004. First
Beyond Imagination
The fact that Wilson had actually envisioned what his first kiss with House might be like had always struck him as somewhat pathetic. The fact that he'd been married when he came up with this idealised first kiss probably made it even more pathetic. He'd never spoken to anyone about it; he had no intention of submitting himself to any kind of ridicule, censure or incredulity.
He'd pictured it at House's apartment. Maybe one night when House was feeling mellow and playing the piano. Maybe he'd get up and walk over, placing his hands on House's shoulders. For once House wouldn't stiffen, instead he'd relax and lean back. Maybe he'd tilt his head back, a mildly curious look on his face. Wilson would lean over and press a gentle kiss to his lips. It would all follow on, lazy and languid.
And yet in all of his imaginings he'd never quite pictured this.
He was pinned to the wall of his office, House's body heavy, hard and warm against his. House had laid claim to his mouth and was plundering it ruthlessly. Wilson could feel the stinging rasp of House's stubble on his skin and House's hands were clutching his hips with a bruising grip as he ground their erections together. His own hands were fisted in House's shirt as he moaned and writhed under House's ruthless assault. Somewhere near their feet on the floor lay House's cane and his tie and lab coat.
Then as suddenly as the kiss had begun, it ended. House ripped his mouth away and Wilson whimpered almost involuntarily, trying to follow and resume the kiss. House chuckled smugly and slid his hands up Wilson's sides as he pressed himself even closer. Wilson moaned again as his head dropped back against the wall, his hips bucking involuntarily against House's.
A moment later the weight and the warmth pressing him against the wall was gone. He whimpered and opened his eyes to see House bracing himself against the wall as he picked up his cane. He moved to grab House and drag him back but House evaded him with an agility he rarely saw these days and limped towards the door.
House paused with one hand on the door handle and looked back at Wilson, his eyes alight with desire and heat and his lips quirking into a smile.
"We'll finish this tonight," he said in a low voice full of promise before he opened the door and limped out.