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spogglyTitle: Man's Best Friend
Pairing: House/Steve
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: HOUSE HAD AN INFARCTION AND LIKES PORN
Summary: It's a ~*~surprise~*~ but don't read this if "tasteful" porn squicks you. Or rats.
Disclaimer: I don't own House, DavidShore does.
A/N: THNX TO MY ABORTIONIST,bammel, AND entropy_comix, FOR HOLDING A COAT OVER ME WHEN WE WENT PAST THE PROTESTORS.
Fuck this, House thought. As the price of living increased, so too did the price of hookers. And Wilson, the wily fucker, had changed the PINs of his cards again. With a heaving resigned sigh, which was fucking wasted since no one was around to hear it, he flopped onto the couch and decided to settle for The Tit and Ass Girls Go to Guatemala: Part VI. The action was just heating up, one of the blondes asking the redhead to make sure her pussy wasn't sunburnt, when Steve started squeaking from the other side of the living room.
"I already fed you!" he shouted, not looking away from the screen.
The squeaking only increased in volume, interspersed with little chittering yowls that were harshing his mellow severely.
"Seriously, Steve, shut it before I have to come over there! I'm gonna leave you outside to the cruel New Jersey weather!"
When the rodent did not yield to his authoritative presence, House hauled his ass upright with a groan. He hobbled, caneless, over to Steve's cage, glaring. Steve McQueen did not in fact require more food or water, but was humping the bars of his cage with off-putting intensity. Rolling his eyes, he turned to haul his leg and still-stiff erection back to the tempting antics of the cavorting beach girls, when a thought came to him.
He turned back around and eyed the still-frantic rodent speculatively. Something he had read on a message board about Richard Gere flitted through his brain and was quickly dismissed, but there was still...potential.
Unzipping his jeans with one hand, he lifted the top of Steve's cage with the other. Steve started propositioning his fingers as soon as his hand was in the enclosure, solidifying his resolve to put both of them out of their misery. Screwing his face up, he shoved the rat into his boxer-briefs.
The scrabbling and silky feel of fur brought him over the brink quickly. He hauled Steve out as soon as he was sure his leg wasn't going to give and contemplated the now-calm creature.
"You're going to need a bath," he said, staring at what looked suspiciously like a smug expression on the rat's pointy face.
I WROTE THIS ON A DARE PLEASE DO NOT DE-FRIEND ME
Pairing: House/Steve
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: HOUSE HAD AN INFARCTION AND LIKES PORN
Summary: It's a ~*~surprise~*~ but don't read this if "tasteful" porn squicks you. Or rats.
Disclaimer: I don't own House, DavidShore does.
A/N: THNX TO MY ABORTIONIST,
bammel, AND entropy_comix, FOR HOLDING A COAT OVER ME WHEN WE WENT PAST THE PROTESTORS.Fuck this, House thought. As the price of living increased, so too did the price of hookers. And Wilson, the wily fucker, had changed the PINs of his cards again. With a heaving resigned sigh, which was fucking wasted since no one was around to hear it, he flopped onto the couch and decided to settle for The Tit and Ass Girls Go to Guatemala: Part VI. The action was just heating up, one of the blondes asking the redhead to make sure her pussy wasn't sunburnt, when Steve started squeaking from the other side of the living room.
"I already fed you!" he shouted, not looking away from the screen.
The squeaking only increased in volume, interspersed with little chittering yowls that were harshing his mellow severely.
"Seriously, Steve, shut it before I have to come over there! I'm gonna leave you outside to the cruel New Jersey weather!"
When the rodent did not yield to his authoritative presence, House hauled his ass upright with a groan. He hobbled, caneless, over to Steve's cage, glaring. Steve McQueen did not in fact require more food or water, but was humping the bars of his cage with off-putting intensity. Rolling his eyes, he turned to haul his leg and still-stiff erection back to the tempting antics of the cavorting beach girls, when a thought came to him.
He turned back around and eyed the still-frantic rodent speculatively. Something he had read on a message board about Richard Gere flitted through his brain and was quickly dismissed, but there was still...potential.
Unzipping his jeans with one hand, he lifted the top of Steve's cage with the other. Steve started propositioning his fingers as soon as his hand was in the enclosure, solidifying his resolve to put both of them out of their misery. Screwing his face up, he shoved the rat into his boxer-briefs.
The scrabbling and silky feel of fur brought him over the brink quickly. He hauled Steve out as soon as he was sure his leg wasn't going to give and contemplated the now-calm creature.
"You're going to need a bath," he said, staring at what looked suspiciously like a smug expression on the rat's pointy face.
I WROTE THIS ON A DARE PLEASE DO NOT DE-FRIEND ME
Spoggly09
Spoggly09: ONE-WAY TICKET
Spoggly09: DIRECT FLIGHT
Entropy-comix: YES THAT IS PROBABLY TRUE
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Date: 2008-08-20 05:55 am (UTC)