House M.D. Fanfiction: Held Hostage (21/21) Pt. 1
Title: Held Hostage
Author: pgrabia
Disclaimer: House M.D., its character’s, locations, and storyline are the property of David Shore, Bad Hat Harry Productions and Fox Television. All Rights Reserved.
Characters/Pairing: G. House, J. Wilson, L. Cuddy, random characters from canon and OCs/House/Cuddy established; House/Wilson Pre-slash/slash.
A/N: Thank you to all of you who have so faithfully followed along with this fic and have commented. I have really been encouraged by your words.
Also, I want to give a big thank you to George Stark II for being my ever patient beta!
Genre: Drama/Romance.
Spoiler Alert: This story involves spoilers for all seasons of House M.D. up to and including Season Seven, Ep. Ten.
Word Count: including introduction.
Rating: M (NC-17) for Adult subject matter, coarse language, violence, drug and alcohol use, and explicit sexuality.
Held Hostage
Chapter Twenty-One, Pt. 1
They had already begun undressing each other the moment they had stepped off of the elevator onto their floor. There was no one else in the corridor just then, but neither Wilson nor House would have cared if there had been. By the time Wilson fumbled with the key card to their room and opened the door both he and House had their button-downs unbuttoned. By the time they moved into the room, joined at the mouth and both pairs of hands working feverishly at the rest of their clothes, the button-downs were off and flung away in any which direction; there was no sign of Wilson’s tie-which had probably been dropped and forsaken on the floor of the elevator car. Next on the list of removal were House’s classic rock T and Wilson’s white undershirt, and they were taken care of in that order, flung away as well.
House bit down on Wilson’s carotid, bringing forth a moan that nearly drove the older man around the bend with desire. He alternated between sucking and biting on that spot, leaving a bruise to act as a brand of sorts, claiming Wilson as his and nobody else’s from this point on. He wouldn’t allow anyone to harm or steal anything or anyone that was his.
“You ass,” Wilson chuckled softly. “I won’t be able to hide that, you know.”
House pulled his mouth away from Wilson’s throat long enough to look at him and grin mischievously. “I know.” he returned his mouth to Wilson’s skin until he had the fly of the younger man’s pants open. He growled hungrily, “You’re mine and only mine forever. I’ll never let you go.”
House gave one good yank to pull Wilson’s pants past his hips and ass and then they fell to pool around his ankles. Wilson struggled to kick his shoes off so he could kick the pants off as well. He was completely hard, now, his generously sized cock straining at the restriction of his cotton boxer-briefs. House took a moment to brush his hand over the mound in Wilson’s underwear. A groan escaped Wilson’s throat and his pelvis involuntarily thrust towards House’s hand in search of more stimulation.
“Good,” Wilson responded, breathing heavily. “I don’t want to be anyone else’s. Already tried that, but none of the others could fill that part of me that exists only for you.”
Wilson felt himself being backed toward the bed and then was pushed lightly onto it by House, who grabbed his boxer-briefs and pulled them off. Wilson sat up and worked feverishly at House’s jeans. In no time they both were completely nude and for a moment they paused to look at each other; this was another first in their relationship and they were both eager to drink it all in, every second of it, and commit it to memory.
“Come here,” Wilson ordered, placing one hand at the back of House’s neck and the other grabbing his best friend’s shoulder, pulling him down on top of him as Wilson lay back and brought his mouth up to House’s. They kissed with a desire and need that burned between them like a roaring fire until both had to come up for air.
The cobalt blue eyes he stared into stared back, smoldering with desire and filled with a love that Wilson couldn’t remember seeing anywhere else before. Wilson grinned broadly, his free hand moving to cup House’s cheek as his mouth moved in to crush House’s again. He then moved said hand to help move himself and support more of his weight so that he was completely on top of House, while being mindful of his leg. He smiled against House’s lips just before he ground his engorged cock against House’s and gasped in delight. House ground back. It felt so incredibly good, so good in fact that he kept doing it and groaning each time in harmony with House’s gasps and whimpers. Wilson wanted to explore every inch of House’s body, map it out bit by bit, but that would have to wait for another time. Years of unresolved sexual tension refused to be denied or delayed. Both of them needed fulfillment and relief too desperately to take it slow.
Their bodies were slick with sweat now as their hands explored, kneaded, and caressed; all this time Wilson ground his pelvis against House’s; the feeling of their cocks rubbing against each other was almost too incredible and Wilson felt himself coming ever closer to climax. He sensed that the same was true for House. As their excitement and pleasure built, their vocalizations and volume of said vocalizations increased.
As for House, all he wanted was to claim Wilson as his own, be the one to give him the most incredible orgasm of his life and never give him reason to seek out another partner again.
They were together as if one body in every way except the most important one. House knew that he was getting closer and closer to the point of no return and from the urgency with which Wilson kissed and ground against him he could tell he was, too.
“You feel so good,” Wilson whispered against House’s skin. “Oh god…I love you…I want you…I want you inside me.”
“Mm, Jimmy…mmm…Oh fuck! Ah…have you…have you-?” House gasped. “Ever done that… oh, yesss...have you ever-?”
Wilson smirked and panted. “A long time ago. Have you?”
House was genuinely surprised to hear that but didn’t take any time to dwell on it. He grinned. “Not technically…but I’m a quick study. Did you bring provisions?”
Sucking on the point of House’s jaw, he pulled away long enough to answer, “You know me. I’m a regular fucking boy scout.” He ground against House again, earning a gratifying groan. “Hold that thought, House,” Wilson told him as he slid off of the older man and off the bed. He went to his suitcase, House glowering at him, wanting him back in bed immediately. He watched Wilson move, lusting after his body, admiring the musculature of his back and ass and then finding himself unable to look away from Wilson’s impressively large cock, hard, erect, and flushed. It was no wonder his ex-wives had had nothing bad to say about his prowess between the sheets and now…now that was House’s to enjoy, and if he had his way, no one else would ever have a turn at Wilson again.
Climbing back into bed, Wilson presented a tube of gel lubricant and two condoms. House helped Wilson roll on his and Wilson returned the favor, taking the time to suck a little on the head of House’s penis, causing him to whine ever so slightly and thrust his hips involuntarily.
Wilson moved up to kiss House’s mouth deeply and then practically purred, “Fuck me, House. Show me if you’re as good as you boast you are!”
“I don’t know,” House growled almost ferally. “Are you...sure that’s what…you want?”
Wilson nodded.
House gently but urgently pushed Wilson off of him. Wilson grabbed a pillow to place under his his hips and made to lie on his stomach.
“I want to see your face,” House told him, suddenly serious. “I’ve longed for so long to see your face while I…make love…to you…”
Wilson grinned. “Make love, House? You really do love me, don’t you?”
“Shut up,” House told him but he was unable to hide a shy smile.
Wilson approached him for another passionate kiss before lying back facing House, who helped him position the pillow. Wilson’s legs were parted and bent at the knee. House squeezed a generous amount of lube into his hand and then applied it to his lover’s opening, tracing the ring with a fingertip a few times. Wilson’s reaction was incredible; the look of gratification and desperation combined only made House harder if that was even possible.
After gently but methodically preparing Wilson’s opening for intercourse, House slowly and gradually entered Wilson, who grimaced in discomfort initially but urged his partner to continue. Before long the muscles began to relax and he began to push against House’s thrusts and hum. The sight of it alone was nearly enough to send House over the edge. Wilson hadn’t lied; he’d done this before.
House had watched gay porn from time to time, always alone, out of curiosity at first. After the first time, he’d gone back because of the way it had turned him on to imagine that the writhing bodies on the screen were Wilson’s and his. He’d gone so far as to buy toys to test out if he liked it and what worked the best, in the back of his mind hoping that someday he would be able to test out what he was learning with Wilson. Now it was finally coming true.
“I…I love you,” the diagnostician whispered hesitantly, caught up in more emotion, raw and pure and powerful, than he ever had before with anyone else. House never said anything he didn’t mean when it came to how he felt. He found it difficult to tell Wilson that he loved him even though it was true because of the way it left him emotionally vulnerable; but House knew that Wilson loved him, too. The oncologist had told him so, had shown it on numerous occasions by his actions, and that made it easier.
A moan of unadulterated ecstasy left House as he and Wilson found synchronicity in their movement, becoming as one. He couldn’t believe how wonderful this felt! It was better than he had dreamed it would be. Wilson fit like a glove around House-so warm and tight and perfect! The oncologist was humming now with pleasure, overpowering any remaining pain he may have felt.
“Mmmngnh, more, Greg,” Wilson murmured, his face alit with what House could only describe as bliss.
So House obliged, beginning to thrust faster. He experimented with shifting the angles of his thrusts until the head of his penis found the magic spot over Wilson’s prostate gland, grazing it with every thrust thereafter. Wilson cried out loudly each time, which only spurred the older of the two of them on. The pleasure was so great that the diagnostician lost track of time and place, the complete focus of his mind and body on loving Wilson, giving him pleasure. He reveled in the knowledge that he was the one drawing the moans, gasps, and epithets out of the younger man’s mouth. House swallowed some of them as he possessed Wilson’s mouth again and again. His left leg was tiring, taking most of the burden to spare his right, but he knew he could last through it. Nothing else existed except for Wilson and him and their mutual delight.
As House neared his climax, he paid attention to cues from Wilson and could tell that he was nearing completion as well. By this time, House had already taken Wilson’s swollen member into his fist and was stroking him in time with his thrusts, which were increasing in frequency the nearer he was to coming.
“Oh god…mm, oh Greg, yes…!”
House was muttering curses and affirmations and moaning and groaning as well. He couldn’t hold back much longer, he just couldn’t, he couldn’t-!
Wilson shouted House’s name along with gibberish as he came, ejaculating hard into his condom. Feeling the pulsation of Wilson’s ejaculation in his hand, the contractions around House’s cock, and the younger man’s cries as he went over, House tipped over the edge as well, coming harder than he had since he was in his twenties.
As he came down from his orgasmic high, House realized that he was still lying pretty much on top of his best friend; if Wilson minded, he didn’t show any indication of it. In fact, he had his arms wrapped around House so that if he wouldn’t be able to roll off of him if he tried. So House relaxed with his head on Wilson’s shoulder, his face facing the younger man’s neck. He could see Wilson’s pulse in his carotid artery as it slowed at about the same rate as his. Their breathing was just as synchronized, it seemed, as their lovemaking had been; their breaths were evening out, slowing, becoming as one. House enjoyed his friend’s scent mixed with those of the sweat of sex and cum, the feel of Wilson’s skin against him and the body heat they shared.
In that moment he wasn’t only contented, but he was happy, genuinely happy, and couldn’t help but grin. House pushed himself up onto the elbow that still made contact with the mattress and leaned in to kiss Wilson, enjoying the feel of his soft lips against his own. Wilson smiled and opened chocolate eyes to look up at him adoringly.
“I love you,” Wilson whispered. “I can’t believe it took us twenty goddamned years.”
“Um hmm.” House stared into his eyes and then kissed him again before rolling sideways onto his left side off of him. Wilson rolled onto his right side to face him, their legs still entwined. He combed his long fingers through Wilson’s rich, silky brown hair. “I wanted you the night you presented the organ you’d bought for the loft...for me. I guess I knew then that you meant a lot more to me than just the guy I got drunk and ate pizza with.”
“You only realized it then?”
“Well, there were times,” House explained, “when I knew that I’d rather be dead than live without you in my life. There were other occasions when you would smell or look particularly good and I’d get a yearning that I tried to explain away as something else. I’ve never been very good at deluding myself, though; I’m better at lying to others.” House smiled disarmingly.
“Keep doing that,” Wilson told him, tracing House’s lips with his fingers only to have them playfully nipped at. “Not the lying; keep smiling; it looks incredibly good on you.”
“No guarantees,” the diagnostician told him, “but if you keep up what you just did to me your chances at seeing more smiles vastly improves. Just don’t expect me to smile in front of anyone else.”
“I’m honored to be the recipient of such a rare treat,” the younger man told him with a touch of humor.
House looked at him soberly. “You should be, Jimmy.”
Wilson nodded. “I know. I’m very much aware of what gifts your trust and love are, Greg. I feel very special. Thank you.”
Smiling again, softly, House kissed the end of Wilson’s nose. “Thank you. Now, enough of this sappy crap! We sound like a couple of chicks!”
End Pt. 1
Part Two