Dining In

[dr_j_wilson]

Who: Wilson, House (closed)
Where: Wilson's apartment
What: Wilson cooks dinner and House comes over.
When: Monday 22nd May, 7pm

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[dr_gregoryhouse]

House wondered to himself, as he poured his own glass of wine, if maybe he was being a bit... telling. Giving away that something wasn't exactly right. Trying to hide something - because he was definitely aware that he was trying to hide something from Wilson. He kept reminding himself that nothing had happened at the bar. Just a drink, regardless of the conversation that had taken place between Cade and himself. But it wasn't the fact that nothing happened - it was the fact that he lied to Wilson about being in the bar on his own. If it ever came out that he hadn't been there on his own, then it would definitely look like he had something to hide, which he technically didn't, but...

He set the wine bottle down firmly, as if pretending those thoughts were on the table and he was squashing them with the bottle, and looked across to Wilson as he talked. He had another sudden impulse to crush these thoughts and feelings of guilt in him by reaching across to Wilson and kissing him, touching him, asking him to come to bed with him again. Wilson would probably know something was definitely up then, if House did that.

He inwardly sighed at himself, wondering why he'd chosen to lie to Wilson. This was going to keep eating at him, he knew it.

"Sounds boring as all hell," House offered when Wilson finished talking. He picked his drink up and held it towards Wilson in gesture of sharing cheers. "To boredom?" he suggested. "May it never cease to exist?"

He took a quick sip of his drink, then set it down and reached for his cutlery. "You know, the cure to boredom is curiosity. Which is why curiosity is something you can't cure." He began to cut into his steak. "History is nothing but the result of human fear of boredom. It's all, 'hey, I wonder what'll happen if I invade this country?' Curiosity, see? No wonder history repeats itself, because people will never stop being fearful of boredom, and will therefore never stop being curious."

[dr_j_wilson]

"I think it's got something to do with land, sometimes, too," Wilson replied after swallowing. "Well, not so much now. Now it's oil and...actually, you're right. Oil and boredom." Wilson snorted and scratched his cheek, looking at House as he spoke. "Hm. High school history: The Greg House Version."

Wilson smiled and took up his glass to sip some more wine. It was possible that House was just glad to be eating dinner, glad to be with Wilson. But as much as Wilson tried to cling to that thought, it slipped away and was instantly replaced by the fact that after all these years, he knew House's moods. And this wasn't that.

"So," he began, slicing another bite of steak. "Spoke with Cuddy today? I didn't get out of the office to wish her a happy birthday, and when I finally did she'd gone." Wilson brought his fork to his mouth but kept his eyes on House, unable to shut out the concern.

He didn't like that House felt so tense a trip to the bar was needed to unwind. Of course it was silly of Wilson to think that, and he was just as curious about what may have happened with Cuddy that caused the tension, but the idea of House feeling the need to sit in a bar alone in order to gather his thoughts made Wilson uneasy.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

"History would be a lot easier to understand if it was taught my way," he agreed. "The best way to understand history is to understand human nature first. Otherwise, the whole point of why things in history happened is moot."

He started to unwind again now that he and Wilson were off the topic of how the day went, or the bar, or anything pertaining to any of that. Maybe they could just have a stupid conversation about nothing of any importance, like they used to when they were just friends. Things had been so confusing between Wilson and himself the last few months, so tense and fast-paced, that it was easy to forget the way things were between them before all of that.

Naturally... House should've known that wasn't going to happen. He faltered, fork poised mid-air to his mouth when Wilson mentioned Cuddy. He quickly corrected himself and mouthed the forkful and began chewing to stall for time. He set his fork down and reached for his glass.

"Yeah," he replied. "Saw Cuddy. I was running late for work and... you know how she is." He sipped his wine. "Found out she's definitely taking the guy to court. Not sure when. Soon, by what she was saying."

He took another sip of his wine and set it back down on the table. "She's uh." He cleared his throat. "Not in a very good way. She made out she's fine, but like I said, you know how she is. Stubborn as anything."

[dr_j_wilson]

"Well of course she's taking him to court," Wilson echoed firmly, as if to assure the world of that statement. "It was a violation of her rights, her privacy. Everything." He became aware of furrowing his brow and relaxed his expression, stabbing another bite with his fork and eating it abruptly. After he was done chewing, Wilson cleared his throat. "After that I think I'd be feeling pretty low, too," he responded quietly to House's note of how Cuddy was fairing.

A quiet fell then, Wilson wearing a considering look on his face as he ate. Perhaps that was it. Even after all the chaos and confusion, House had tried to set things right...in his way. And maybe seeing Cuddy still anguished by what happened between her and that stalker shook him up. Or maybe it was just Cuddy. Since, obviously, the issue there was no where near resolved. Just as Wilson decided to shut the lid on the whole matter of House going to a bar alone to de-stress, he noted the silence that had fallen and looked up at House.

"But, yeah, that's pretty ridiculous about boredom being the sole unchanging variable in the history of significant world events," Wilson said with a scoff. "Makes me wary of playing too many games of solitaire at work. Might turn into the next Hitler."

[dr_gregoryhouse]

Something about the firmness of Wilson's voice made House suddenly sit very still and stare down at his meal like a scolded child. Might've been the guilt nibbling away at him, or might've just been Wilson's voice - Wilson had a way of stopping House in silence when he spoke firmly or angrily. He only dared to throw a cursory look at Wilson during the lull of silence and relaxed a little to see Wilson didn't look as firm as he'd just sounded moments before.

Picking his knife up, House began to cut another piece of meat, really desperately wishing he could just slash all the tension out of the air with the knife. He almost timidly took a bite of the meat, bracing himself for Wilson to say something else firm, maybe demand to know the real reason why House had gone to the bar.

He threw another glance at Wilson again, a wary glance, when Wilson then reverted the conversation back to history again with a scoff. A pause settled over the table after Wilson's last words about being the next Hitler. House then suddenly snorted out loud and started chuckling to himself as he cut more steak, shaking his head.

"Now, wouldn't that be ironic?" House said, giving Wilson an amused look as he propped his elbow on the table. He popped the steak in his mouth and chewed, watching Wilson's face with a slight smirk. "Solitaire could bring the Hitler out in Jew."

[dr_j_wilson]

Wilson squeezed his eyes shut and wrinkled his nose when House chuckled, as if comically pained by just how wide open he'd left that last remark. He did chuckle back, though, and drop his head a bit.

"It's those damn smiley faces that pop up when you lose," he argued good-naturedly. "That might inspire genocide whims in lesser men." Wilson smiled a bit and took another bite of his steak.

After another moment he squinted as if contemplating something and then shook his head. "No. I'm much taller than he was. Nothing to worry about, I don't think," he said, smirking slightly. Wilson finished his wine at that and looked across the table at House, setting his elbows on the table and lacing his fingers.

"The steak is terrible, I'm guessing."

[dr_gregoryhouse]

"Nothing like being mocked for losing," House agreed mock seriously, though he was still smirking. "Perfectly good reason for inspiring your hidden Hitler complex and start a whole new wave of modern-day Nazism. Guess the question would have to be 'lesser men' meaning lesser than Adolf Wilson? Or are Jew including yourself in that category, too?"

House smiled to himself as he cut up the last part of his steak, glad that the tension had dissipated again. He really hoped the night wasn't going to fluctuate between tense and ease for the whole night. He was on tenterhooks enough as it already was.

"Disgusting," House replied to Wilson's question about the steak. "So disgusting, in fact, that I can't stop eating it." He glanced up at Wilson as he took in the last mouthful of meat, then began to lean towards Wilson as he chewed. He craned his neck and pressed a closed-mouthed kiss to Wilson's lips - and managed to knock over his glass of wine in the process.

"Shit," he exclaimed, pulling back abruptly when he heard the thunk of the glass hitting the table. He watched the red wine spill out across the table cloth like a gush of blood. "Now look what you made me do."

[dr_j_wilson]

"Oh, right," Wilson shot back, but his open mouth was curved into something of a smile he couldn't stop. "I'm that good, am I?" He raised an eyebrow and scooted his chair back, snatching the glass and setting it upright as he stood.

He pushed his chair back out out of habit before walking behind House's chair. Wilson stopped and gripped both of House's shoulders, dipping over his shoulder.

"Never liked that tablecloth, anyway," Wilson said in a hushed tone, exhaling against the shell of House's ear and giving his shoulders a tight squeeze before straightening.

He dissapeared into the kitchen for just a moment and then re-emerged with a handful of paper towels, which he tossed over the puddle of wine that had now seeped into the material. Wilson didn't bother the pat it down, ignoring it once it was covered in the white heap he'd torn off the roll. He could afford another tablecloth. And he wanted the air to stay breathable, too. There was simply an urge within him, after the day he'd had and the thoughts he'd thought, to make things okay. Wilson couldn't pinpoint it; the return home had gone anything but smooth and he didn't care for that flavor being left in his mouth. That was one of the more exhausting aspects to all of this with House - the constant need to confirm, affirm, and reaffirm things. Wilson didn't do it because he expected things to go wrong - he told himself he didn't - but instead because he was terrified of that possibility.

With his arms crossed over his chest, he looked down at House with an eyebrow raised as he stood next to where House was seated.

"No use crying over spilled milk," Wilson said conversationally. They'd both finished their dinner and he still had an inexplicable want to touch and be touched, to reach out and feel House. It was strange for Wilson, on some level, but could probably be explained by the amount of stress that had been crushing them lately. And the way House had greeted him tonight. Probably the foreign scent of bar that lingered on House, too.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

House closed his eyes briefly at the touch to his shoulders, to Wilson's warm breath against his ear. Despite the spillage that needed tending to, he had an urge to turn his head and kiss Wilson.

Instead, he opened his eyes again and peered down at the mess. "Well, that's reassuring," he replied dryly. Once Wilson had left for the kitchen, he resumed eating what was left of his meal. He chewed absently on the steak, watching Wilson when he returned with the paper towels and by the time Wilson was done doing a bad job of patting the mess up, House had finished his dinner.

He turned his head up to look at Wilson, raising an eyebrow back at him. "I'm not," House replied just as conversationally. "I can if you want me to, though." He looked away with his eyes and screwed one eye shut contemplatively. "On second thoughts..."

He darted his eyes back to Wilson. He ran his tongue across his top lip, then puffed his cheeks out thoughtfully. He let them deflate with a quiet popping sound from his pursed lips.

"You still hungry?"

[dr_j_wilson]

As if in response to the question, Wilson tongue darted out to wet his lips and he kept his eyes trained on House. He had a mind to make a comically contemplative face and stroke his chin, but instead Wilson uncrossed his arms and rested one hand on the back of House's chair before dipping down again.

Wilson didn't answer House. He kept the small distance between their faces for a moment and stared at House hungrily. His eyes never left House's eyes - right up to the point where Wilson crushed their mouths together. The kiss was hard, his tongue stroking House's, sucking and twisting his head to try and press more firmly against House.

When Wilson did break the kiss with a loud sucking noise, his lips remained parted and his eyes back on House's face.

"I want you," said Wilson lowly against House's mouth, blunt as it was of him to say those words. No wry comments about hunger or their meal and no funny expressions. Just exactly what was on his mind, for once. It might've sounded needy, or even ridiculously lame, but he was breathing a bit heavier now and something was twisting in his chest. So he decided to let House know. Just in case he'd forgotten it for a second somewhere along the line.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

House was taken off guard by the firmness of the kiss at first, wondering why Wilson was being so forward. He craned his neck back a little with the force Wilson was kissing him. By the time the kiss ended House was breathing heavier, feeling equal parts bewildered and guilty.

He felt even more guilt, followed by a sudden rush of desire, when Wilson murmured those words against his mouth. Maybe Wilson was just really eager, House reasoned to himself. Or maybe he was aware something was up and was trying to ignore it, just like House was. Whatever the reason, House was fully aware of the guilt that wouldn't stop nibbling at him, which just made his desire for Wilson increase because maybe he really could crush that guilt with love, affection, sex.

He licked his lips and tried to remain looking casual, smug. "Well, when you put it to me like that..." he replied just as lowly. He nudged Wilson back from him so he could stand up and the moment he was standing tall, he reached for Wilson's face, clutching it in his hands. He ran his thumb across Wilson's bottom lip, a strong surge of love gripping at his chest. Or maybe it was guilt. No, it was love, definitely love.

He traced his thumb down over Wilson's chin before leaning in and kissing him hard.

[dr_j_wilson]

Whatever that something was that was twisting in his chest was starting to burn and when House stood and swiped a finger over his bottom lip the heat shot downward. He couldn't explain it. Wilson just felt overwhelmed with the need to be close, to be touching House, validate and manifest the love and desire that was coursing through him so violently. Had he missed House this much today? Was he still trying to prove something to both of them? God, he'd just come right out and said the words, hadn't he?

Any thought or attempt at thought was sent flying into the back of Wilson's head as House overcame him with another hard kiss. Wilson made a keening noise in the back of his throat and gripped House's shoulders, then his head, and then dropped one hand down to his hip and clutched the back of his neck. His mouth moved just as hungrily as before, fierce and deep, and it was almost like Wilson wanted to get under House's skin. All he knew was, regardless of not being able to explain it, standing wasn't going to cut it much longer.

He broke the kiss and panted air in and out for a second, holding House's neck to keep him close.

"House, I..." he began a little breathlessly, blinking slowly and keeping his eyes level with House's. Wilson wasn't sure what he was going to say. Well, he had the urge to tell House he loved him, and maybe a few other things too, but he'd already said enough on that count. The less noise he made at this point, the better.

"Bedroom?" Wilson finished, raising his eyebrows and leaning back in to kiss the corner of House's mouth. Then his jaw, and then his chin before drawing back again to look at him.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

House was breathing just as hard by the time the kiss broke, still clutching Wilson's face in his hands. When Wilson said his name, House wanted to shush him in case Wilson started asking questions or started talking. Definitely the less talking, the better. He let Wilson's face go and dropped his hands to Wilson's chest, loosely bunching the material of his shirt within his fingers as Wilson leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth and his chin. He nodded; yeah, bedroom was best. Where they could touch and kiss and not talk...

Releasing his hold on Wilson's shirt, he rubbed his hands down Wilson's chest once before gently shoving him back to get Wilson to lead the way to the bedroom. He stretched across for his cane and quickly followed after him, stretching his hand out to latch his fingers onto the waistband of Wilson's pants halfway down the hall.

He barely let Wilson take two steps into the bedroom before he yanked Wilson back against him by the pants, Wilson's back to House's chest, and he let the waistband go to slide his arm around Wilson's front. Rubbing Wilson's chest again through his shirt, House nuzzled his face in against the side of Wilson's neck and tossed his cane across to the bed so he could wrap his other arm around him. Clutching Wilson close to him, hands sliding over and around Wilson's chest and belly, down to quickly grope his dick through his pants, House kissed his neck and jaw possessively as they both shuffled further into the room.

He broke away from kissing Wilson's neck for a breath of air just as he grabbed a tuft of Wilson's shirt and began to yank it free from his trousers, then closed his mouth around Wilson's earlobe and sucked and nibbled at it. Having Wilson's back pressed up against his chest like this made House think of having Wilson beneath him on the bed, being inside him and god, he wanted that.

[dr_j_wilson]

"Ah," Wilson gasped, swallowing involuntarily and feeling almost dazed.

House was everywhere and Wilson was burning. His cheeks and his neck, his skin underneath House's mouth. The fire trickled down his spine and made his legs feel heavy and stuck to the floor. The ache rising in his groin made him want to grab House's hands, direct them. God, he felt eager. His heart was raging in his chest, his pulse learning new speeds and making him feel like he was shuddering under House's touch. And maybe he was.

He leaned back into House and squeezed his eyes shut at the familiar feeling of all that heat up against him. Wilson's hand moved to House's hip and tried to pull him closer against him, craning his neck and breathing audibly.

"God, you...I can't..." Wilson's skin felt like it was on fire. This was what House could do to him. And how he delighted in it, the possessiveness being exerted and the way House surrounded him. Wilson wanted more. Felt almost frenzied. Only House could do that to him. He flattened the length of his body against House and let out a moan, wanting to feel House's weight on top of him.

He turned finally, unable to stand it, and pulled House into another kiss. Wilson tugged back at House's shirt, needing to touch his bare skin and feel more of that heat, and once it was untucked he broke the kiss and pulled the shirt up and over House's head. Wilson's hands slid down House's shoulders, fingernails scratching lightly down his chest, twisting one of his nipples gently and then down to his waist.

They'd managed to make it to the bed, somehow, but Wilson was more concerned with touching House. His fingers clawed and tugged at House's jeans until they were unfastened, then slid his hand past House's underwear to his dick and squeezed it firmly. He lowered his mouth to House's throat, kissing a nipping line down to his shoulder and exhaling hotly againt his skin. Anything and everything he could touch, taste, make House feel. Show House just how much he wanted him. Loved him.

[dr_gregoryhouse]

House latched his fingers onto the material of Wilson's shirt when they reached the bed, grabbing and tugging, wanting Wilson closer to him as they kissed. He broke away from Wilson's mouth when a sharp intake of breath when he felt Wilson's fingers working at his jeans, groaned when Wilson then leaned in to kiss his throat and shoulder. Letting Wilson's shirt go, he scrabbled at Wilson's collar to impatiently pull the buttons undone, letting out a loud groan when he felt Wilson's hand slide into his pants and over his dick. He bucked his hips forward and sought to touch Wilson, any part of him he could reach, with his mouth

He lips came into contact with Wilson's cheek. He breathed heavily against it, tugging the buttons on his shirt undone, and panted in a low voice, "Oh yeah," when he felt Wilson's hand rub and stroke his dick. He kissed and sucked and licked at Wilson's cheek down to the corner of his mouth before pulling back to try and divest Wilson of his shirt.

His hands were trembling slightly from how aroused he was and it took a few frustrated yanks at Wilson's shirt, along with a muttered "Fuck, come on" before he managed to claw the shirt off Wilson's shoulders. He pushed it down roughly and leaned straight in to bite at the side of Wilson's neck. He struggled with getting the shirt right off Wilson's arms, tossing it aside once it was off, and then began to touch Wilson everywhere - his chest, his nipples, his stomach, his waist, all the while pressing biting kisses from his neck up over his jaw and back to his mouth.

[dr_j_wilson]

"Mm," said Wilson in response to House's encouraging words, drawing his palm up the length of House's dick and then curling his fingers around it and stroking back down just as slowly. God, House seemed just as eager as he did, wanted Wilson with an equal amount of passion and hunger, and that made Wilson want to show his love even more. The love he felt for House was all but consuming him right now. He focused on the feeling of House in his hand, worrying his lower lip with his teeth as he rubbed and stroked House, all while keeping dark eyes trained on House's face.

Wilson was just about to tell House to forget the damn buttons and rip off his shirt when he felt the material being pushed past his shoulders. He let out a loud and throaty groan at the abrupt bite, his free hand shooting up to tightly clutch the side of House's neck. Wilson let his eyes close for a moment, now painfully hard underneath the material of his slacks, and felt the heat and throbbing sensation from House's teeth pulsate through his entire body. Something about House doing that just got to him. Maybe...it was the idea of House expressing his claim on Wilson so bluntly. And House kept doing it, making Wilson gasp and sigh, every single breath Wilson took in and out easily heard. He expected that House could hear his heart rampaging in his chest, too. Wilson certainly could.

"House," Wilson moaned without knowing why just before House kissed him, making it so that his mouth was open and ready. The word was swallowed and his lips tingled as they moved with House's lips, Wilson tasting him hungrily in an attempt to stake his own claim on House's mouth. House was everything he was in this moment. Breathless and hard in his hand - Wilson jerking him a bit more firmly as they kissed - as well as eager and possessive. And Wilson had caused him to feel all of those things. Oh, how he loved House for that.

He broke the kiss for desperately needed air, his lips slick and swollen from how wet and frenzied the kiss had been, then let go of House to struggle with his own belt. Wilson toed his shoes off and grunted in frustration, ducking his head foward to press quick kisses against House's mouth as he unfastened his pants. He pushed them down past his waist with his underwear before stepping out of them and kicking them aside. Wilson couldn't stop kissing House, and now that his hands were free and his clothes forgotten, he grabbed House's head with both hands and took his mouth again, resting one knee on the mattress and kneeling toward the bed as he did so.