This is a sequel to Cane 2 - Omniscience and Hospital 2 - There's An Us? and it is definately rated M for smutty mcsmut! grins So be warned!

032. Sunset

End Game

House sat on his piano stool and let the red light from the setting sun wash over him. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly, one finger tapping the beat of the jazz playing in the background against his good thigh. He closed his eyes and let the warmth of the rays shining through the window sink in.

The interlude in his office this afternoon with Wilson seemed distant and slightly surreal and he wondered if it had really happened. Perhaps it was something he'd dreamed? A playful, teasing Wilson was a rare thing…or rare since the infarction. Before Wilson had always been willing to play games and have fun but after…well, after there was always that undercurrent of concern and worry that tended to take the playful aspect out of it. He'd missed it. Hadn't realised how much until Wilson had turned up this afternoon with his meandering tale of overheard nurses and fake innocent expressions.

"You're thinking too much," came the low voice from in front of him.

He gave a start as a hand rested briefly on his shoulder before drifting up to caress his cheek and his eyes flew open. He felt something twist in his chest at the sight before him.

Wilson was standing in front of him, much the same way as he had that afternoon. The red light from the sunset was washing over him and he had a small, warm smile on his face. But his eyes…his eyes were full of emotions House had always thought he'd never see directed at him. Another damn wife maybe…but not him.

"Not sure that's possible," he said, inwardly cursing the hoarse sound of his voice.

Wilson's smile became rather impish. "That sounds suspiciously like a challenge."

Something lurched inside House and he gave Wilson a small but very genuine smile. "Take it how ever you want."

Wilson raised an eyebrow then leaned forward and brushed his lips across House's. "Have you eaten?" he asked as he pulled away.

House shook his head silently. "Not hungry."

Wilson's smile became slightly predatory. "Good."

Wilson stepped back and held out a hand to House, the look in his eyes expectant. House stared down at the hand for a long moment then took it and allowed Wilson to pull him to his feet. Wilson didn't say anything, just smiled and tightened his grip on House's hand. House grabbed his cane with his unclaimed hand and allowed Wilson to draw him into the bedroom and right up next to the bed. Once there, Wilson let go of House's hand and plucked at the hem of his t-shirt.

"Can I?" he asked with a mix of eagerness and hesitation.

House smiled and nodded. Wilson's answering smile was bright with happiness and a hint of lust. He plucked the cane out of House's hand and leaned it against the bedside table before turning back and sliding his hands under House's shirt and resting them on his stomach. He then ran them up House's chest, rucking up his t-shirt and scraping his fingernails over House's nipples. House's sharply indrawn breath and whispering moan at that were a balm to Wilson's soul and he repeated the action just because he could. He quickly pulled House's t-shirt off then leaned in and ran his tongue over one of House's nipples.

"Fuck, Jimmy," House said with a gasp and his hands grabbed at Wilson's shirt. "Take this off."

Wilson pulled back and smiled. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt then pulled it off, dropping it to the floor behind him. He smiled again when House's eyes darkened then let out a shuddering breath when the older man's hands came up and caressed his chest and shoulders. His eyes fluttered closed when House's hands cupped his face and drew him close. The kiss was soft at first, as if House was trying to work out if this was real, but when Wilson returned it with enthusiasm, the kiss soon turned fierce, with House nipping at his lower lip and claiming his mouth.

As suddenly as it started, the kiss ended. Wilson opened his eyes to find House standing with his eyes closed, his mouth a thin, slightly grim line.

"Greg?" he said softly.

House's eyes opened and Wilson saw the pain shadowed in them. For a moment his heart lurched then House gave a wry twist of a smile.

"Bed," was all he said but Wilson understood.

"No clothes," he said in reply, his eyes twinkling.

"Good idea," House said, the twisted smile becoming more genuine when Wilson didn't make an issue of what had happened.

"All my ideas are good," Wilson replied, struggling to swallow a grin as he started undoing the button and zip of House's jeans. He knew he was going to get quite the response to that comment which would distract House away from what was bothering him.

"You've made at least three bad decisions that I know of," House replied sardonically, grabbing at Wilson to steady himself while the younger man stripped his jeans off.

"They weren't bad decisions," Wilson replied patiently, turning his attention to House's boxers. "At least not when I made them."

"This is a bad decision," House said flatly though he made no attempt to stop Wilson.

Wilson paused after he stripped off House's boxers then slowly stood, running his hands up House's legs and sides. When he was standing and looking House in the eyes again, he spoke.

"No, I think this is the first unreservedly good decision I've made in a long time."

"I'm bad at this. Ask Stacy."

"We've already been together longer than you were with Stacy," Wilson replied, stepping back slightly and undoing his own pants. "And if you didn't think this was going to be part of the natural progression of our friendship then you should have stopped flirting with me years ago."

That got a small, amused smile from House.

"Wasn't entirely sure you noticed that," he said, his eyes travelling down Wilson's body with open appreciation.

"I noticed," Wilson replied as he stepped out of his own boxers. "I just wasn't sure if you were serious or just yanking my chain."

"I'd like to yank something," House said with a leer as he pushed the sheets back and sat down on the edge of the bed then scooted over.

Wilson rolled his eyes. "Yes, that's it. Bring this down to the level of the tawdry with comments like that."

"Tawdry?" House said with narrowed eyes. "Have you been reading Cuddy's romance novels?"

He patted the bed next to him and waggled his eyebrows ridiculously.

"No, I have not…" Wilson said then he broke off and grinned. "Cuddy reads romance novels?"

House snorted and grabbed Wilson's wrist, yanking him down on the bed. Wilson fell onto the mattress with a quiet 'oomph' and an exasperated look.

"Did you have to do that?"

House looked utterly unrepentant then he smirked at Wilson and wrapped one hand around his erection.

"You were wasting time thinking about Cuddy's deplorable reading material," he said, his eyes becoming half-lidded with pleasure.

Wilson shuddered at the sight in front of him and shifted around so that he was lying on his side. He reached out and gently pushed House's hand away before replacing it with his own. He leaned forward and kissed House as he began a slow, firm stroking motion and House moaned into the kiss. When he felt an answering hand wrap itself around his own hard cock, he had to break away from the kiss and gasp, his head dropping down onto House's shoulder.

"W…want you," he muttered breathlessly.

He felt House jerk underneath him and the hand on his dick went still. He whimpered involuntarily but the hand stayed still.

"If you can figure out a way that's not going to hurt," came House's voice, hoarse and full of want.

Wilson didn't wait for a second invitation; he shifted House onto his left side then pressed himself up against House's back.

"Yeah, this might work," House said with a catch in his voice. "Top drawer."

Wilson rolled away for a moment and pulled open the top drawer on the bedside table. He raised an eyebrow at the half-empty bottle of lube then pulled it out.

"Do I want to know why this is half-empty?" he asked as he moved back towards House.

House snorted as he leaned back into Wilson's warmth. "You obviously have an over-inflated opinion of my sex life. The only companions my dick has had lately are my hand and a hooker."

Wilson dropped the bottle on the pillow and wrapped one arm around House, burying his face in his lover's neck as his hand drifted over House's chest and stomach in a series of light caresses. He then reached down and started slowly stroking House's cock again.

"Make that my hand, a hooker and your hand," House said in a slightly strangled tone.

Wilson licked a stripe up House's neck then lightly bit his earlobe, enjoying the hitched moan that caused.

"No more hookers," he murmured in House's ear.

"Not into threesomes, Jimmy?"

Wilson growled under his breath. "No."

House groaned as Wilson's hand disappeared then distracted himself by saying, "That sounded surprisingly possessive coming from a man like you."

He didn't get an immediate reply though from the sounds coming from behind him, Wilson wasn't being idle.

"Yes," came the eventual reply but House forgot the question at the feel of a slick finger sliding down the cleft of his arse.

"Fuck, Jimmy," he breathed as he let his forehead meet the pillow then he gingerly shifted his leg to allow Wilson better access.

"That's kind of the idea," Wilson replied; he kept his concentration on what he was doing in an effort to keep his own arousal under control. This was turning him on more than he thought possible and his heart was pounding at a rapid rhythm. Of all the scenarios he'd pictured for this moment, this hadn't exactly been at the top of the list. Not that he was complaining.

He deliberately kept things slow as he prepared House; partly to tease, partly because he needed the time to make sure he wasn't going to end things embarrassingly early. House's ongoing litany of curses and often filthy encouragement was both helping and hindering this process. Finally he decided enough was enough and he withdrew his fingers and shifted himself even closer.

He groaned and buried his face in House's shoulder as his dick slowly penetrated House's arse. The warmth was incredible and it was so tight that he was almost afraid he was hurting House.

"God, Greg…so…tight…shit!" he gasped as he stopped for a moment.

House growled when he did that and shoved backwards, giving a low groan as Wilson slid all the way in. Wilson grabbed House's hip in a bruising grip and held his lover still.

"How…long?" he gasped in an effort to regain some control.

House didn't even pretend that he didn't know what Wilson was asking. "A while," he said, his voice tense as he slowly started to undulate his hips to the best of his ability in an effort to get Wilson to move.

"A long while," Wilson countered as he gripped House's hip a little tighter to still the movement.

House turned his head enough that Wilson could see his grin. "A long while," he confirmed. "Now, for fuck's sake, get on with it."

Wilson leaned forward and kissed House, the action slightly awkward due to their position then he shifted House's leg forward a little further and wrapped his arm firmly around his lover's chest.

"Pushy," he murmured into House's ear. "Figures."

Before House could reply, he pulled out almost all the way then slammed back in hard. House's inarticulate cry was full of pleasure and Wilson grinned as he established a steady rhythm of smooth almost-withdrawal and hard thrusts. Then he slid his hand down and wrapped it around House's cock, stroking it in a matching pace. He wasn't going to last long and he was determined to take House with him.

His matching relentless rhythms pushed House over the edge first; one hand clenched in the sheets, the other gripping Wilson's arm tightly and litany of half-finished, incoherent words tumbling out of his mouth. Wilson followed almost immediately, unsure if it was the sudden tightening of House's arse around his cock or his lover's reaction that set him off.

For long time the only sounds in the room were those of breathing then House made a small indistinct sound and drew in a sharp breath. Wilson pulled away slightly, his softened cock slipping easily out of House's arse, then he leaned forward again.

"Where are they?" he murmured in House's ear.

House's eyes were closed, his hand clenching in the sheets for a new reason. He opened his eyes and Wilson saw the pain starting to win the battle against the last remnants of lazy pleasure.

"Coffee table," House rasped.

Wilson started to roll over and get out of bed but was stopped by House's sudden grip on his arm. He moved back and looked down questioningly. House shifted onto his back and pulled Wilson closer.

"Greg?" Wilson said quietly.

"Shut up," House replied, the look on his face belying the harshness of his words. He hesitated for a long moment then said quietly, his eyes strangely vulnerable. "I like you. Maybe…more."

Wilson blinked then remembered the conversation in House's office that afternoon.

"I know," he said with a smile. "The feeling's mutual."

House stared at him for a long moment, searching for something that he obviously found. He smiled briefly then let Wilson go.

"They're on the coffee table," he said, prodding his lover in the ribs abruptly.

Wilson rolled his eyes but obediently crawled out of bed. He'd know going into this that any tender moments with House were going to be brief and few so there was no point getting riled. He'd take what he could get and savour them when they happened.