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,
( ... )
Craning his neck downwards to look at Wilson, so his chin was tucked against his chest, he watched Wilson lave attention to his skin. He dropped his head back when Wilson moved up to his collarbone. "So I gathered," House replied distractedly to Wilson saying he was still very much here
( ... )
Wilson could hear the steady lub-dub of his own pulse in his ear now that his head rested in the crook of House's neck. During the quiet he listened, enjoying how good it felt to do nothing but breathe in and out. Do nothing but allow his inhales to meet House's exhales, the heartbeat echoing as a counterpoint to the flow of air between them. Could've been House's pulse for all he knew. There wasn't enough distance between them to figure it out and Wilson didn't care to
( ... )
House ran his hand back up the length of Wilson's back just as absently as he was still staring at the ceiling. "She's not thinking that," he confirmed frankly. "She's wanting very little to do with the investigation, apparently
( ... )
"Even if the signs had been clear as day, I'm not sure she'd have caught it in time. I remember... it just didn't seem..." Wilson exhaled through his nose, dropping his hand to rest against House's side and shaking his head slightly. "I wish you hadn't been right. There was no reason for her to suspect-- I know she was hoping for something. That's what I can't stand about it. The damage doesn't end here with the trial, you know
( ... )
The damage wasn't just with what happened with the stalker, too. There was the whole other part of how they'd all slept together and the fallout that ensued. Stuff House didn't want to think about, because he knew deep down that the whole sleeping with Cuddy thing was far from resolved
( ... )
Wilson waited for House to agree with him but the good-natured joke never came. Instead Wilson thought he felt House almost flinch underneath him, and he did feel a break in the otherwise steady flow of House's breathing. His eyes finally blinked open, a curiously amused smile only just starting at the corners of his mouth, when House responded
( ... )
House made good of staring away from Wilson, across the other side of the room. Oh god, he felt trapped under Wilson now. Trapped and guilty and oh shit.
Nothing happened, though, he reminded himself. Nothing happened between himself and Cade, so what was there to be so uptight about? The part where he'd lied to Wilson, that was what. The part where lying made it look like something had happened. The part where House had entertained something happening between Cade and himself, just out of curiosity. Oh god, oh shit
( ... )
When House finally met his gaze, Wilson's frown wasn't dissuaded. Instead he furrowed his brow, completely at a loss for how tense House was, and tried to hold his eyes with the sole intent of figuring out what was wrong
( ... )
House kissed Wilson with more insistence at first when he felt Wilson hesitating. Oh god, he was thinking, oh god. Wilson doubted him, he was certain of it. Wilson was going to pull back and ask what was really going on
( ... )
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, ( ... )
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Nothing happened, though, he reminded himself. Nothing happened between himself and Cade, so what was there to be so uptight about? The part where he'd lied to Wilson, that was what. The part where lying made it look like something had happened. The part where House had entertained something happening between Cade and himself, just out of curiosity. Oh god, oh shit ( ... )
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