I Am Happy to See You (NC-17)
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deelaundryTitle: I Am Happy to See You: An Interlude from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nightdog_barks’s Welcome to Wherever You Are
Author: Dee Laundry
Words: 863
Rating/Summary: NC-17 for fun things of the M/M/F variety, because Wilson needs a bit of cheer
Note: With grateful appreciation to Nightdog for creating such a fabulous story.
Wilson hesitated for a long moment outside the office door, screwing up the courage to turn the doorknob. Finally he grasped the cool brass handle and squeezed his eyes shut.
Here goes nothin’.
The office was... not an office. It was a gaudy collection of pillows, platforms, and silk drapes. It took Wilson a second to place it – it was the inside of Jeannie’s bottle from I Dream of Jeannie.
Wilson had loved that show. The magic and the hijinks and the uniforms, both Jeannie’s and the airmen’s... Bewitched had been good, too, with the same premise and many of the same plots, but it didn’t have the same magic, pardon the pun, as I Dream of Jeannie. Wilson refused to believe that it might be because Darren was nowhere near as attractive as Colonel Nelson.
“Master,” purred a familiar voice.
Wilson whirled around, and there was Janie, his first wife, looking as young and vibrant as the day they’d met. He noticed her smile first, and then the way her long hair was piled messily, gorgeously on top of her head, and then her outfit, a beautiful if improbable collection of silks, satins, and sheers.
She was dancing, her hips swaying back and forth, her arms stretching up and around each other. Her lithe grace was almost literally breathtaking.
“Tell me again how you managed to snag this hottie?”
Wilson leaned back into House’s chest and was utterly unsurprised to see that the strong arms folding around him were clad in the sleeves of a crisp, deep blue coat.
“I had ambition,” Wilson replied, and decided to let House take that as he would. Janie was moving closer, her green eyes focused on his. Wilson eased his left arm out of House’s embrace and stretched it toward her.
Janie’s hand slipped into his at the same moment that House’s lips pressed into the back of his neck. Each touch was warm, and soft, and strong, and loving, each in its own way, and Wilson couldn’t bear to keep his eyes open a second longer.
Janie was in his arms then, and he clung to her, reveling in the smoothness under his caresses, skin distinguishable from fabric only by the degrees of heat. Janie’s lips on his were sweet and slick. Her lip gloss had always intrigued him, and he smiled at its familiar smear on his mouth.
“She smells gorgeous, too,” said House, and Wilson broke into a laugh, before quickly re-capturing Janie’s mouth in a new, deeper kiss. There was no way that House could know how Janie smelled, because his nose was buried in Wilson’s hair as his lips massaged Wilson’s skull and neck.
House’s hands had made their way down Wilson’s torso and were now dipping into Wilson’s shorts in teasing bursts. Janie’s hands joined them, pressing down quicker and more directly to Wilson’s dick, and Wilson thought he might explode from the pleasure.
House was wrapped around Wilson’s back, warming Wilson and supporting him. Wilson was leaning more and more of his weight back into House, and House held it all, held him up. Suddenly gripping House’s thighs, Wilson found they were whole and strong. He breathed a sigh of relief and tilted his head back, and House was there, lips and tongue probing, grasping, claiming Wilson.
Janie stroked him once, twice, inside his shorts, and then all four hands were moving in concert, shoving Wilson’s shorts down and off.
He grunted in displeasure when House’s lips left his, but House was pushing him forward, sending his mouth back to Janie’s. He moaned into Janie’s mouth, and brought his hands up to her breasts. They were full and luscious, just as he remembered them. A quick tweak of each nipple with a thumb, and Janie was moaning, too.
She did smell gorgeous, with House’s musk serving as counterpoint to the most beautiful notes of her scent. Wilson was warm, inside and out, and couldn’t imagine how the sensuous pleasure of this particular moment could ever be topped.
Until House’s arms reached around Wilson, grabbed and pulled, bringing Janie abruptly onto Wilson’s erection. He gasped at the sudden heat, the slick slide, the overwhelming stimulation.
Janie was in front of him, and on him, sweet and hot and soft. House was behind him, and around him, strong and hot and supportive.
Wilson was surrounded, enveloped, cocooned, embraced. He’d never felt as aroused; he’d never felt as loved. He wanted it to last forever, but it was about to come to an extraordinarily pleasurable end.
“Yes,” Janie screamed.
“Yes,” House groaned.
Wilson opened his mouth to tell them how much this meant to him, but at that moment his erection was smacked hard with something blunt, and he woke abruptly, gasping for air.
A guard stood over him, baton resting on his shoulder, and Wilson covered his exposed genitals as quickly as he could.
“Nothing allowed that could be used as a weapon, so I had to be sure you didn’t have a stick or a shiv under there.” A second guard laughed as he undid the cuff around Wilson’s ankle.
Another day at the work camp had arrived.
nightdog_barks’s Welcome to Wherever You AreAuthor: Dee Laundry
Words: 863
Rating/Summary: NC-17 for fun things of the M/M/F variety, because Wilson needs a bit of cheer
Note: With grateful appreciation to Nightdog for creating such a fabulous story.
Wilson hesitated for a long moment outside the office door, screwing up the courage to turn the doorknob. Finally he grasped the cool brass handle and squeezed his eyes shut.
Here goes nothin’.
The office was... not an office. It was a gaudy collection of pillows, platforms, and silk drapes. It took Wilson a second to place it – it was the inside of Jeannie’s bottle from I Dream of Jeannie.
Wilson had loved that show. The magic and the hijinks and the uniforms, both Jeannie’s and the airmen’s... Bewitched had been good, too, with the same premise and many of the same plots, but it didn’t have the same magic, pardon the pun, as I Dream of Jeannie. Wilson refused to believe that it might be because Darren was nowhere near as attractive as Colonel Nelson.
“Master,” purred a familiar voice.
Wilson whirled around, and there was Janie, his first wife, looking as young and vibrant as the day they’d met. He noticed her smile first, and then the way her long hair was piled messily, gorgeously on top of her head, and then her outfit, a beautiful if improbable collection of silks, satins, and sheers.
She was dancing, her hips swaying back and forth, her arms stretching up and around each other. Her lithe grace was almost literally breathtaking.
“Tell me again how you managed to snag this hottie?”
Wilson leaned back into House’s chest and was utterly unsurprised to see that the strong arms folding around him were clad in the sleeves of a crisp, deep blue coat.
“I had ambition,” Wilson replied, and decided to let House take that as he would. Janie was moving closer, her green eyes focused on his. Wilson eased his left arm out of House’s embrace and stretched it toward her.
Janie’s hand slipped into his at the same moment that House’s lips pressed into the back of his neck. Each touch was warm, and soft, and strong, and loving, each in its own way, and Wilson couldn’t bear to keep his eyes open a second longer.
Janie was in his arms then, and he clung to her, reveling in the smoothness under his caresses, skin distinguishable from fabric only by the degrees of heat. Janie’s lips on his were sweet and slick. Her lip gloss had always intrigued him, and he smiled at its familiar smear on his mouth.
“She smells gorgeous, too,” said House, and Wilson broke into a laugh, before quickly re-capturing Janie’s mouth in a new, deeper kiss. There was no way that House could know how Janie smelled, because his nose was buried in Wilson’s hair as his lips massaged Wilson’s skull and neck.
House’s hands had made their way down Wilson’s torso and were now dipping into Wilson’s shorts in teasing bursts. Janie’s hands joined them, pressing down quicker and more directly to Wilson’s dick, and Wilson thought he might explode from the pleasure.
House was wrapped around Wilson’s back, warming Wilson and supporting him. Wilson was leaning more and more of his weight back into House, and House held it all, held him up. Suddenly gripping House’s thighs, Wilson found they were whole and strong. He breathed a sigh of relief and tilted his head back, and House was there, lips and tongue probing, grasping, claiming Wilson.
Janie stroked him once, twice, inside his shorts, and then all four hands were moving in concert, shoving Wilson’s shorts down and off.
He grunted in displeasure when House’s lips left his, but House was pushing him forward, sending his mouth back to Janie’s. He moaned into Janie’s mouth, and brought his hands up to her breasts. They were full and luscious, just as he remembered them. A quick tweak of each nipple with a thumb, and Janie was moaning, too.
She did smell gorgeous, with House’s musk serving as counterpoint to the most beautiful notes of her scent. Wilson was warm, inside and out, and couldn’t imagine how the sensuous pleasure of this particular moment could ever be topped.
Until House’s arms reached around Wilson, grabbed and pulled, bringing Janie abruptly onto Wilson’s erection. He gasped at the sudden heat, the slick slide, the overwhelming stimulation.
Janie was in front of him, and on him, sweet and hot and soft. House was behind him, and around him, strong and hot and supportive.
Wilson was surrounded, enveloped, cocooned, embraced. He’d never felt as aroused; he’d never felt as loved. He wanted it to last forever, but it was about to come to an extraordinarily pleasurable end.
“Yes,” Janie screamed.
“Yes,” House groaned.
Wilson opened his mouth to tell them how much this meant to him, but at that moment his erection was smacked hard with something blunt, and he woke abruptly, gasping for air.
A guard stood over him, baton resting on his shoulder, and Wilson covered his exposed genitals as quickly as he could.
“Nothing allowed that could be used as a weapon, so I had to be sure you didn’t have a stick or a shiv under there.” A second guard laughed as he undid the cuff around Wilson’s ankle.
Another day at the work camp had arrived.
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Date: 2007-06-10 03:39 am (UTC)Heh. Well, since Welcome to Wherever You Are is total crack and not really intended as a serious fic, it's open to everyone on my friends list. Which is probably more people than you really want.
So I would say open this to the Usual Gang of Miscreants -- Perspi, Bironic, Elynittria, Purridot, Daisylily ... I would say Mare, but she's not a slash fan.
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Date: 2007-06-10 04:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-10 04:14 am (UTC)And I mean that in the best possible way. *grins*
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Date: 2007-06-10 04:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-10 04:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-10 04:37 am (UTC)That was the hottest threesome in the context of a torture!fic I've ever read. Oh, and I think I just said one of those universally originally sentences that has never been uttered before.
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Date: 2007-06-10 04:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-10 12:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-10 04:41 am (UTC)House totally needs to set something resembling this up when he gets Wilson home. Maybe Robin would be willing to help?
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Date: 2007-06-10 12:03 pm (UTC)This sounds like something that would definitely be up Robin's alley. : )
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Date: 2007-06-10 05:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-10 12:05 pm (UTC)XOXO
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Date: 2007-06-10 12:44 pm (UTC)How did that ever make it past middle America?
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Date: 2007-06-10 05:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-10 12:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-10 02:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-06-10 03:48 pm (UTC)I was reading along, thinking what a lovely 'holiday' it was for Wilson, and then he got woken up like that! You're as bad as Nightdog! ;P
*using kitty!Wilson icon to ward off creepy stuff*
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Date: 2007-07-03 07:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-03 06:32 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-03 07:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-04 04:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-04 12:00 pm (UTC)Sorry, and thanks.
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Date: 2007-07-04 10:35 am (UTC)Oh who am I kidding, I like the torture just as much :P
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Date: 2007-07-04 12:01 pm (UTC)