House woke up in pain which wasn't anything new but the places had changed some. His whole body thrummed in a mild pain and crippling weakness but for some reason that didn't matter to his sex. His penis was hard nestled between James and his own body and his testicles ached from epididymal hypertension or better known as blue balls. He'd been getting aroused mulitple times a day for over a week now without any release and it was becoming unbareable. Almost every morning this week he'd woken up with testicular pain but unlike those mornings before, he was cathiter free this morning. He opened his eyes to see Jimmy's sleeping face and body facing his, their legs intwined and arms still around eachother. Hope swarmed through him at the sight of them even after the horrific night he'd caused...maybe there really was a chance they'd make it through all of this...maybe they were meant to be together. He moved slightly and his penis throbbed with desire at the tiny movement while his balls sent a sharp pain that made him gasp in surprising mixture of pleasure and pain. He NEEDED relief and he wanted it in the form of James. He thought it out and decided to approach the answer indirectly by giving James the same desire. He slipped his hand between them and ever so slightly ran a finger over Jimmy Junior who responded in ernest. House closesd his eyes as need, love, desire and pure animal lust made his body ache to crawl on top of James. He licked his lips and took a couple of deep breaths before touching little Jimmy again and finding him completely at attention.
Wilson woke with a needy moan and opened his eyes to see Greg's eyes on his with flushed cheeks as his hand rubbed little Wilson. His hips rolled into the hand against his better judgement. "Shit," he muttered, "what are you doing?" he asked half awake.
"I woke up to you poking me in the leg and thought I'd give you a hand," House said rubbing him for emphasises.
Wilson felt his stomach twist as the night before rushed through his mind and the usually ideal situation turned making him feel sick. "Don't worry about me," he said pulling away from Greg as his muscles tightened.
House saw the look of disgust on James's face as he pulled back and his hope vanished. "Right, in the light of day what the fuck was I thinking," he said bitterly pulling the cover tight around him like a cacoon.
Wilson was already getting out of the bed when he heard House's mumbled statement and turned to see him wrapped up tighter than a mummy. He opened his mouth with a sharp tongue but closed it before he said anything as he saw the live mummy shiver. Greg was insecure, sick and afraid; the last thing he needed was to have barbs thrown at him. "After last night I need time, okay. It's not that I don't love you but I have to get that image of you laying there unconious out of my mind. God have mercy on me, I've got to get the image of me HURTING you out of my fucking mind," he said as his hands trembled some.
House rolled his eyes, "I'm fine, I told you that," he gritted out through clenched teeth.
"Well I guess that should surprise me since you're the fucking Rape Queen!" Wilson yelled darkly before his eyes widened at his own words and he covered his mouth with a shaking hand. "I can't... believe I said that," he mumbled as he walked up to the bed to House, whose eyes were closed tight. He put a hand on the cacoon and could feel it cringe away form him, "I didn't mean that," he whispered.
"Yes you did," House said without inflection opening his cold eyes to meet James's. "At least you're fucking being honest for once in your ballless life," he said ripping the cover from around him and sitting up so he was eye to eye with James. "You're pissed at me for being raped. You blame me for letting them rape me," he stated to see James shake his head in denial. "Yes you do! You fucking thought I enjoyed it," he said with anger in his eyes. "Quit lying to me and just get it all out. Yell at me, hit me, whatever the fuck you have to do to get over being pissed at me because I was raped because I'm tired of this shit."
"You want to know why I'm pissed? I'm pissed that you MADE me RAPE you," Wilson growled grabbing House's shirt
House smirked his cold eyes cutting into James, "Oh, darling, don't flatter yourself," he said in a sickeningly sweet voice. "You might have some... darker desires," he said his eyes changing with the words with undeniable knowledge as he put his lips to James's ear, "but you couldn't rape someone if your life depended on it because you can't stop yourself from caring," he whispered his dark blue eyes never leaving James's.
Wilson pushed House back against the bed with irritation at the mans fucking ego and climbed on top of him. "You think you know everything, everyone but you don't! You don't know what I'm capable of," he said glaring down at House with anger.
House felt his cock getting excited at the proposition of James sitting on him even while the rest of his body shuttered at the implication of James's words. "I can get you off with out lifting a finger," he said as his heart raced.
"You're fucking hard," Wilson said with disgust as he realized what the hard ridge he was sitting on was on Greg's stromach, "you like this," he accused.
House's face flushed, "Morning wood, does not a masacist make," he said with a glare, "and just so I know was I better than Brandon at least?"
Wilson's mouth fell open at the question, "I didn't sleep with him," he said with guilt.
"Your lips say no but those guilt ridden eyes of yours say yes," House said looking away, "and you still fucking smell of he colgne."
Wilson got off of the House, "Seriously, I didn't sleep with him, House and what does he have to do with..." his voice faded off as he suddenly understood why last night had happened.
House closed his eyes as his body shivered, "I could smell him on you," he said swallowing hard.
Wilson hated himself, "I didn't say anything because you asked me not to but I swear we didn't have sex.. at least not intercourse!"
"I'm going to be sick," House gritted out as he tried to get off the bed and flinched with still closed eyes as hands wrapped around him.
Wilson carried him to to the bathroom and Greg vomitted hard in the toilet. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
House spit the bile from his mouth as he held on to the toilet, "Do you love him more than me?" he asked staring in the bowl.
The question made Wilson pale as he shook his head, "NO! Greg, I don't love him at all," he said ademently.
House swallowed down some bile as he looked at James, "At least I'm Greg now, the guy you kind of like to consider fucking instead of House the friend you wish you'd never met," he said bitterly. "Jimmy boy, you can't stick your dick in something you don't at least like, that's how I know you couldn't rape someone. That's how I KNEW before you did when you were going to cheat so don't LIE to me, you fucking owe me that much."
"It started off as kiss and before I knew it I had him pinned to the wall with his pants down but as soon as I put one finger in him I stopped! I felt the inside of him and I thought of you and I stopped because I didn't want to hurt you," Wilson said to see tears running down the older mans face as he lurched. "I waited for you because I didn't want to share myself with someone else because I love you."
House glared at him, "And the hicky on your dick came from Santa Claus?" he asked sarcastically.
Wilson blushed
"I don't think you could survive it," Brandon said looking in James's damp eyes.
Wilson looked into those bright green eyes, "What's wrong with me?" he asked. "I love him and yet I still want you, there has to be something wrong with me."
"Your attracted to me and your smart enought to know I can handle you being sexually dominate better that Greg can, even if that isn't what your heart wants," Brandon said staring in those puppy brown eyes as he leaned in and kissed him.
Wilson gave into that kiss but pulled away shaking his head, "I have to save myself for him," he said with searching eyes.
Brandon nodded as he rested his forehead against James. "So we do something you've done before with a twist," he said with a smile against the mans ear.
"What did you have in mind?" Wilson asked with need.
Brandon pulled back, "I'm sure you've had a blow job before but I bet you've never facefucked a man before," he said falling to his knees infront of James.
Wilson watched as the man started to lick his cock through the pants and grabbed his hair pulling his head back roughtly and adrenaline flooded through him at the smile on Brandon's lips. "I say when you can have it," he said in a deeper voice then he usually spoke with. "You're not going to be as good as he is, but for once I'm not going to hold back," he said pulling more on the hair as he used the other hand to undo his pants.
House watched as Wilson stared off into the living room with a frown and he followed the gaze confused at first then disgusted. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me, tell me you didn't do it in my place," he asked with out hope.
Wilson winced at the question looking down at Greg, "It was just a blow job," he said with guilt ridden eyes, "and he wasn't anywhere near as good as you are," he said knowing that didn't make it right but still thinking Greg ought to know the truth.
House flushed the toilet and tried to stand up but he was too weak to and when James's hand grabbed his arm he shook it off, "Get off me, I don't want your help," he said stubbornly.
Wilson squated down beside him, "Look at me please," he begged to see the bloodshot blue eyes on his and his throat tightened. "I suck, quite literally, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. Just like what you did last night doesn't mean you love me any less, it might mean we're both pretty fucked up in our own ways," he said pausing as he thought, "actually I'm pretty certain it means we're fucked up." He said giving Greg a grim look, "But the point is that we love eachother and I'm still going to be here to help you."
House wanted to argue that what he'd done and what James had done were completely different and it was true, but the result was the same. The'd both hurt eachother when they'd both done what they did to try and avoid hurting one another. He reached out for James who gratifully helped him to his feet and held him against him on wobbly legs. "Was I really better than him," he mumbled and sniffled.
Wilson used his free hand to move Gregs face to look at his, "Yes, I've never met anyone that even comes close, emotionally or physically," he answered honestly.
"James," House said in a sigh, "I know this is all emotional and breaking and healing stuff.. but I really need to go to the restroom," he said with embarrasment.
They were already in the restroom and Wilson knew that what he really meant was that he needed help on the toilet. "That's okay, you never need to feel embarrassed to ask for help," James said helping Greg to get closer to the toilet and started to move his hand to the mans pants.
"Tell me that when you're the one having to ask for it, and I can get my own fucking pants," he said turning his face away as James lowered him to the toilet.
With his arms wrapped around Greg's chest Wilson stopped a couple of inches above the toilet giving the man a patient, yet pointed look.
House blinked at him in slight confusion, "I secretly admit to finding you quite cute when you force me to pay your little kissing tax to get on the bed and things like that but the toilet," he cringed, "doesn't really have the same effect," he explained looking up that Wilson.
Wilson let out an amused scoff, "I'm waiting on you to pull down your pants," he said and smirked, "but I'll take a kissing tax if you're willing to pay it."
"I'll do it after I'm on the toilet and your out of the room," House said firmly, trying to protect James.
Wilson's eyes searched his, "Why? What's wrong?" he asked as panic filled him and he held Greg tighter.
"James," House said seriously in a warning tone, "put me down."
Wilson knew the right thing to do was to let Greg go and respect his privacy and wishes, but he couldn't stop thinking about how Greg had hidden his side from him only to find out later it was cancer. It was wrong on EVERY level to use House's vulnerable state and his obvious power over the man in his favor and he was sure he'd hate himself for it but he didn't let go. "Last time you refused to let me see something you had cancer," he whispered with fear.
House tried to brush the emotion behind James's words off and sighed, "No, last time I kept something from you it was scars," he corrected to see the brown eyes grow even more concerned. "You promised not to do this," he said with dissappointment to see Wilson's eyes refuse to meet his and he swallowed hard as he wondered why he'd expected anything different. His heart twisted in revusion as the illiusion that James thought of him as an equal was shattered and he pulled his pants down with a clentch jaw and damp eyes that starred at the ground.
Wilson placed Greg on the toilet seat and let go to see dark bruised on the mans hipbone and legs and he felt sick as he realized they were from where he'd held on to Greg during... sex? Sex didn't seem to fit the discription of what they'd done last night, the brutality and crassiness of it was like nothing he'd ever experienced.
House felt his face redden in embarrassment and shame at how pathetic he was to let himself be tricked into such a situation. He was angry at himself for believing that Wilson could ever really see him as something more than the ego boosting distraction he'd always used him for during times of stress or bordom. Wilson's eyes felt invading and smug to him as they starred at his nudeness openly. "Am I allowed to empty my bowels and bladder without an audience or did you want to watch that too?" he asked his voice flat.
Wilson shook his head and ran out of the bathroom closing the door as he went and threw up in the kitchen trash can. He'd fucked Greg's unconscious body so hard he'd made him bleed and left bruises on him. What kind of monster had he turned into that he could HURT someone during sex, and not just anyone, Greg? Brandon's words haunted him, "James, it's one thing for a stranger to hurt you and it's a whole other animal for someone you love to do it. I can tell you from personal experience you don't want to be responsible for hurting him like that..." Wilson shuttered and rinsed his mouth out.
House flushed the toilet and James walked back in looking paler than he had before he'd left. James lifted him without words, cradling him like a child and put him down on the couch then went to the kitchen. House's mind left his own worries as he watched James start cooking in the kitchen in silence with loss on his handsome features. What had happened in the short amount of time that had left his Jimmy so tortured? When he saw a tear running down the mans cheek he sat up with alarm and concern. "Jimmy," he said as fear made his heart race.
Wilson couldn't stop the tears as he buckled falling into a sobbing mess on the ground at the realization that he had in all practical terms raped Greg.
House's eyes widened as he quickly dropped off the couch to the floor and crawled over to James who was crying so hard he was gasping for air. "James, breath," he said sitting beside the man as his hands cupped the mans face.
"I...hurt... you," Wilson managed to say between tears as he looked up at his sweet Gregory.
House's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "I'm fine," he said as he worried that maybe James was suffering from illusions.
Wilson cried harder grasping Greg's arm, "I... ra...raped you," he said his eyes sick and haunted. His hand let go of Greg's thin arm and he rubbed the side of Greg's face, "My sweet baby," he said struggling to breath.
Shock hit House at the statement. James was torn up over a few bruises and a spotting of blood, the thought that he'd hurt him was crippling him. House's hands dropped from his face as he blinked at the man in wonder. He felt lost at what he was suppose to do, comforting wasn't something he was really good at in the first place. His emotions were drowning him; love for James was the strongest but so was pain, fear, admiration and desire. "You didn't rape me," he said seriously with deep concern.
Wilson clasped Greg's hand in his, "I did," he sobbed as a fresh hot wave of tears flooded out of him.
House didn't know why he find this attractive in a weird way, but he had a huge urge to kiss the man hard and never stop. Maybe he was still horny from this morning or... maybe the idea that he meant so much to James that the thought he'd hurt him turned him into a sobbing mess was the most moving thing he'd ever seen. "Marry me," he said with glassy eyes before he kissed James tenderly on the lips.
Wilson's brain stopped along with the rest of the world. Had?...no, no.. no, he'd miss heard or gone insane. Either one of those things were more probable then what he'd sworn he'd heard leave Gregory's lips before they ever so gently went to work on his. He gasped as the man nipped his bottom lip a little harder than usual and their eyes met. His eyes searched his lovers to see love, fear and a deep desire in them and he kissed the man back. Wilson felt tears fall from his closed eyes but this time it was for a completely different reason. He pulled back to see Greg panting as his hips were grabbed by the man positioned so he was sitting on Greg's lap before his mouth was kissing him again. He could feel the mans hardness under him as the cold hands slipped up his tee-shirt causing pleasant tingling sensations that made his skin crawl with need.
House couldn't believe what he'd said, it had been as natural and automatic to say as it would be for a drowning man to take a breath of air once they broke the surface of the water. He'd never thought he'd say those words to anyone but he had to James in a tearfest on his kitchen floor and he'd meant it. He loved the man beyond words, emotions, logic, and life it's self. So how the hell was he going to handle the rejection that was sure to follow when Wilson finally got a chance to answer him? There was a simple solution though, keep kissing James for the rest of his life so the man never got that chance to respond.
Wilson pulled back gasping for air as he looked at Greg, "Did you mean it?" he asked looking in those deep blue eyes to feel the man pulling him back into a kiss. He put his hand on Greg's chest to keep them from kissing again and could feel the pounding of Greg's heart. "Talk to me about this," he begged.
House tried to keep his face neutral though his heart was breaking, "There's nothing to talk about when the answers no," he said harsher than he'd intended to.
He'd meant it... House... Greg.. the man in front of him had asked (more like commanded) him to marry him. "Yes," he answered from his heart to see Greg's eyes widen in shock.
House couldn't believe it and suddenly he chuckled, "Yes," he repeated amused and over joyed. "Yes!" he exclaimed with smile
Wilson felt his heart flutter at the smile on Greg's face, it was like peeking into heaven. He laughed, "Well you found the perfect time and way to ask, how could I say no," he chuckled.
House pulled James into a hot deep kiss as he started taking off the mans shirt when the smoke alarm went off. He felt James start to pull away but gripped his hips tightly rolling them against his lap as his tongue darted into Jimmy's mouth to silence his protest.
Wilson laughed as he tried to pull back as cold hands and a delightfully sinful tongue fought to keep him there. After a fifteen second struggle he finally wiggled himself free, "I can't have you burning up in a fire," he said with a wolfish smile as he stood up.
House eyes saddened as he stuck out his bottom lip, "But what about the fire that's already in my pants," he said pointing to his obvious erection, "you promised to use your special hose, remember?" he asked in a child like voice.
"Real fires first, penis fires later after you've had something to eat," Wilson said in a father like tone as he grabbed the handle of the skillet that had burning eggs in it and tossed it in the sink of water. He turned to see Greg still sitting there with a sullen look as the alarm kept blaring. He climbed on top of the island in the kitchen and turned off the alarm but when he got down to help Greg back to the living room the man was gone. A quick glance around showed him that Greg was in the living room already still on the floor leaning back against the couch as he watched TV. Wilson's mouth opened to say something and then closed it, he wasn't sure what had happened but he felt guilt hit him as if he'd missed something important. He'd known Greg had wanted to bask in the moment and he had too but the burning food and fire had to be dealt with and Greg really needed to eat and... he still wasn't ready to have sex with him after last night. He swallowed and hoped the man would understand as he started cleaning up the mess and getting ready to cook another batch.
House looked over at Jimmy when the water started going as the man cleaned out the skillet and he knew what was to come. James had a good excuse for stopping the make out session, a very valid and logical excuse but he'd had a better excuse to keep going with the make out session, love. He had just proposed to him and that was more fucking important than a stupid smoke alarm. So why had James turned his attention to the alarm? The answer was obvious, the man wanted an excuse to stop it and therefore had doubts about the two of them. He didn't know how soon it would come but he was positive that the proposal was going to be rejected as soon as James had time to really think about how he felt. He sighed looking back to the TV to see a frog get eaten by an alligator and felt a little more contempt for the alligator than was justified.
Breakfast had passed in silence as they ate and Greg took his pills. Greg had felt James giving him long guilt ridden glances and James had felt the coldness of Greg's shoulder. When they were both done James picked up the plates to clean them and Greg stretched out on the couch as he started playing a video game. James joined him after thirty minutes and watched the game in silence. Hours passed like that, both of them avoiding directly speaking to one another out of fear of what was on the others mind and before James knew it he was back in the kitchen fixing lunch for the two of them.
When he was done cooking he walked into the living room to tell Greg lunch was ready, to see the man shaking a fist at him back and forth. He stared at Greg with confusion at the fist with his thumb up between the index and middle finger before he understood. "I didn't know you knew sign language," he said getting the wheelchair to the couch for Greg.
House shrugged, "I was bored one week and decided that since it's a universal language it might be interesting to know it," he said trying to help James as the man moved him into the wheelchair. "I just thought it would be a little easier on my pride to sign it than to keep asking you to take me to the bathroom."
Wilson walked behind Greg as the man had to put out a visible effort to roll the chair into the bathroom, "Was it?" he asked with interest and concern.
"It feels like holding up a white flag and shaking it," House said tentatively, "but it's a little easier," he agreed.
"I'm glad," Wilson said wrapping his arms around the other man to help him stand and then lowing him on the toilet. This time he didn't stop above the lid, he really didn't want to see the damage he'd caused. "Lunch is ready, I'll just put it on the table and you can give me a call when you're done," he said with a reassuring smile and left.
"What do you think about me catering the Wedding?" Wilson said out of no where while they were eating lunch.
House almost choked but recovered to blink at James. "Like those macadamia pancakes you make?" he asked thinking about it.
Wilson's brow furrowed, "I was thinking more like a seafood or Italian buffet," he said in thought but the idea of making foods that he'd cooked specifically for Greg had a nice ring to it, "but I could do that."
"Genius idea," House announced with sparkling eyes, "You could make a lot of big one and make a maple cream cheese icing that you could layer between them and that could be our wedding cake!" He said with a smug smile.
Wilson thought about that, it was actually a pretty good idea. "Maple cream cheese icing... that's really good," he said and narrowed his eyes on Greg, "since are you a culinary artisan?"
House rolled his eyes, "I remember a certain Oncologist raving about my Hot Ginger Chicken Stir-fry back in the day, and those steamed shrimp and crab dumplings," he said holding his head high as he stuffed a big bite of pasta salad in his mouth.
Wilson had all but forgotten that Greg had actually been rather good in the kitchen back before the infarction when he'd cooked. So much had changed after the leg that he had a hard time remembering that there really was a whole different side of Greg that had been lost, maybe he could help recover some of that. "You could make some those dumplings," he suggested innocently.
House looked down at his plate, "Yeah right, I stopped cooking because I couldn't handle standing around in a kitchen for hours on end and I can't cook something like that from a wheelchair."
Wilson ate a couple of bites of his lunch in thought, "You could teach me how to make them," he suggested hesitantly glancing up at Greg.
House frowned, "I created those recipes after a week of trial and errors trying to recreate favorite dishes I'd seen being eaten during my time as a piece of luggage being dragged along on my fathers travels to grow his career."
"Seen eaten? How can you recreate a dish you're never tried?" Wilson asked skeptically.
House gave James a 'duh' look and his face became very expressive like that of an adult explaining something to a small child. "Well see, Jimmy, I know that this his hard for someone with your limited capabilities to understand," he said pointing to his head with a mock sympathetic smile, "but very little of what we perceive as tasting actually comes from what our taste buds, those tiny dots that cover our tongue," he said with his tongue stuck out pointing to the surface of it as James narrowed his eyes at him, "in fact most of what we think we are tasting is created by our mind from what we are," he took in a dramatic breath, "smelling," he finished pointing to his nose.
Wilson felt like slapping the man a little but let go of that thought as a valid argument came to his mind. "And what about texture on the tongue, firmness to the food, and ingredients used?" he asked with condescendingly with a smirk. "Are you telling me you could detect all of that from aroma?"
"I was a staving child, I watched people eat and cook with the same intensity that I now watch porn or look through and interesting case. I watched what the cooks used and what I couldn't tell I used common sense of the regions food to guess, as for the texture on the palette I watched how people put it in there mouth and counted number of chews for firmness. It is really quite elementary when you think about it, my dear, Wilson." House said self righteously.
Wilson's heart broke at the admission, I was a staving child. He'd never thought of what that would really be like. How it would be to watch others eat as your stomach chewed on it's lining or to smell dishes that made your stomach moan? It had to be torture for Greg as a child to watch food being eaten while he was left many times with only water to drink. He could see Greg's smirk fade as the man realized what his mind was focused on. "Elementary?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow, "So, does that make you Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" he asked in an attempt to avert Greg from they scent of sympathy that was wafting off him in waves.
House decided to avoid the tension the sympathy had brought in loo for conversation. "A genius who created a field for himself that until him was unheard of and used unconventional intelligence to figure out mysteries that left other professionals dumbfounded. A misanthrope of a man who indulged in drugs to dull his mind when the boredom of 'normal' life threaten to drive him insane." He said describing the fictional character, "A Holmes by any other name is just a House," he mused.
Wilson smiled at the Greg's play on words, "I guess that makes me Watson."
"The big hearted doctor who finds Holmes too intriguing to distance himself from. A man who easily sees all the faults in the man that the rest of the world does but also sees the mans hidden heart that everyone but him thinks he is void of. A charmer of ladies who falls in love with as much discrimination of that a dog might implore when marking his territory and yet no matter what woman he's with his devotion to Holmes still remains solid to pull him out of cocain dens or danger of worthy adversaries." House said as his eyes searched his lovers, "You know there has always been a lot of people who said that what Holmes and Watson had went beyond friendship, brotherhood, or even sanity. That the only way they're relationship could have survived everything they went through together was if they were completely taken with one another in a bond of love that extinguished all other things," he whispered seriously with penetrating eyes.
Wilson's heart burned at the sweet tender words. Greg might not always say sweet things but when he did it was done with the tenderness and passion that few others had the capability of experiencing. He stood up without a word then walked over the man and leaned down to kiss him. It wasn't a needy kiss or a desperate one. The kiss was slow and tender that spoke of love and comfort. His hands cupped Gregs head with a gentle force.
House took in a deep slow breath as the kiss ended still looking up at James. His skin literally aching to touch and be touched by the man, not in a sweaty hot dance of sex but in a leisurely caressing and cuddling of each other that spoke of love deeper than flesh.
Wilson watched as Greg took his hand and bowed his forehead to it with closed eyes. His eyes widened at the gesture that looked similar to that of a man in prayer then he kissed the back of the hand and looked at him with deep blue eyes that swam in emotions. Wilson swallowed as his heart moved to sit in his throat at the implications of the gesture. "Let me put this up real quick," he mumbled in a trance as he starred at the beautiful creature before him.
A small smile crept on Greg's lips, "I'll be in the bedroom," he said letting the mans hand slowly fall from his. He usually would have denied the request to pick up the dishes but he wanted a minute alone and now he would get it.
When Wilson walked into the bedroom he found Greg sitting in his wheelchair by the bed. He was happy not to find the man nude since he really wasn't ready for sex and his muscles relaxed as he walked over. "There is a tax to be paid," he said leaning down and kiss the man tenderly with a smirk before he wrapped his arms around Greg then lifted him onto the bed.
House spoke with his eyes of love as his hands move under the hem of James's shirt. He could feel the tightening of muscles and hesitation in the other man and his eyes pleaded for him to trust him. His hands slowly moved up James's torso taking the cloth of the tee shirt with them until warm smooth flesh was all that there was. House swallowed as he looked down at the mans flawless skin, so different from his own and he put a hand over the man's heart.
Wilson felt his eyes water at the gesture as he watched Greg literally touch his heart. When the hand slipped away he saw Greg close his eyes as he took off his own shirt as if afraid of what he might see. The vulnerability and insecurity those eyes held when they looked back at him made his heart ache as the man wrapped his thin arms around him. It took him a second to realize Greg was hugging him and he wrapped his arms around Greg's pale scarred skin to feel the man let out a relieved breath. He crawled up on the bed with Greg after that understanding they both wanted the same thing.
The two of them slipped under the cover facing each other. House pulled James's hand and put it over his heart, looking in the mans eyes and slipped a heavy ring on it.
Wilson pulled his hand back to him and stared at the ring. It was white gold a huge antique cushion cut high quality ruby in the center surrounded by twenty four diamonds on the side it had the emblem for the Marine Corps laid in yellow gold. He slipped the ring off and saw Lt. House engraved on the bottom of the band and Semper Fi Unit 2341 engraved on the inside under the stone. Wilson looked back at Greg speechless.
"It's the only ring I own," House said not quite sure what James thought of it. "I'll pick something out for you specifically as soon as I get the chance but," he paused putting the ring back on James's finger, "I wanted to see something on your hand of mine," he finished looking back up at James.
Wilson had given a lot of rings, but never had one given to him. "This is," he started then looked to Greg, "do you know how much this cost?" he asked.
"No, it was given to me by a unit I lead through some tough shit. I never considered selling it so I've never had it appraised and I don't buy jewelry enough to know. Why is it really cheap or something?" House asked with a shrug.
"No," Wilson said slowly taking the ring off to look at it more. "The clarity is at least VS, two carats, very good symmetry and finish, color is perfect red with medium dark tone and high saturation, looks to be natural and the antique cushion cut is exceptional. This stone alone is $60,000!" he exclaimed still staring at the ring. "Then there's 3/4th a carat of quality diamonds and the fact that this very heavy ring is done in 18 carat gold. This ring has to cost at somewhere close to $100,000," he said blinking at it and looking at Greg.
House smirked at James and the fact he looked like he was about to hyperventilate from the idea of it's worth. "Really," he said snatching it up from James's hand, "if I'd known it was that expensive I would have sold it. Don't worry, Jimmy, I'll get something a bit more appropriate for you," he said with a grin.
Wilson grabbed the ring back and put it on, "No, it's mine, you already said," he blurted to see Greg smiling fondly at him.
"Well, now I know how to keep it on you, Fiance" House said wrapping his arms around Jimmy.
