Thanks for the review Freddy I addressed a responce in the top of this chapter.
Dear Freddy,
I see your points, I'm really trying not to split House and Wilson up and I do want House to open up to Wilson more as time passes. I know it sounds stupid for the writer of something to say that they want a character they are writing about to do something, but this story is very much about the feelings and for House to open I need for him to want to. House has always wanted the one thing the acts like he could care the least about... ACCEPTANCE. He never felt accepted by his father or the hospital, but he did by Cuddy at some point and he does at the moment with Wilson and that is priceless to him. I have to get the character to honestly trust that Wilson will still accept him after he hears what happened to him. We all know Wilson would accept House, but House doesn't right now, he's scared more so because Wilson ratted him out only a couple of months ago and left him after his attempted suicide. I'm going to have to put some work into it, but it's worth it, I want House and Wilson's relationship grow as they learn more about one another, and that goes both ways... Now there's an idea, Wilson talks to House about something and therefore it pushes House to do the same. :) Thanks Freddy, I think I have an idea
Nicole
Wilson sighed loudly again and Brandon frowned, "The same guy?" Wilson nodded and left the dance floor with irritation, sitting at the bar and ordering two drinks. It didn't take long of Brandon to be sitting beside him. "Sorry, some guys drink and it's fine and other turn into assholes." He said watching the blonde headed body builder winked at Wilson.
Wilson frowned and tried to avoid the guy. "You know what, it's getting late anyways, so I think I'm going to head out after this drink."
Brandon was disappointed, "It's only seven-thirty, you aren't leaving because it's late. Don't let this guy ruin your time. You were having a blast dancing before he started bugging you."
Wilson sighed, "Okay maybe he made me want to leave, but I do need to go. House and me need to talk about stuff and I would like to leave early enough to be able to do that and not be drunk."
"You sure you really want to go after the drink and you're not just leaving because of the handsy Hanson brother on the dance floor?" Brandon asked tilting his head toward the guy who still was trying to get Wilson's attention.
"Yes," Wilson said and got out his wallet as the bartender came over with the drinks. "Here's the tip for the drinks tonight," he said handing the man a fifty.
"Thanks sweetie," the bartender said with a smile and left.
Brandon shook his head as he took a sip of the drink, "You know how to win the bartender over, he'll be happy next time he see's you."
Wilson shrugged, "I was a bartender once," he said and noticed the skepitical look he received from Brandon, "okay so it was only for a week. It still counts," he said with a goofy smile and took a sip of his drink.
Brandon looked a little nervous and put a hand on Wilson's arm, "You going to tell House about the kiss?"
"I don't know," Wilson said softly.
Brandon nodded understandingly, "Well, if you don't want to tell, then you don't have to worry about me saying anything. It just happened, it wasn't intentional or anything," he said with honest eyes.
Wilson swallowed, "Yeah, I know. It's just I'm not sure he'll see it that way. The reason most of those marriages didn't work out was I had a tendency to not be very faithful, so..."
"But you didn't love them as much as you love him," Brandon said and took a drink.
Wilson smiled at that, "No, I didn't." he took a long drink too.
"So they always caught you?" Brandon asked.
"Actually I was only caught once and that was my fourth affair in that marriage. I always told them," Wilson said with a shy smile.
Brandon laughed some, "You told them? Who tells their wife their cheating on them?"
"A pussy, well that's what House called me when he found out. He said that telling them was selfish because while I got to feel better because I had told them the truth and cleared my conscience they felt like crap because I didn't want them." Wilson said with a shrugg.
"Was he right?" Brandon asked watching Wilson drink the rest of his beverage.
"Probably, he usually is," Wilson said and scoffed. "Give me a call tomorrow and we'll work out the details about Friday night." He said getting off the stool.
"Hey baby, you aren't leaving yet, are you? I didn't even get to dance with you," the blonde said walking closer and blocking Wilson's path out while looking him up and down.
"Man give it a rest, he isn't interested." Brandon said with annoyance.
The blonde scoffed cockily running his hands up and down his toned body, "Oh, he's interested and I wasn't talking to you dog face, I was talking to your hot owner." he said winking at Wilson.
Wilson wasn't amused, "I'm in a relationship, sorry." He said without any true sympathy.
"Let me explain something to you cutie, he'd not a boyfriend." The man said looking at Brandon, "He's the kind of guy who doesn't remember your name after sex."
"Oh right, that's where I remember you from. I couldn't figure it out from the front," Brandon said with grin and the blonde rolled his eyes.
Wilson wondered if Brandon really had slept with the man but figured it was none of his business. "I didn't say I was with him. I have a boyfriend at home I really need to be getting back too. Like I said, I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression."
"Don't lie to me, I saw you kissing Brandon?" The man said looking at Wilson expectantly who didn't comment, "Oh I see, you're THAT kind of boyfriend."
Wilson swallowed, "It was a mistake, it just happened."
The blonde laughed, "Yeah, a lot can just happen if you let it brown eyes," he said running a hand down Wilson's back who jerked away.
"I'm not interested and I'm leaving," Wilson said looking at the blonde the looked back at Brandon. "Talk to you later." He said and started to leave.
"So what? I'm not good enough for you?" The blonde said obviously drunk and pissed as he grabbed Wilson's arm. Wilson shrugged the arm off and left.
It didn't take Wilson long to realize he was being followed by the blonde and when he finally parked his car at House's place he ran inside as he heard the other car screech as it hit it's breaks to park.
Both House and Cuddy's head turned to look at Wilson who was locking the door. House rolled over to him and put a hand on his arm and Wilson jumped at the touch looking back to see House.
House could tell something had really upset Wilson, "What's wrong? What has you..." but House was cut off by a loud knocking at the door.
"Oh come on, we both know you want this," came a drunken slur from the other side of the door. "Hey open up!"
House looked at the door with a pissed off look.
"He just wouldn't leave me alone, so I left and he followed, I'm sorry I didn'..." Wilson's speech was cut off by the pounding on the door.
"Did he hurt you?" House all but growled as he stared down the door.
Wilson was a little scared by House's tone, "Um, no, he just..."
"Get in the bedroom," House commanded and Wilson obeyed even though House never looked back to check. "Cuddy get out your phone," he said and unlocked the door opening it to see a huge built man on the other side with blond hair.
"See I knew," the man said looking up waiting to see Wilson and then down to see some pissed off guy in a wheelchair, "who are you?"
House rolled his eyes, "I'm the guy inside the place you're trying to get into."
"Where'd the cute one go, brown eyes?" the blonde asked as he peered through the open door hoping to spot Wilson.
"Brown eye... hmmm, don't know anyone by that name here, you must have gotten the wrong door," House said encouragingly and started to close the door.
The blonde pushed the door back open with force, "No I didn't, I saw him go in this door! Are you suppose to be the boyfriend he was talking about. Wow, no wonder he would be at a club, I mean it's not like it can be all that fun with a fucking cripple in the sack." He said and started laughing at his own joke.
House's smiled a toothy evil grin, "That's pretty good, but I bet I can beat you." He said and then slid his hand inside the cast iron umbrella holder that he had his cane in and when he pulled it out there was a black pistol in his hand that he pointed at the man in his doorway. "LEAVE NOW!" He growled at the man as he took the safety off.
"Is that a gun?!" Cuddy screeched as she looked at House with shock.
"You're not going to shoot me," the blonde said while staring at the gun.
House looked as if he was confused, "And exactly why do you think I wont."
"You can't, I'm not even inside your place," the blonde said as he was starting to sober up some.
House shook his head at the man with disappointment. "I can do whatever the hell I want."
"You don't have it in you to kill someone for no reason." The blonde said with a challenging look.
House's eyes turned from angry to cold as he smiled some. "Do you think I bought this gun especially for you? For all you know I'm a serial killer who's never gotten caught, or maybe I'm a vet who's killed to many people to count. Now try using that withered up brain of yours and make the right call. Leave."
The blonde narrowed his eyes on House and then the gun, "You're boyfriend is a sluty litt..." he stopped as he saw House's finger pull back some on the trigger.
"I don't think you want to finish that statement," House said as he stared at the man with fire in his eyes. The blonde stepped back a few steps and then turned and ran to his car. House let out a deep sigh as he eased his finger off the trigger and and swallowed. He didn't like guns, he never had but he was good with them and he would use one if he had too, to protect Wilson. His hands were a little shaky as he put the safety on and slid it in the sleeve he had attached in the umbrella holder.
"What the hell was that?" Cuddy said as she looked at him with big eyes.
House didn't look at her, "That was me taking care of business. You should go."
She blinked at him as she gathered her stuff, still not knowing what to make out of the incident. "Why do you have a gun?"
He shrugged, "I told him it was because I was vet."
Cuddy shook her head, "But you aren't."
House really wasn't in the mood to play game or argue with Cuddy so he pulled out the gun and held it out to her she walked over to it slowly and read 1st Lt. Gregory House engraved on the side of the gun. "I need to check on Wilson."
She swallowed and nodded, still looking at the gun with worry and then she looked at him with fear as she started to leave as she wondered who he was.
He didn't want her to be scared of him, "I never wanted to be in the Marines, it's not who I am." He said and she stopped her retreat to look back at him. "I'll explain some other time, I promise."
Cuddy frowned, "Have you killed people?"
House's jaw tightened and his eyes shined with regret, "Yes, but I wasn't going to kill that guy unless I had to."
She seemed to be in thought on what he'd said, "I'll see you for lunch tomorrow." She said and left with an unsure look.
He sighed and closed the door, locking it and then rolled into the bedroom. Wilson was sitting on the foot of the bed and looked to him.
"What happened?" Wilson asked as he watched House roll towards the end of the bed.
House stood up carefully and sat down on the bed, "He's gone and he isn't coming back." He said as he looked into Wilson's scared eyes and swallowed. "Are you okay?"
Wilson nodded absently, "He kept touching me when I was dancing and then... he wouldn't leave me alone when I said I wasn't interested. I told him I had a boyfriend and left and he followed me." He said repeating what had happened, not knowing what else to do.
House's eyes scanned Wilson's body for any signs of harm, "You said he touched you, did he hurt you at all?"
Wilson looked in House's eyes seeing true concern and love, "No, he didn't hurt me. How'd you get him to leave?"
House shrugged, "I showed him my pistol, what else would I do?"
Wilson gave a odd smile at first as he thought and then the smile faded, "You're serious aren't you? This isn't a metaphor is it?"
"It doesn't matter, what matters is that you're okay," House said as he put his hand on top of Wilson's.
"You have a gun?" Wilson asked.
House sighed, "I have a couple of guns. Is that a problem?"
"No, maybe... you could teach me how to shoot?" Wilson asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, I have a membership at a gun range, I could do it tomorrow," House said adamantly.
Wilson thought about it some, "I would like that."
"The place I go has classes you can go to, to get your firearms license, after you complete the course then you fill out a form and in about thirty days you get the license, then you can buy guns." House told him as he rubbed his hand up Wilson's arm.
Wilson noticed the tender gesture and leaned toward House who wrapped his arms around him. "It reminded me of college, just feeling so... vulnerable."
"Shhh, it's okay. I'd never let anything happen to you," House said as he rubbed Wilson's back with his hands while hugging him. "Remember you're with me and anyone who wants to get to you has to come through me now."
Wilson swallowed hard and wrapped his arms around House too, "Thank you for getting rid of him."
House kissed his neck then whispered in his ear, "That's my job."
Wilson pulled back from House and smiled, "What do say we call it an early night?"
House smiled, "I'd like that."
Wilson got up and handed House his pajamas, "I'm going to turn off the lights and go to the restroom." Soon he was walking out of the restroom and looked to see House under the covers, he turned off the lights and got in his side of the bed and wiggled over to House's side. House seemed to be able to read his mind as he turned toward Wilson and wrapped his arms around him holding him firmly but not too tight.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that today," House said as he nuzzled the back of Wilson's head.
Wilson felt a little nervous as he held onto House's hands, "Do you think this was my fault for going to a gay bar?"
House gave Wilson a soft squeeze, "No, of course not. That guy was a jack ass who got drunk and then got even more stupid than usual. It's not your fault at all." He said and smiled as he imagine his up tight lover in a gay bar. "So, how was the gay bar?"
Wilson laughed some, "They had some interesting names for their drinks."
"Oh did they now? Like what?" House said with a chuckle.
"They had one called nuts and cream, and one called Rimming a Cherry and another called Blow Job. They were all really good surprisingly," Wilson said with a smile.
"Really, and which one did you like the best?" House asked seductively as he kissed Wilson's neck.
Wilson licked his lips, "Um, Rimming the Cherry was really good."
House sucked on Wilson's ear some, "You want me to rim your cherry?"
Wilson started to roll and House loosened his grip allowing Wilson to face him. "I want us to be able to experience something together not just you doing something to me, that's what I really want Greg." He said looking in House's eyes.
House chew on his lips some as he decide whether or not to tell Wilson what he'd really been wanting to give a try, "I've been wanting to try something," he said quickly with insecure eyes.
"Okay?" Wilson said feeling both curious and a little worried by House's noticeable anxiety.
House leaned toward Wilson's ear and whispered, "I want us to hold each other with out barriers, just... you and me, skin on skin."
Wilson felt a flush of warmth at the thought of sharing that kind of intimacy with Greg, "But... I thought you felt uncomfortable with me seeing you naked?"
"It's dark and our bodies will be under the covers, it's something we could do together and we could touch each other... or not if you don't want to try it's fine we don't have too," House said hesitantly.
Wilson saw House look away and ran his hand through the other mans hair who's eyes met his again, "So does this mean you want to go back to level two?" Wilson asked and House nodded. "You sure about this? I mean can you handle this?" he asked with concern.
"I think so, I want to try it if your up for it, James," House said softly.
"Okay," Wilson said and leaned in kissing House on his lips and then pulled away as he felt a slap of guilt for kissing Brandon. The amount of emotion involved in kissing House was all consuming where with Brandon it had only been a physical comfort.
"What's wrong? Is this too much after what happened tonight?" House asked as he pulled away to give Wilson some space. "I wasn't meaning to be insensitive."
Wilson had never felt so disgusted with himself, yes he'd felt guilty all the times he'd cheated but he literally felt sick and couldn't even meet Greg's eyes. "It isn't that. I.." he hesitated he knew this would hurt Greg bad, "I need to tell you something Greg."
House could tell something wasn't right as his hairs seemed to be standing on end. "Look at me, James," he said afraid that maybe Wilson had lied when he said that he wasn't hurt. James slowly made his eyes meet Greg's and as soon as they met Greg knew. His eyes shined with pain and his lips trembled some, "Don't," he said pulling back.
"Greg, I'm sorry but I..." Wilson's sentence was stopped by House's lips on his silencing him in a kiss.
House kept kissing hard at first and then it softened. He knew Wilson had cheated but to what extent he didn't know. "All I need to know is if you need to get an STD test, and that's all I want to know." He said when he finally pulled back.
Wilson put his hand on the side of House's face that wasn't on the pillow and stroked his cheekbone with his thumb. "No, it was nothing like that. What happened was..."
House put his hand over James's mouth. "Please, if you love me, don't do this. I don't want to know. I know this is my fault for being so screwed up and I forgive you, okay?" He said sliding his hand from his mouth.
"It isn't your fault that I..." Wilson stopped as he looked at the fear in Greg's eyes.
"Please don't," House said swallowing hard and then closed his eyes as he didn't think he could handle watching James when he told him.
Wilson sighed, "You're all about the truth. You're the one that said you didn't want lies between us."
House opened his eyes as his heart beat with hope that maybe James wouldn't tell him. "It's not a lie, I know you shared something with another person while we were together. There isn't any reason for me to know specifics, it's not going to make me feel any better or you. We both knew that this would probably happen, it's not a big surprise." He said as he tried pushing the pain aside.
"I'll agree not to tell you any more about it, but I want you to know I've never felt so bad about cheating in my life. I'm so sorry for what I did." Wilson said as he felt relieved that Greg understood something had happened and didn't seem angry, it still hurt him that he'd hurt Greg, but at least he could look the man in the eyes again.
"So, we done with that then? Because if I remember we were in the beginning of what had the potential of being a very fun night." House said as he felt a even bigger push to be more physical with James, since he wanted him to stay faithful. He kissed James while sliding his hand up the mans shirt.
Wilson wasn't sure if they should do anything or not but he felt those hot lips against his with the whiskers scratching in a alluring way decided to go with it as his felt his body warm up. "Mmm," he moaned as his felt House's hand glide over his sensitive skin. Greg moved the kissing to his neck as his hands teased Wilson's nipples. Wilson could feel himself hardening as let his hand slide up House's stomach feeling the distinctive bump of his ribcage.
House's heart was pounding in his chest as James touched him, he wasn't use to being touched without pain and he pulled away slowly taking off his shirt as he looked in James's dilated eyes. "When I'm done with you tonight you aren't going to even remember her name." House said with a smile hoping to cover up his nervousness about the situation.
Wilson thought about correcting him for a moment but that thought vanished as he felt Greg's mouth on his stomach and looked under the covers to see Greg pulling his shirt up as he kissing his way up his torso. "Oh shit," he whispered as the sight was making certain parts of him press against Greg as his body slid up Wilson's.
House looked up hesitantly as he kissed on James's chest but once he saw James's dark brown eyes he felt himself relax. He took his time licking and sucking the soft skin and couldn't help but wonder if James could feel the scars that littered his body with his tongue, but pushed it from his mind. He needed to push though this for James and himself if this relationship was ever going to work. House pulled off James's shirt and let his body cover James's. "I love you."
Wilson put his arms around Greg's slim waist and kissed his neck, "I love you too." He let his hands go up feeling the scars beneath his fingers as they crossed Greg's back, he hesitated as he felt the magnitude of the scars and sharpness of the bones but then continued up to Greg's shoulders pulling him closer in a passionate kiss. He bent his knees and pushed his pelvis up some trying to get more friction against his pulsing cock.
House was a little surprised by his movements but slid his hand down James's pajama pants to help with the problem.
James moaned as he felt a sweaty palm and finger grip his penis and start working it up and down. He widened his legs and pulled at his pants taking them off completely to give Greg all the room he needed to do a good job. His head was spinning some from the heat of their bodies under the cover and his rise in his blood pressure. "Greg, that's it," He panted as he felt his body thrust with want and suddenly he needed to be on top. He grabbed Greg's shoulder and pushed it while twisting his body, "I need you."
House's eyes widened at the sudden change, he could feel the weight of the body above him it felt too familuar, his throat locked up as he started to feel a panic in his chest. Soon impatient hands were digging harshly into his hips and at his ass as his breaths had turned into nothing more that desperate gasps. When he felt the pants being taken off of him his hands pushed hard against the chest of the man who was on top of him and he scuttled to the edge of the bed watching the dark figure at the other end of the bed closely.
Wilson grunted as the air was quickly pushed out of his lungs by the force of Greg's hands pushing him away he almost fell off the bed and when he looked up he saw Greg's tall lean frame sitting on the edge of the bed. "Greg? What was that about? Did I bump your leg?"
House's body shook with shock and relief as he heard James's voice, it had just been a flashback he told himself as he tried to calm his heart rate. "I got hot, that's all, felt like I was sufficating." He said not daring to tell James who he'd actually thought he was for a minute or two. "It'd dark enough without the covers don't you think?"
Wilson heard something in Greg's voice that made him question if he was being told the truth, a panic that had been in it and he could swear there was a slight tremble too. He crawled over to him and put a hand on the man's arm and it felt cold, "That's not why you pushed me, you're freezing, your breaths are shallow, your shaking, all signs of the fight or flight response mechanism." He said backed away giving House some space.
House's head bowed in shame, "I'm sorry, but I'm fine now, can't we forget about this."
Wilson frowned, "You need to tell me what happened. I need to know what I did that scared you and I need to know why it scared you. Talk to me Greg."
House laid down pulling the covers over him self as he faced James's side of the bed, James followed suit laying parallel to House with them facing each other. House held James warm hand in his cold clammy one. "Just go slower, okay." He said as he slipped off his pants underneath the covers with only his free hand and then moved James hand he was holding to his hips.
"Did you just take off your pants? You don't really expect us to continue after what just happened, right?" Wilson said as he moved back some.
"Why not?" House asked as he moved closer to James.
Wilson couldn't believe this, "Why not?! You just freaked out! That isn't normal, normal people don't have sex after someone has a stress enduced panic attack because they're suffering from PTSD from being sexual assaulted."
House felt cut and hurt by James's words sitting up and looking down over him. "If you want normal then what the hell are you doing with me! I've never been normal and you know that, I wasn't normal when I was a kid or a teenager or a adolescence and I'm sure as fuck am not normal now! Normal people can walk, normal people haven't been raped by more people then they've had consensual sex with, normal people aren't assholes, normal people aren't..."
Wilson leaned up and kissed Greg's trembling lips and could taste some tears on them so he pulled the man to him as he kissed him harder when he had to breath he pulled back. "I'm so sorry Greg. I didn't mean to hurt you, I know you're not normal and that's what makes you so wonderful. I wasn't thinking when I said that."
House swallowed, "I've been raped James, so we're probably going to have a good amount of awkward things happen in the bedroom before we work it all out, but that doesn't mean we just stop and give up. It means we learn and move past them. Now can we stop talking about this and start working on moving past it." He said letting his hand rest on James's hip.
Wilson put his hand on Greg's hip, "Would you feel better on top?" he asked.
"No, my leg can't take it," House said hoping that his honesty would pay off and that James wouldn't nag him about it.
"Okay," Wilson said, he wanted to ask how bad the leg was hurting and if he needed a break but he knew it would only upset Greg. He pressed Greg's hip to the matress and straddled the man. He felt his half hard cock twitch as it slid next to Greg's completely hard cock.
House pulled on James's neck and when he leaned down House's hot mouth was on his kissing him softly as James rocked his pelvis so their dicks rubbed against one another. "Wait," House panted as his hand opened his night stand.
"You okay," Wilson asked and then heard something snap.
"Yeah, just need some lube," House said and put a couple of drops in one hand and then used that hand to grab both of their cocks at the same time and work them. James leaned back and looked down but in the darkness he could barely see the hand moving so he put his hand on it and gasped as he felt their hard cocks throbbing in his hand which House took hold of in his bigger hand and worked up and down their shafts.
"Oh fuuckkk," Wilson moaned as he thrust into their joined hands.
House felt every muscle in his body tighten along with his grip on their cock, and he gritted his teeth as he could feel himself about to lose control. "James," he whispered and then his hand let go to grip the covers.
"That's it, let go Greg. I... love.. oh... Oh... MMM..." James panted and then felt himself cum.
House's eyes watered with the overwhelming feeling of intimacy and joy as he cam but as soon as the last shot was fired it was replaced. The happy warm feeling was replaced with that of cold disgust and a deep sense of shame along with nausea. It wasn't something new to him, it's the way he usually felt after ejaculating with someone, he'd felt it the Sunday with James too, but he'd been spared it there first time together. He swallowed as the nausea worsened.
Wilson took heavy breaths with a smile as he still was in bliss over the incredible orgasm. "I'm glad you talked me into not giving up on this tonight. Sharing our bodies with each other...and hearing you whisper my name..." he smiled even bigger, "I don't know if I've ever came that hard before."
House was trying not to vomit at the moment which was surprisingly hard. "I'm glad it was good, but I need to go to the restroom."
"Don't worry," Wilson said bouncing off the bed, "I'll get you a rag."
"No, it isn't just that, I have to go to the bathroom," House said as he moved to the end of the bed and got in the wheelchair.
"Is everything okay?" Wilson asked with worry.
House swallowed as he felt a cold sweat on him, "Yeah, can you wash up in the kitchen since I'm undressed."
"Oh yeah, sure," Wilson said although he felt hugely disappointed that after what they shared tonight Greg still wasn't okay with him seeing his body.
House didn't really even wait to hear the answer and rolled into the bathroom and locked the door. As soon as he was in he grabbed an old towel and lowered his head into the toilet with the towel draped over both it and the toilet and vomited. The last thing he wanted was for Wilson to hear it and think more of it than there was. When he was done he cleaned himself up and turned off the light then rolled back into the bed room and put on his pajamas as he got back in bed. He could feel Wilson in the bed even though the room was silent. "James?"
Wilson looked over toward him as he heard his name feeling both hopeful and a little discouraged, "Yeah?"
House swallowed, "I wanted to let you know it will get better with time, it took Stacy and me and while to figure it out but it happened and it will for us too. I love you."
Wilson smiled, "Thank you Greg, and I love you too." He said as he turned toward House and wrapped and arm around him.
House felt comforted and even though there was a part of him that kept saying he didn't deserve that comfort he embraced it.