Warning: More smut. This is the reason I keep rewriting the rest of the story. The smut in this (and the next) chapter really doesn't fit and is way too lengthy. My inability to edit it out means you're stuck with it. Sorry. Let me know if it adversely affects your enjoyment of the tale!


Chapter 11 – House Call

Wilson tried to find things to keep busy and by busy he meant not thinking about House. He was not going to think about House. He certainly wasn't going to touch himself thinking about him. Every time he thought he needed to find something to avoid thoughts of House he found himself thinking about House.

His latest attempt was Sudoku. That worked for about two numbers. Then he started thinking about how much House liked puzzles. And how much he liked House. And how House looked when he was trying to solve a puzzle. How he stared seemingly at nothing like he could see into a world nobody else could. How he'd absent mindedly rub a pencil against his lips then unconsciously suck on it. Oh, he needed to stop thinking like that!

There was a distinctive knock on the door. House. Wilson knew from experience if he ignored him he wouldn't go away. It didn't mean he wanted to answer the door. It meant he might as well open it and get it over.

"What do you want, House," Wilson asked opening the door. He wasn't even close to ready to see him. House pushed past him and headed straight to the kitchen.

"I'm out of beer." House rummaged through the fridge. There was beer, but nothing ready to eat that didn't include vegetables. "Are you feeling up to pizza or does your illness include tummy troubles?" House thought Wilson did look a little peaked. He assumed Wilson was lying. Maybe he really was sick.

"I'm really not up to visitors." Wilson really did feel sick now.

"Cool. If anybody stops by I'll tell them to get lost."

"House, visitors include you." Especially you.

"Since when? I don't think you think of yourself as a visitor at my place. You even have a key I gave you."

"I'm pretty sure you have a key."

"Yeah, but I had to pay Lucas to get it."

"And that's because you are a visitor in my home." House sat down on the edge of the couch and bounced his cane between his legs.

"Then you are my host and should show a little most hospitality." House looked at Wilson. He looked even sicker. "Sit down before you pass out. See? That's the type of thing a good host says." Without thinking Wilson sat down next to House, too close to him.

House put his hand on Wilson's forehead.

"No fever." He reminded himself Wilson didn't like being molested by him. The last thing he needed was for Wilson to buy into some story Curt was weaving for him. Then again, he had sex with Curt less than two years ago so if his story was along the lines of 'House wants me to suck his cock' he couldn't really argue.

"I'm just tired. I could use a good night's sleep." Wilson was sure that wasn't happening tonight

"I wanted to talk." House looked at the floor. Confessing before Curt had a chance to spin it seemed like the logical thing to do. What if Wilson was pissed off because House had broken Wilson's friendship line with his new friend? Why had Curt come into their lives? Things were so better before…and that was a lie. Wilson was ditching him all the time since he came back to PPTH. He couldn't blame Curt for all their problems. Then again, Curt practically had scapegoat tattooed across his forehead.

"You never feel like talking." Wilson thought this did not bode well.

"I thought you might want to talk about Curt or something." House thought if he initiated the idea of talking he shouldn't have to be the one to actually start it.

"What about Curt?" Wilson hated to admit he was curious what House was going to say. Was he going to complain about having Curt around? Had Curt earned his wrath by talking to him directly? Had Curt told him certain things he was told in confidence?

House decided to say it and deal with whatever Wilson had to throw at him.

"I had sex with him." House was looking down in contrition. He couldn't look at Wilson. If he did he would have seen Wilson on the verge of an aneurysm.

"Wha…" Wilson didn't know how to respond to that at all. His brain was melted. House, sex, Curt…Wilson decided to go with facts he could concentrate on to avoid the sex aspect. "When did that happen?" When sounded like a safe question.

"A few hours ago." So House was having sex with Curt tonight.

"What…" Wilson was trying to say 'What happened to movie night', but it caught in his throat as he suddenly contracted that fever House was looking for.

"He gave me a blow job. I gave him a hand job. Nothing serious or involved."

Wilson's brain solidified so it could melt again then dribble out of his skull.

"That wasn't, chhhm, wasn't what I was going to ask."

The silence dragged out until House had to fill it.

"Look, it just happened and it probably won't again." Wilson started to interrupt, but House continued. "If you say never again then 'probably' becomes 'definite'. I'm sorry, Wilson. You know how I, you know, get carried away and how I can't control myself."

"I've noticed." Wilson was trying to imagine how this happened. Sure, he and Curt had discussed how sexy House could be, but he warned Curt about trying to play House's game. "I warned him. I told him he shouldn't flirt with you. I should have made it clearer." At first House started to agree, but then he stopped.

"Do you warn everybody about me or only your friends," House asked indignantly.

"No! It wasn't like that." Wilson sighed. "I told him you don't always understand that innocent flirtation isn't an invitation for something less innocent. I warned him you could be, you know, aggressive. He said he knew how to handle men like you. I could tell he didn't understand, but I let it go." Now it was Wilson's turn to be unable to look at House.

"For your information, he came on to me."

"First, he came on to me! He likes flirting. Is he upset?"

"Upset? Why would he be upset? He wanted to give me head. I let him. That doesn't seem like something to be upset about!" House was getting upset. He wasn't as prepared to hear Wilson blame him as he thought he was. "You make it sound like I gave him roofies and raped him on my couch."

Wilson didn't need the image of House having sex on his couch in his head. Now he couldn't get the image out of his mind. What were they talking about?

"I don't mean it that way, House. I mean you don't always process when somebody is giving you non-verbal clues to back off. Curt's trying to impress you and it went too far." In Wilson's mind that sounded plausible.

"I didn't misread his intentions."

"He'll never admit it so I guess we'll never know."

"Really? He came up behind me and rubbed my neck like this." House grabbed Wilson's shoulders and made him turn to the side. He wasn't going to go along with him, but turning away from House seemed like a very good idea especially while he couldn't stop thinking about House having sex, naked and erect on his couch.

"So he gave you a neck rub. Why wouldn't you take that as 'screw me'?"

"Then he reached in front of me and unbuttoned my shirt. I'll have to reach under your ridiculous polo. Next he rubbed my chest. I told him to stop."

Wilson couldn't move. House was touching him and he didn't want him to stop. He needed him to stop. He wasn't gay. Of course, Curt had made a good argument that being attracted to House didn't require being gay, but still, he shouldn't think about his best friend like this.

"Then he kissed my neck." House's voice had gotten breathy. He kissed Wilson's neck. He smelled so good.

He promised Wilson he wouldn't get physical with him again. But he was trying to demonstrate a situation to Wilson. Wilson had stopped him before. If he went too far…House wondered if Wilson was right. Did he really not understand when people wanted him to stop?

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"I would have done the next part differently." House kissed Wilson's ear. "He said he wanted to have sex with me. If I'd been him I would have taken my shirt off. I'd definitely take your shirt off if I were me."

House pulled Wilson's shirt up. Wilson lifted his arms. House wondered if Wilson was trying to teach him a lesson. Let him get all hot and bothered and then make him stop. He was getting that suspicion a lot lately. House was going to enjoy this while he could.

"I'd rub my hands all over your skin. Then I'd pull you back into me and hold you against me." House was hard again. Wilson was right. He was a deviant. He nuzzled Wilson's neck.

"House…" Wilson was trying to keep his cool, but he was sweating.

House slipped a hand onto Wilson's hip. He knew Wilson was going to finish his sentence 'House, stop it.' He massaged the hip waiting for him to say it.

"I'd slowly creep my hand over until it brushed against your dick." House was surprised to find Wilson's dick closer than he expected. He hadn't meant to actually touch it. He hadn't just touched Wilson's cock. He had touched his erect cock. Oh God, House thought a moment before his automatic seduction instinct went into overdrive.

"I love how you feel. I want to touch every inch of you." House's fingers danced over Wilson's crotch. House growled. "Can I take my shirt off? I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Yeah," Wilson managed to say. He should tell House to leave. He should. He couldn't.

House took off his shirt. He plastered himself to Wilson's back. He wanted to feel him skin on skin. He reached around to Wilson's cock.

"Can I pull down your sweat pants?" House kept his hands on Wilson to keep them from shaking. He felt Wilson swallow.

"Did, um, did Curt undress you?" Wilson didn't know what to say. If it was a woman he'd know. With House he was at a loss.

"No, he undid my jeans and pulled them down a little. Then I undressed myself." House kissed Wilson's neck again. "I didn't want him to see my scar. I don't trust him." Wilson put his hand on the one House had on his abdomen. "Keeping it hidden is a real skill." House kissed the other side of Wilson's neck. He closed his eyes and leaned into House.

"Did you talk dirty to him like you did Saturday?" House stilled his hands. He could feel Wilson trembling.

"No, he did most of the talking. He said he wanted to serve me and worship me. He's a nutjob." House experimented licking Wilson's neck. He moaned, but didn't tell him to stop. "Did you like hearing me talk dirty? Do you want me to talk dirty to you?"

"Yes." Wilson couldn't get out more than a syllable.

"I want to pull your pants down so I can fondle your dick. I want to feel how hard you are. Do you want that? Do you want me to touch your cock?" House was breathing heavy against Wilson's ear. "I think you do. I think you want me to rub your dick and play with your balls. Then again, maybe you're already so hard you want me to skip the foreplay and get to the sucking. You're such a tramp. You want me to suck your cock don't you? Are you looking forward to coming in my mouth? I'm looking forward to it. I want you to taste you."

House reached his hand into Wilson pants. Wilson's cock was hot, hard, and leaking. This so wasn't what he expected.

"God Wilson, going commando! I'm going to jerk off if you don't say I can blow you. I need more. Just say the word. Do you want me to suck your cock? Lick you then take you deep in my mouth. Say yes." House was grinding his cock against Wilson ass and lower back. He groaned from the friction.

"Yes," Wilson gasped. House smiled.

"Yes, what? Tell me what you want." House bit Wilson's shoulder.

"Arh! I want you to suck me, suck my cock, please House. Uhhh!" House didn't have to hear anymore. He sat back and turned Wilson to face him. Wilson kept his eyes closed. House grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him. He didn't want their first kiss to be needy and sloppy, but at least it was a first kiss.

He broke away and Wilson opened his eyes. Somehow kissing House was more intimate than being fondled by him. If House was a woman he'd say he was in love. He couldn't deal with that idea right now. He grabbed the back of House's neck and initiated the next kiss. It was perfect. He ran his hand up through House's hair on the back of his head up to the crown.

"Someone's getting pushy," House said lowering his head to lick a nipple. Wilson wanted to explain he didn't mean it that way, but he lost his language and motor skills.

House licked down Wilson's abdomen and gently moved him to lie back. House pulled the sweatpants over Wilson's erection. He moved in close, but didn't touch him.

"Any time you want me to stop I will. This is the last time I'm going to ask you. After that if you decide you want me to stop you'll have to initiate it. Like you said, I don't process non-verbal cues well." House paused to make sure he had Wilson's eye contact. "Do you want me to stop?"

Wilson knew he could end this now and things would be awkward, but they'd get past it. They'd both chalk it up to stress and loneliness then pretend nothing happened. If House did something beyond what he'd already done it would mean Wilson had done something. House sat up.

"I can read that non-verbal. I'm sorry." House balanced his elbows on his knees. He'd done it again. "You said it yourself. I can be aggressive. You're probably scared to death! I'm so sorry." He heard Wilson mumble something, but he couldn't make it out. "Sorry, what did you say?" House dared a look at Wilson. Wilson coughed.

"I said I didn't say stop." House didn't want to hope that meant what he thought it did. "I, uh, want you to do, I can't believe I'm saying this, I want you to do what he did to you." Wilson was embarrassed, but he also felt a weight lifted off his shoulders or off other parts of his anatomy.

"No." Wilson couldn't be hearing that right. It might sound egotistical, but Wilson had never thought House would refuse him. "Trust me. You wouldn't enjoy that. Everybody is unique, but that's really true with you." House resumed his position inches from Wilson's slightly softened erection. Wilson could feel House breathe. "You want something magical; something that's so amazing you won't care it came from a man." House moved his fingers softly down Wilson's chest and down Wilson's sides.

Wilson flinched a little. He was glad House didn't linger over his ticklish spots, but he was sure he was cataloging them. Oh God, Wilson almost said out loud. If House was cataloging, that meant he was planning on doing something later. What if House didn't think this was a one time thing? What if it wasn't? What if he was supposed to reciprocate? He didn't know if he could do it.

"Calm down, Wilson. Don't hyperventilate. I haven't even got to the good stuff yet." House kissed the crease where Wilson's thigh met his hip.

"I'm not sure if I …" Wilson abruptly ended his sentence with a moan as House licked the crease.

"If you're thinking that much then I'm not doing my job." House licked the crease back to Wilson's inner thigh. He wrapped his hands around Wilson's hips and drummed his fingers rhythmically. He stared at Wilson's face and without looking away lapped Wilson's scrotum. He held Wilson's hips down at the expected bucking movement.

Wilson's balls were already drawn up. Wilson couldn't look away from what House was doing. It was surreal and amazing. How could House look so calm? He looked like this was the most natural thing in the world to do. Maybe it was for House. Then House licked his way up Wilson's cock and he couldn't think at all.

House knew Wilson wasn't going to last long. He considered making this last longer, but he didn't want Wilson to panic. He made sure Wilson's cock was wet with his saliva then sat up until his mouth was poised above Wilson. He made sure Wilson was looking. House knew Wilson had been with a lot of women, but he doubted any of them could do this. He hadn't done this in a long time, but Wilson was worth the effort.

He opened his mouth wide. Like a sword swallower, he took Wilson into his mouth without his lips touching him. He went down until he had Wilson's cock completely encased. He stuck his tongue out, pushed Wilson's balls up and raked them against his tongue. Wilson bucked. House anticipated and moved with him. He pushed Wilson's balls inward. He closed his lips around the shaft and sucked. His throat muscles contracted.

Wilson groaned. Was House part boa constrictor swallowing his prey? He didn't mind being the prey

House sucked him hard and slowly pulled his head up. If he was right, and when it came to this he was right the first time more often than he was in medicine, Wilson would come about two inches below his head. House pushed his tongue against the underside of Wilson's cock as he slowly pulled.

Wilson wanted to shout and scream House's name, but he felt like he was choking. Every atom in his body was choking. When House moaned the vibration was the last thing he could take. He came hard in House's mouth. His entire body shuddered. He had aftershocks for what felt like five minutes. It was overwhelming! He felt like crying.

House was right. Wilson came exactly as he calculated. He tasted like slightly bitter, salty peanut oil. He could have spread it on bread and ate it like a sandwich. House was never so happy.

Wilson had collapsed on the couch. It would have been uncomfortable if he could feel his limbs or had any working muscles left in his body. House looked at him for a while. He was glad Wilson had his eyes closed so he couldn't see the dopey look on his face. House had wanted him for so long he couldn't believe Wilson had let him do it.

House was never good at pillow talk. He knew how to land a fish, fillet it, and cook it, but he didn't know how to clean up the mess. With Wilson he was at even more of a loss. He wanted to beg him to let him do it again sometime preferably sometime soon. He guessed he'd be better off telling Wilson enjoying this was nothing to worry about and promise him he wouldn't tell anyone or expect it again. Whatever he said, he was sure he'd screw everything up as usual.

He decided Wilson probably didn't want him to say anything. Maybe it would be better if he wasn't there. Maybe that's why Wilson still had his eyes closed. He also decided Wilson wouldn't appreciate him jacking off in his bathroom so he put on his shirt and went to the kitchen for that beer he'd seen earlier. When he got home he was going to flog the bishop until he found religion.

Wilson groaned and managed to throw a hand over his eyes. Holy fuck, what had House done to him? How could someone still be so graceful even when giving head? Wilson never understood how House could be such a contradiction of hard and soft, sinewy yet delicate. Sex hadn't changed that. If anything, sex had added even more contradictions. House seemed so sure and in control, but Wilson knew he was insecure about everything except medicine. Maybe it should be sex and medicine. Even after all these years it was hard to tell where House's bravado, ego, and reality began and ended. And maybe that was going to change now. Maybe House would be more open with him. He didn't want to fix House, but he wanted to help him. If House would tell him what he could do or what he needed, he'd do it.

Wilson needed to talk post-orgasm. He always had. He really needed to talk to House even though he felt completely drained of life. He was proud of always being a thoughtful lover and here he was failing his first homosexual experience. No, not homosexual – Houseosexual. He made himself chuckle thinking that and he thought House would find it funny, too.

Wilson opened his eyes and didn't see House. He sat up and didn't see House. He pulled his sweat pants up, stood up, and still didn't see House. He had really screwed this up. Wilson wasn't failing. He'd failed. He was mentally berating himself when he heard a noise in the kitchen. House had gone for a snack?

"House?" Wilson walked in on House casually leaning against the counter munching on a sandwich.

"This bread looks like crap, but it's not bad. Did you really pay seven dollars for it? That's pita kinda money!"

"I, uh, didn't hear you come in here." Wilson marveled at how nonchalant House could be.

"I was thirsty. And I'm starving. It's too late to order pizza." Wilson was giving him a strange look. "What's wrong?" House's appetite waned. "You know I didn't come here to seduce you, right? You didn't say stop." Wilson's look became stranger. "I didn't mean to take advantage of you. You need to say something, Wilson. Yell, scream – something."

Wilson crossed the kitchen to House in three strides. He moved so quickly House thought he was going to hit him. He probably deserved it.

Wilson grabbed House's face and kissed him, at first hungrily, but then slower.

House dropped his sandwich and wrapped his arms around Wilson instead. They kissed for a few moments before Wilson pulled back to look at House. House moved in closer and kissed Wilson's cheeks, eyelids, forehead, chin – everywhere he could. He had to fight to keep from telling Wilson he loved him. He kissed his lips gently instead. He rubbed his thumb below Wilson's lips.

"I'd better stop that or you will have some nasty beard burn. You've got girlishly soft skin."

"Did you give Curt 'beard burn'?" Wilson threw up a hand and quickly added, "Not that I'm jealous, just curious." Truthfully, he was jealous of Curt spending time with House without him, but he wasn't sure if he was jealous about how they spent that time. At least he wasn't jealous of how they spent their time in a nonsexual way. He realized he was very jealous of how they spent their time in a sexual way. That must mean he was jealous of Curt.

"Uh…Actually, I don't remember kissing him." House tried to remember. "He kissed my neck, my pants, my dick, my hand – twice, but I never kissed him." House laughed. "Fucking Curt's mouth was fine, but kissing him would have been creepy. He's creepy."

"You performed sexual acts with somebody you think is creepy?" Wilson didn't like the sound of that.

"He only seems creepy sometimes. He looks at me weird."

"I think he has a crush. Well, you know that now." Wilson couldn't stop looking at House and he hoped it didn't seem creepy or weird. "So what happened after Curt…you know…" Wilson wanted to say 'sucked you off', but it didn't sound right in his head. House thought his hesitance was adorable.

"Let's see. I fucked Curt's face." House like the way Wilson nose crinkled when he said it like that. "He's a pretty good cocksucker by the way. Not that I'd like you to compare, but I'm better." Wilson blushed bright enough to have his cheeks double as a neon sign. "Unless that shade of red means you already know that."

Wilson shook his head frantically. House found it endearing.

"Then he said I was awesome and kissed my hand. Then, and don't judge me, I decided to give the nut job a hand job – kind of whack off the whack-o."

"And I would judge you more for doing that then anything else you've done tonight because…," Wilson trailed off.

"I was rationalizing I did it to make him more comfortable to give me information about why he's so intent on being your friend and how having sex with me played into that. And I was doing the whole 'reciprocity' thing, but it was mainly because I wanted to improve my chances of him coming back for more."

Wilson was having a hard time processing House's convoluted logic. His conspiracy theory was the rationalization to return the favor, but it was only so he could get more favors?

"See? You're judging. I'm a single guy with needs. Curt has some skills. The crazy ones always do. If I decide to pursue it I bet he'll let me do all kinds of things to him – bondage, spanking. He'd probably let me fuck his pretty ass in your office."

Wilson had no idea what to do with that information. He knew from what House did to him he wanted him to do it again. And again. Was House going to want to? Oh God, Wilson thought as his previous thought returned. Would House not want to do it again because Wilson hadn't done 'the whole reciprocity thing'? He wanted to say too many things at once. He took a cleansing breath to help him focus. House thought it was cute.

"When you got here you said if I didn't want you to you wouldn't have sex with Curt again."

"Yes, I did." House wasn't sure what Wilson's intentions were at all. He wished he could read his mind.

"Good. I don't want you to have sex with him again and I mean no sexual contact." House could tell Wilson wasn't kidding around about this.

"Okay, I won't. I'm perfectly content at never being alone with him again. I'm not saying you aren't allowed, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't have sex with him either. And none of that Bill Clinton bullshit about oral not counting as sex."

"Not a problem since I'm not gay." Wilson didn't mean it to sound bitchy, but he knew it did.

Here we go, House thought. He's going to feel guilty about getting a blow job from a dude then he'll want to prove he's still hetero and go through a shift of nurses. And, worst of all, every time he sees me he's going to think of the 'sick' thing I did to him. Instead of never mentioning it again he'll mention it non verbally all the time to remind me it was an aberration and not his M.O.

"Got it. No touching your little buddy's little buddy and you aren't gay." House picked up his beer bottle and finished it in one large gulp. "And on that note, I'm going to head out. Thanks for letting me, well, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow." Now I'm going home to jerk off then slam my dick in a door, he mentally added.

"Wait, what? I thought we were in the middle of something here." Wilson wasn't sure what that something was, but he didn't want House to leave.

"I don't think it's a good idea." Wilson looked away from House and pouted. Under other circumstances House would have thought it was sexy. "Okay, here's what you need to remember. Getting aroused doesn't mean being attracted. It's a physical response to stimulation. I took advantage of you. You're not gay. You're another victim of evil Greg House."

"I never said that! I didn't even think that! I came in here to tell you, and it doesn't sound as funny now, that I'm not a homosexual. I'm a House-o-sexual. Curt and I talked about this Saturday night. I'm not attracted to men, but I am attracted to you.

"I also wanted to tell you to 1. Never have sex with Curt again. 2. Stop thinking people have an ulterior motive for trying to get in your pants. Their only motive is to get in your pants. 3. Mark me down as one of the people who wants to get in your pants. I want to do this again. I want to kiss you until my skin is sandpapered off my face."

House smiled at that one. He put his arms around Wilson again and kissed Wilson's neck. He ran his hands all over Wilson's bare back. He pulled Wilson tightly to him, held him in his arms, and petted his hair.

"I will gladly perform fellatio on you anytime you want. I have all kinds of tricks you'll enjoy." He kissed Wilson's cheek then stepped away. "If you've got a short rebound time, I could start now." Wilson couldn't stop grinning at House's leer.

"I almost died so I think I'll need a little more time. If you spent the night, we could have plenty of time." Wilson realized he was talking to House like one of his girlfriends. He supposed House was in a way or at least in the same category.

"I could do that. We could go to your bedroom. Lying down between your legs would be more comfortable for me. Getting on my knees isn't as easy as it used to be, but I'll do it that way if you want. I'll do it any way you want."

"That sounds great," Wilson said reaching for House's hand. He led him to the bedroom.