House sat in is apartment, alone and angry. He felt that Wilson was betraying him. House wasn't going to let Wilson upset him, so after taking more Vicodin, he made his way over to his piano. He tried playing, but his mind wasn't set for it, and he sighed. He was about to retreat to bed when he heard a knock. "Don't open it, do NOT open it," his head told him, but he ignored it and opened the door. There was Wilson, looking totally disheveled.
"What are you doing here?" House asked, not moving from his spot. Wilson inhaled, rethinking what he was about to say.
"I just came...to ask...what you said, earlier... if it was...true." House had forgotten what he said, and in an instant it came flashing back. Of course he had meant it, but he WAS Dr. Gregory House, a snarky bastard. He needed to pretend like he was cool with it.
"Maybe. Maybe not." He turned and walked away from Wilson, who was still standing there.
"Oh. Well. I hope you do. House...I really do love you. I hate to see you hurting like this, even if you are going to say you aren't. Now, please, I'd hate to leave you. Give me a reason to stay."
House closed his eyes and smiled. He was waiting for this moment. He turned around, and was now smiling at Wilson.
"I hope you realize how bad of a statement that was."
They moved closer together, Wilson now smiling.
"I do. But I don't really give a shit."
They moved closer together, and Wilson was now breathing more heavily. The mouths met, and House felt all his problems disappear. The kiss lasted until Wilson gasped, "House. The bed. Now."
Slowly, but together, they made it to House's bed. Wilson moved his hands down to undress House, and their kiss was finally broken. Wilson's mouth moved slowly down House's face, down his neck, and from his chest down to his very anxious dick. Without any second thoughts, he covered House's dick with his whole mouth, surprising House.
"Oh, fuck, James," House groaning, pleasing Wilson with the thought that House used his first name. His mouth moved up and down, causing House to quietly curse under his breath and pull Wilson's hair. House came, and it pleased Wilson. He pushed Wilson off him, and breathed, "take off your pants and bend over." Wilson obeyed very quickly and House got up to his knees, wincing slightly. "Shit. I hope he didn't notice," he thought to himself, but WIlson didn't.
House grabbed Wilson's waist, entering quickly and painfully. Wilson let out a yelp of pain, and House simply whispered "Sorry, too many years of wanting to do this." Wilson smiled, not telling House he enjoyed the pain. House moved swiftly, enjoying Wilson's little moans of pleasure. Wilson whispered, "Shit, House...I'm...oh God..." and it set them both off. They both fell on the bed, and looked at each other.
"I'm surprised you still fucked me. I'm sure after Cuddy told you I am Kayla's father, you would of hated me, or at least heckled me for a while before doing so."
