House could hear Wilson starting back towards the stairs, which he wasn't even half way up and called out, "Hey did you close the garage door?"
"No, I'll get it," Wilson answered going back. House tried to go faster but had to slow back down as his leg started to disagree with his desired speed. "Hey where are you?" Wilson asked walking back from the closing the garage door.
"Could you also turn off the TV and VCR?" House yelled back.
Wilson looked up to see House a little past the halfway point on the stairs and he suddenly realized why House had wanted him to take care of all these little tasks. "Greg, we don't have to go upstairs, we can sleep down here somewhere."
"I can get up the stairs," House said back a little defensively, while climbing up another step to make his point.
Wilson wished House would let go of his pride at times, especially when it came to his leg, "I know you can, but I also know that it has to hurt like hell."
"I'll be fine, now will you turn off the TV and VCR," House said with a edge in his voice as his leg pained him.
"Yeah," Wilson said with some defeat as he left House to manage the stairs. He took his time, knowing that House would need it and grabbed the backpack along with House's pills and a glass of water in case they got thirsty. He looked up the stairs to see House about three-fourths the way up and frowned as he made his way up to him. "You alright?" he asked as he saw House with his eyes closed rubbing the leg.
House opened his eyes looking downcast, "Yeah, you should go ahead, I'll be right behind you," he said only meeting Wilson's eyes for a second before he took another painful step. He felt a bit pathetic that it had taken him a good fifteen minutes to get to what only took Wilson a couple of seconds.
Wilson quickly made it up the rest of the way. He turned on the lights and put the backpack down then got out a pill for House and started back down for him. He met him on the seventh step from the top. "Here," he requested holding the pill out for House along with the glass of water.
House took the pill and drank a couple of sips of the water then finally met Wilson's eyes. "When I designed this place I never thought there would be a time in my life I wouldn't be able to just run up and down these stairs."
"You were a kid, no one thinks about stuff like that at that age," Wilson said truthfully and grimaced as he saw House take another step and hiss through his teeth. "Let me help you," Wilson said pleadingly.
House's shoulders fell some as he thought about the offer while looking at the remaining six steps. "I can do it," he said with a tired sigh.
"I know you can, but one of the best parts about being in a relationship is that you don't have to do everything by yourself," Wilson said looking him in the eyes. House's eyes dropped from his and he nodded while catching his breath, which Wilson knew was House's way of agreeing to be helped. Wilson slipped his arm under House's and around his back, "You ready?" he asked, being sure not to push. House leaned on him and hopped his left leg up, grunting as Wilson moved up the next step. Wilson could see that House was tired from battle of the stairs and without asking he put his other arm beneath his knees and picked House up.
"Hey," House said as he was suddenly being held in Wilson's arms.
Wilson smiled nervously, "You always have called me a romantic," he said, hoping that House wouldn't throw too big of a fuss.
House half laughed and scoffed, "You really ought to put me down before you drop me and we both take a fall down these stairs."
"Don't worry about that," Wilson said climbing the rest of the stairs with House in his arms, without any issue. When they were at the top he looked at House. "If you were a good boy and ate properly then you'd probably be right, but considering you don't weigh over 170, I didn't even break a sweat."
House knew Wilson had a point as he looked at the bed, "You can put me down now."
"Before I do, promise me two things," Wilson said.
"What," House said looking a little annoyed and anxious.
Wilson's face was serious, "Promise me you'll really try to put on some weight, because in my arms you feel so light it truly does scare me."
"I'm not that..." House started looking down but was interrupted.
"Yes, you are. When's the last time you got on a scale, Greg. I wouldn't be surprised if you were under 140," Wilson said with serious concern.
House licked his lips as he looked at his knees, the last time he'd weighed himself he was 148 and that was a couple of years ago. "Eating better, I got it. What was the other thing?"
"No more hiding things from me, not from this moment forward. I understand that things happened in your past, that I wasn't apart of and I can handle learning about that over time, but from this day forward, you don't hide things from me." Wilson said swallowing.
House looked at him, "No more secrets or hiding, I promise," he said and Wilson gently lowered his legs so he could stand. House stood up, now towering over Wilson, and grabbed his tie, pulling it as he leaned his head down to kiss him. He kept it slow and soft even thought it was hard not to loose control, then rested his forehead against Wilson's as he tried to catch his breath. He moaned as Wilson nipped his throat with hungry teeth and a hot tongue. "No... no, please," he begged pushing against Wilson's chest and looking in his eyes, "lets take it slow tonight. I want you to know by the end of this if there is something here for us, or if Wednesday night was just good sex."
"But I want you so bad," Wilson groaned as his hands held onto House's boney hips.
"I want you too, and we'll have each other, but lets take it slow," House said as he took his time loosening the knot on Wilson's tie.
Wilson licked his lips, "You say that's what you want now, but when I'm slowly rocking in and out of you, you'll be begging me to go faster and harder."
House bit his lip as Wilson words brought back the intensity of him unraveling underneath Wilson. "If I do, then you can say you told me so," House said looking at him with dilated eyes.
Wilson smirked at the idea, "Fine, I'll take it slow for as long as you can take it, but when you do break down I'm going to remind you that this is what you wanted."
"Deal," House said deeply, while sliding Wilson's tie off and letting it fall to the floor.
Wilson let his right hand fall but his left hand slid up under House's shirt slowly. He could feel House's soft hairs brush through his fingers as House's stomach muscles tightened beneath them. Wilson smiled as he could already see House's cock pressing against his jeans. He slid his hand up farther watching House's face and squeezed his hard nipple. House's mouth fell as he breathed out sharply and Wilson slowly tightened his hold, pulling the nipple until it finally sprung back to House's chest while House let out a small groan. "How did that feel?" Wilson asked letting his index finger softly rub House's areola.
"Good," House said as he unbuttoned the top button on Wilson dress shirt, then his eyes met Wilson's and went back to his task. When he finally got to the bottom his softly tugged the shirt from out of Wilson's pants and continued, feeling Wilson's hard penis press through the slacks and against his hand as he worked. He looked in Wilson's eyes, then swallowed leaning down so that his head was in the crevice of Wilson's neck. He put his lips to his jugular feeling the mans heartbeat against his lips and sucked on it, reminding himself to stay in control and that he shouldn't push Wilson on the bed and ravish him. Wilson closed his eyes as his heart raced and he took panting breaths, not having to wonder to what part of his body that all the blood was rushing. House stopped the sucking to smell the soft skin on Wilson's shoulder and dragged his nose around until it was nuzzling at the base of his neck where his hair started. House softly let his scruff rub Wilson neck as he pulled the shirt off Wilson's shoulders. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about just this," House said soft and deep against Wilson's warm skin. Wilson swallowed hard as House pressed his face deeper against him and wrapped his arms firmly around him. Wilson's eyes watered some as the man hugged him, knowing that this kind of intimacy and the comfort it brought was something House rarely allowed himself to experience. House find it hard to actually end the hug, it felt like he'd held onto Wilson for hours even though he knew it couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes. He let his hands fall from Wilson's torso and pulled back just enough to look in his eyes, while his hands unbuttoned Wilson's cuffs.
Wilson looked House in the eyes without hesitation but once their eyes locked he was entranced. The deep blue eyes on his were serious and moving. They held promise in them, promise to never leave him, promise to only love him, and a promise to always protect him. Wilson's mouth hung open slightly as he'd never experienced anything like it. House's eyes were all he could see, they were strong, honest and held a certain primal look in them. Then, as he felt the shirt slide off him, he realized what House was doing. He was claiming him, in every essence of the word, he'd rubbed his scent on him and marked his neck. Wilson swallowed as the eyes looked at his neck and back at him as if daring him to say it wasn't true, which he didn't, because he wanted to claim House too. He slipped both hands under House's shirt slowly sliding it up, all the while locking his eyes on House's.
House could see where this was going and ached with desire, pulling his own shirt off when it had reached as far as it could. He watched as Wilson eyed his shoulder then licked his lips, and House sat down on the edge of the bed, to make it easier for him to reach.
The willingness and want for this that House showed by sitting down, now looking up at Wilson, was remarkable. Wilson had never done anything like this but his whole body was on fire at the thought of claiming his man. He took off his undershirt and walked between House's legs, looking down at the proud, strong man below him. House kept the eye contact as he rubbed his face and chest against Wilson's chest and stomach, mixing their scents more as he wondered if Wilson would go through with it. Wilson put his hand on House's neck, pressing back firmly and House sat up straighter with hungry eyes. He leaned down letting his teeth scrape against House's salty skin and then tested the water as he slowly stared to close his jaw around the Trapezious muscle where the shoulder and back met.
House's eyes rolled back as he could feel his Wilson biting him, claiming him, accepting him. When he felt Wilson starting to easy up on the pressure it infuriated him. He wanted to be marked properly, "Don't puss out on me James," he growled and then gasped as Wilson clamped down hard on the flesh and pain mixed with feral needs making adrenaline rush through House giving him a pleasure so strong he thought he was going to loose his load right there. He panted hard as Wilson dug his teeth deeper into him and then suddenly stopped.
Wilson wasn't sure what came over him when House had demanded him to continue in the growl, but when the fog ended he tasted blood and realized he'd bitten House deep enough to break the skin. He pulled back looking at the deep teeth marks that House's soft bloody skin now wore and into the mans eye with worry and fear, but what he saw wasn't anger or pain, it was bliss and pride. Wilson was confused and pulled back from House, who's behavior he couldn't get his head around, and looked do to see House's penis pressing hard against his jeans.
House grabbed Wilson's wrist before his hand could even graze the fabric his dick was pressed painful against, "Don't, if you so much as breathed on it right now I'd pop." House said through a shaky breath with his dark eyes on Wilson.
Wilson's eye brows raised, "So you like being bitten or the pain?" He asked a little scare to hear the answer.
"Not usually, but this wasn't just any bite was it? It serves a purpose, does it not?" House said with knowing eyes.
Wilson swallowed as he looked back at his work and then to House's eye, "Yes," he answered. "But I went to far, this needs to be cleaned out and it could use a couple of stitches."
House shook his head, "No stitches, I don't want to distort it in anyway, and we can clean it later." He said letting go of Wilson's wrist and started unbuckling his belt, "We're still not done here," he said seductively.
"Greg, I'm not sure we should continue," Wilson said feeling anxious and guilty as he looked at the painful mark on House bare shoulder.
House looked up at Wilson, seeing the way he was looking at the mark. "You should be proud, unless you don't think I was worth claiming."
Wilson met House's eyes and saw the vulnerability in them, "It's the exact opposite of that, can't you see that. You deserve better than to be hurt by me."
"Oh," House said with surprise and then smiled some as he covertly continued taking off Wilson's belt, keeping his eyes on Wilson. "I'm not completely sure if I should be amused or offended. James you didn't hurt me, to have hurt me I would have to be incapable of stopping you. I allowed it to happen on purpose." He said and his eyes softened, "Don't you see what this was? James... I gave myself to you," he said and let the belt fall to the floor.
Wilson blinked as he thought about it from that perspective, and could see a glimpse of the beauty that it carried. He looked back at it, now not just seeing a bite, but the silent bond of House giving himself over to him and his own feral needs and desire to take House hard. He swallowed looking back in House's eyes and blushed some, "I guess it's pretty obvious how much I want you."
House smirked at him, "Which is why I would never allow it to be disfigured by some stitches. Now if you don't mind I have some work to do." He said and as he opened his mouth and pressed it against the crotch of Wilson's slacks, letting his tongue feel for Wilson's soft penis.
Wilson licked his lips as he stood there watching House's mouth move purposefully. He could feel the heat from it and his cock stiffened some and House's mouth moved over it more, his soft tongue running up and down it. Wilson widened his stance and House moaned loudly as his mouth covered all of Wilson's constrained organ. "Ohhh..." he groaned at how good it felt and his hand landed softly on House's head, his fingers brushing through the short salt and pepper hair, after a couple of minutes House stopped and stood up causing their bodies to be pressed against each other.
House kissed him softly as one hand took the place of his mouth and the other one lazily worked on unbuttoning Wilson's pants. Wilson started kissing back hungrily, which made House smile some, "Slowly," he reminded in a whisper against Wilson's lips then continued. He felt the button finally release and gasped as he felt Wilson's hand rub his semi-hard dick through his jeans.
Hearing House gasp was satisfying to Wilson and he smirked as one hand unbuckled House belt then smoothly slipped it out of the belt loops. He reached for the button, but instead felt warm flesh then leaned back looking down to see that House's pants had fallen to his mid-ass and hanging low in the front. Wilson looked at the sharp hipbones and sighed, "You've really got to eat better."
"Funny you say that, I have this craving to stuff my face full of meat right now," House said unzipping Wilson's slacks and fondled him nonchalantly through the thin underwear.
Wilson swallowed as he gave House's jeans a slight tug and they fell to he ground, leaving House in only his boxer briefs, socks and shoes. "What kind of meat?"
House bit his lip as Wilson rubbed his genitals through his underwear, "I could really go for a kosher sausage, you know, those long thick ones that fill you up until you pop." He said looking in Wilson's eyes while his fingers slid along his covered length.
Wilson chuckled slightly, enjoying the cheesy porno talk coming from House's mouth, "If I give you one you'll have to take it in slowly, wouldn't want you to get a tummy ache." He said with a grin.
House smirked at him as his hands moved to Wilson's hips and slipped the pants and underwear off smoothly and Wilson free erection poked his left thigh. "Is it okay with you if I dine in bed?" He asked stroking the soft skin of Wilson's circumcised penis.
"That sounds perfect," Wilson said pulled House's underwear down too. He smiled and took a step back so that he could take off his shoes and socks, then watched as House did the same thing and was a little surprised to see House was shaven clean down below. "That's new," he said looking at the work.
House swallowed as he watch Wilson, who couldn't stop staring at it, "I thought you might enjoy it more if I were better groomed."
Wilson licked his lips, "Can I feel?" he asked and glanced up to see House nod. He slipped his hand under House's hard cock, feeling the surprisingly smooth slightly redder skin of House's testicles and rolled them in his hand. "I like it," Wilson said looking at House.
House was happy he did, "I can tell," he said glancing at Wilson's cock then back at his face. "So can I finish taking off my socks while you turn off the lights."
Wilson pretended to be hurt by being asked to stop and pouted some, "I guess," he said and turned, walking way, "but I bet you'd move faster if you'd stop staring at my ass," he said and looked over his shoulder to see House grin and shyly look away. He turned off the lights but was surprised when he saw some white light softly illuminating the room and looked up to see the dark sky and stars. "Whoa," he said softly looking at the beautiful bright stars.
House was already laying in the bed looking at them, "This and the bathroom make the climb up the stairs worth it." He said seeing the moon, "It's twelve feet from each side of the peak of the roof and then twenty-four feet long. It wasn't the easiest thing to design, but it's still my favorite thing about this place."
Wilson got into the bed and laid on his back, looking at the view, "I can see why."
"It's too bad we can't see the sky in Princeton. I use to spend hours studying the sky and the different constellations of the stars when I was a kid. It's just so beautiful," House said.
Wilson looked over at House, who was laying on top of the covers, his naked body lit by the moonlight, "I can think of something even more beautiful," he said.
House looked over to ask what, but the look in Wilson's eyes answered the question before it escaped his lips. He leaned on his side and let his right hand caress James's bare chest and torso then kissed him deeply, still being sure to stay in control. When the kiss ended, he made his way down James's body at a tantalizingly slow pace, sucking and kissing the hot flesh as he went.
Wilson's hips jerked when House finally licked up the base of his achingly hard penis, "Sorry," he said between soft pants as he looked at the top of House's head. House ignored it and continued letting his tongue and mouth explore Wilson's genitals in a lackadaisical manner. Wilson looked in the sky biting his lip so hard it hurt as House kept him right on the edge of not getting enough friction to make him cum but giving him enough to keep his cock throbbing. "Fuck you and your slow pace Greg," he finally let slip after a good ten minutes of being tortured.
House was sucking on Wilson's left testicle and laughed, once again making Wilson's hips thrust up with need. He sucked while pulling away until the testicle popped out of his mouth with an actually pop sound. "You sound a bit... frustrated James, you ready to see if you can break me as you rock in and out of my hot ass?"
Wilson scoffed, "Hell no, you think I'm going to let you slowly suck me off, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm for half an hour and then not put you through the same kind of hell! Get on your back and spread them!" He demanded sitting up some.
House smirked, "It's only been fifteen minutes," he said getting into position for Wilson.
Wilson narrowed his eyes on House, "Well it felt like at least half an hour," he said as he hovered over House, then let his teeth scrape his skin and kiss the warm flesh until he was at this destination. He could feel House's eyes on him as he sucked the very tip of the semi-hard penis, not even taking in the full head, which made House groan in his throat. Wilson took his time, making sure to work and an agonizing pace but after five minutes he was faced with a problem, from this angle there was no way he could take House's massively long dick completely down his throat, he'd tried and failed three times. He looked at House and decided to change it up. "Move your hands behind your head," he said and when House complied he straddled House's body the opposite way. His still hard cock now softly hitting against House's chest and tried again. He could feel the organ filling up his mouth and tickling where he throat started, but took a deep breath and relaxed his throat then continued, until his nose was in-between House's testicles.
"Ohhh... James," House moaned, having never had someone take him fully in their mouth. He could feel Wilson slowly sliding his cock out when his throat muscles started pulsing around his head, a natural reflex to swallow. He gritted his teeth taking sharp breaths and within seconds he was outside of Wilson's hot mouth. House was impressed with Wilson's resourcefulness and his ability to control himself from getting choked on his dick. He smiled and propped himself on his elbows, kissing the back of Wilson's thighs.
"You liked that, didn't you," Wilson half asked half stated as used a hand stimulate the huge dick he was staring at.
"God yes," House said, then raised his head up some and sucked on Wilson's perineum as a way of letting him know how much he liked it.
Wilson gasped at the sensation, he could feel a warm tingle run down his dick as House continued sucking. "Are you still hungry?" He asked letting go of House's cock and using that hand to grab on of his butt cheeks and spreading it, to make his anus easy access for House.
"I thought you'd never ask," House said and started licking the hole.
Wilson's breath was a little shaky, but he started sucking and licking the red hard penis below him. Time became something of no importance to either of the men as this was no longer about a challenge of going slow because it was something they had agreed to, it was about communicating feeling through touch. They took their time because they wanted it to be better for the recipient and to make sure that this lasted as long as it could, because neither one of them wanted this night to end. Wilson slowly lifted his leg and House stopped, watch as Wilson turned around to face him. Wilson kissed him slow but hard as he let a hand slip between House's legs and rub circles softly at his opening. When the kiss was over Wilson saw House already had some lube in his hand. Wilson put some on his finger and then rubbed it against House's anxious anus that kept pulsing.
"James, don't stretch me out, the only thing I want to feel inside of me is you cock," House said softly in the room that had held no words, only soft pants and moan, for a good thirty minutes now.
Wilson looked down in House's eyes, amazed by how the stars make the already beautiful blue eyes even more beautiful. "Are you sure, I don't want to hurt you," he said as he felt House rubbing his hard dick.
"You wont, take this gift... please," House begged.
Wilson felt his penis pulse with the indication. House was giving himself to him again and to say no would be to both reject House and deny himself something deeply desired. Wilson looked at the bite that had some clotted blood on it and nodded. He took a pillow and put it under House's ass, and watched as House bent his knees and spread his legs in front of him, as Wilson rubbed lubricant on his achingly hard cock. Wilson looked at the closed hole and put the tip of his well lubricated penis against it pressing a little more firmly, then he slowly rocked against it. House licked his lips as he worked on relaxing the muscles and after some time he gasped as the tip of Wilson's head entered him, his ass felt like it was on fire in both pleasure and pain. Wilson gritted his teeth watching the mixture of emotions pass over House's face as he continued to slowly rock his hips. When the head of his cock finally was in he saw black spots and had to stop to breath, House was so tight it was both painful and exhilarating. When his eye sight was finally normal he looked to House, "Are you okay?"
House's eyes were moist, "It's like nothing I've ever experienced," he said breathing as he felt a warmth inside his entire body and the sharp pain in his ass. "No one has ever taken me like this, and no one ever will again," he said swallowing as he looked in James's eyes.
Wilson's eyes watered some as he started rocking again, trying to get the head of his penis to slip past the internal sphincter. He took his time and kissed House as he worked and when it finally made it through the threshold Greg whimpered. Wilson stopped looking at him, "Hey... you okay? Do I need to take it out?" He asked with concern, even though for him it had felt amazing.
"No," House said with pained features, "just... be still for a moment, let me get use to you being inside me," he said as he took deep breaths.
Wilson made sure to keep his hips still as he looked at Greg and wondered if it would help if he stimulated him some. He was afraid to touch Greg's penis because it was too close to the pain, so he started playing with his nipples. A couple of minutes passed as Wilson watched as the pain seemed to melt away and felt House moving his hips some to get some movement. He kissed the man and started slowly moving deeper in him as Greg grunted.
House was in awe of the entire experience of having his ass taken with out his normal warm-up; it required patience and care that James was giving to him without resentment or hesitation. He noted that as James moved, now fully inside him, that the pain eased up rather quickly and that the pain had taken his focus completely off the leg. House swallowed, "Pull it out and put it back in," he said as rubbed James's chest.
Wilson eased it out feel his head catch on both the sphincters on the way out, and once he was completely out he put some more lubricant on it before slipping his penis back in. "Oh shit, you feel so good," Wilson groaned as his cock was aching with need.
House moved his hips, causing more friction and for James's cock to push on his prostate more. James seemed to get the hint and moved all the way in and then pulled back gently, to the point of almost coming out then pressed back in smoothly. "Oh... that's good Jimmy, like that," he said panting as he was thrust into again.
Wilson put his lubed up hand on Greg's hard dick and started stroking it, keeping in time with how he was thrusting into him, which was at a hard but not fast pace. Wilson could feel Greg's hands on his hips, digging in as he was rocking in and out of him. "How's your leg?" He asked between heavy pants.
"Good... why?" House answered licking his lips.
"I was thinking about changing positions," Wilson said and thrust back in.
"Okay," House said and felt the cock gently being taken out. "How do you want me?" he asked ready to have James's dick back inside of him.
Wilson sat on his feet, his knees far apart with his thighs directly on top of his calves. "Sit like I am and then bend over some," He directed and Greg complied. Wilson got directly behind him, "Now slowly sit back down like you were," he said lining his hard cock to the opening and slipped it in.
"Oh yeah... that's better," House groaned as James's dick was pressing right into his prostate.
Wilson thrust up and Greg choked on a deep moan, "Greg..." he moaned loudly thrusting again as one hand held on firmly to Greg's hip and the other one stroked his cock. "I don't know.. how much... longer I'm... gonna last," he said brokenly as he thrust harder into Greg's ass making their testicles slap together and make a noise that made him shiver with want.
House let his hands fall to Wilson's firm thighs and swallowed, as he bent slightly forward, "It's okay, take me," he whispered.
Wilson looked at the bite mark on Houses shoulder and he's hips crashed into Greg's hard over and over again, their balls slapping as both of them panted and groaned. "I'm going to cum... I'm … gonna..." he said breathlessly against Greg's bitten shoulder.
"Please.. inside.. OHHHhhhh," House yelled as he felt James's cock swell inside him and lost it. His arms shook as they clenched into James's flesh and he felt James's hand squeeze his cock. He felt a shot of cum hit the wall of his rectum a second before he saw his own cum shoot out across the bed and his anus locked down on James's dick as his testicles and prostate emptied as James stroked his penis.
Wilson came inside Greg with a force he'd never felt before and it just kept cumming. He didn't even think and orgasm could last this long. He closed his eyes letting his head rest against Greg's back as he continued to empty his load inside him. When he was done he was exhausted and could still feel Greg's arms shaking as they were on his thighs. He gently moved his leg a little and then leaned, holding Greg to him, falling on his side with Greg. He kissed the sweaty back of his lover as he was still inside him.
House swallowed as he moved his hand to James's hips and pulled them even closer, "That was... extraordinary," he said still trying to catch his breath.
Wilson looked behind him at the clock and smiled as he nuzzled his nose against House's skin and bones, "I would think so, we came up here around ten and it's already one o'clock."
House sighed and bit his lip, "Do you know?" he asked.
"Do I know what?" Wilson asked.
House moved slowly and felt James's penis slip out of him as he turned to face James. "Do you know if what you felt was us, or just good sex?" He asked a little apprehensive.
Wilson frowned, a little hurt that Greg wouldn't already know the answer to that after what they'd shared. "It's us Greg. This..." he said, not able to think of a word that served it justice, "what we shared tonight will stay with me for the rest of my life. You claiming me, and me claiming you... I've never done anything like that. You giving yourself to me... was the most beautiful and emotional thing I've done in bed, maybe in my entire life."
House didn't know what to say as the emotion from James's words matched his own so he kissed him softly and held on to him as if his life depended on it.
"Say something," Wilson said softly against House's neck.
"I can't say it better than you did. Thank you for accepting me," House said as some tears leaked out and onto James's skin.
Wilson wrapped his arms around him holding him as he silently cried a little, "Shhh... it's okay. You're not alone anymore, I have you." He said back.
"I've been alone so long," House said more tears falling as he inhale sharply, "I was afraid no one would ever want me," he said voicing one of his deepest fears.
Wilson held on to him tighter as he felt more love for the man then he'd ever thought possible, "Well that was stupid of you. Who wouldn't want you? You're the most extraordinary person I know and I'm lucky to have you. You're mine now, remember that. You'll never be alone again, okay?" He said protectively.
House swallowed, looking him in the eyes, "I love James," he said softly.
"I know, I love you too Greg and one of these days I'll have the guts and courage to give myself to you like you did to me tonight," Wilson said with a soft smile.
House smiled back, "Well I'm a little happy it isn't tonight, because I'm exhausted."
"Ditto," Wilson said back and kissed Greg. "Should we clean up?"
House smiled at the question, "We can do it tomorrow," he said moving around until the covers where on him, "now get under here and snuggle me."
Wilson laughed as he did as he was told and had the back of Greg tucked against him. "You should come with your own warning label," he said softly in Greg's ear as he closed his eyes.
House chuckled, "Me? You're the one that drew blood."
Wilson pulled him closer, "And don't you forget it."