041. Sweat

Answers and Consequences

Sweat gathered on Wilson's top lip and he absently licked it off as he stared down at the cane that was pinning him to the wall of his office. It was safer to look there. Safer than looking at the blue eyes that were filled with an intense question he wasn't sure he wanted to answer. He knew the answer; he just wasn't sure he wanted to speak it aloud. It would change things, end things, start things. Take him out of the safe place he'd lived his life and into something far less defined, far more risky…and maybe far better.

"Look at me," House growled.

Wilson slowly raised his gaze from the end of the cane to the man standing in front of him. His breath caught at the myriad of emotions that were visible in House's normally guarded eyes.

"Answer me," House said, still in that growl.

Wilson hesitated; he wanted more time to think about this, consider the consequences, but it seemed House had had enough and wasn't going to let him have that time. He was still staring into House's eyes and as his hesitation stretched, he saw the hurt and despair start to appear and all of a sudden he knew. He could debate the consequences all he liked but one thing was certain. This was likely going to be his only chance. If he said no or wait or can I think about it, it would be gone, never to return.

He felt the pressure from the cane start to lessen and House started to move and Wilson reached forward and grabbed House's t-shirt.

"Yes," he yelped before taking a deep breath and repeating that in a calmer voice. "Yes."

House froze and stared at him for a long moment. Wilson stared back, letting his face relax into warm amusement. House stared a moment longer then he lowered his cane and stepped forward, pressing his body against Wilson's and leaning forward to kiss him.

Wilson moaned at the combination of the feel of House's warm body and the sensation of House's lips against his, House's stubble brushing his face, House's hands pulling his shirt out of his pants and sliding up the sides of his body.

House's mouth worked its way along his jaw and up to the sensitive skin under his ear, biting down gently then licking the abused skin as their hips met, erections rubbing together instinctively. It took several moments for Wilson to realise that House was tugging at his suit jacket and he shifted enough to allow House to pull it off. His tie disappeared a moment later then House was hastily undoing the buttons of his shirt. He was about to protest when House's mouth shifted again and closed on one of his nipples and his protest turned into a choked, inarticulate cry.

Wilson buried one hand into House's hair while the other plucked at the other man's shirt. House pulled away long enough to yank his own shirt off then he was back, skin against skin, mouth claiming Wilson's fiercely. Wilson ran his hands up House's back, for once not even registering the differences in musculature as he returned the kiss.

He felt House's hands undoing his belt and pants and, as any protests he might have had had died the moment House attacked his nipple, he eagerly returned the favour, yanking down House's jeans and boxers as far as he could. He moaned and his head fell back against the wall with a muted thunk when House closed his hand around both of their cocks. House seemed to take this as an invitation to molest his neck and Wilson could do nothing more than whimper and mutter incoherent words as he thrust into House's hand, his hands burying themselves into House's hair again.

He felt his orgasm building and he gasped a warning, "Greg!"

House growled and captured his mouth again, his hand speeding up and pulling them both into completion. Wilson slumped against the wall, feeling the sweat on his back, and House collapsed against him, burying his face in his neck.

Wilson let one hand drift down to stroke House's back soothingly. He knew they'd both have to move soon for various reasons but for now he wanted to stay where they were. While they were here he didn't have to think about the consequences of the decision he'd just made.