Another smut challenge fic.

This time, it is definately R

The minute you wrap your lips around Wilson's dick, gone is the quiet and composed man who stalks--um, walks--the hospital's halls. Gone is the doctor who can calmly tell someone they're dying, then go out for sloppy-joes at the worst bar/grill in town. You hollow your cheeks and suck, then you look up to see Wilson biting his fist to keep from screaming--and oh! how he can scream!

He senses you watching and looks down, meets your eyes.

You wink at him, then gently use your teeth. No fist is big enough to muffle him this time.