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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_j_wilson July 23 2007, 14:23:09 UTC

The breath being sucked in and pushed out of Wilson's lungs was becoming even less controlled now. After handing House the lubricant, Wilson let his neck go slack and rested his head. His mouth and lips were dry from the way he was panting, and his throat contracted in a hard swallow when he felt House push back inside ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse July 24 2007, 05:25:43 UTC

Between Wilson stroking him and the sounds Wilson was making, House was finding it increasingly harder to think clearly. Especially when Wilson surged his hips up, causing their erections to rub together; House thrust back against him and had this urge to keep thrusting and thrusting ( ... )

dr_j_wilson July 25 2007, 09:55:36 UTC

Perhaps it was the time it took House to find the condoms or maybe it was the fact that the intense, focused pleasure was broken at last, but as Wilson rolled over he was allowed enough thinking space to feel nervous. This had worked last time - more than that, it had been a good experience. When House began touching him again Wilson tried to keep his attention there. His skin was tingling and his cock throbbed, things being so heated from the moment this all started that he hardly had a chance to mentally note how much he needed to rearrange that second drawer ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse July 27 2007, 05:04:22 UTC

As he pushed himself inside Wilson, he had to stop a couple of times to adjust his weight rested on his hand beside Wilson's hip. This was the most awkward bit, he'd come to realise: entering Wilson, how slow he had to take it, the resistance Wilson's muscles gave him. It was difficult to keep his weight comfortably distributed without putting too much weight or pressure on his bad leg.

Once he was inside Wilson, though... He closed his eyes and let his head lag forward, now resting his weight on both hands on the bed, either side of Wilson's hips. He closed his eyes and let out a slow breath; he was connected with Wilson, as close as he could be, tight and hot around his dick. He wanted to start thrusting and he had to clench his ass to stop himself. He was still unsure how to measure if Wilson was actually ready when he entered him, so he'd wait until Wilson gave him some kind of signal. He just hoped it would be soonHe let out a hitched breath when Wilson pushed back against him. He felt Wilson's muscles tighten around him, ( ... )

dr_j_wilson August 3 2007, 04:57:04 UTC

Wilson held his breath unconsciously, letting out loud exhales with each thrust. When House adjusted the angle of his hips, Wilson's head snapped back and his spine curled. His short exhales turned into loud panting and he adjusted his arms underneath him, allowing him to push back against House freely ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse August 7 2007, 02:55:41 UTC

As the pace increased, House was reduced to making quiet grunts and moans, wishing he could somehow get closer to Wilson, deeper, go faster. All feelings of guilt he'd felt not long before were now far removed from his mind. All he could think about was Wilson, and more, and faster, and deeper.

He stopped again in mid-pounding stroke to adjust his weight on his hands again: he braced one hand on Wilson's hip and rested the other one beside Wilson's ribs on the mattress. With a qucik thrust of his hips he feel back into the same pounding rhythm with a few grunts of exertion and pleasure. That still wasn't enough, though, and after he stopped yet again to settle himself on his elbows so his chest was pressed down firmly against Wilson's back, he fell back into pace once more. Pushing deeply and firmly, his face pressed in against the back of Wilson's shoulder.

This, this felt amazing. The warmth of Wilson's body, firm and solid beneath him, moving against him, within him, hearing the ragged sound of Wilson's breathing, smelling his ( ... )

dr_j_wilson August 7 2007, 06:55:54 UTC

Oh my god. Oh my-- was he saying it out loud? Wilson couldn't tell. He felt House pressed against him, skin safe against skin, and there was no air to breathe. This was drowning. It was too much. He could feel House's muscles as they moved, the ripple of his punctuated thrusts moving through Wilson. Wave after wave of pleasure rose and fell, crashing and cresting, and oh my god. It was like every thrust connected with his prostate, and he could feel his cock throbbing each time ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse August 7 2007, 09:18:20 UTC

The moment House sagged when his orgasm tapered off, his bones and muscles felt like jelly and he found himself unable to continue supporting his weight on his elbows. He let himself settle fully down on top of Wilson, basking in the warm, solid firmness of Wilson's body beneath him and let out a long, shaky breath. He closed his eyes and just focused on that blissful aching feeling of satisfaction that came with post-orgasm, his mind hazy of any thoughts and his energy too dispelled for him to be able to muster much more than the act of breathing in and out ( ... )

dr_j_wilson August 10 2007, 20:28:23 UTC

"Not unless you hire a van and some haulers to do the job," Wilson replied, a charmed smile only just gracing his lips as House pressed a kiss to his jaw. He couldn't help but squirm a bit, turning his head in closer to his shoulder, at the feeling of House's stubble scratching against his already tingling skin. "Ooh. Mm. Nope. Not moving."

Wilson inhaled deeply through his nostrils, the satisfied look still on his face. He felt listless and the air was cool against his clammy skin, and as much as he knew he might get a cramp the moment they moved from letting House remain on top of him, Wilson simply felt too fucked to do anything but breathe deeply. He had missed House today. After the words they'd exchanged the other night, both fierce and soothing, Wilson had needed something to grab onto again. And House had certainly given him that.

His fingers continued trailing lazily over House's skin until he finally dropped his arm away and reached up to scritch the side of his head. It occured to Wilson just how good that had been. ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse August 14 2007, 12:11:38 UTC

House snorted at Wilson's response, smiling slightly as he pressed another kiss to the side of Wilson's neck. "More like a U-Haul in this case ( ... )

dr_j_wilson August 14 2007, 12:54:57 UTC

"Ah," Wilson inhaled sharply when he was slapped, shooting House a comically outraged face that fell away seconds later. "Well, yes. Totally ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse August 14 2007, 22:53:28 UTC

"Hi," House replied, amused by Wilson's composure, especially the somewhat goofy smile on Wilson's face. That he managed to get this kind of reaction out of Wilson was a good, if not powerful feeling. Particularly after the sex they'd just had and the reactions House had managed to wring out of Wilson during it. House was positive the mindblowing sex was just a result of how much he did love Wilson; it had nothing to do with guilt at all, absolutely nothing ( ... )

dr_j_wilson August 14 2007, 23:23:30 UTC

Wilson caught his lower lip between his teeth in an attempt to quit grinning, and when that didn't work he tried looking at House's forehead instead of his eyes.

"'Just amazing', he asks," Wilson echoed in a voice that he could hear his own stupid smile in. "No, not just. But 'phenomenal' sounds silly ( ... )

dr_gregoryhouse August 14 2007, 23:56:59 UTC

"'Earth-shattering?'" House suggested, trying not to smirk at Wilson's failed attempt to stop smiling (though House was pretty much failing at not smirking, too). "'Spectacular'? 'Mindblowing'? 'Orgasmic'? Use your imagination!"

He rolled his eyes dramatically at Wilson's dry remark about the Smug Mug award. He really was smug, though. And genuinely pleased, too, to see Wilson smiling like this. Of course, Wilson smiling wasn't going to escape the brunt of his jokes.

"You can talk," House replied just as dryly. "I feel like I'm bed with the Cheshire Cat."

He couldn't help broadening his smirk as Wilson started peppering his lips with kisses. He ran his hand from Wilson's chest down to his hip and urged Wilson to shift closer.

"Quit smiling," he challenged right back at him. He lapsed straight back into a smirk when Wilson started kissing him deeply, though the smirk faded as he lost himself in the deep kiss. He ran his hand from Wilson's hip up over his back and pulled him even closer ( ... )

dr_j_wilson August 15 2007, 00:27:18 UTC

With his tongue pressing into his cheek, Wilson struggled to keep his lips closed and uncurved all at once. Kissing House didn't help and the Chesire Cat comment ruined his resolve, making Wilson sputter against his will ( ... )

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