Chapter 12 – Blueberry Cheesecake Wilson Flavor
House had been in Wilson's bedroom before, but the circumstances made it seem different. House still had a semi and he knew lying down next to Wilson would make him hard again. He didn't want to scare Wilson. House wished he wasn't such a horn dog.
The kissing wasn't helping. Traveling the short distance from the kitchen to the bedroom had taken longer than a leisurely walk around the track. They'd kiss, take a step or two, lean against the wall and kiss some more. House could never get enough kissing and kissing Wilson…well, it went without saying how much he enjoyed that.
Wilson sat down on the end of the bed and took off his shoes and socks. He couldn't help noticing House wasn't.
"I'd prefer if you don't wear your shoes in my bed." House sat down and undid his shoe laces. Between his leg being sore and his erection growing in his jeans bending over wasn't easy. Wilson noticed the slow movements, too. "Do you want me to take them off for you? Your leg has to be killing you." House shook his head and pushed off both shoes.
"I don't want to gross you out, especially since this is really different for you, but before I handle you, I need to handle myself." House could tell Wilson wasn't getting his meaning. "I'm going to go into your bathroom and masturbate. It might take a few minutes." He looked at Wilson's big, brown eyes. "Or it might take a few seconds if I imagine your beautiful body against mine." House could have spent all night looking at Wilson, but his eyes weren't the ones aching at the moment. He stood up.
Wilson wasn't expecting that. He was stuck on the image of House lying between his legs, spreading them a little wider, and getting first hand knowledge of all the crazy things House could do with his mouth.
"Wait, House, I forgot number 4. You need to explain to me how this reciprocity thing works. I've never, well you know, I mean, I don't know how…" Wilson was struggling for words. House let him because he thought it was sweet. "…I want…" Wilson sighed in resignation. He didn't know how to say this. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Don't laugh at me! Until a little bit ago I'd never had another man's tongue in my mouth. Having your…your cock in my mouth…" He couldn't believe he said it! "…I'll try to do my best. Just don't laugh at me. As much as I want you I'm not comfortable with the jargon and stuff." Please let House understand what he meant.
"It's okay, Wilson. I don't expect you to 'reciprocate'. I didn't mention it to imply you should. I'm not expecting you to do anything to me. It's fine if you're never comfortable at doing things to me or never get used to the idea. I'm happy getting to kiss you…" House kissed Wilson's jaw. "…touch you…" He ran his hand down Wilson's stomach before brushing his fingers across his crotch. "…suck you…" House knew it would hurt, but he got down on his knees and pulled Wilson's sweatpants down and off. He sucked one of Wilson's balls into his mouth.
"Hooouuuuse…" Wilson was never going to get used to how good House's mouth felt. With a strength he didn't think he had, he scooted up on the bed away from that delicious mouth.
House was now so hard he wasn't sure he could ignore it. He thought about the logistics. If he laid down the right way he could grind his pelvis into the bed. His jeans rubbing against him and the pressure from the bed might be enough to satisfy him. If Wilson was too blissed out to notice, he'd slip his hand down and give himself a few good strokes.
House stood upright. It didn't hurt as much as he thought it would, but his remaining thigh muscle was tight. He took his shirt off and followed after Wilson on the bed.
"Is that look because I took my shirt off or because I'm on your bed? I can put my shirt back on, but if you want round 2 you need to give me a little leeway on the how. My limited range of motion means a limited range of positions."
"I was thinking you should take off the rest of your clothes. I'd like to see you naked." Wilson bit his bottom lip and raised his eye brows. He wanted to lighten the mood. He also really wanted to see House naked.
"You've seen me naked. It's not anything to write home about."
"Yeah, I've seen you naked. I like your body. I don't normally write home about anybody's body. Mama Wilson has a weak heart and reading about your erect penis would probably put her in the grave. Come on, I've never seen you naked and aroused." Wilson propped himself up on some pillows and put his hands behind his head.
"If it's up to me, and you want to proceed with round 2, start by taking off your jeans and any other clothing that might be an impediment." Wilson was feeling a little more comfortable with the situation. House being uncomfortable seemed to make him feel more in control.
House undid his jeans then turned his right side away from Wilson. He sat on the corner of the bed to pull them off. He pulled his boxers off pulling his left leg out, but, as he had earlier that evening, he kept his right leg in and pulled the boxers up again. He took off his socks with exaggerated care. He stood up and posed his left side towards Wilson making a game show model gesture at his erection.
"Ta da!" House knew he didn't have anything to be ashamed of with his cock. He'd love to have a lover with a cock like that. It was the perfect size – not big enough to be frightening, but large enough to be satisfying. He'd never gotten any complaints about how it looked or how it felt or how he used it. For the first time in his adult life he was nervous about someone's reaction to it.
Wilson stared. If House didn't know better he'd think Wilson was sad.
"See, this part isn't that difficult. You say something like women say to you only you mean it like 'Wow! You're so big!' or 'That's one beautiful cock'." Wilson looked House in the face. "Don't worry you don't have to touch it or anything. I'm going to take your response as the reaction of a man with no experience with other men. Trust me – this is very nice."
Wilson couldn't believe House would do this to him. He wasn't some chick in a store room or Curt. He was Wilson! Didn't that mean something?
"Don't you trust me? I understand not trusting Curt. You don't really know him, but me? I'm your best friend and I've seen your scar a gazillion times." House sat back down.
"Yes, I trust you, but you've never seen me in a sexual way. You said yourself you've never seen me at my full glory. My leg detracts from the important stuff." House stood up and dropped his boxers to the floor. He turned to face Wilson. "What do you think of my leg? Isn't what's left of it sexy? Doesn't this scar turn you on?"
"It shows off how perfect the rest of you is." That's why House loved Wilson. He grabbed Wilson's face and kissed him hard and deep. He began his descent down Wilson's body.
"You're going to love this." House wasn't bragging. He was stating what he knew was a fact.
"I already love this." Wilson put his hands on House's upper arms. He'd wanted to touch his biceps for years. His voice caught in his throat when House's tongue connected with his navel. It was a lot to process and that feeling was making it harder.
House moved back up to Wilson's chest. He laved his tongue against Wilson's right nipple. House could feel Wilson's racing heart and rapid breaths. Wilson passing out didn't work with his plans.
"Calm down, Wilson." House put an arm around Wilson's shoulders and a hand on his chin. He tilted his head and kissed him. Nope, still not tired of kissing Wilson. He moved to Wilson's ear.
"Close your eyes and pretend I'm one of your wives," he whispered. He returned to sucking on Wilson's ear lobe.
"House," Wilson moaned weakly trying to pull out of his grasp.
"Or pretend I'm one of your girlfriends or some tail you picked up in a bar." House licked the shell of Wilson's ear. It was the most obscene thing he'd ever felt. House chuckled at his reaction. "Or pretend I'm a hooker I hired for you. God, that would be hot!"
House kissed Wilson's neck behind his ear. He let go of Wilson's chin and reached down between his own legs. He fondled his balls. He slipped his hand up his shaft while his mouth made it to Wilson's clavicle. It was taking every ounce of House's self control to not stroke himself hard and fast. He tried not to imagine coming all over Wilson's hip. Purposely not thinking about something is the easiest way to imagine it. He pulled his mouth away from Wilson to bite his lip.
"House, don't. Stop."
"Is that 'Don't stop' or 'Don't do that stop'?" House let go of his cock and reached for Wilson's. Wilson sat up.
"I mean stop, timeout." Wilson pushed House's hand away from his groin. He didn't want to do it. He wanted to beg House to do anything he wanted to him. He also wanted to avoid making the same mistake.
House always looked for the bottom to drop out. This was especially true when it came to anything involving Wilson. It was his method of crepehanging. If he expected the worst, he'd always be pleasantly surprised when it didn't happen.
"Okay, close your eyes and pretend I'm that bimbo at the info desk. It works better with your eyes closed."
Wilson struggled to explain to House that wasn't the problem, but he couldn't speak when House gently used his fingertips to close Wilson's eyes. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He knew he had to do both, but House made it so difficult to do anything, but feel. He struggled to the surface from the depths of those feelings.
"I'm not imagining Katie." Wilson took House's hand off his face and put it on his chest.
"If it would make it easier I'll shave." House almost hoped Wilson would say yes so he could use the break to jerk off. He wasn't looking forward to the shaving part.
"No! Why would I want to imagine anyone when I have you here and now?" He needed to help House work on his self esteem. This was ridiculous. "Why is that so hard for you to accept?"
"Because you have never been with a man. Because you have previously made it very clear my advances were not wanted or shared. Because watching me touch myself while touching you made you ask me to stop. I understand this is new and weird to you. Why don't you tell me what you want me to do?" Graphically, House silently added.
"It might take me a while to get used to everything, but I want to do this right." House laughed.
"There's no 'right'. There are some wrongs, but you'll probably figure those out."
"I want to uhm, you know, make it good for you." Wilson added 'learn how to talk about sex to House' to his to do list.
House wanted to pull Wilson close to him. Of course, he wasn't sure how Wilson would feel about feeling House's erection. Baby steps, he thought. If he really wants this I can show him the way.
"Alright, can I touch your hip with my cock?" Wilson laughed. "Not the reaction I was looking for, but okay."
"I think I can handle that."
House smiled. Wilson was such a sport!
"Lie back down. Please." Wilson smiled. House saying 'please' was an aphrodisiac even if they weren't naked. Oh God, he thought. I'm naked with House!
House gently, ridiculously so Wilson thought, touched the head of his cock against Wilson's hip. When Wilson chuckled instead of freaking, House rubbed the head against him in little circles.
Wilson admitted it felt a little strange, but that was mainly the idea of what House was doing. It didn't even seem particularly sexual.
"Are you complaining? Do you want me to do something a little more active?" Wilson loved the way House leered. House pressed his shaft flat against Wilson's outer thigh. That seemed more like what Wilson was expecting, but still seemed lacking in House's previous passion.
"No complaints, but active sounds good." Wilson touched House's hip. He wanted to touch his dick, but it still seemed like a foreign idea. Before he could psych himself into doing it, House sat up.
"Do you have any lube? Yeah, that's a dumb question. Where do you keep it?" Wilson pointed to the nightstand even though he was a little panicked as to why House wanted it.
House read the bottle and laughed. That made Wilson feel more at ease.
"Blueberry Cheesecake flavored sugar free, hemp lube. I've been around the block enough times to know every crack in the sidewalk, but this is something new! It's got to be Amber's."
"Actually," Wilson said sitting up on his elbows, "Amber liked the Pina Colada flavor."
"I've got to try this." House pumped some into his hand. He licked at it making Wilson moan. He looked at him inquisitively.
"You have got to know what that does when you lick at things." House innocently shook his head. "Seriously? What about when you deep throat straws and suck on lollipops?" House shook his head again.
"I'd think you'd be okay with me licking things." Wilson laughed.
"Oh my God! I was right! You really don't realize you're doing it! House, you turn every meal, every snack into some erotic foreplay. I've watched you wrap your tongue around a pen. Don't you have any idea how that looks? You fellating a carrot is the healthiest and dirtiest thing I've ever seen."
"I've been told I have an oral fixation, but I didn't realize it did anything for you. Sounds like it might have done something to you for a while now." House got back on the bed.
"It makes me want to do things respectable straight doctors shouldn't want to do to their best friends." They kissed. House used the distraction to pump more of the dessert lube into his hand. He rubbed his lubed hand between Wilson's thighs and against his balls. Wilson fell back on his back.
"Oh God, House!" House snickered.
"You seem to say that a lot." He kissed the side of Wilson's mouth.
"Get used to it." House coated Wilson's scrotum and moved on to the other inner thigh. Wilson was a little apprehensive when House returned to his balls and moved back to his perineum.
"Relax. I'm pretty sure I'm not the first person to touch you there."
"Is this going to hurt?" House chuckled.
"I knew sex with you would be entertaining. I had no idea it would be so amusing! No, it won't hurt. If it does, scream really loud." House licked his hand. "This really does taste a little like blueberry cheesecake! I love chemicals!" He pumped more lube.
"If you eat all that you'll get a tummy ache." Wilson remembered his own bad experience with the cappuccino flavor.
"I was thinking more about eating some during the clean up." He slapped his hand loudly and wetly around his cock. He shuddered. "This is definitely not going to take very long."
Wilson was mesmerized by House's hand. He never thought watching a man stroke himself could be so alluring. He suddenly didn't care if whatever House was going to do was going to hurt. He only cared about House doing it now.
House wasn't sure what was going through Wilson's mind, but he knew what was going through his cock. Wilson's body clearly had a firmer grip on the situation. It wasn't easy and more than a little painful, but he straddled Wilson's legs. He parted Wilson's legs a little.
"You don't need to move at all. In fact, keep your legs just like this." House lowered himself over Wilson and pressed his cock between Wilson's thighs. He pushed down and up rubbing against Wilson's thighs and scrotum until he rubbed against his perineum. He rested for moment, ensuring he had his balance, then wrapped his hand around Wilson's dick. He rubbed it against his stomach. Wilson moaned and gasped. House couldn't take that sound and the inaction any longer. He started thrusting up and down between Wilson's legs.
Wilson had no idea what House was doing, but he was going to brain him if he stopped. He couldn't keep still and thrust his pelvis up. It forced his legs closer together.
"Oh God, Wilson!" Wilson assumed that meant he was doing something right. He leaned up and pulled House down for another kiss. The additional weight against his cock was almost more than he could bear.
"House, oh oh House!"
House loved hearing his name. He was panting now and he could feel the familiar electricity building. He groaned. His movements became more frantic. He growled. Sweat broke out behind his knees. That was always a good sign of a strong orgasm, he thought as he felt his muscles contracting.
"Wilson, Wilson, baby, oh yeah, 'm there baby, yeah, coming coming coming ca ca ca aaarrrrggh!!"
Wilson was enraptured by House's look of rapture. It was even hotter than his epiphany bliss face. He couldn't believe he'd done that to House. Admittedly he hadn't done much, but it didn't change the result. It also didn't stop House from stroking him. His grip had tightened, but somehow the man was still going. Wilson didn't think he'd have the same multi-tasking skill.
The look, the thought, the movement was too much. Wilson tried to keep his eyes open, but they scrunched close. He whispered a litany of things he would have been embarrassed to realize he was saying before huffing out a final "House" and coming into House's hand and against their stomachs.
As soon as House was sure he'd tugged every drop from Wilson he collapsed on top of him supporting most of his weight with his arms. He nuzzled Wilson's neck while he caught his breath. After another moment he rolled to the side. He laced the fingers of his left between Wilson's.
"We should have done that years ago," Wilson said still trying to catch his breath.
"I told you that years ago." House rolled onto his side to kiss Wilson. He didn't waste any time licking his way down to Wilson's stomach. He licked up the come before starting on Wilson's softening cock.
"And I thought you tasted good the first time!" House made obscene slurping sounds along Wilson's length. Wilson grabbed House's head and pushed him down.
"That tickles. Do it right."
"Someone's getting demanding." House smiled while he lapped Wilson some more then kissed his way back up to Wilson's chest. He allowed himself a contented sigh. He wasn't going to be ignored or pushed aside again. Wilson was finally his.
Curt wondered what was taking House so long. He'd gone into Wilson's condo hours ago. Reluctantly, he started the car and went home. He'd begin his House watch again tomorrow.
