So here we go with Chapter 5! I have to warn: this chapter is seriously rated M. If you prefer their love without the physical details, skip this chapter, it't not really important to the plot (cause, yes, I have a plot now!). Just know that they had sex and it was great! For the others who crave detailed descriptions of sexual relationships between gorgeous gay men (like me, andI'm not ashamed of it lol), I hope this chapter is satisfying. And I also hope I didn't go too far with the descriptions, I'm not used to the M rating...But anyway! Enjoy!
When Wilson entered House's office, he found it completely empty. For one frightened moment, Wilson thought his friend might've gone back to his apartment. Then he noticed House's coat lying on a chair nearby. He took a deep breath to calm his thundering heart. Not that it helped any.
He exited the dark room and walked in the silent corridors, his shoes squeaking against the floor as the only sound heard in the night. He looked in Cuddy's office, in the cafeteria, in the men's bathroom and even the morgue; you just never knew with House. About to give up and call it a night, he went to his own office.
There he was. Sleeping like a baby, on his couch, his mouth hanging half-open, his breathing deep and even in sleep. Wilson gazed fondly at the unmoving form for a minute of two. He approached the sofa as silently as he could and crouched beside his friend's frowning face. Wilson snorted. Even in sleep, House managed to be unhappy about something.
As he watched his sleeping friend, Wilson realized he was feeling quite tired himself. Pausing to yawn and take off his shoes, he then went to lie beside House. As he settled himself against his friend, House's eyes flew open and stared straight at him without blinking.
"What do you think you're doing?" House asked in an harsh and rough voice.
It's true that to wake yourself in such a position (on your back with your best friend lying half on top on your chest and his leg between yours when you're quite sure you went to sleep ALONE) must been somehow unsettling. Wilson smiled sheepishly but didn't move away. If anything, he only scooted closer.
"Well, you said I had to think, and then I could come back inside. So I did." He shrugged and smiled again as if that explained everything. But again, maybe it did, for him.
House frowned slightly. "Hmm, but I wasn't aware that was an invitation to use me as a pillow."
Wilson smiled again. "Well, since I know, now…".
House arched an eyebrow. "And what, pray tell, do you know?"
Wilson leaned closer, so that his mouth was at House's ear. "Everything," he whispered seductively has he laid his cloth-covered erection against House's hip.
House gasped at the hardness rubbing against his side and flipped them over so he was now lying between Wilson's parted legs. He grabbed Wilson's hands and held them above his head.
Wilson gazed up at him with eyes that shone with wanton desire. House smirked and said in a voice so deep and gravelly it almost sounded like a growl, "Alright, then."
And House plunged forwards, his mouth devouring Wilson's lips, biting, licking, nibbling, kissing like he could never get enough of it. Wilson had never felt anything as good as those heated and passionate kisses.
House let go of Wilson's hands and started undoing Wilson's shirt, while Wilson used his newfound freedom to trail his hands up and down the other man's sides, making House moan into their kiss. As their tongues battled for dominance, each man undressed the other until it was only hot skin everywhere caressing hands could reach.
Breaking the kiss, House attacked Wilson's pale throat and bit his collar bone. Wilson gasped and hissed as he felt teeth marking his skin and as the love bite was soothed by a rough tongue.
"Yes, please, oh god…" Wilson moaned when House sucked one of his nipples and pinched the other. So many sensations, everywhere, it was so good. But he needed more. Wilson moved his hips slightly so that their erections were aligned together, and trust. Once.
It was bliss like he'd never known. So he did it again. And again.
Moans and pleads filled the room as the two men rocked against each other. House had abandoned Wilson's nipples and was kissing him ardently again. It was so good and they knew it couldn't last long.
Wilson's orgasm hit him like a hurricane. He stilled as the pleasure overwhelmed him, every muscle in his body taunt to the point of breaking until the waves receded. As he tried to get his breathing back to normal, Wilson distinctly heard House cry out "Jimmy!" as he too succumbed to the pleasure.
Through the haze of his aftermath, Wilson felt the warm body of his lover roll off him. About to protest against the cold air now surrounding him, Wilson felt arms reach for him and roll him over so he was being comfortably lying with his head on House's chest, tightly held in his arms. Wilson fell asleep with the sound of his new lover's light snoring, breathing in the warm scent of skin and sex, a sated smile on his face.
