House x Wilson

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Warning: explicit sex

Wilson was hovering next to House, his nervous energy filling the stuffy bathroom. There was one small light bulb above the mirror that allowed House to see his friend biting his lip and tapping his fingers. His face was mostly engulfed in shadows but it was apparent that he was bathing his counterpart in a look of both apprehension and desire.

Well now or never. House roughly pressed Wilson against the ground, his hand crept up his friend's shirt. His fingers explored his lover's skin. The touch made Wilson shaky at the knees and his heart fluttered in his chest.

House bent his head and sucked the area just below Wilson's ear, nipping at the delicate skin. The brown-haired man let out a small moan. His head beat too loudly against House's hand, who started to kiss him against his shiny pink lips. He worked with Wilson's shirt until it unbuttoned and off. The cool air hit his chest, but the places House's hands had been were warm as if they burned. Breaking apart, House raised his own shirt above his head and dropped it somewhere around Wilson's. He pressed himself back by Wilson and the closeness he had never felt better.

House softly placed his hand on Wilson's jaw and brushed his thumb over the sharp cheekbones. He placed a soft kiss to Wilson's parted lips. He wrapped an arm around his lover's waist and pulled him slowly towards the ground without breaking the kiss. They broke from each other and Wilson lay on the ground. He settled into House's lap, a knee on either side of him.

Wilson found House's hand and held it tightly as he nipped at his lover's chest. Bruises started to form in a trail following him. Wilson gripped House's hip, probably too tightly, as his mousy brown hair began to flop out of its gel.

House stopped to brush the hair back before pulling Wilson in for a rough kiss. He swore, his voice cracking, as House but his lip.

"I didn't think you'd want this," House's voice was gravelly.

"Feelings mutual. You're a complicated man." Wilson muttered as he ground his hips upward.

"You don't know the half of it," House quietly moaned at the contact.

Wilson slowed his hips and pulled his hand back from House's grip. He stuck it in the waistband of House's jeans. He pulled it down and over his cock. Wilson took it in his hand and slowly pumped it up and down. House watched his lover's face as he worked his fist over his dick.

House's body tingled with energy and his hands balled against Wilson's chest. His head lolled back as he quickened the pace. Wilson paused a moment and brushed his thumb over the slit and a shuddering breath escaped his mouth. His hips rocked up against Wilson's hand. He leaned on the side of his good leg.

Heat stirred in House's belly and his moans were something straight from a wet dream. His lip began to bleed from how hard he was biting it. Wilson pulled away and House almost crumbled in a heap.

House took this opportunity to completely remove Wilson's light denim jeans. He tossed them to the side and did the same to his own navy jeans. He moved so he was between Wilson's legs. He paused to suck bruises onto his hips and inside of his thighs.

Wilson wound his hand in House's short dark-gray hair. He bunched it into fists and squeezed when his friend's cheek brushed his throbbing cock.

"I'm going to ask you again," House whispered. "Want to have sex?"

He nodded, a shiver traveled down his body.

House leaned over on his working leg and reached over to his sink drawer and yanked it open. He pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. He shut it before once again kneeling between Wilson's legs.

House placed the condom on the ground and put the bottle of lube between his knees. He carefully popped up Wilson's ass and placed the bathroom mat under his lower back. Once Wilson was in place, he lubed a finger and slowly pressed it in.

Wilson hissed air in his teeth, making a quiet hissing noise. House pressed his mouth on his lover's thigh.

"Are you okay?" House asked, a rare moment of consideration surfacing.

Wilson nodded and spread his arms on the ground for better support. House smiled as he curled his finger. Wilson rolled his hips as House brushed against his prostate. He pulled out and lubed up his middle finger. As slow as before he pushed both fingers back into him.

Wilson rocked his hips back against the mat and then up to House's hand. His breathing quickened as House scissored his fingers. The feeling was just so much.

"Are you ready for me?" House asked. His body had shifted up the tile so he was face to face with his friend. They were only a breath apart and Wilson had never felt more love for House now that they seemed infinitely connected.

Everything felt right. The stars felt like they had finally clicked into place. The room was cool and refreshing and Wilson wished he could live in that moment forever.

"I'm ready," Wilson closed the gap between them and kissed the diagnostician. He licked into House's mouth and his hands wove into his hair again.

House pulled open the condom packet and slipped it over his cock in one smooth movement. He popped open the lube bottle again and squeezed some onto his palm. He slicked up his cock. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. A low guttural moan escaped Wilson's mouth.

House lined up his cock and eased it in. Wilson clawed at House's back, leaving red outlines of scratches.

After a few long minutes, they fell apart. Wilson lay on the back to catch his breath. He couldn't believe they had actually done it. He had thought about it all the time but the aspect of it really happening seemed about real as the possibility of God to House. He looked over to House who's eyes was closed in exhaustion and he felt strangely satisfied.

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