Fic: In the Midnight Hour
Title: In the Midnight Hour
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson
Word Count: 500
Rating: R
Note: For
hilsongirl who said, I say H/W smutty PWP with lots of kinky talk! This is... as close as I can get to that, really. Haha.
It all started, as these things often did, with a simple glance. They had been sitting on the couch, watching a movie, eating pizza, the usual, when Wilson had glanced over at House, who glanced back, eyebrow raised in question. Wilson's smirk obviously answered that question, and without a word, the two were rushing into the bedroom, hands ripping at clothing, lips brushing against all available skin.
The springs of the bed squeaked as they fell onto it, House on top. They lay like that, chest to chest, kissing lips and cheeks and jaw lines. After awhile House sat up, and he quickly unbuttoned Wilson's shirt, his lips making their way lower and lower over Wilson's neck, shoulders, chest, and stomach as more and more was revealed by his fingers.
'Wilson.' He had been attempting to say the other's name in a conversational manner, but wayward hands down his pants made it come out as more of a moan. He couldn't say he was exactly disappointed, though. 'I am going to fuck you so hard,' he continued, now working at removing Wilson's jeans as Wilson stroked him. 'That eye of yours is going to get knocked back into place.'
Wilson laughed a low, cheerful, aroused sort of laugh that struck just the right chord in House. 'I doubt that,' he said, cutting himself off as he roughly kissed House. 'Very stubborn, that eye, simply refuses to look where I tell it to.' House almost wanted to ask what Wilson was on about before remembering his previous comment. His fingers traced down Wilson's sides, tickling him slightly, and made their way lower, eliciting a deep moan from Wilson when they finally rested on their intended target.
'I was expecting something along the lines of, "Oh House, just like that, oh yes, harder," but that will have to do.' Wilson glared at House, its effect entirely lost on the other man due to the soft noises of pleasure Wilson was making. House continued, revelling in each noise that passed Wilson's lips, seeing it as some sort of minor triumph. Before long, each sound grew to be almost too much, and neither House nor Wilson felt as if they would last much longer.
It seemed like an eternity as House slowly pushed into Wilson, each second more agonising than the last. Hands went everywhere, clutching and clinging and grasping every inch of naked flesh, nails gliding roughly over bared backs. Wilson was babbling utter nonsense, words akin to what House had jokingly said moments before.
The air was filled with their cries, their sweat, their heat, and then, after those final, strangled moans, the world slowed down for a bit. Breaths were caught, limbs were entangled, and House rested his head on a pillow, while Wilson laid his in the crook of House's shoulder.
House kissed Wilson's hair. Wilson sighed in contentment.
It ended, as it always did, with a simple glance, a final one before both men drifted off to sleep.
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson
Word Count: 500
Rating: R
Note: For
hilsongirl who said, I say H/W smutty PWP with lots of kinky talk! This is... as close as I can get to that, really. Haha.
It all started, as these things often did, with a simple glance. They had been sitting on the couch, watching a movie, eating pizza, the usual, when Wilson had glanced over at House, who glanced back, eyebrow raised in question. Wilson's smirk obviously answered that question, and without a word, the two were rushing into the bedroom, hands ripping at clothing, lips brushing against all available skin.
The springs of the bed squeaked as they fell onto it, House on top. They lay like that, chest to chest, kissing lips and cheeks and jaw lines. After awhile House sat up, and he quickly unbuttoned Wilson's shirt, his lips making their way lower and lower over Wilson's neck, shoulders, chest, and stomach as more and more was revealed by his fingers.
'Wilson.' He had been attempting to say the other's name in a conversational manner, but wayward hands down his pants made it come out as more of a moan. He couldn't say he was exactly disappointed, though. 'I am going to fuck you so hard,' he continued, now working at removing Wilson's jeans as Wilson stroked him. 'That eye of yours is going to get knocked back into place.'
Wilson laughed a low, cheerful, aroused sort of laugh that struck just the right chord in House. 'I doubt that,' he said, cutting himself off as he roughly kissed House. 'Very stubborn, that eye, simply refuses to look where I tell it to.' House almost wanted to ask what Wilson was on about before remembering his previous comment. His fingers traced down Wilson's sides, tickling him slightly, and made their way lower, eliciting a deep moan from Wilson when they finally rested on their intended target.
'I was expecting something along the lines of, "Oh House, just like that, oh yes, harder," but that will have to do.' Wilson glared at House, its effect entirely lost on the other man due to the soft noises of pleasure Wilson was making. House continued, revelling in each noise that passed Wilson's lips, seeing it as some sort of minor triumph. Before long, each sound grew to be almost too much, and neither House nor Wilson felt as if they would last much longer.
It seemed like an eternity as House slowly pushed into Wilson, each second more agonising than the last. Hands went everywhere, clutching and clinging and grasping every inch of naked flesh, nails gliding roughly over bared backs. Wilson was babbling utter nonsense, words akin to what House had jokingly said moments before.
The air was filled with their cries, their sweat, their heat, and then, after those final, strangled moans, the world slowed down for a bit. Breaths were caught, limbs were entangled, and House rested his head on a pillow, while Wilson laid his in the crook of House's shoulder.
House kissed Wilson's hair. Wilson sighed in contentment.
It ended, as it always did, with a simple glance, a final one before both men drifted off to sleep.