Rain
Title: Rain
Pairing: House/Wilson
Beta: angstdragon
Rating: PG
Warnings: sexuality, slash
643 Words
Special thanks to angstdragon, your version looks a way hotter! =)
Rain drops were starting to fall on them as they sped past Wood Road, on House’s motorcycle. When they had left the hospital the sky had looked gray and stormy but they hadn’t expected it to start raining so soon.
It was raining heavily when they reached the main road, making it harder to ride, as the rain drops were hitting House's face.
“Turn left. We’ll go to mine!” Wilson shouted through the wind.
Shutting off the engine House took off his helmet and met Wilson at the door where he was searching for his keys. They were both soaking wet; Wilson’s hair was now sticking to his forehead with rain drops falling from it and dripping down his face.
“Here we are…” Wilson said finding his keys at last.
When they entered Wilson's flat they tracked water in with their footsteps.
“Hold on, I’ll get us some dry clothes.” Wilson said after noticing the puddles that started to form and went to his bedroom.
House walked into the kitchen and took a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses from the cupboard, pouring some for himself and Wilson.
When Wilson walked out of the room he was wearing a soft shirt and PJ pants, handing House another dry clothes. ''Here, take it.'' He said, whilst taking the other glass of whiskey from House.
House went to the bathroom to change. It was odd how thin he appeared in Wilson's clothing. It felt also odd to be in someone else's clothes. House smelt the pieces of clothing Wilson had given him, they smelt of Wilson’s aftershave and a smell that could only be described as Wilson's own unique smell, it made House feel aroused, he quickly pushed it down and walked towards the living room.
When House came back, he found Wilson sitting on the sofa watching TV with the glass of whiskey in his hand. “The news is depressing, as always…” Wilson sighed and sipped the whiskey. House sat down next to him and drank his whiskey in one go. “I don’t want to catch cold” He grunted after he felt the sweet warm burn of the whiskey travelling down his throat, at Wilson's stunned look.
Wilson turned back to the TV and resumed sipping his whiskey. House was trying to resist the upcoming feeling of arousal that had happened in the bathroom, but the more he drank and the sense of the clothes’ soft fabric added with Wilson’s warmth was making it harder to resist.
After taking a deep breath, he took the TV remote and turned the volume down a little and slid his hand onto Wilson’s lap, whilst still looking at the screen.
Wilson was surprised but didn’t move House’s hand. House’s touch became more firm when he saw Wilson lean his head back against the couch and close his eyes with a soft moan. House carefully took the glass out of Wilson's hand and placed it on the table, slowly moving towards Wilson to kiss him. Moving towards each other they started to kiss fiercely. Wilson’s hot hands were digging into Houses skin, gliding along it, whilst House’s were making their way up Wilson’s shirt.
They were sitting on the sofa, in front of the TV set, kissing passionately. House wondered, why they hadn’t done this before, why hadn’t he longed for this moment all his life and why now did he realize how much he had wanted to hold and kiss Wilson.
They had sex on the sofa, then moved it to the bedroom, repeating the act over and over, until it ached to sit, they fell asleep in each other's arms, smiling contently. They were warm and comfortable in each other's arms, listening to the subsiding rain. And for the first time in his life House forgot about the pain.