054. Air

Mine

The air in the room was thick with tension as Wilson stared challengingly at House. He didn't move, he didn't say another word; he merely waited for House's response to see whether he stayed for good or walked out and found a hotel to stay at until he could get a place of his own.

House stared back for a minute or two to see if he would back down but when he didn't, House's eyes dropped and he stared at the floor. Wilson still waited calmly. That wasn't a rejection; that was House realising he was serious.

But when the minutes of silence started to stretch and the air in the room got thicker and heavier, Wilson started to feel apprehensive. Finally he could take it no longer. He wanted House to make a decision, to say something. But this non-decision was apparently all he was going to get.

He let out a quiet, resigned sigh and got to his feet, refusing to look at House. He walked over to the suitcase he'd left at the door and looked down at it with something akin to defeat. He was just about to lean over and pick it up when he heard the step-thump of House's footsteps. He straightened and started to turn then he found himself grabbed by the arm and shoved against the wall, House pressing up against him solidly as his cane clattered to the ground.

"Mine," House growled as he attacked Wilson's mouth with his own before pulling away and biting, licking, kissing his way along Wilson's jaw.

"Mine," House growled again as he yanked Wilson's shirt out of his trouser and ran one hand up the warm skin underneath.

"Mine," House growled for a third time as he slid his other hand into Wilson's trouser and wrapped it around his hardening cock.

Wilson moaned under the sudden, very welcome assault and his head fell back against the wall with a light thunk as he gasped for air. His hips bucked forward and he grabbed at House's shirt with both hands, pulling him closer. He then grabbed House's wrists and pulled his hands away, turning them so that it was House that was pressed against the wall.

"Mine," he whispered as he kissed House ardently and pressed his hands against the wall before moving to kiss along House's neck to where the stubble ended and soft skin began.

"Mine," he said softly as he slid his hands under House's t-shirt and ran his fingernails over his nipples, smiling as the soft curse he garnered from that action.

"Mine," he said in a normal tone of voice, looking into House's eyes before leaning in to kiss him again.

The kiss swiftly moved from gentle to passionate to fierce and when they finally broke apart, they were both gasping for air.

"Stay," House said as his forehead came to rest on Wilson's shoulder.

"Yes," Wilson replied with a smile.