Meaning chapter 16 cut for Fox forum
"Home sweet couch!" Wilson sighed almost orgasmically as he flopped carelessly onto their living room couch six hours, twelve minutes, and thirty-two seconds after House had left his hospital room.
"Don’t get too comfortable. I haven’t had a decent meal in weeks. You owe me," House commented as he tossed both of their jackets into the hall closet.
"Even if I actually felt like doing anything but lounge right here, what exactly would you expect me to cook with? I’ve been incapacitated for the past three weeks, and you haven’t been away from the hospital in that time long enough to do anything but buy junk food from the shopping center around the corner."
"Ah, but you underestimate the power of my mother’s crazy," House raised his eyebrows. "She stocked these shelves with enough food to feed a small country. Now get to work. I’m thinking something of the Mexican variety."
"Fine, but I get to pick the movie," Wilson reluctantly agreed, rising wearily from his comfy seat and heading purposefully toward the kitchen.
"But you always get to pick the movie!" House whined childishly.
"Ha!" Wilson laughed. "When was the last time you even let me touch the remote?"
"See, now that isn’t fair. How am I supposed to argue when you go and get all technical like that?"
"I’m sure you’ll find a way. You always do," Wilson grinned. Although Wilson didn’t see it, House grinned back.
"Remind me again why we’re eating on the bed?" Wilson said in an exasperated voice as House returned with seconds one hour, seventeen minutes, and thirty-four seconds later.
"The TV’s bigger and the seating’s more comfortable. What more could you ask for?" House replied in a ‘duh’ tone of voice.
"How about not having crumbs all over where I sleep," Wilson suggested.
"How about moving in with my mother? Then you’ll never have to worry about that again," House responded dryly.
"I thought your mom was moving out tomorrow."
"Nah. She decided to go ahead and move today. Lucky for you."
"And you actually helped her?" Wilson was impressed.
"Nope. Hired professionals to do it for me." Wilson was no longer impressed. They sat in silence for eighteen more seconds before Wilson suddenly smirked widely and turned to face House.
"You know, if I moved in with your mom, that’d make me your daddy." House turned to face him in kind, intending to scowl but ending up erupting with laughter. Wilson immediately joined him.
When the laughter ended, their eyes locked, and both men found it impossible to look away. Leaning in slowly, House touched their lips together lightly, relishing in the feeling it sparked inside him. Wilson responded ever so slightly, obviously enjoying the feather light contact. House grinned and slid his left hand slowly up Wilson’s chest, then to the back of his neck, and finally ending up tangled in Wilson’s thick, dark hair. He then placed his right hand on Wilson’s leg, just below his thigh, and guided it slowly upward, feeling Wilson twitch as he passed his crotch, and let his hand slide underneath the younger doctor’s shirt. The kiss barely broke as he swiftly lifted James’ shirt up and over his head while James returned the favor in kind. Once they were both shirtless, House pulled away slowly, catching Wilson’s bottom lip between his as he did and letting it slide languidly from his mouth. Leaning back slightly, House took in his soon-to-be-lover’s appearance and smiled. Wilson’s face was blushed from the heat of their bodily contact and a bit of stubble burn. He kept his eyes closed still as if opening them would break whatever spell they seemed to be under, his lips were moist and swollen, and his hair was mussed beyond recognition. Thinking back, House could not recall another time he’d seen James Wilson lose control so completely, and knowing he had done that to him made it that much sweeter.
But when his gaze traveled below the younger man’s head and neck, House’s heart sank. That nasty little parasite’s disease had certainly done a number on his friend. He’d lost a lot of weight - a good ten or fifteen pounds from what House could see. He was much too thin now. His body was still recovering from a huge shock. Near death can cause all kinds of unsightly side effects. House knew this from experience. Letting his eyes continue downward, he spotted the faint line of the old appendectomy scar and raised his right hand to trace it lightly.
"I missed you," he whispered softly, leaning back in to capture Wilson’s mouth passionately; letting the kiss say what he could not. He knew it was a cliché, but he had to go with what worked. And judging by Wilson’s reaction, it had worked very well. Before they knew it, pants were flying through the air, and boxers were lost somewhere within the sheets. Then all that was left was each other, and God did it feel good. Why had they waited so long for this?
"Ready to make good on your promise?" James questioned between kisses, sliding his left hand down to grip House’s waist. House simply nodded in response, remembering their conversation that morning, and turned his attention to the younger man’s neck. Wilson threw his head back instinctively, allowing an involuntary moan of pleasure to escape his lips as the hand on House’s waist tightened its grip spasmodically. Both men were, of course, completely erect by now, and with one short thrust House brought their throbbing cocks together, biting down on Wilson’s shoulder as the pressure in his penis increased tenfold at the simple touch. They both were moaning, unashamedly, then; rocking back and forth against each other, in a slow and steady rhythm.
"House, please," Wilson begged with a rumble in his voice that House had never heard before. "I want you. Uh, God! I want you inside me now."
House was happy to oblige. Wordlessly, he wrapped the younger man’s legs around his waist. Trailing a line of lustful kisses down his sternum as they continued to rock in time. Wilson reached up eagerly to grab his shoulders, perfectly trimmed fingernails digging into the diagnostician’s scapulas. Moving swiftly, House managed to pull one arm away to reach into the top drawer of his nightstand. Feeling around blindly, he almost sighed in relief when his hand came in contact with the small plastic tube he'd placed their that morning. Reluctantly pulling his other hand away, House squeezed some out into his hand and applied it quickly, literally aching with anticipation. Shuddering with ecstasy, House brought both of his hands down to grip the younger man’s hips and roughly held him in place, looking James straight in the eyes to confirm that he was ready. Seeing the answering he was looking for deep in the depths of Wilson’s vast eyes, now turned black with by euphoria, Greg pushed inside of him. Capturing James’ mouth in a bruising kiss, Greg bit down hard on the young man’s bottom lip to help distract him from the pain. Despite his efforts, Wilson still let out a shocked cry, but House quickly swallowed it for him, turning it into a groan of unimaginable pleasure as he began to move. It was slow going at first as he gave his friend the chance to stretch out and get used to the foreign feeling of another human being inside of him. As the man gave his nonverbal consent for continuation, House let James set the pace, not wanting to hurt him.
The oncologist kept their pace slow for a while until House’s cock found just the right spot. Wilson’s entire body shuddered at the phenomenal new feeling, and the pace swiftly sped up. Panting harshly, the two men rocked roughly back and fourth, making noises in their throats that neither of them ever knew they could make. James could instinctively feel House was getting close, and the feeling overwhelmed him completely. He could feel his own cock beginning to leek pre-come as a small warning, so he wrapped his legs tighter around the other man's waist, crossing them behind his back, tore his left hand away from House’s shoulder and wrapped it around his own penis. Holding tightly, he let his hand match the rhythm of their bodies and thought he might die from the anticipation.
House threw his head back and yelled something inaudible as he finally came, and that was enough for Wilson. The sound of Greg’s exhilarated screams combined with the feeling of his warmth spreading inside of him, James came with a cry of his own just as House collapsed on top of him. Wilson wrapped his arms around him as they both they still, panting like out of shape race dogs. House returned the favor, rolling over so that the so recently sick man was lying on top of him, and sighed contently. He could definitely get use to this feeling - a feeling that only a couple weeks ago he was certain he would never get the chance to feel. He took the silence that had overcome them as an opportunity to memorize every detail - every touch, every sight, every taste, every scent, every sound. He committed it all to memory as if he had found the cure for cancer. House never wanted to forget how he felt at that moment. It was that feeling he’d been longing for all his life. It was a feeling of belonging. And he would allow nothing, NOTHING, to spoil that moment for him.
"Cuddy’s having my baby." Damn it.
House, no! What were you thinking? Ruin the moment much? Hey, guys, don't blame me. Like I could ever tell House what to do!
Next chapter: Cuddy's doing what? And Wilson discovers that his troubles aren't over yet...not by a long shot!