041. Sweat

Hot

The heat and humidity of the summer day hung heavy in the air and House mentally cursed his broken air-conditioning as he lay flat on his bed. The repair man wouldn't be able to get out until the next day and House was sure that whatever he would have paid to get the repairs done on a Saturday was going to be twice as much on a Sunday. As sweat trickled down his face and bare chest he decided he didn't care anymore. The bedroom was the coolest room in the apartment and he'd retreated here and stripped down to his boxers as soon as he'd been told he was going to have to wait for the repairs to be done.

He contemplated getting up and getting in the shower, standing under the cold water might just do him some good. Then his leg twinged and he vetoed that idea immediately. The humidity wasn't doing much for his leg; it ached and throbbed even more than usual and he had actually gotten to the point where he was very wary about taking any more Vicodin.

He heard the sound of a key in the door and tilted his head. He wasn't worried, there was really only one person it could be and he was right.

"House?" Wilson's voice called from the living room. "Damn! It's hot in here."

House didn't bother answering since he could hear Wilson's footsteps approaching the bedroom. He tucked a hand behind his sweat-soaked head and looked over at the doorway. Wilson appeared in a few seconds and blinked when he saw the near-naked House lying there. The room was dim but Wilson was standing in the corridor and that was still well-lit. As such House couldn't miss the look of surprise, want, desire and lust that washed over Wilson's face. His dick twitched in response and he also didn't miss the fact that Wilson had clearly seen that as well.

As he watched Wilson seemed to search for something in his face. He plainly found whatever he was looking for because in a sudden move, he pulled his tie off and let it fall to the floor. When he began unbuttoning his shirt, House managed to find his voice.

"Are you sure?" he said hoarsely, knowing there was no point denying his attraction. His now hard cock, plain to see in just the boxers, made denial an impossibility.

Wilson gave him a slow smile and he shrugged out of his shirt and unbuckled his belt. "Oh, yeah."

Wilson let his trousers fall to the floor and kicked them off along with his shoes. He bent down and pulled his socks off and when he stood, House could see that Wilson was as hard as he was.

"Come here," House said in what was almost a growl and Wilson grinned as he slowly walked over to the bed.

"God, it's hot in here," Wilson said idly as he crawled onto the bed and straddled House's hips, his hands coming to rest near his shoulders.

"You have no idea," House replied, running his hands down Wilson's sides and over his arse.