Night 2

A Walk in the park

When they reached consciousness again, it was twilight. The pair decided there was no use in going out for dinner. They had plenty of snacks, cookies, and fruit. Well, that was House's opinion, at the very least. Wilson consented because it was easier than trying to wrangle a cranky, just woken up House into something resembling dinner appropriate attire.

After they feasted on a dinner of cookies, fruit and beer, Wilson bribed and coaxed House in to going for a short walk around the luxury hotel. House was generally not up for walks of the short variety, or any variety whatsoever, but since they did a heck of a lot of nothing today, he figured he could do with stretching out the muscles in his leg. Wilson promised to make it worth his while, and House planned on holding him to that, walk or not.

The two headed out into the evening. It was slightly muggy and smelled of fir, pine, and flowers. Great fir trees surrounded the property, and elaborate flowerbeds were along the driveway and further into the other areas of the resort. They located a gazebo, with an ornate white bench inside. They also located what appeared to be some sort of religious shrine that contained what looked to be a statue of a saint on the inside. Finding this odd, the two investigated more closely. From the outside, it appeared to be very small, but the inside opened up to rows of even more elaborate ornate iron worked benches.

"It must be some sort of chapel, for weddings," Wilson stated.

House nodded. He walked all the way up to the front to see if there was a plate or an inscription.

"No inscription, no idea," House said, as he headed back to Wilson.

"Well at the very least, it seems like a beautiful location for a wedding," Wilson said, as they headed back outside.

"D'you have any cancer chicks that might fit the bill? Or Debbie from accounting, maybe," House mocked in an irritating tone.

Wilson rolled his eyes. "Yes, House, that is exactly what I was getting at. It's been too many years since I walked down the aisle, I'd better hurry up and do it again," he remarked sarcastically back to House. House snorted. "I thought so."

As they headed back, they encountered a hammock, swinging lightly in the faint breeze that softly whistled through the trees. Wilson climbed aboard, and finding it sturdy, and larger than most hammocks, and beckoned for House to join him. House propped his cane against one of the trees, and carefully maneuvered himself into the hammock.

They stayed there for some time. Wilson listened to House as he pointed out constellations and nebulas, while he softly raked his fingers through House's hair. When House tired of talking, he kissed Wilson while they lazily reclined in the hammock. It was only when the kissing became more intense, that wordlessly they pulled themselves up and headed back to their room.

When they arrived back at the room, Wilson found himself being practically thrown toward the back of the door. House pushed him frantically up against the door, groin against groin, as he kissed Wilson hard. Teeth against teeth, tongues mashing, House could not get enough of Wilson at this moment. Wilson turned the tables, and pushed himself away from the door and the two made it without incident to the bed, clothes being shed along the way.

House continued to kiss and touch Wilson, as he pushed Wilson down on the bed, so that he was on top of him. He rocked his hips against Wilson's, their erections running against one another. He pulled back from the kiss long enough for Wilson to open his brown eyes, filled with longing. Wilson saw House's eyes, brightened with lust and intent, and pulled him down for another kiss. Wilson was finally able to free one of his hands and reached for their erections; adding to the friction of the bucking hips.

Wilson came first, with a moan. He continued to work his magic on House, as he kissed him and headed southward. House stifled a cry before it escaped, as he felt Wilson engulfed his length. Wilson expertly sucked House's cock, while one hand went to work on his balls, and finally hitting that spot. House bucked and his seed spilled down Wilson's throat.

Wilson wiped his hand across the back of his mouth. "I told you I'd make it worth your while," Wilson said with a smile. House laughed tiredly, and pulled Wilson down for a kiss. After several moments, Wilson pulled back, and headed for the bathroom. Sounds of brushing teeth could be heard, and House tiredly climbed out of bed to do the same.

House found Wilson, naked, but a lot less sticky than the last time he had seen him. House came up behind Wilson, and kissed the back of his neck, almost to the point of biting. Wilson relaxed into the touch, but found it gone, almost as fast as it appeared. House turned around and was running the water in the hot tub. Wilson looked at him concern spread across his face. House sighed at the concerned look. "I'm fine. Just figured I'd get your money's worth out of this puppy while I can."

Wilson nodded and headed back into the bedroom to get ready for bed, while House used the hot tub.

After he dried off, House found Wilson fast asleep, medical journal across his chest. House smiled a rare smile at the sleeping figure. He removed the journal from Wilson, and put it on the bedside table. He popped a Vicodin, and climbed into bed next to Wilson and turned off the light.