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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, 16:15:47 UTC

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 ( ... )

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 ( ... )

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 ( ... )

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