House MD Fanfiction

Six Burners

Hilson, smut, medium

By: magie_05

There was no way House was agreeing with Bonnie about anything.

The woman had spent her entire reign as Wife Number Two trying to strengthen Wilson's Chi and untangle his third and fourth chakras with magical beads and crystals; her opinions weren't exactly trustworthy.

Still, there was one idea of hers that was proving increasingly difficult to refute.

Wilson looked down at him on the bed, a sheepish grin on his lips and heat pouring out of half-lidded eyes. His fingers stroked chastely up the side of House's ribcage, both warming and chilling him through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. He said nothing when that broad palm slid up to linger over his heart, moving in slow circles, sweeping up to cup his jaw while Wilson eased himself down to brush his open mouth across House's lips.

It was a wordless question, one that House immediately answered, though Wilson shouldn't have needed to ask. He lifted his head off the pillow to take the soft skin of Wilson's lower lip between his teeth, tugging him gently downward.

Wilson pulled back to flash the briefest of grins before shifting his weight, tilting his head, diving back in for a soft crush of lips and tongue.

So sex with Wilson had surprised him; big deal. So he hadn't anticipated the taste of his mouth, his cock; the sweat-heightened scent of his aftershave. Didn't mean anything; certainly didn't put House on the level of anyone with a vagina that Wilson had ever taken to dinner...

He gasped a little for breath when Wilson pulled back to kiss along his jaw, drawing that same wet heat over House's carotid, soft kisses moving slowly, undeniably lower –

Wilson made a low sound in his throat and straightened up again, his smile more mischievous this time, biting his lower lip as his eyes scanned up and down House's face. He had barely a second to notice the way Wilson's features were embossed by the room's low light before his mouth was attacked again, consumed by heat and spit and softness while Wilson's hands slid over his face, into his hair, up his shirt, a brief tease of fingers over his skin before Wilson reached up to hold his face in both hands.

He would concede that Wilson was a good kisser, but who wouldn't be, with all those years of practice? Still, the man kissed him like he was starved for it, tongue pushing and tasting, sucking the moisture from House's lips, the marrow from his bones.

He kept it up throughout the slow removal of clothing, making soft sounds in his chest as he pushed up House's shirt, toyed with his fly, rolled the fabric down his thighs. House slid his hands beneath the flaps of Wilson's open shirt, mapping the textures of his chest, committing them to memory. Damp skin, smooth muscles, coarse hair...all while Wilson's tongue was in his mouth, Wilson's hands coaxing tremors from his skin, toying with his hair and navel and nipples -

But House wasn't to be taken in by slow kisses and gentle teasing. He went to work on Wilson's belt, tugging it roughly from the loops to clatter against the wood floor, hurriedly pulling at zippers and buttons and elastic until his hands were free to slide up the backs of Wilson's thighs and cup his ass, fingertips digging into smooth skin.

Wilson grunted but didn't change his pace, kissing obsessively, hands on House's face and shoulder as if he were even thinking about going anywhere. He felt the shift in weight as Wilson lay flat, one calf tangling in with House's as he pressed his hips forward, cocks rubbing together with sweaty friction.

Each exhale left him with a sharper sound as Wilson rocked against him, entirely too slowly, almost incidental to the slow movement of his hands up and down House's sides, the long and leisurely kisses he was still insistently pressing into House's neck, jaw, mouth. On a regular night, House might have just pushed Wilson off, pressed him face-first into the sheets and asserted himself, but there was something to be said for Wilson's weight, Wilson's heat, Wilson's chest pressed against his own –