038. Touch
Gentle
Wilson breathed softly in the silence of the room as he ran his hands gently up House's back. Once he reached his shoulders he drew his hands slowly back down, letting his fingers feel where the tight, knotted muscles were. When he reached House's hips he spread his hands wide for a moment then returned to those tight spots and slowly began to work the knots out with firm deliberate strokes. As he worked he could hear House sigh and make small sounds of relief and he smiled gently.
He worked patiently, his hand stroking, caressing, easing, until he'd worked the last of those tense, knotted muscles out. He shifted on the bed and ran his hands lightly, almost teasingly, over House's arse, chuckling at the tiny moan he gained from that action. He ran his hands down House's left leg until he reached his foot then he began that slow massage once again.
The muscles in the left leg were tight; that leg worked hard when House walked and paid the price. Wilson had to dig his fingers in firmly in order to release the tension there and House twitched, gasped then sighed with relief as he worked. When he reached the top of the leg, he once again caressed House's arse before shifting his attention to the right leg.
He ran his hands down to the ankle and started again. If anything the tension in the muscles in this leg was worse. The calf muscles were tightly knotted and it took several minutes to get them to relax. He then shifted to the thigh and House tensed. Wilson paused and gently stroked House's hamstring, just barely touching it, until House relaxed and nodded almost imperceptibly. Wilson then began a gentle, delicate massage of the muscle.
When he finished he shifted again, gently urging House to turn over. The other man murmured something unintelligible and obeyed. Wilson caressed House's cheek then turned his attention to House's arms and hands. As he worked on easing the tense muscles he watched House's face, greedily absorbing the looks of pleasure and delight that his actions gained.
His gentle caresses down House's chest gathered similar looks with the added spectacle of quiet gasps when he ran his fingernails lightly over House's nipples. He delicately grazed his fingers over House's stomach, watching as the muscles jumped and quivered, then he trailed them over the man's hip bones. He returned to his massage on House's left leg working his way down and finally stroking the top of his foot.
On the right leg, he started at the foot and moved upwards, coming to a halt with one hand on House's right knee.
"Greg?" he murmured softly, the first word he'd spoken into the languid silence.
He received a short nod and a flash of blue eyes in reply.
He gently, carefully, ever so delicately began to work on the ruined muscle, firstly carefully attacking the whipcord tight adductors. House winced and drew in a sharp breath that he slowly and shakily released as Wilson's actions began to take effect. Wilson continued stroking until House had completely relaxed again then he moved over to the ruined quadriceps. Here he kept his touch to a mere caress, more an acknowledgment than an actual massage.
Wilson gave the scarred leg one final caress then, with a wicked look at the hint of blue he could see watching him, he gently closed one hand around the hard cock that he had up until that point been ignoring. House let out a breathless whimper and Wilson slowly began to move his hand up and down, using his thumb to spread the drops of pre-cum that beaded at the tip. He kept his rhythm steady and constant, drawing moans, gasps and whimpers from his lover. Finally he could bear it no longer and he wrapped his free hand around his own dick, matching the rhythm to the one he was using on House.
A muffled curse was all the warning he got before House's hips jerked erratically and he came, the hot liquid spilling over Wilson's hand. It took only three more strokes of his own cock before his own orgasm overcame him. He sagged where he was sitting until he caught his breath then he lazily reached for towel he'd tossed on the bed earlier. He cleaned them both up then lobbed the towel in the general direction of the bathroom. As he did so, a hand reached up and grabbed his wrist. He looked down to find House looking at him with a contented smile then the older man pulled him down to lie alongside him. Wilson curled into his lover and sighed when House wrapped his arms around him. He buried his face into House's neck and they lay there, the silence settling over them once more.