petitecuriosity: (by hotch_fan)
[personal profile] petitecuriosity
Title: White Heat
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Wilson Friendship
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Addiction, Angst, Dark Masturbation, Dark!House, Sick!Wilson
Summary: Written for [ profile] mmom.  Post-finale. House decides to take some time to himself.
AN: Please bear with me. I don't write this sort of thing too terribly often, but wanted to take on the challenge for [ profile] mmom.

House shuffles silently across the carpeted floor of whatever motel they are staying at. He never really pays attention to the names anymore, casually suggesting that Wilson and he pull over, whenever it looks like Wilson needs a break from riding. After a quick glance toward Wilson's bed to confirm that he's asleep, House slips out onto  balcony, sliding the door closed behind him. He sinks down onto the concrete, chilled by the night air. He winces at the all too familiar pain, tensing as he grasps at his thigh. He leans back against the wall, finding it almost ironic. He's a relapsed addict rationing his pills, and saving them for the very person who used to write scrips for him, often without question.

Once the worst of the pain passes for the moment, House's fingers travel upward to the hem of his pajama pants. He hasn't had sex in weeks. Or has it been months? He's lost track by now. He rolls his eyes as he feels himself hardening. What used to mean a fun morning before going into work at ten, or a satisfying way to come home after a 3 A.M. epiphany, is now merely a reminder of how crappy his situation is. He palms at the bulge in his pants, wondering why the hell he's even bothering. He hasn't had much time since they had set out on their road trip to really focus on his own pain or his own pleasure. That isn't to say those sensations hadn't been there.

He reaches his other hand into his pocket, fingering the familiar orange vial. He moans softly as he curls his fingers around himself. He recalls the bitter taste of the pills, and the almost overwhelming calm that would overtake him as those ivory ovals would slide lusciously down his throat. He begins to thrust against his own hand, popping open the cap of the bottle in his pocket, and just for a moment running his thumb along the smooth surface of the Vicodin. He feels the weight of the vial in one hand, the heat of his cock in the other. He brings a single dose to his lips, letting his tongue graze it just once before he's spurting into his hand. He presses his head against the wall, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He holds the single pill out in front of him. He knows he's already relapsed. He knows that he has an entire bottle in his pocket, and more in his suitcase that Wilson doesn't know about. It's just one pill, just one swallow closer to that release. He closes his hand around it before slipping it back into the bottle and recapping it.

He struggles to stand, but finally manages to push himself to his feet. He squeezes his eyes shut, slipping his hand once more into his pocket, and fingering the rough ridges of the cap. His gait is slower and more uneven as he returns to his bed.

There was a time when House thought he'd never be able to stop taking Vicodin, to live with that pain every single day.

As he listens to the labored breathing of his friend in the bed next to his, he pulls his hand out of his pocket, and thinks that just maybe, he can.

Date: 2013-06-01 09:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Very good! It's got me wondering how Wilson finds time for *ahem* relief while on the road with House!

Date: 2013-06-01 07:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! And yes, I'm wondering that as well. ;)

Date: 2013-06-01 03:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
awww, House! I just want to hug him here.

Date: 2013-06-01 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I do wonder how both of them would be faring on their trip.

Date: 2013-06-01 10:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I like how you tie House's action with the Vicodin into his er... actions with himself :) House's despair and pain and the futility of everything comes through nicely here.

Date: 2013-06-02 02:59 am (UTC)

Date: 2013-06-02 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
So very sad. It was really interesting how you connected the Vicodin with the actual act of masturbation. Kudos <3

Date: 2013-06-02 05:21 am (UTC)

Date: 2013-06-04 12:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Nicely done.

Date: 2013-06-04 03:13 am (UTC)


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