Accidents (21/24)
Chapter 20
Chapter 21:
The sun beat down, warming Wilson and House as they walked up to Cuddy’s house; the trees surrounding it swaying in the April breeze. They walked around to the backyard. The day had become warmer than any of them thought so they were going to spend most of the afternoon outside, on the deck while Rachel ran around in the yard.
The uneven ground was treacherous for both men but they made it to the deck without problem, House barely managing to avoid having his legs crushed by Rachel. Wilson had been released from his crutches but only after thirty minutes of arguing with his doctor and a promise to take it easy and use his ankle brace. He knew that taking it easy wouldn’t be hard since it was a beautiful day, meant for relaxing but he had forgotten to put on the brace this morning; something he hadn’t mentioned to House.
“Wilson!” Cuddy greeted warmly as she came up to offer a gentle hug.
“You never greet me that way.” House grumbled jokingly.
“Gee, I wonder why.” Cuddy deadpanned as both men slowly made their way up the few steps. Lucas came out of the house carrying a platter full of meat, making Wilson’s mouth water with anticipation.
“Think you got enough meat there?” House joked, a hungry look in his eyes.
“No.” Both Cuddy and Lucas answered as the sound of the grill sizzling and the smell of food filled the air.
“Do you need any help with anything?” Wilson offered with a smile.
“Yeah,” Lucas answered before Cuddy had a chance to tell him otherwise, “there’s a basket of condiments inside on the counter. Could you grab it?”
“Sure.” Wilson answered, happy to be of some use. He found the basket easily and returned with it two minutes later.
“Do you guys want something to drink? There’s beer in the fridge.” Cuddy offered.
“Beer sounds good.” House answered from his place on one of the lawn chairs, his leg resting on another.
“I’ll get it.” Wilson replied, stalling Cuddy from becoming a gofer. “Do you want anything while I’m in there?”
“Beer for me too!” Lucas called out as Rachel dragged him off the deck to go play Duck Duck Goose. With only those two playing, it more turned into a game of Chase Rachel.
“Cuddy?” He asked wanting to make sure he got everyone.
“I’m good.” She answered, holding up her glass of water. She picked up a carrot from the veggie tray and popped in her mouth.
When he returned, Lucas and Rachel were still running around the yard and House and Cuddy were digging into the veggies. “You might not want to fill yourself up on vegetables.” Wilson playfully scolded his lover as he came up behind him and snagged the last carrot. “You have an entire grill full of burgers, hot dogs, brats, steak and ribs that you still have to eat.”
“MM.” House responded contemplatively. “I see your point.”
Wilson chuckled thickly. “I thought you might.”
Rachel came running onto the deck again, a panting Lucas behind her. “Come play!” She cried out, pulling on Wilson’s jeans.
“I’m sorry sweetie, I can’t.” He told her gently. Usually he didn’t mind running around, playing with kids but he knew his ankle couldn’t take it right now. While he was able to walk without aid, he was still forced to limp around; unable to fully place weight on it.
“Please!” She begged, pouting.
“Rachel,” Cuddy warned, “what have we told you about asking twice?”
“Never take the first answer if you don’t like it.” Rachel responded, her eyes screwed up in concentration. Lucas had started to try to sneak away.
“Lucas!” Cuddy called out annoyed, earning laughs from the other two men.
“What? It’s true isn’t it?” He defended weakly.
“Not for a child it’s not.” She answered before she turned to her daughter. “Honey, if someone says “No” then they mean “No”. Ok?” The child frowned but nodded her head and ran off to continue playing with her father.
“I should check the grill.” Cuddy said with a sigh.
“I got it.” Wilson answered making his way over to the grill. He opened the lid, coughing as the smoke reached his lungs. Grabbing the tongs, the oncologist checked and turned over all the meat, adding some spices and lightly brushing sauce over the ribs. “Should be ready in a few more minutes.” He said as he pulled up a seat next to House.
The group on the deck watched the two in the yard running around and chatted casually as they waited for the food to finish.
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“That was good, thanks guys.” Wilson said before he took his and House’s plates into the kitchen and rinsed them off. He allowed himself a moment to lean against the sink counter and take some weight off his ankle; it had begun to throb and he wanted to keep it at that level rather than allowing it to escalate. He walked back to join the rest, his limp more pronounced than it was going in.
House lay stretched out on a cushioned bench, his eyes closed and head back letting the wonderful meal settle in his stomach. His attention was refocused from his very full stomach to his partner by the sounds of uneven footfalls.
He opened his eyes and turned his head to see Wilson limping his way over to join him. The diagnostician frowned at sight; sometime in between getting to Cuddy’s place and now, Wilson’s ankle had begun to hurt and he hadn’t realized it. He must be getting old!
Wilson gave him a warm smile as he sat himself up effectively making room for the oncologist to sit down. “Thanks.” Wilson told him, leaning against the back of the bench and closing his eyes, contentment rolling off of him in waves. Only the fine lines around his eyes and the way his hand rubbed his thigh gave away Wilson was hurting; two things House knew neither Cuddy nor Lucas would pick up on.
Rachel continued her run around the yard, squealing with delight at nothing in particular while the adults lounged about on the deck. No one seemed in any particular hurry to get up and move as the sounds of birds singing, insects buzzing and the breeze blowing the trees lulled them all into a nap.
Wilson was the first to snap out of it. “I think I should get the rest of these dishes into the kitchen before I fall asleep.” He joked easily with a sigh as he stood up. He walked over to the vacated table, wincing when he put weight on his right leg, and grabbed the randomly assorted bowls and plates of food; stacking them with ease.
“I’ll help.” House declared, surprising them all with the offer.
Wilson stared at his friend for a moment, guessing that he had an ulterior motive, before he turned his attention back to his task. He handed a couple plates to the waiting hand and then headed back into the house.
Being ever the “Suzy Homemaker”, Wilson began emptying out the bowls that still had food in them before he rinsed them out in the sink and began loading the dishwasher; leaving the bigger bowls to be hand washed.
While he was washing the bigger bowls, House came up beside him with a towel; preparing to help dry them off.
“We should go home after this.” The older man suggested.
“Why, is your leg hurting?” Wilson replied, concern coloring his soft, handsome features.
“No, yours is.” House retorted. “Besides, I have some plans of my own tonight.”
“Oh really? Do they include watching porn and drinking beer?” The oncologist asked as he washed the last bowl.
“Nope but they do involve a massage and slow, hot sex.”
“With one of your hookers?
“Jimmy is that any way to talk about yourself?!” House asked shocked.
“Oh! You planned on me giving you the massage and then sex.” Wilson responded in fake realization.
“Actually I had planed on giving you the massage and then giving each other sex.” House answered as he placed the last bowl on the stack. He knew Cuddy kept them in the cupboard by the stove and he wasn’t going to bend down to put them away.
Wilson raised his eyebrows at House’s suggestion, a sultry grin spreading across his face and warming his brown eyes. “I think that sounds like an excellent plan.” He whispered as he stepped closer, closing the distance between their bodies.
House let out a low groan as he felt the heat and desire rolling off Wilson’s body, intoxicating his own. “You know, we could just borrow Cuddy’s bed.” He suggested slyly.
“Uh-uh.” Wilson objected childishly before he planted a kiss on his lover. “Let’s go home.” He panted, trying to catch his breath.
“If you insist dear.” House quipped as he walked back outside, waiting impatiently for Cuddy and Lucas to stop playing with Tweedle Dum long enough to notice him.
They came walking up to him just as Wilson emerged from the house. “Well this was great but we’re gonna go.” House told the two in front of him.
“Is everything ok? You guys were in there awhile.” Cuddy asked suspiciously.
An “Everything’s fine.” from Wilson and “Wilson’s hurting.” from House came at the same time, both men glaring at the other.
“Okay,” Cuddy said, dragging out the word, “which is it?”
House stared Wilson down. “Both.” The latter finally answered.
“How can it be both?” Lucas asked.
“The reason we were in there so long was because we were cleaning up and doing dishes, so in that respect - everything’s fine.” Wilson explained before hesitantly continuing as he and House awkwardly walked down the steps onto the grass, “But I am hurting and I think it’s time for us to go.”
Sensing his embarrassment, Cuddy and Lucas refrained from acknowledging Wilson’s pain; not asking whether he was ok or needed anything. “Well, thanks for coming!” Cuddy said cheerily as she stepped forward, giving Wilson a hug.
“Thanks for inviting us.” Wilson replied warmly. “Have a great Sunday and we’ll see you Monday.”
House stayed quiet, offering nods of parting and letting Wilson do the talking for him. They walked back to the car, Wilson walking slower than House, making sure to be careful of holes; neither one wanted an injury from not watching where they were going.
After much argument, Wilson drove home having decided that House needed to rest his leg. It wasn’t a very wise decision but he wasn’t about to back down or change his mind. He winced, grimaced or clenched his teeth every time he had to switch from the gas or the brake, his ankle raging its protest at the pressure each time but he did his best to ignore it; if all else failed he’d ice it while House massaged him.
They arrived in front of their house fifteen minutes later, parked and climbed out. House had taken a Vicodin in the car so he was moving easier than he was when he got in the car. Secretly he was grateful for the break and chance to rest his leg but outwardly he was annoyed with his friend for hurting himself to give the diagnostician that chance.
He had seen the winces and grimaces of pain and the way he had clenched his teeth but he made no comment since it wouldn’t do any good anyways.
By the time they entered the condo, Wilson was limping heavier than normal. Warm, throbbing pain pulsed throughout his foot and leg, increasing to burning, sharp pain when he placed weight on it.
Having been able to get inside faster than his friend, House was waiting for him with a pair of crutches in his hand. Wilson glared at him but the older man wouldn’t budge until he’d grabbed the detested instruments and used them. Though he’d never admit it, it Wilson did feel better not having to bear weight on his ankle and it was easier to get around now.
He headed for the kitchen, intending to grab the bag of years old frozen peas that House uses for an ice pack and a towel but was sidelined by House saying, “Nope, bed!” before he disappeared from view.
Wilson heaved a heavy sigh and crutched toward the bedroom surprised that he hadn’t run into House as he noticed a bottle of baby oil on the bedside table. He placed his crutches against the furthest wall from the bed, hoping that he wouldn’t need them again, and sat down on the bed. He proceeded to take off his shoes and socks, hissing when he did the right side, and then slipped out of his jeans and nice shirt. After having decided to leave on the undershirt and underwear, he lay himself down on the bed; closing his eyes and letting out a sigh of relief when he got off his feet.
“Comfortable?” A gruff voice asked followed by the sound of him walking to the bed and the crinkle of a bag of frozen peas.
Wilson opened his eyes to find House standing naked by his side of the bed, a towel and the bag of frozen peas on the bed beside Wilson’s leg. He sat up, grabbing both items and placing them on top of his swollen ankle.
“You probably should have waited until you were naked to do that. Now we have to try to maneuver your underwear around the ice pack.” House replied, sliding onto the bed.
The younger man looked down at his clothes and then, slowly, scanned his lover. “Good point.” He conceded before he pulled his shirt off. He jerked his leg so the ice pack fell easily off its place and then he slid out of his underwear.
After replacing the ice pack, he scooted back against the headboard waiting for instructions. “You’re running the show,” he told his friend, “you tell me where I need to be.”
House scooted closer, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his friend and slowly scanning his blue eyes over the naked body before him, stopping over the iced ankle to try to decide exactly what he wanted to do and the logistics of doing it with both of them hurting.
He finally settled on keeping Wilson where he was for a moment, flipping himself around so he was leaning against the footboard rather than the headboard. House grabbed his lover’s feet, softly pulling them to where they lay between his legs. Wilson scooted to his right to compensate for the odd angle the action placed him in, easily allowing House to place his aching right leg parallel to Wilson’s left.
Gentle hands kneaded the tight muscles in Wilson’s left foot, ankle and calf; the slow circular motions lulling him into relaxed heaven. He let out a moan of pleasure and felt the pressure increase, stopping just below his knee. His leg was lowered and he felt the coolness of the ice pack disappear.
“How’s your ankle?” House asked as he delicately began to massage the right foot.
“Better.” Wilson answered, a mixture of pain and pleasure confounding his mind.
“K.” House answered, able to read in between the lines of Wilson’s answer and the combination of discomfort and bliss on his face. He deftly avoided the injured ankle and the closest areas around it, moving from the top of Wilson’s foot to the middle of his calf.
He felt a muscle in Wilson’s leg tighten significantly and decided to try to loosen it only to have the man in question yelp in pain. “Must be injured.” Wilson dismissed, reddening slightly in embarrassment and grimacing as House’s hands accidentally brushed the area again.
House nodded, allowing his friend to relax back against the pillows again as he moved back over to the other leg; replacing the ice pack before he did. He sensually moved his hands up Wilson’s leg, passing over the knee and massaging the thigh; brushing his hands close to the hardness of the man’s groin.
Wilson gasped at the slight touch, slowly working it against the back of House’s hand harder while the man continues to massage his thigh.
The older man moves his hands away from Wilson’s thigh, placing them on either side of his lover and leans down; giving soft kisses to his stomach, working his way up to his chest, the beautiful collar bone and the stimulatingly arousing neck.
Wilson felt himself grow close to losing his mind with anticipation as House nibbled on his neck and ear lobe. With out thought he threw the other man onto the bed beside him, rolling over and switching places. His mouth roaming over his lover’s body, nibbling and kissing where it liked while his left hand gently massaged the aching right thigh and his right held him up.
House growled lustily into his hair, his own erection making itself known; poking into Wilson’s stomach. He threw House a sultry look before he continued his exploration down to the erection, enveloping it, taking House deeply into his mouth and sucking.
He pulled away when he felt House begin to grind his hips, slowly beginning to fuck Wilson’s throat. “Not yet love.” He whispered silkily into the other man’s ear while his right hand wrapped around the erection that ached to be petted. “Remember, you said all night.”
“Damn James,” House groaned pleasurably, “you’re killing me with the anticipation.”
Wilson laughed throatily, making House want him more. “Now you know how I felt.” He teased as he began rubbing their cocks together, House’s pre-cum providing the lubrication.
Both moaned in erotic pleasure with the action, their breathing becoming fast and erratic, before Wilson wrapped his hand around them, providing more friction and pressure. “Please!” House begged in a moaned exhale.
The younger man smiled wonderfully, moving himself down between House’s legs; rubbing him along House’s left leg all the while. His mouth covered the penis, applying wonderful, sensual, pressure and teeth; his body bobbed up and down on House’s cock, his hands using House’s hips to steady himself.
“Fuck James!!” House cried out, ripples of ecstasy running through his body.
“Yes, please!” Wilson replied playfully, not totally unprepared for House to grab him and throw him on to the spot to his left; preparing to do just that.
House quickly grabbed the lube from the table, placing an inordinate amount on his fingers. He eased them into Wilson’s hole, gently but insistently loosening it, preparing it for House to enter.
He rammed into Wilson with a fervor born of lust eliciting cries of pain and pleasure from them both. He drew back, not fully exiting, and rammed back in; repeating the process over and over until he could feel himself climaxing. He coiled his body around his lover, grabbing the unattended to erection and massaging in time with his own movements; moaning, keening, grunting and groaning as he went.
He exploded in the other man with a last powerful thrust feeling his tension, anxiety and frustration deflate with his penis. House pulled out and collapsed back onto the bed, panting from the exertion but a satiated smile on his face.
Wilson rolled himself off his hands and knees; wrapping his injured leg around House’s left, perfectly happy with the skin to skin to erection contact until the other man gained his second wind. “How’s your leg?” He asked, concern taking over the lasciviousness for a moment.
“It’ll hurt later but I’ll worry about that then.” House responded, his non-dominant hand slinking its way down petting, playing and massaging Wilson’s erection.
“You should take a pill first.” Wilson told him gently, knowing that if House didn’t now he’d be in agony the rest of the night. He heard the familiar rattle of a prescription bottle and the sound of two pills hitting his lover’s teeth before he swallowed them.
“Good idea.” He answered, applying more and more pressure with his hand. “I’ve got some work to do.” He purred. “My Jimmy has needs to be met.” House whispered into Wilson’s ear, his voice the tone of someone talking about a pet or an adored son.
The hand that squeezed his penis was nothing representing a parent or owner though; it was the feeling of a man wanting nothing more than to please his partner.
House pushed the other man down against the bed, flinging his right leg over Wilson’s hips and pinning him there. He leaned down for a deep, passionate kiss before he pulled back; working his way, once again, down Wilson’s body.
As he moved down, so did his hips, applying pressure to Wilson’s legs and feet while he closed in on Wilson’s penis, suckling coyly and nibbling playfully.
Wilson gave a moaned laugh, caught between laughing at the playfulness and the moan of pure pleasure. He bucked his hips, trying to fuck House’s throat a little but quickly stopped with a quiet hiss of pain. House was sitting on his throbbing ankle, preventing him from doing much more than laying there and enjoying it; two things he didn’t mind doing if it’s what House demanded.
House had been too busy bobbing up and down on Wilson’s dick to hear the soft exclamation of pain and slowly started applying more pressure to the shaft, using his teeth to nip the tip.
“A-a-ah,” Wilson moaned deep in his throat, a little bit of pre-cum escaping the tip and in House’s mouth. He grinned; his lover was close.
With the strength of someone who used one arm exponentially more than the other, House balanced himself with his right hand planted firmly on Wilson’s left hip while his left wrapped around Wilson’s balls; jerking, squeezing, grinding and massaging them with the control and firmness that only a guy could give.
“Hunnnhh.” Wilson whined into his throat, arching his back and thrusting his hips again. “Fuck!” He cried out as House did it again. “Fuck, Greg, now!” He demanded.
House pulled away, still applying pressure with his mouth so he massaged Wilson’s erection as he did so. “Let’s go then.” He invited enticingly.
Wilson didn’t need any more encouragement, his hands gently supported House in the needed position; one holding him, one massaging the tight thigh. He went to grab the lube but House stopped him. “Just do it.” He commanded impatiently; impatient but not unkindly.
The oncologist knew that it meant that House was near his limit so he didn’t waste any time. He plunged into House, carefully at first to help loosen him then more furiously the looser he got.
He mimicked House’s earlier position and wrapped himself around his lover, his hands kneading both thighs (though with different pressure) as his hips continued their dance. He held his breath as he felt himself climax, explode and deflate in House. Quickly, he pulled out, allowing them both to collapse back onto the bed with grimaces.
“You ok?” Wilson panted, worried about House’s leg.
“Yeah. Massage helped,” came the equally as out of breath reply.
“Good.” He replied, truly happy that his friend’s leg was hurting him too badly; his own body was another matter. While they’re usually not little catholic school girls during sex, they also usually aren’t so physical either. Throwing each other, no matter how gentle, onto the bed was not of the norm because it could hurt one of them; the bed may be a bed but it was still a little harder than most.
Wilson made a move to get up and grab them some water but stopped when his back zinged its protest. A little hiss escaped his lips, catching the other man’s attention.
“You ok?” He asked, concern filling his voice.
“Yeah,” Wilson grimaced, his right hand going towards the tight, painful muscle in his lower back. It found the right muscle and began trying to knead it, earning a groan from its master at the pain it ignited.
House’s ears had perked up at the first hiss of pain, completely ignoring his friend’s answer since the pain in his voice was easy to hear and now he rolled on his side to stare at the other man. “No you’re not.” He countered.
“I’m fine, probably just sore from more exercise than it was used to.” Wilson dismissed, rolling onto his stomach and lifting his right leg to keep from extending his painful ankle.
House’s eyes softened in compassion and pity. His hand snaked over to Wilson’s back, gently rubbing until it found the offending muscle. He didn’t like how taught it was nor how much pain the extremely soft pressure caused. “I think you pulled a muscle.”
“Great,” came the exasperated and muffled reply. Wilson had buried his head in his pillow to help stem the flow of tears the soft, well meant massaged had caused to fall.
Noticing the way Wilson held his leg in the air, House grabbed a pillow and placed on the bed; guiding the leg down onto it. “Only you could hurt yourself this much while having sex.” House scolded lovingly while he ran his hands through the thick locks of brown hair.
“Says the man who’s always in excruciating agony when we finish.” Wilson quipped.
They both laughed and House curled himself closer to Wilson, gently wrapping his limbs around the pained man. “Get some rest.” He instructed as he felt his own eyelids grow heavier.
“Will I feel better when I wake up?” Wilson grumbled.
House chuckled, “Nope but I will and then I can help get you to feeling better.”
“Hm,” Wilson pondered, “I’m going to hold you to that.” He said, his hand gently squeezing House’s leg.
House leaned down and offered an awkward kiss on his partner’s cheek. “Get some sleep.” He said before he returned to his previous spot and fell asleep; the sound of soft snores following him into the darkness.
AN: Sorry for taking so long, I hope the chapter was worth the wait!
Chapter 21:
The sun beat down, warming Wilson and House as they walked up to Cuddy’s house; the trees surrounding it swaying in the April breeze. They walked around to the backyard. The day had become warmer than any of them thought so they were going to spend most of the afternoon outside, on the deck while Rachel ran around in the yard.
The uneven ground was treacherous for both men but they made it to the deck without problem, House barely managing to avoid having his legs crushed by Rachel. Wilson had been released from his crutches but only after thirty minutes of arguing with his doctor and a promise to take it easy and use his ankle brace. He knew that taking it easy wouldn’t be hard since it was a beautiful day, meant for relaxing but he had forgotten to put on the brace this morning; something he hadn’t mentioned to House.
“Wilson!” Cuddy greeted warmly as she came up to offer a gentle hug.
“You never greet me that way.” House grumbled jokingly.
“Gee, I wonder why.” Cuddy deadpanned as both men slowly made their way up the few steps. Lucas came out of the house carrying a platter full of meat, making Wilson’s mouth water with anticipation.
“Think you got enough meat there?” House joked, a hungry look in his eyes.
“No.” Both Cuddy and Lucas answered as the sound of the grill sizzling and the smell of food filled the air.
“Do you need any help with anything?” Wilson offered with a smile.
“Yeah,” Lucas answered before Cuddy had a chance to tell him otherwise, “there’s a basket of condiments inside on the counter. Could you grab it?”
“Sure.” Wilson answered, happy to be of some use. He found the basket easily and returned with it two minutes later.
“Do you guys want something to drink? There’s beer in the fridge.” Cuddy offered.
“Beer sounds good.” House answered from his place on one of the lawn chairs, his leg resting on another.
“I’ll get it.” Wilson replied, stalling Cuddy from becoming a gofer. “Do you want anything while I’m in there?”
“Beer for me too!” Lucas called out as Rachel dragged him off the deck to go play Duck Duck Goose. With only those two playing, it more turned into a game of Chase Rachel.
“Cuddy?” He asked wanting to make sure he got everyone.
“I’m good.” She answered, holding up her glass of water. She picked up a carrot from the veggie tray and popped in her mouth.
When he returned, Lucas and Rachel were still running around the yard and House and Cuddy were digging into the veggies. “You might not want to fill yourself up on vegetables.” Wilson playfully scolded his lover as he came up behind him and snagged the last carrot. “You have an entire grill full of burgers, hot dogs, brats, steak and ribs that you still have to eat.”
“MM.” House responded contemplatively. “I see your point.”
Wilson chuckled thickly. “I thought you might.”
Rachel came running onto the deck again, a panting Lucas behind her. “Come play!” She cried out, pulling on Wilson’s jeans.
“I’m sorry sweetie, I can’t.” He told her gently. Usually he didn’t mind running around, playing with kids but he knew his ankle couldn’t take it right now. While he was able to walk without aid, he was still forced to limp around; unable to fully place weight on it.
“Please!” She begged, pouting.
“Rachel,” Cuddy warned, “what have we told you about asking twice?”
“Never take the first answer if you don’t like it.” Rachel responded, her eyes screwed up in concentration. Lucas had started to try to sneak away.
“Lucas!” Cuddy called out annoyed, earning laughs from the other two men.
“What? It’s true isn’t it?” He defended weakly.
“Not for a child it’s not.” She answered before she turned to her daughter. “Honey, if someone says “No” then they mean “No”. Ok?” The child frowned but nodded her head and ran off to continue playing with her father.
“I should check the grill.” Cuddy said with a sigh.
“I got it.” Wilson answered making his way over to the grill. He opened the lid, coughing as the smoke reached his lungs. Grabbing the tongs, the oncologist checked and turned over all the meat, adding some spices and lightly brushing sauce over the ribs. “Should be ready in a few more minutes.” He said as he pulled up a seat next to House.
The group on the deck watched the two in the yard running around and chatted casually as they waited for the food to finish.
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“That was good, thanks guys.” Wilson said before he took his and House’s plates into the kitchen and rinsed them off. He allowed himself a moment to lean against the sink counter and take some weight off his ankle; it had begun to throb and he wanted to keep it at that level rather than allowing it to escalate. He walked back to join the rest, his limp more pronounced than it was going in.
House lay stretched out on a cushioned bench, his eyes closed and head back letting the wonderful meal settle in his stomach. His attention was refocused from his very full stomach to his partner by the sounds of uneven footfalls.
He opened his eyes and turned his head to see Wilson limping his way over to join him. The diagnostician frowned at sight; sometime in between getting to Cuddy’s place and now, Wilson’s ankle had begun to hurt and he hadn’t realized it. He must be getting old!
Wilson gave him a warm smile as he sat himself up effectively making room for the oncologist to sit down. “Thanks.” Wilson told him, leaning against the back of the bench and closing his eyes, contentment rolling off of him in waves. Only the fine lines around his eyes and the way his hand rubbed his thigh gave away Wilson was hurting; two things House knew neither Cuddy nor Lucas would pick up on.
Rachel continued her run around the yard, squealing with delight at nothing in particular while the adults lounged about on the deck. No one seemed in any particular hurry to get up and move as the sounds of birds singing, insects buzzing and the breeze blowing the trees lulled them all into a nap.
Wilson was the first to snap out of it. “I think I should get the rest of these dishes into the kitchen before I fall asleep.” He joked easily with a sigh as he stood up. He walked over to the vacated table, wincing when he put weight on his right leg, and grabbed the randomly assorted bowls and plates of food; stacking them with ease.
“I’ll help.” House declared, surprising them all with the offer.
Wilson stared at his friend for a moment, guessing that he had an ulterior motive, before he turned his attention back to his task. He handed a couple plates to the waiting hand and then headed back into the house.
Being ever the “Suzy Homemaker”, Wilson began emptying out the bowls that still had food in them before he rinsed them out in the sink and began loading the dishwasher; leaving the bigger bowls to be hand washed.
While he was washing the bigger bowls, House came up beside him with a towel; preparing to help dry them off.
“We should go home after this.” The older man suggested.
“Why, is your leg hurting?” Wilson replied, concern coloring his soft, handsome features.
“No, yours is.” House retorted. “Besides, I have some plans of my own tonight.”
“Oh really? Do they include watching porn and drinking beer?” The oncologist asked as he washed the last bowl.
“Nope but they do involve a massage and slow, hot sex.”
“With one of your hookers?
“Jimmy is that any way to talk about yourself?!” House asked shocked.
“Oh! You planned on me giving you the massage and then sex.” Wilson responded in fake realization.
“Actually I had planed on giving you the massage and then giving each other sex.” House answered as he placed the last bowl on the stack. He knew Cuddy kept them in the cupboard by the stove and he wasn’t going to bend down to put them away.
Wilson raised his eyebrows at House’s suggestion, a sultry grin spreading across his face and warming his brown eyes. “I think that sounds like an excellent plan.” He whispered as he stepped closer, closing the distance between their bodies.
House let out a low groan as he felt the heat and desire rolling off Wilson’s body, intoxicating his own. “You know, we could just borrow Cuddy’s bed.” He suggested slyly.
“Uh-uh.” Wilson objected childishly before he planted a kiss on his lover. “Let’s go home.” He panted, trying to catch his breath.
“If you insist dear.” House quipped as he walked back outside, waiting impatiently for Cuddy and Lucas to stop playing with Tweedle Dum long enough to notice him.
They came walking up to him just as Wilson emerged from the house. “Well this was great but we’re gonna go.” House told the two in front of him.
“Is everything ok? You guys were in there awhile.” Cuddy asked suspiciously.
An “Everything’s fine.” from Wilson and “Wilson’s hurting.” from House came at the same time, both men glaring at the other.
“Okay,” Cuddy said, dragging out the word, “which is it?”
House stared Wilson down. “Both.” The latter finally answered.
“How can it be both?” Lucas asked.
“The reason we were in there so long was because we were cleaning up and doing dishes, so in that respect - everything’s fine.” Wilson explained before hesitantly continuing as he and House awkwardly walked down the steps onto the grass, “But I am hurting and I think it’s time for us to go.”
Sensing his embarrassment, Cuddy and Lucas refrained from acknowledging Wilson’s pain; not asking whether he was ok or needed anything. “Well, thanks for coming!” Cuddy said cheerily as she stepped forward, giving Wilson a hug.
“Thanks for inviting us.” Wilson replied warmly. “Have a great Sunday and we’ll see you Monday.”
House stayed quiet, offering nods of parting and letting Wilson do the talking for him. They walked back to the car, Wilson walking slower than House, making sure to be careful of holes; neither one wanted an injury from not watching where they were going.
After much argument, Wilson drove home having decided that House needed to rest his leg. It wasn’t a very wise decision but he wasn’t about to back down or change his mind. He winced, grimaced or clenched his teeth every time he had to switch from the gas or the brake, his ankle raging its protest at the pressure each time but he did his best to ignore it; if all else failed he’d ice it while House massaged him.
They arrived in front of their house fifteen minutes later, parked and climbed out. House had taken a Vicodin in the car so he was moving easier than he was when he got in the car. Secretly he was grateful for the break and chance to rest his leg but outwardly he was annoyed with his friend for hurting himself to give the diagnostician that chance.
He had seen the winces and grimaces of pain and the way he had clenched his teeth but he made no comment since it wouldn’t do any good anyways.
By the time they entered the condo, Wilson was limping heavier than normal. Warm, throbbing pain pulsed throughout his foot and leg, increasing to burning, sharp pain when he placed weight on it.
Having been able to get inside faster than his friend, House was waiting for him with a pair of crutches in his hand. Wilson glared at him but the older man wouldn’t budge until he’d grabbed the detested instruments and used them. Though he’d never admit it, it Wilson did feel better not having to bear weight on his ankle and it was easier to get around now.
He headed for the kitchen, intending to grab the bag of years old frozen peas that House uses for an ice pack and a towel but was sidelined by House saying, “Nope, bed!” before he disappeared from view.
Wilson heaved a heavy sigh and crutched toward the bedroom surprised that he hadn’t run into House as he noticed a bottle of baby oil on the bedside table. He placed his crutches against the furthest wall from the bed, hoping that he wouldn’t need them again, and sat down on the bed. He proceeded to take off his shoes and socks, hissing when he did the right side, and then slipped out of his jeans and nice shirt. After having decided to leave on the undershirt and underwear, he lay himself down on the bed; closing his eyes and letting out a sigh of relief when he got off his feet.
“Comfortable?” A gruff voice asked followed by the sound of him walking to the bed and the crinkle of a bag of frozen peas.
Wilson opened his eyes to find House standing naked by his side of the bed, a towel and the bag of frozen peas on the bed beside Wilson’s leg. He sat up, grabbing both items and placing them on top of his swollen ankle.
“You probably should have waited until you were naked to do that. Now we have to try to maneuver your underwear around the ice pack.” House replied, sliding onto the bed.
The younger man looked down at his clothes and then, slowly, scanned his lover. “Good point.” He conceded before he pulled his shirt off. He jerked his leg so the ice pack fell easily off its place and then he slid out of his underwear.
After replacing the ice pack, he scooted back against the headboard waiting for instructions. “You’re running the show,” he told his friend, “you tell me where I need to be.”
House scooted closer, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his friend and slowly scanning his blue eyes over the naked body before him, stopping over the iced ankle to try to decide exactly what he wanted to do and the logistics of doing it with both of them hurting.
He finally settled on keeping Wilson where he was for a moment, flipping himself around so he was leaning against the footboard rather than the headboard. House grabbed his lover’s feet, softly pulling them to where they lay between his legs. Wilson scooted to his right to compensate for the odd angle the action placed him in, easily allowing House to place his aching right leg parallel to Wilson’s left.
Gentle hands kneaded the tight muscles in Wilson’s left foot, ankle and calf; the slow circular motions lulling him into relaxed heaven. He let out a moan of pleasure and felt the pressure increase, stopping just below his knee. His leg was lowered and he felt the coolness of the ice pack disappear.
“How’s your ankle?” House asked as he delicately began to massage the right foot.
“Better.” Wilson answered, a mixture of pain and pleasure confounding his mind.
“K.” House answered, able to read in between the lines of Wilson’s answer and the combination of discomfort and bliss on his face. He deftly avoided the injured ankle and the closest areas around it, moving from the top of Wilson’s foot to the middle of his calf.
He felt a muscle in Wilson’s leg tighten significantly and decided to try to loosen it only to have the man in question yelp in pain. “Must be injured.” Wilson dismissed, reddening slightly in embarrassment and grimacing as House’s hands accidentally brushed the area again.
House nodded, allowing his friend to relax back against the pillows again as he moved back over to the other leg; replacing the ice pack before he did. He sensually moved his hands up Wilson’s leg, passing over the knee and massaging the thigh; brushing his hands close to the hardness of the man’s groin.
Wilson gasped at the slight touch, slowly working it against the back of House’s hand harder while the man continues to massage his thigh.
The older man moves his hands away from Wilson’s thigh, placing them on either side of his lover and leans down; giving soft kisses to his stomach, working his way up to his chest, the beautiful collar bone and the stimulatingly arousing neck.
Wilson felt himself grow close to losing his mind with anticipation as House nibbled on his neck and ear lobe. With out thought he threw the other man onto the bed beside him, rolling over and switching places. His mouth roaming over his lover’s body, nibbling and kissing where it liked while his left hand gently massaged the aching right thigh and his right held him up.
House growled lustily into his hair, his own erection making itself known; poking into Wilson’s stomach. He threw House a sultry look before he continued his exploration down to the erection, enveloping it, taking House deeply into his mouth and sucking.
He pulled away when he felt House begin to grind his hips, slowly beginning to fuck Wilson’s throat. “Not yet love.” He whispered silkily into the other man’s ear while his right hand wrapped around the erection that ached to be petted. “Remember, you said all night.”
“Damn James,” House groaned pleasurably, “you’re killing me with the anticipation.”
Wilson laughed throatily, making House want him more. “Now you know how I felt.” He teased as he began rubbing their cocks together, House’s pre-cum providing the lubrication.
Both moaned in erotic pleasure with the action, their breathing becoming fast and erratic, before Wilson wrapped his hand around them, providing more friction and pressure. “Please!” House begged in a moaned exhale.
The younger man smiled wonderfully, moving himself down between House’s legs; rubbing him along House’s left leg all the while. His mouth covered the penis, applying wonderful, sensual, pressure and teeth; his body bobbed up and down on House’s cock, his hands using House’s hips to steady himself.
“Fuck James!!” House cried out, ripples of ecstasy running through his body.
“Yes, please!” Wilson replied playfully, not totally unprepared for House to grab him and throw him on to the spot to his left; preparing to do just that.
House quickly grabbed the lube from the table, placing an inordinate amount on his fingers. He eased them into Wilson’s hole, gently but insistently loosening it, preparing it for House to enter.
He rammed into Wilson with a fervor born of lust eliciting cries of pain and pleasure from them both. He drew back, not fully exiting, and rammed back in; repeating the process over and over until he could feel himself climaxing. He coiled his body around his lover, grabbing the unattended to erection and massaging in time with his own movements; moaning, keening, grunting and groaning as he went.
He exploded in the other man with a last powerful thrust feeling his tension, anxiety and frustration deflate with his penis. House pulled out and collapsed back onto the bed, panting from the exertion but a satiated smile on his face.
Wilson rolled himself off his hands and knees; wrapping his injured leg around House’s left, perfectly happy with the skin to skin to erection contact until the other man gained his second wind. “How’s your leg?” He asked, concern taking over the lasciviousness for a moment.
“It’ll hurt later but I’ll worry about that then.” House responded, his non-dominant hand slinking its way down petting, playing and massaging Wilson’s erection.
“You should take a pill first.” Wilson told him gently, knowing that if House didn’t now he’d be in agony the rest of the night. He heard the familiar rattle of a prescription bottle and the sound of two pills hitting his lover’s teeth before he swallowed them.
“Good idea.” He answered, applying more and more pressure with his hand. “I’ve got some work to do.” He purred. “My Jimmy has needs to be met.” House whispered into Wilson’s ear, his voice the tone of someone talking about a pet or an adored son.
The hand that squeezed his penis was nothing representing a parent or owner though; it was the feeling of a man wanting nothing more than to please his partner.
House pushed the other man down against the bed, flinging his right leg over Wilson’s hips and pinning him there. He leaned down for a deep, passionate kiss before he pulled back; working his way, once again, down Wilson’s body.
As he moved down, so did his hips, applying pressure to Wilson’s legs and feet while he closed in on Wilson’s penis, suckling coyly and nibbling playfully.
Wilson gave a moaned laugh, caught between laughing at the playfulness and the moan of pure pleasure. He bucked his hips, trying to fuck House’s throat a little but quickly stopped with a quiet hiss of pain. House was sitting on his throbbing ankle, preventing him from doing much more than laying there and enjoying it; two things he didn’t mind doing if it’s what House demanded.
House had been too busy bobbing up and down on Wilson’s dick to hear the soft exclamation of pain and slowly started applying more pressure to the shaft, using his teeth to nip the tip.
“A-a-ah,” Wilson moaned deep in his throat, a little bit of pre-cum escaping the tip and in House’s mouth. He grinned; his lover was close.
With the strength of someone who used one arm exponentially more than the other, House balanced himself with his right hand planted firmly on Wilson’s left hip while his left wrapped around Wilson’s balls; jerking, squeezing, grinding and massaging them with the control and firmness that only a guy could give.
“Hunnnhh.” Wilson whined into his throat, arching his back and thrusting his hips again. “Fuck!” He cried out as House did it again. “Fuck, Greg, now!” He demanded.
House pulled away, still applying pressure with his mouth so he massaged Wilson’s erection as he did so. “Let’s go then.” He invited enticingly.
Wilson didn’t need any more encouragement, his hands gently supported House in the needed position; one holding him, one massaging the tight thigh. He went to grab the lube but House stopped him. “Just do it.” He commanded impatiently; impatient but not unkindly.
The oncologist knew that it meant that House was near his limit so he didn’t waste any time. He plunged into House, carefully at first to help loosen him then more furiously the looser he got.
He mimicked House’s earlier position and wrapped himself around his lover, his hands kneading both thighs (though with different pressure) as his hips continued their dance. He held his breath as he felt himself climax, explode and deflate in House. Quickly, he pulled out, allowing them both to collapse back onto the bed with grimaces.
“You ok?” Wilson panted, worried about House’s leg.
“Yeah. Massage helped,” came the equally as out of breath reply.
“Good.” He replied, truly happy that his friend’s leg was hurting him too badly; his own body was another matter. While they’re usually not little catholic school girls during sex, they also usually aren’t so physical either. Throwing each other, no matter how gentle, onto the bed was not of the norm because it could hurt one of them; the bed may be a bed but it was still a little harder than most.
Wilson made a move to get up and grab them some water but stopped when his back zinged its protest. A little hiss escaped his lips, catching the other man’s attention.
“You ok?” He asked, concern filling his voice.
“Yeah,” Wilson grimaced, his right hand going towards the tight, painful muscle in his lower back. It found the right muscle and began trying to knead it, earning a groan from its master at the pain it ignited.
House’s ears had perked up at the first hiss of pain, completely ignoring his friend’s answer since the pain in his voice was easy to hear and now he rolled on his side to stare at the other man. “No you’re not.” He countered.
“I’m fine, probably just sore from more exercise than it was used to.” Wilson dismissed, rolling onto his stomach and lifting his right leg to keep from extending his painful ankle.
House’s eyes softened in compassion and pity. His hand snaked over to Wilson’s back, gently rubbing until it found the offending muscle. He didn’t like how taught it was nor how much pain the extremely soft pressure caused. “I think you pulled a muscle.”
“Great,” came the exasperated and muffled reply. Wilson had buried his head in his pillow to help stem the flow of tears the soft, well meant massaged had caused to fall.
Noticing the way Wilson held his leg in the air, House grabbed a pillow and placed on the bed; guiding the leg down onto it. “Only you could hurt yourself this much while having sex.” House scolded lovingly while he ran his hands through the thick locks of brown hair.
“Says the man who’s always in excruciating agony when we finish.” Wilson quipped.
They both laughed and House curled himself closer to Wilson, gently wrapping his limbs around the pained man. “Get some rest.” He instructed as he felt his own eyelids grow heavier.
“Will I feel better when I wake up?” Wilson grumbled.
House chuckled, “Nope but I will and then I can help get you to feeling better.”
“Hm,” Wilson pondered, “I’m going to hold you to that.” He said, his hand gently squeezing House’s leg.
House leaned down and offered an awkward kiss on his partner’s cheek. “Get some sleep.” He said before he returned to his previous spot and fell asleep; the sound of soft snores following him into the darkness.
AN: Sorry for taking so long, I hope the chapter was worth the wait!