"Hey," Wilson looked at House apprehensively as he limped towards the younger man. It was obvious that Wilson had jumped off of the couch as soon as he heard House at the door. House, who was feeling so elated that he'd gotten rid off Cuddy and was free to be with Wilson in every way he wanted, decided to make his best friend suffer a little. He put a grim expression on his face and limped more heavily than necessary towards the couch. He could feel Wilson's eyes on him the entire time he moved, could feel the apprehension growing within him. House sat down and didn't even glance in Wilson's direction as he sat next to him. Wilson was shifting on the couch as House stared blankly at the muted TV. House heaved a big sigh and leaned back in the cushions, finally turning his gaze towards the man he loved. The anxiety was practically oozing from Wilson as he looked with frightful brown eyes on House. It was obvious that he thought House had broken his promise, and was about to announce that he was leaving to go back to Cuddy's. House kept up his expression for a few more seconds, before his face split into a wide grin and reached over to grab the front of Wilson's shirt and pulled him into a hard kiss. Wilson was clearly taken by surprise by the move, as he made a very indistinct sound into House's mouth, but the surprise only lasted a nanosecond before he started kissing House with fervour. House gladly accepted the tongue that had decided to invade his mouth, and happily groaned as it battled with his own. It wasn't long before he had a lap full of Wilson, who had straddled him without ceasing contact between their mouths at any point. House had his hands firmly attached to Wilson's ass when they finally drew apart for air. They were both panting as Wilson leaned his forehead against House's.
"So.." Wilson let the unspoken question trail off.
"So, what do you think?" House retorted with a smirk as he leaned up to press his lips softly against Wilson's. "You broke up?" Wilson asked hesitantly. "Seriously Wilson, if you're this dim I don't know if we can be together. I have a reputation to uphold you know, I mean if you were a leggy blonde it would do, but.." House was completely negating this statement by smiling like a madman as he looked at Wilson. The look of utter relief that broke out on Wilson's face was something that House would never forget. He was pretty sure that Wilson's dimples had never been as deep as they were when he smiled at House right at that moment.
"I love you House," Wilson said as he caught House's lips in another kiss.
House smiled into the kiss and held onto tighter to the man he had loved for so long. Having Wilson in his arms, finally knowing that he could give himself completely to this man, his man, his Wilson.
Wilson was whimpering slightly into the kiss, which was hastily turning frantic. House had one hand planted firmly on one of Wilson's buttocks, the other hand was on his back, pressing the younger man's body completely into his own. When House's hands started grabbing on even tighter onto Wilson, the younger man pulled his mouth away. House made a sound of pure distress, although if asked he would deny being able to make such a sound. When he opened his eyes, he saw that Wilson was looking at him with huge lust-filled eyes, and the widest grin he'd ever seen on his face.
Wilson licked his lips, which made a very House emit a grunt of pure lust and made him go for Wilson's lips once more, tightening his grip even further on Wilson's butt. To his surprise Wilson drew back before House could get in another kiss.
Wilson was holding House's face a few inches away from his own by pressing on his shoulders.
"Hey! Get those lips back where they belong!" House exclaimed before going for Wilson's again, but this only resulted in Wilson putting further pressure on House's shoulders and drawing his head further back.
"No, wait, House," he said looking the elder man in the eye, "I just, I have to say something."
House groaned, and not in the good lustful way. He just wanted to take Wilson to bed now. What was with Wilson's sudden need to talk?
He looked into those big brown eyes and saw a glint of something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He squinted his eyes at the man in his arms, but didn't look away from the eyes staring into his own. Wilson apparently took this as permission to continue with whatever he was going to say.
"House, I.. I really want you, you know?" House squeezed Wilson's butt in respons to this and couldn't help himself from responding, "Then why are we not using our mouths on something way more interesting than talking?" He tried once again to reach Wilson's lips, but was again held back by the hands on his shoulders.
"No House, you don't get it. I just, I had this idea, right?" Wilson had fixed his gaze on House's neck, which was exposed through the open collar of his button-down. Wilson's right hand moved closer to House's neck, but stayed on his shoulder. When the hand was close enough Wilson started running his hand up and down House's neck in a gentle but firm touch. House had to bite back a very undignified sound at the touch. "I was thinking that as much as I want you right now, I was thinking we should make it special, you know?" Despite the firmness of Wilson's touch on his neck, House could detect some uncertainness from the younger man. "I mean, you've just broken up with Cuddy like half an hour ago, and I just don't want you to jump right from that into us, you know?" House's grip on Wilson's bottom had relaxed slightly, he could see where this was going, "So I think we should wait, till like, tomorrow. Then we could do something special, like, go out on a real date." House went from having a hold on Wilson's butt to just lightly stroking up and down with his hands, no longer trying to be seducing but comforting, because he could actually see Wilson's point in this. He hadn't ever thought he'd postpone sex with Wilson when it was so blatantly on the table right now, but apparently he had underestimated his self-control. He didn't say anything, but he looked at Wilson who had starting fidgeting with the collar that had ben squashed under his hand while he had been caressing House's neck.
After a little while he looked up into House's eyes with a questioning look, trying to decipher if the older man was okay with this situation. House, once again, decided to mess with Wilson and kept a straight face for as long as he possibly could. He could see Wilson internally trying to figure out what House was thinking. After quite some time House decided to have mercy on the man in his lap and elaborated on his thoughts.
"Okay then. But I've got one condition." The relief that broke out on Wilson's face was astonishing. "Anything, House. Anything." House couldn't help but grin at Wilson's enthusiasm to do whatever he wanted.
"Tomorrow we go out and buy a new bed. Just for us. I don't want to do it in the bed where you've slept with Sam," he couldn't help but grimace at the disgusting thought of those two in bed together, "and I don't think we should just use the bed in my old room. I think we should get a bed for us. One that will be our bed, right from the first night it's used."
The smile on Wilson's face was breathtaking. House literally lost his breath by the look he had brought out on his man's face. Before he could catch his breath he was being kissed within an inch of his life. His mind couldn't even comprehend what was happening, and then Wilson pulled away and with a glint in his eyes uttered a single word.
"Deal."