Smiling as the shit comes down

[dr_gregoryhouse]

Who: House, Chase (NPC), open
Where: House's office; heading down to the cafeteria
What: New case. Getting something to eat + avoiding Wilson and Cuddy
When: Day after House's meeting with Cade - Friday, 12th May, almost midday.

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[dr_j_wilson]

“Yeah… all right,” Wilson said, thinking things would probably be more comfortable in his bedroom. And since he was going to get up anyway, they might as well move in there.

Wilson sat up after House did and grabbed the remote to turn off the TV - he’d completely forgotten that it was even on until then. Before he let himself think too deeply about what they were going to do in his bedroom when they got there, Wilson grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. Walking around with just his t-shirt on and an erection, he thought, would probably look even more ridiculous then walking around completely naked with an erection.

With only a quick glance at House, Wilson got to his feet and walked away - with some difficulty - to the bathroom. Once there he opened the cupboard under the sink and pulled out a bottle of lotion. It was the natural non-scent kind and Wilson figured it’d work. Work? God… what was he doing? Was he really going to let House penetrate him, if it came to that?

Wilson stared down at the bottle of lotion, suddenly feeling a knot of apprehension in his stomach. But he wanted this, didn’t he? He wanted the intimacy, wanted to know what it felt like. Wanted House inside of him… to show House, maybe, the level of his commitment.

All that, however, didn’t mean he was wasn’t still nervous. One step at a time, Wilson told himself. It wasn’t like House was just going to take the lotion and… do it. But if it did happen… well, it’d happen. Walking into his bedroom, Wilson saw House already on the bed and moved to join him while attempting to appear at ease.

Lying down, Wilson kissed House gently while pressing the bottle of lotion into House’s hand.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

When House moved off the sofa, he yanked his jeans back up over his hips though didn't do them up. He made his way through to Wilson's bedroom, and then pushed his jeans down, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull them from his legs. His stomach felt tight with apprehension and he propped his elbows on his knees and rubbed his face with his hands. He had no idea where this was going. He'd come to Wilson's apartment to try and work things out with him, and now here he was, in Wilson's bedroom while Wilson was fetching whatever it was from the bathroom to aid House in doing whatever it was they were going to do together. Wasn't this a bit soon? Where they even ready for... whatever it was they were going to do?

Sitting back up straight, he reached behind him over his shoulder to grab a tuft of his shirt, and he tugged it over his head before balling it in his hands. But... maybe they needed this, House tried to reason. Maybe this was good. Being physically close seemed to be the apex of their relationship -- they tended to say more through this than through actually talking. So, yeah... maybe this was good.

That didn't stop the churn of nervousness in House's stomach. He dropped his shirt to the floor and slowly scooted back onto the bed, and lay back against the pillows. In between going from the living room to the bedroom, House's erection had tapered off again, though that likely wasn't going to stay that way. He looked down at himself and thought about maybe stroking himself back to arousal just as Wilson entered the room.

Looking up at him, he watched Wilson approach the bed, wondering if the casualness Wilson was exhibiting was real or not. He eyed the bottle of lotion and felt his stomach tighten again at the realisation of where this could go. He forced those thoughts aside as Wilson moved onto the bed, and gingerly clasped his hand around the offered bottle of lotion as he met Wilson's kiss with equal gentleness.

Pulling away from the kiss, House met Wilson's eyes before he set the lotion down beside them on the bed. He had room to stretch out and move and explore now, so he decided he'd make the most of that. He leaned back in as he shifted more onto his side, and met Wilson's mouth in another kiss, reaching his hand down to Wilson's ass. He grasped it and pulled Wilson against him. Letting Wilson's ass go, he ran his hand up over Wilson's back to the back of his neck, massaged it briefly and then ran his hand back down.

He broke the kiss to press his mouth to Wilson's jaw and kissed his way up to his ear. He swallowed and felt his stomach tighten again.

"Roll onto your front," he murmured against Wilson's ear.

[dr_j_wilson]

Wilson’s erection had faded too, but it only took House’s hand on his ass to start warming him up again - in all senses of the word. He rocked his hips slowly in against House’s and sighed at the feel of House’s hand travelling over his body. Wilson put a hand on the House’s thigh, just below his hip, and rubbed it absently while returning the kiss.

House’s murmured request sent a frisson of conflicting emotions through Wilson. He ducked his head down and kissed House’s chest before slowly pulling back. Looking into House’s eyes, Wilson let him see what he was really feeling beyond the charade of casualness. If they were really going to do this, then they had to be open with each other. To trust each other. Therefore, Wilson let the uncertainty show on his face, but also let House see his trust, his desire and his love.

After another moment, Wilson broke the gaze and rolled over to lie flat on his stomach, with his arms as a pillow under his head. A shiver went through his body, making him break out in goose bumps, even though he wasn’t cold. Wilson swallowed and forced himself to relax before spreading his legs apart.

Though he was facing away from House and therefore couldn’t see him, Wilson was aware of him as if he could feel House without House even touching him. It was almost as if he could feel what House was feeling, though Wilson thought maybe he was just imagining that. But he did feel strongly connected to House, even though they weren’t physically connected. At least… not yet.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

House felt as uncertain as Wilson looked. As much as he could see that it was more than just uncertainty that Wilson was looking at him with, House felt almost certain that Wilson was going to say no. Or... something. But then Wilson was moving onto his front and House felt his own conflicting emotions go through him. Especially when Wilson spread his legs, as if he was inviting whatever it was that was going to happen.

He pushed aside his doubt and moved in close to Wilson's side, wishing Wilson was looking at him, yet glad that he wasn't at the same time. Pressing up to Wilson and propping himself up onto his elbow, House lifted his other hand and slid it onto the small of Wilson's bare back. He rubbed it lightly for a moment before he ran his hand up over Wilson's back to his shoulder and, sensing Wilson's tension and wanting to ease his own tension as well, House started focusing on just touching Wilson for the moment. He rubbed his shoulder, move his hand across to Wilson's other shoulder and rubbed that before he trailed his hand down Wilson's back once more.

Shifting up a little higher on his elbow, House moved his hand down to Wilson's ass and let it rest there as he leaned in and brushed his stubble across Wilson's shoulder blade. He pressed a light kiss there, followed by another, kissing his way up to Wilson's shoulder. Squeezing Wilson's ass gently, House craned his neck as he dragged his mouth down across to Wilson's spine, half-leaning on him as he pressed a few kisses down Wilson's spine. His hand left Wilson's ass and was running over Wilson's back again, firmer this time, and the more he kissed and touched Wilson, the more House started to relax.

He shifted in closer to Wilson, pressing his cock against Wilson's hip, and he ran his hand down to Wilson's other hip, gripped it and tugged Wilson against him as he sensually kissed across his shoulder blade again. As he did that, he toyed his foot around Wilson's, and when he smoothed his hand back down to Wilson's ass, House experimentally slipped his finger between Wilson's ass cheeks and lightly rubbed.

Pulling back from Wilson, House looked down at him as he rubbed his finger against Wilson's anus. A moment later, he pulled away again, rolling to his back so he could reach for the lotion, and when he moved back up against Wilson's side, House felt his stomach knot up in apprehension again as he studied the bottle of lotion.

Pushing himself up to a sitting position beside Wilson, House uncapped the lotion and hesitantly squirted a small blob onto his finger tip. He rubbed the lotion around between his forefinger and thumb, squirted another small amount and then set the lotion aside, uncapped as he stretched his hand back down to Wilson's ass. He slid his finger in between his cheeks and felt an instant difference in smoothness when he rubbed. He pressed his fingertip to Wilson's anus and found his finger slid in a lot easier with the lubrication, and he nervously started to push his finger in slowly, stopping every time he felt a contraction of muscles.

Leaning back down so he was lying beside Wilson, House started to kiss Wilson's shoulder again, this time, slowly sliding his finger in and out of Wilson. He found the more he did that, the more Wilson slowly, very slowly started to relax. His own erection had started to taper off again, but House wasn't focused on his own needs right now. Just Wilson. Just them. With that came reluctant confidence, the nerves in House easing over time. Wilson's reactions, the way House determinedly made this slow and as comfortable as possible... he found himself drawn in by the intimacy.

He pushed his finger in deep, pulled it back out again and then back in, and held it there. Kissing up to Wilson's neck and then pressing his face in against Wilson's hair, House muttered, "You okay?"

[dr_j_wilson]

Wilson’s uncertainty faded to the background as he became absorbed in the feel of House’s hand on him, his weight and the press of warm skin against his own. It was exhilarating to be House’s sole focus like this, without needing to worry about anything except lying there and enjoying it. Every now and then, Wilson moaned quietly or shivered at House’s touch while he tried to resist the urge to thrust against the mattress. His cock, trapped as it was under his weight, throbbed with every beat of Wilson’s heart and almost ached with the pent-up need for release.

When he felt House’s fingers slide back between the cheeks of his ass, Wilson made a small noise and his stomach clenched when a shock of warmth spread through his body. He didn’t need to look to see what House was doing when he moved away again. Wilson tried to breathe evenly and stay relaxed but he couldn’t help flinching at the sudden touch of cold liquid to his anus.

Thankfully, the lotion didn’t take long to warm and then House’s finger was slipping inside him again. It was still strange and there was still a burn but it was much better than when House had tried it earlier. Wilson managed to relax and after a few more thrusts of House’s finger, it started to feel good. It seemed the nerves there were hotwired to his cock, because every slide of House’s finger sent a burst of pleasure through to his groin.

At House’s question, Wilson turned his head so they were face to face and kissed House on the lips. “Feels good,” Wilson said quietly and clenched around House’s finger, trying to imagine how it would feel if it was House’s cock there instead. House was no giant, but he wasn’t small either. Certainly he was a lot larger than finger-sized. But, obviously, it was possible. Plenty of other people managed it….

Wilson swallowed as his eyes flickered over House’s face. “You can… do more,” he murmured.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

House studied Wilson's face, uncertain what 'more' meant. He knew the clinical aspects of examining a prostate, but he didn't know the pleasure principles of this kind of thing. It was weird to think that he'd grown to know Wilson's body so well, yet here he was with little idea as to what he was doing or if he was doing it right.

He was just going based upon how Wilson reacted, as opposed to knowing what Wilson liked, or knowing what felt good. In a way, this felt like the first time he and Wilson ever did anything together -- how little they knew of each other in that way, how they'd just gone with instinct rather than knowledge of each other's bodies.

House of course knew, though, that the prostate was a point of pleasure in men if manipulated and massaged in the right way. The question was, what was the right way? Direct stimulation? Massaging underneath the prostate? He had no idea. He knew the prostate itself was very sensitive, and he didn't want to overstimulate Wilson. He didn't want to hurt him, either. He supposed he'd just... feel around until Wilson reacted positively.

Leaning in to kiss Wilson again, House carefully drew his finger part-way out and then slowly pushed it back in, angling towards the direction of Wilson's prostate. His fingertip came into contact with the firm, spongey gland and he hesitantly, gently rubbed against it; directly stimulating it to see what Wilson would do.

[dr_j_wilson]

The friction alone, of House’s finger moving inside him, felt good but that was nothing in comparison to what Wilson felt when House found his prostate. He gasped into House’s mouth and his hips bucked involuntarily. It was almost too much, too intense, for Wilson to handle but at the same time he didn’t ever want it to end.

Drawing in a ragged breath, Wilson pulled back from House and stared at him. “Oh… god,” Wilson muttered, shuddering when House moved his finger again. If he’d been doubtful that having anal sex was pleasurable before, the doubts were well and truly gone now. Wilson clenched one fist into the bedcovers and closed his eyes, focusing on the intense waves of pleasure that was seemingly making every muscle in this body seize up.

“St-stop,” Wilson managed to get out after a minute, when he felt himself draw close to an orgasm again - which was a strange thing to feel without any direct stimulation to his cock. Wilson forced his eyes open and looked at House questioningly. “Do you… want to try…?” Wilson frowned, not knowing how to pose the question exactly. Try fucking me? Making love to me? Those options either seemed too blunt or too flowery.

Wilson sighed and then leaned in to press their lips lightly together before pulling back just enough so he could speak. “I want you.”

[dr_gregoryhouse]

House watched Wilson, mesmerised by the pleasure showing on his face and the way his body was reacting to what House was doing. It gave the House the confidence to gingerly experiment a little more by stroking his finger over Wilson's prostate, watching the differing reactions in Wilson between applying pressure and just teasing the prostate lightly.

It increased House's curiosity again, wondering to himself what this would feel like if he was... inside Wilson. He tried to imagine the pleasure of having tight heat around his cock while giving Wilson pleasure at the same time. He only had the knowledge of what it was like to be inside a woman to go by with imagining how it would feel, but the idea of being inside Wilson made his cock start to stiffen again. Especially if Wilson got as much pleasure out of it as he was getting now.

Hearing Wilson say stop snapped House out of his thoughts, thinking for a split second that maybe he'd hurt Wilson. But seeing Wilson's eyes when he opened them, how dilated his pupils were, and then hearing Wilson say if he wanted to try... House swallowed thickly and stared at Wilson, waiting nervously for Wilson to finish the sentence.

He didn't expect those three words, 'I want you', to have as big an impact on him as they did. He felt his stomach knot up and a flush of heat ripple through his body, both of which was then followed with a surge of nerves as it sunk in that Wilson wanted House inside him. That he wanted House... have sex. Actual sex. Make love.

House drew in a quick breath and let it out slowly. He drew his finger out halfway and then pushed it back in, leaning in to meet Wilson's mouth again. If they were going to do this... how were they going to do it? House wasn't sure of the mechanics of this. It was one thing to have general knowledge on such a thing from a medical perspective; it was another thing entirely to be in the situation. And not only that, but... what about condoms? House didn't have any. He had no idea if Wilson had any.

"Do you..." House murmured nervously against Wilson's lips. He pulled back enough so he could look at Wilson. How could ask this? Do you have protection? Do you have condoms? He swallowed again.

"Do you have... you know. Condoms?"

[dr_j_wilson]

The question said all it had to, to tell Wilson that House was willing, and he felt a mixture of relief, desire and nervousness.

It felt a little strange, for the subject of condoms to come up only now, even though they’d been having sex with each other for a while. Good thing Wilson liked to be prepared, because he did have some even though they were a little on the old side by now. Not too old, though.

Nodding, Wilson gestured towards the bedside table on House’s side. “Yeah, in there.”

Wilson made a small noise when House pulled out of him to get the condoms and then pushed himself up on his arms before rolling onto his side. Taking in a deep breath to try and calm the bout of nerves, Wilson tried to work out how exactly they were going to do this.

Part of Wilson wanted to be able to see House while they did this but he had a feeling it would be easier on him if he was on his stomach. Unless…

When House moved back, Wilson put a hand on House’s neck and drew him into a kiss. “I think it might be, uh…” Wilson cleared his throat, “…easier if I’m on top.” Easier, hopefully, for both of them considering House’s leg and the fact that Wilson had never done this before. Being on top, he figured, he could have more control.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

House reached over Wilson and let the box of condoms drop behind him on the bed when he was drawn back into a kiss, settling his hand down onto Wilson's hip. He still didn't know how they were going to do this -- he didn't know if Wilson was best on his knees, but then if he was then that would make things hard for House with his leg.

He didn't expect Wilson to say what he said next, though. To be on top. He pulled back from Wilson and stared at him, mental images suddenly racing through his mind of seeing Wilson straddling him and... He swallowed and felt his cock harden at the same time that he felt his stomach tighten again. He'd never really considered the actual mechanics of such a thing as anal sex before, and he found himself wondering if it was actually possible with Wilson on top. But more than that, he almost couldn't believe that they were going to do this. It almost seemed surreal, how they'd gone from biting each other's heads off earlier in the day, to... this.

House realised he'd gone silent and still. Swallowing once more, he gave a slight, nervous nod and squeezed Wilson's hip before he moved back in and met Wilson's mouth again, kissing him slowly and a little awkwardly. Closing his eyes, he focused on kissing Wilson rather than letting him think about what they were going to, and soon he was kissing Wilson deeply and passionately, pulling Wilson against him as he rubbed their erections together.

He started to get more and more aroused the more he just focused on Wilson, and after a short while he gripped Wilson's thigh and drew it up over his hip, edging in closer to press their erections together. He slid his hand down Wilson's thigh to his ass and gripped it tightly, squeezed it, rubbed it, occasionally slipping his finger between Wilson's ass cheeks to rub his entrance and lightly finger him. He broke the kiss a few times to lean down and kiss Wilson's neck, his jaw, pouring all of his emotion into what he was doing until he was breathing heavily.

When he met Wilson's mouth for another kiss, House gripped Wilson's ass again, but this time started to tug Wilson towards him as House shifted onto his back, wanting Wilson to straddle his hips.

[dr_j_wilson]

Wilson rolled easily with House without breaking the kiss, moaning quietly as he rubbed his cock against House’s stomach once they settled into place. The intensity of House’s attention was nearly overwhelming and Wilson found it hard to think about anything but House’s mouth against his own and the press of their bodies. House’s finger teasing his entrance made Wilson’s dick jerk while at the same making his chest tighten with apprehension and other unexplained emotion.

Breaking the kiss, Wilson gazed down at House, breathing hard before looking around to locate the condoms and the lotion. Grabbing both items, Wilson then edged down House’s body until he was straddling House’s thighs instead of his hips. He was too nervous to look at House while he was doing this, so Wilson kept his eyes down as he dug a condom out of the box and then ripped it open.

Wilson was so focused on House and the present, that the action of opening the condom didn’t, thankfully, remind him of the last time he’d done so - with Cuddy. Glancing up briefly, Wilson wrapped his hand around House’s cock and stroked him gently before placing the condom at the tip and rolling it down to the base.

For a moment, with the feel of House in his hand, how big he was, made Wilson hesitate again. He reminded himself, though, of how good it had felt with House’s finger inside him, rubbing against his prostate. That intense, almost painful, pleasure that came with it. Leaning down, Wilson kissed House’s hip and then squirted out some more of the lotion before applying it over the condom. It didn’t occur to Wilson, then, that there was anything more they might need to do. The need to come mixed with the new desire to have House inside him overrode everything else.

Wiping the excess lotion on himself, Wilson moved back up House body until he was on all fours above him, still breathing rapidly. At first he was looking down at House’s chest before he forced himself to look up at House’s face. It was only then that Wilson realised his muscles were trembling a little.

Reaching back with one hand, Wilson found House’s cock and wrapped his hand around it again before directing the head in between the cheeks of his ass.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

House stared down at Wilson rolling the condom onto him, his mind too preoccupied with what was happening right now, to think about the last time he'd seen Wilson handling a condom; with Cuddy. His stomach was clenching in nerves and desire, and the act of Wilson rolling the condom onto him made House harden even more -- maybe that was due to how nervous he was feeling, or maybe that was due to the fact that he was feeling driven to thrust and penetrate. Maybe both. He glanced up and looked at Wilson as he felt the warmth of Wilson's hand smoothing the lotion onto his cock. Wilson looked as nervous as House felt. The way he was concentrating on what he was doing, as though he was trying to focus on what was happening in order to push aside his apprehension.

When Wilson then shifted up further and reached behind himself for House's cock, House had a momentary spark of fear, the reality of what they were about to do dawning on him suddenly. He loved Wilson, though, didn't he? Wasn't that what this was about? He swallowed back his fear and placed his hands on Wilson's thighs, watching Wilson's face intensely as he felt the head of his cock move between the cleft of Wilson's ass. He found himself tensing up, both out of arousal and that same sensation of fear, and he gripped Wilson's thighs as he pushed his hips up.

Except... unlike a woman, where there was minimal resistance when she was aroused, he was met with resistance. He pushed against Wilson again, frowning in concentration, and watched the expressions on Wilson's face. He couldn't tell if the expressions were of pain or pleasure, but when he pushed against Wilson once more, he felt the resistance giving... but something didn't feel right. Maybe it was just because Wilson was tense, or maybe there wasn't enough lubrication. Or maybe House was holding back because he was scared of hurting Wilson. It didn't occur to him at that moment that maybe Wilson needed more preparation to stretch and relax him.

He moved his hands up to Wilson's hips and attempted to guide him while changing the angle of his hips. That caused the head of his cock to go off-target and he found himself pushing against the edge of Wilson's perineum instead. Another shift of his hips and the head of his cock was against Wilson's anus once more, but still met with resistance.

Instead of pushing more, he stopped and met Wilson's eyes, looking at him questioningly. "Do you... do you need more lubricant?" he asked hesitantly. "Or... or do you need more time, or...?"

[dr_j_wilson]

Just as House pushed up, Wilson tried pushing himself back onto House’s cock. It didn’t work, at all. Though Wilson was trying to tell his body to relax, it wasn’t co-operating. It didn’t help that it didn’t feel good at all, especially when Wilson felt House’s cock start to go in a little. It hurt and Wilson found himself clenching instinctively - which, obviously, didn’t help matters.

When House changed the angle though, Wilson thought that might help. Even when that didn’t work, Wilson might have kept stubbornly trying except that House stopped. Wilson looked down at him, a little embarrassed that this wasn’t working but mostly frustrated. He shook his head, not knowing what he needed. It didn’t feel like they needed more lubricant; it was just that Wilson’s muscles refused to relax.

In any case, Wilson sat up and picked up the lotion anyway. At least it gave him something to do. He added more to House’s cock and then, glancing quickly at House, applied some to himself. This time he remained sitting up before guiding House into place again. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Wilson started to push back.

This time, the head of House’s cock got past the outer ring of muscles before Wilson had to stop. It hurt, a lot, not to mention felt incredibly uncomfortable and no doubt that was showing on his face. Wilson almost felt like sobbing with frustration. He just didn’t understand why it wasn’t working and he felt like he was letting House down that he couldn’t seem to do this.

“I’m sorry… I can’t,” Wilson shook his head without looking at House and sat up again, forcing House to slip out of him. His erection had started to flag once more and Wilson had a sinking feeling that he wasn’t going to be able to get hard again.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

House didn't feel frustrated so much as he felt concerned that he was hurting Wilson. The second time Wilson attempted to push down onto him, House let out a hitched noise at feeling the tightness close over the head of his cock and he could almost imagine that tightness completely over him, and he would've entertained that thought more if it wasn't for the fact that he could see Wilson was in pain. He didn't want to do this if it was going to cause Wilson discomfort. In fact, the more Wilson persisted, the more House was finding himself getting disheartened at this. The way Wilson had responded to House fingering him had caused an expectation to rise in House, and he was quickly realising that this expectation wasn't going to be met, by no fault of Wilson's. Rather, just inexperience.

Wilson wasn't letting him down, but House felt he was letting Wilson down by causing him that much discomfort. He never fathomed that something like this would actually be so difficult -- he only had women to go by, and women didn't require preparation other than foreplay. Perhaps it was stupid of him to not take into account the actual mechanics of how the anus worked, but he'd been too aroused and focused on what was happening to think beyond what they were doing.

When Wilson announced that he was sorry, that he couldn't do it, House then felt the first stab of frustration. Not at Wilson, but at the fact that this seemed impossible. He slid his hands down to Wilson's thighs and watched Wilson's face for a moment, feeling himself start to lose his erection again. House wasn't sure why Wilson wasn't looking at him -- perhaps he was feeling frustrated, or perhaps he was feeling ashamed for some reason. House frowned. Was that what Wilson was feeling? Ashamed? If he was, he had no reason to.

Wanting to assure Wilson in some way, that it was okay, House rubbed Wilson's thighs gently before he slid his hands back up to his hips. "It's okay," he replied in a low voice. "We don't have to..." He trailed off and studied Wilson's face for another moment before he lifted his right hand to Wilson's chest.

Placing his hand on it, he lightly rubbed it, as if to convey to Wilson that he felt bad for hurting him. And to convey to him that it really was okay. He slid his hand up to Wilson's neck and clasped and rubbed the back of it briefly before sliding his hand back down to Wilson's chest, his other hand slithering up Wilson's thigh to his cock. Closing his fingers around it, he gave Wilson's half-hardness a gentle squeeze. He wanted to do something for Wilson, something that Wilson liked. He wasn't sure if Wilson was going to be interested again, gathering from the look on his face. But it was all House could do to at least offer. To show that it was okay.

"Tell me what you want," he said quietly, running his hand that was on Wilson's chest down to his hip again, while he rubbed his thumb up and down the underside of Wilson's cock.

[dr_j_wilson]

Wilson sighed silently at House’s soothing touch but he still couldn’t bring himself to look at House yet. Though he didn’t clearly recognise the emotions as such, Wilson did feel ashamed. And like a failure. Everything had been going well until, for whatever reason, he hadn’t been able to take that last step. Wilson couldn’t help thinking, either, that it was another thing that had gone wrong between them. That thought spiralled off a whole lot of other negative thoughts that Wilson couldn’t escape from.

Feeling House’s hand on his dick brought Wilson’s attention back to the present, but he felt only a small buzz of pleasure. Feeling like he was now, was not at all conducive to getting off and after a moment Wilson shook his head helplessly and forced House’s hand away from him. He noticed then that House wasn’t completely hard any more either, which just made things worse for him.

So lost as he was in his negative thoughts, Wilson didn’t think to stop and take in account that House wasn’t doing anything except trying to soothe him. Wilson got off House and sat on the bed facing the other way, his shoulders tight with tension. He didn’t know what to say. Wilson wished that this had never happened. Or, rather, what he really wanted, was for this to have worked.

In Wilson’s head, it was supposed to have been that next step in their relationship. It was supposed to help heal the recent rift between them. To prove that they were meant to be together. And it hadn’t worked.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

House frowned when Wilson shook his head and then pushed his hand away. He then looked confused when Wilson got off him, particularly when Wilson sat facing away, looking tense and uptight.

What had he done wrong? All he'd been trying to do was show that it was okay and... had that been the wrong thing to do? He swallowed, feeling like he'd failed Wilson even more, even though he didn't know what it was he'd done this time to cause it. He'd obviously done something wrong, or Wilson wouldn't have rejected him like that.

Lying on the bed, House just stared at Wilson's back for a long, confused moment. He wracked his brain, trying to think of what he'd done, going over what just happened to see if he could pinpoint what it was. He couldn't think what it was, though, and he didn't stop to think that maybe Wilson was the one that was feeling bad.

House didn't know what to do. The fact that Wilson had rejected him -- did that mean Wilson wanted House to leave him alone? To... leave, maybe? House had tried reassurance and that hadn't worked. So, Wilson must've been rejecting him. But why?

He looked away, up at the ceiling and tried to work out what to do. He'd brought his stuff over, he'd agreed to stay the night, and now... But he thought they'd started putting their rift behind them. That's what this had been about, wasn't it? Moving on from the fight they'd had, from the hurt they'd fired at each other earlier in the day?

House looked back to Wilson again. He still didn't have a clue why Wilson was rejecting him. He glanced down at himself, at his penis which was now almost completely limp again, and then back at Wilson. Deciding to try and communicate with Wilson once more, House rolled onto his side towards Wilson and hesitantly placed his hand on his lower back.

"Hey," he said uncertainly, frowning in confusion at Wilson. He paused, and then repeated a little more insistently to get Wilson's attention, "Hey."

He briefly rubbed the small of Wilson's back, and then let his hand drop to the mattress, still looking at Wilson in confusion. He pondered the idea of maybe just giving Wilson some space, but... No. He wanted to know what he'd done wrong.

Propping himself up on his elbow, he rested his head against his shoulder as he considered Wilson for another moment. "What did I do?" he asked, sounding both confused and protesting.