006. Floor
Without Touch
House tilted his head back and moaned, the floor warm and slick under his sweaty back. He reached up with one hand and dragged Wilson's head down, capturing his mouth in a hard, biting kiss. The other hand slid down Wilson's side then around to caress his arse. Wilson pulled away from the kiss to add his own moan. House looked back down to where Wilson was straddling him and bit off a strangled curse.
It was without a doubt, hands down, the hottest thing House had ever seen. They were both naked and Wilson was straddling his thighs, one hand bracing himself against the floor, the other reaching behind and preparing himself. After having pulled away from the kiss, Wilson now had his bottom lip clenched between his teeth and his eyes were closed.
"Jimmy," House said hoarsely, caught between entreaty and demand.
Wilson's eyes flickered open, dark with lust, and he brought the hand that he'd been using to stretch himself around and ran his slick fingers down House's erection. House moaned again and his hips jerked slightly, the movement enough to jar his bad leg and keep him from completely embarrassing himself. He slid his hands along Wilson's hips and was about to pull him forward when Wilson grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away. Wilson pulled his hands over his head and pressed his wrists against the floor. House moaned again as their erections brushed momentarily.
"Keep them there," Wilson said, his voice thick with lust.
House was about to make a pithy reply when Wilson ran his hands down his arms to his shoulders then scraped his fingernails over his nipples. House arched and gasped. He was about to move his hands, to grab at Wilson's shoulders, anything, when Wilson slid his hands back up to House's wrists.
"Keep them there," Wilson said firmly then he smiled, a slow, almost voluptuous smile, and House nodded.
"Good," Wilson said smoothly.
He let his hands trail back down House's arms and down his chest then he braced against the floor and shifted forward. He reached down and took House's cock in his hand then slowly…agonisingly slowly…lowered himself down onto it.
It took all of House's self-control not to grab at Wilson's hips and speed things up. Instead he clenched his hands into fists above his head and swore quietly, unable to drag his eyes away from what Wilson was doing. When Wilson had finally taken him all in, he paused, both hands now braced against the floor, panting and shivering slightly.
"Jimmy," House said through gritted teeth as he struggled not to thrust. "I need…let me…touch."
Wilson raised his head and smiled. He shook his head once. "No."
"Jimmy," House said again, his voice all entreaty.
Wilson shook his head again then sat up, drawing a groan from both of them. He then raised himself up slowly before slamming down, hard and fast. House gave a hoarse cry and his arms jerked as he fought his every instinct. Again and again Wilson repeated his action, his breath coming in sharp pants and grunts, until he shifted slightly and wrapped a hand around his dick. It took only three sharp pulls before he was coming, semen spattering over House's chest, his arse clenching suddenly around House's cock. The sight and the feel were enough to send House over the edge and he thrust up as best as he could as he came, his hands clenched into fists so tight he could feel his nails pressing into his palms.
Wilson caught himself before he could collapse on top of House and slowly lowered himself to one side on shaky arms. He slid one hand up the arm closest to him and slowly drew it down with soft murmurs. House shuddered and grabbed at his lover, dragging him back on top of his body, raising his head to bury his face in Wilson's neck, his hands wrapped around Wilson's biceps in a convulsive grip. He breathed in the scent of sweat and sex and Wilson and shuddered again, barely feeling Wilson's hands running soothing caresses over his face, his shoulders, his arms, his chest.
House let his head fall gently back onto the floor again and Wilson mirrored his previous move by burying his face in House's neck. House let go of Wilson's arms and let his hands splay out over his lover's back, the feel of the warm, smooth skin under his hands and the faint puff of breath on his neck filling him with contentment.