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Dining In

Jul 14, 2007 22:25

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 July 15 2007, 08:08:21 UTC

House rolled up outside Wilson's place on his bike and killed the engine. He tugged his helmet off and set it down against the handlebars, staring absently down the street. The evening was still in twilight, though only the last vestiges of it; it'd be fully nighttime soon. House was aware that he probably smelled of cigarette smoke and other scents that could only be found in a bar, which only served to remind him of the guilt he felt about lying to Wilson ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse July 15 2007, 18:10:05 UTC

"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 ( ... )

dr_j_wilson July 15 2007, 18:29:30 UTC

"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 ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse July 15 2007, 18:48:40 UTC

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 July 15 2007, 19:42:14 UTC

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 ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse July 17 2007, 05:41:17 UTC

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 ( ... )

dr_j_wilson July 17 2007, 07:43:44 UTC

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 ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse July 17 2007, 08:37:04 UTC

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 ( ... )

dr_j_wilson July 17 2007, 09:01:28 UTC

"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 ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse July 19 2007, 06:48:49 UTC

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 ( ... )

dr_j_wilson July 19 2007, 07:31:03 UTC

"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 ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse July 19 2007, 09:46:05 UTC

This was definitely working. The guilt House had been feeling, it was now completely forgotten, crushed under the weight of his desire for Wilson. He panted quietly as Wilson stroked him, gripping at Wilson's shoulders and arms for balance while thrusting his hips. He let out a sound of frustration when Wilson took his hand away, though quickly got caught up in touching Wilson all over as Wilson began removing his pants ( ... )

dr_j_wilson July 19 2007, 10:19:26 UTC

Wilson panted and moaned through parted lips, thrashing his head back and forth and rolling his tongue across his upper lip in an effort to keep quiet. Finally he felt what he'd wanted to feel for what seemed like forever. House against him. On top of him. Moving with him. An extra degree of arousal was earned when House pinned his wrists above his head like that and Wilson pushed against the hold weakly, another choked moan escaping him when House rolled his hips foward and said his name.

"Fuck," he said hotly, opening his mouth wider in a show of what looked like disbelief at how good this felt. Wilson hooked one leg loosely around House and thrust against him again, picking his head up and craning his neck in an attempt to meet House's mouth. He reached the underside of House's jaw and kissed that instead before dropping back with a groan ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse July 19 2007, 11:03:24 UTC

Watching the expressions crossing Wilson's face, watching him become unhinged - it was a powerful thing, knowing that he caused Wilson to react like that. It made him want to try harder to see how much more he could push Wilson, how much he could make him lose control. The last time he'd had sex as unrestrained as this was the very first time he and Wilson made love. The fear, the unpredictability of what was happening, the intensity of desire coupled with the confusion of what it all meant. None of those factors were present now, but this was still equally as intense and uninhibited ( ... )

dr_j_wilson July 19 2007, 11:26:50 UTC

A muffled noise was exerted and Wilson curled his knee in closer against his chest, his lips going still and his mouth simply open and pressed against House's. The burn was there, but the need all but blocked it out, and it was difficult for Wilson not to scoot himself down or rock into House's touch. Instead he focused on House's face, smashing his nose and lips against him and taking shallow, quick breaths. Everything was so telling, everything so finely tuned and so sharply focused in Wilson's expression ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse July 23 2007, 13:16:30 UTC

God, the way Wilson reacted to that... House made himself stay steady and slow with fingering Wilson, even though he wanted to thrust his finger in deep and fast to speed up stretching Wilson. That was made more difficult with the way Wilson reached down and groped his cock; House grunted and his eyes briefly fluttered closed ( ... )

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