Wilson held his breath for a moment, then let it out. "Wow."

House stroked out a little and back in, still watching. "Does it hurt?"

"No. A little… uncomfortable. But not… um, in a bad way."

"Kay." House began a slow, easy rhythm. "This is so weird."

"Good. But weird," Wilson agreed.

"You know, it'd be easier for you if you were on your hands and knees."

Although he liked to see House's eyes on him Wilson knew he was right. He nodded and they separated, clumsily. "It's not bad though," he said as he got into position. "At all."

"Well, good." Wilson gasped as an arm snaked around his waist. He could feel the shift in House's position as he took his cock in his hand and touched it, not as cold as before, to its target. "And hell-o!"

Wilson surged forward and groaned as he was speared with all eight inches at once. "Ah- House that's big," he gasped out.

House bent low over him, chuckling into his ear. "Why thank you."

"It doesn't-… count as a compliment when it's -mmn!- jammed into my guts!"

House began thrusting slow but deep. "Seriously, you okay?"

In the face of this nearly-unheard-of level of concern, Wilson's instant of panic resolved itself at once. "Yeah," he said, "I'm okay." It didn't hurt yet, and House would see to it that it wouldn't. Even facing the wrong direction he could sense the blue eyes burning into him, reading him, paying attention. A warm wave of contentement washed over him and he relaxed, not afraid to surrender his body into his best friend's care.

House felt the resistance easing, and upped the pace. It felt too good not to... but he was still careful, careful enough that Wilson's only reaction was to shift and go: "Whoa – that's… intense. House-" The way he breathed the word was a huge stroke to House's ego. It gave him an idea.

"Gimme your hand." He took Wilson's wrist and guided it between his legs. "Now, jack yourself off," he ordered. "I know it aches a little, but I want you to come while I'm inside you." He noticed Wilson's shiver and smiled. "While I'm fucking you. Can you do that?"

Wilson lowered his head to the table, face turned sideways and eyes closed. "Yeah. Yes. Talk to me."

"About what?" House teased, moving with a little more force. "About how you're… the… tightest piece I've ever had?" They both laughed a little. "How you feel so damn good I doubt you'll be able to come before I do?" He leaned even lower and shifted his grip, one hand grasping Wilson's shoulder and the other arm wrapped around his chest. The closer contact let them feel each other's heavy breathing. "Take your pick, Jimmy. God…"

As he jerked himself off, Wilson found the impalement growing more and more comfortable, until soon he was pushing back against each thrust, whimpering for more. He soon got his way – the strokes became hard enough to make the table squeak. The unbelievably alien sensation of something moving inside him, something stretching and opening him over and over, would have been strangely enjoyable all on its own… but coupled with the sounds of House losing control of himself, murmuring senseless praise and compliments into his ear ("ohdamnyoureincredible" would probably be more appropriately addressed to whatever god or evolutionary process had designed anatomy), and all of a sudden orgasm was just a moment away. House yeah, that's it, more, he was thinking. He only realized he was saying it aloud when House growled "You got it" at him, held him tight and drilled hard into him until he came all over himself.

House, for his part, had been enjoying it plenty so far. Compared to most partners he'd had lately, this time the fit was more snug, the movement more unpracticedly spastic, and the usual body-image problem was completely nonexistent. Not to mention, he found the broken whimpering of his name coming from Wilson somehow much sexier than the Oh Greg ooh yeah that he usually got from the hired help. It was already a great lay.

But then, when Wilson finished, it was suddenly better than any sex House could remember having, ever. Wilson was clenching and releasing, clenching hard, crying out as the fucking didn't stop. House plowed ahead into the delicious spasms anyhow, then continued even as the twitching subsided and his partner's whole body melted beneath him. The hard pounding of a moment ago was clearly too much for Wilson now but he accepted it anyway, yelping with each thrust as he was pushed above and beyond.

It was possibly the sexiest thing House had ever seen. "For me," he panted. Wilson nodded, still squeaking, and spread his knees even further apart in invitation.

House exploded into him.


When House had stopped shaking he pulled out, gave his friend a locker-room-style pat on the butt, and limped to the sink to chuck the condom and wash his hands. Wilson was lying face up, watching him.

"What?" House snapped. "What's that goofy smile for? You look like we just had mind-blowing sex or something."

He came back over, covered Wilson's mouth with his hand to prevent him from saying anything sappy, then bent down and kissed him on the forehead.


TBC.

H/W is so much fun to write! Damn. I'll probably at some point write the part where House gives it up to Wilson. If I were you and I wanted to read that chapter, I would probably not hold my breath for it because that would be fatal. I would probably not refuse water while waiting, because that would be fatal too. I might consider starving myself while waiting, because I would probably survive that one. That's the time frame for an update, in case you were wondering.

Oh, and I would also review – it would make the update come faster!