House's empty shot glass clinked against the wood of the table. Wilson and him were having a guy's night, drinking and talking about the usual girls and monster trucks.
"Wilson, how long has it been since you've gotten laid? I know a girl you'd like, I'll even pay for the first few "dates."
"God House, since Amber died I don't know. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to love a woman again." Wilson proceeded to gulp down the rest of his drink, pushing him from tipsy to completely drunk.
"That's shit and you know it. You're going to be celibate for the rest of your life? Even you are not that devoted." House had already drunk twice as much as Wilson and now the alcohol was really starting to set in. He poured Wilson three more shots of the strongest stuff he had. "Well if you're going to abstain from sex forever, you better start drowning your sorrows now."
Wilson picked up the first drink, "Cheers," he gulped it back then quickly moved on to the second and then the third. House and Wilson continued to talk late into the night, each of them drowning their pain, emotional and physical, in glass after glass of cheap vodka. Wilson suddenly sprang up from his chair, "Ok I'm wasted! I'm just gun..gunna crash on your couch fur the night… fur tonight." He didn't get very far because instead he fell back catching himself on the fridge handle.
House laughed, "I can't help you I'm a cripple." He grabbed his cane and limped over to a very drunk Wilson, he was pretty drunk too but he didn't have nearly as bad a reaction to drinking as Wilson did, probably from his years of substance abuse. House propped himself up on the fridge trapping Wilson beneath him. "Did you really mean all that stuff you said about being abstinent? I was just thinking it's been a while since Ambers been gone, you must be pretty frustrated and horny." House's breath was hot on Wilson's neck. Wilson couldn't help but feel a little blush creep onto his face, it had been a while since he'd had such close contact with another person.
"Jeez, don't remind me. But I swore… I… I swore that I wouldn't have another relationship with a woman. At least for… I dunno… for a while." Wilson's train of though was all muddled from booze.
"So no women? What about a man, then?"
"What? I mean what? I'm not gay H-House."
"I never said you were gay, but sex is sex I wouldn't turn it down from anyone, especially if it's free." House's hand wandered under Wilson's shirt grasping him firmly in place between him and the fridge. Before Wilson could protest their lips locked silencing anything he may have had to say. Instead of fighting Wilson gave in to the kiss opening his mouth so House's tongue could explore. House's mouth trailed down to Wilson's neck, biting and sucking leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake.
"G-god House, it feels good. You're so-so right I need this." House never stopped his violent kisses each one a little rougher and more passionate then the last. Before long Wilson had been freed of his pesky shirt exposing his pale skin that would soon be covered in lovely bruises.
"Wilson, my leg, the bed." House growled in pain and arousal.
"Oh oh r-right!" Wilson hurried to House's room as House himself slowly trailed behind.
House entered the room to see Wilson sitting on his bed. Arms crossed to cover his bare chest, he was looking around nervously. House kneeled over him pulling his arms away from his chest. He moved on to Wilson's pants and reached for the zipper. "You sure you wanna do this?"
"I… I guess." He could barely make eye contact with House but the bulge in Wilson's pants told him he wanted it.
House proceeded to strip Wilson of his pants removing them surprisingly gently. House then removed his own shirt and pants, flinging them in the pile of clothes on the ground. It was just the two men in their underwear both visibly aroused. House kneeling over Wilson, Wilson leaning back on his elbows eyes wide and nervous. House snuck his fingers under the hem of Wilson's boxer shorts and they made eye contact. Wilson giving a shy nod as House finally removed his last article of clothing. Wilson's length was now fully exposed and erect. House, rather unshyly, leaned down and took it in his mouth lapping at the tip before finally closing his lips around it. Wilson moaned and writhed underneath him, sweaty and panting trying to stop himself from bucking his hips to meet House's mouth.
House stopped what he was doing leaving Wilson to beg for more. "House… House please I want this."
Leaning in close House all but growled in Wilson's ear, "I want you to be loud, beg and moan for more, like this is all you care about. Wake up the neighbors if you have to." House grabbed Wilson's hips pulling them up to his face. Wilson gave a little gasp of surprise and House spread and cheeks and lapped at his hole, massaging the outside with his tongue and licking up and down Wilson's taint.
The feeling was new and strange to Wilson but also exciting, he couldn't help his moans as House's wet tongue slipped inside him. House placed Wilson's bottom back on the bed, "Turn over on your arms and knees." House ordered.
Wilson did as he was told, totally vulnerable to Houses every whim. He leaned on his knees and forearms, legs spread for easy access. Wilson felt exposed and the feeling was strangely arousing, he had never been in such a position of weakness in front of another. House reached his hand out to Wilson's face, "Lick my fingers, the better you do it the less this will hurt in the end." Wilson complied, licking Houses fingers from bottom to top, his tongue dragging over each, thoroughly covering them in his saliva.
House inserted his first finger inside Wilson's hole. He could feel Wilson's entire body tense, unused to the feeling. "You have to relax or this will be more difficult." Wilson let out a deep breath and nodded, crumpling the sheets in his fists. House began to insert his second finger, Wilson wiggled and groaned underneath the larger man. Once he had adjusted to the second finger House began scissoring his fingers stretching Wilson's hole. Wilson was hot and sweaty underneath him moaning in pain and pleasure until House inserted his fingers all the way up to the knuckle. He thrust his fingers in and out until he could feel all of Wilson's muscles clench and he suddenly let out a shriek of pure pleasure.
"What was that House? That's so-so unlike me…"
House just smirked noting Wilson's G-spot. He finally removed his fingers He pulled his own underwear down tossing it to the ground, finally revealing his large, hard member. Wilson moaned for more and turned to see what House was doing. His eyes grew wide as he got a glimpse of House's mangled leg, and his engorged penis. He tried not to stare at his leg snapping back to the moment, what was about to happen. "House I dunno if it's going to fit. It-it seemed like fine plan but I just… wow I dunno."
"Trust me it'll work, but you'll want to make sure everything is lubricated," he smirked at his own joke. A look of confusion crossed Wilson's face then it turned into understand as he nervously took hold of House's member.
He licked up and down shyly at first, then he opened his lips and encircled the tip with his mouth. He start to suck slowly then faster, now House was left moaning for more as Wilson took as much of House's cock in his mouth as he could. House thrust deeper into Wilson's throat making him choke and sputter for breath, salty precum dripping down the side of his mouth. "I think it's good Wilson, turn back around and show me that behind." Wilson did as he was told assuming his previous position on hands and knees. Wilson held his breath as House spread his cheeks and rubbed his cock against Wilson's hole. Just grazing it but never actually entering.
Wilson felt like he was on fire every inch of his being wanted it as nervous as he was. "Fuck Greg just do it. I'm begging you I need this more then anything. Please fuck me like one of your whores." That was all the invitation House needed he inserted his cock inside Wilson. Wilson let out a small yelp of ecstasy and pain, tears pricking at his eyes. House pushed his way in up to the hilt. The whole time Wilson gasped, blubbering a mess of incoherent words. They sat there for a little as Wilson's body adjusted to House's full girth, until finally Wilson could mutter an understandable, "More."
House started off slowly moving in and out until he found the G-spot he had so carefully searched for earlier. When he found that, Wilson went into a frenzy of moans and screams of white hot pleasure. House picked up his pace slamming into Wilson without mercy, his own breath ragged and fast as Wilson loudly groaned in pleasure beneath him. The bed hit the wall repeatedly, making tons of noise the neighbors would be sure to complain about tomorrow. House began to use his hand to stroke Wilson's cock until he finally came, letting out an extremely loud wail of pleasure. Spilling his sperm all of the bed sheets his ass tightening around House's cock. House gave a couple more thrusts until he came inside Wilson, his hot seed spilling everywhere as he pulled out. Wilson flopped down on the bed and House soon followed both panting and exhausted, until finally both their breathing slowed and they drifted off to sleep.
Wilson woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of House's cane on the floor. It took him a second before he remembered what had happened, dear God he thought what was he going to do! He pretended to be sleeping until he knew House had left the room, he looked over at the clock, it read 3:47 a.m. Mortified and hung over Wilson stared up at the ceiling with wide awake eyes, this was going to be a long night.