035. Loud
In The Heat Of The Night
People at the hospital had many opinions about House and Wilson but one of the major ones was that House was loud and Wilson was quiet. House was always arguing with anybody who crossed his path, yelling at patient's families, berating his team, demanding things from Cuddy and bantering with Wilson. On the other hand, Wilson was polite to his patients and their families, he was charming with nearly everyone and was considerate of others and for some reason he chose to spend a great deal of time with House making quiet quips in reply to other man's loud comments.
No one would have believed that in bed at night House was nearly silent. His harsh panting breaths and near silent moans as he arched into Wilson's touch were the only noise he made. His demands were made in subtle movements and the look in his eyes and Wilson knew how to read them the way others knew how to read hieroglyphics. House's silence during sex spoke louder than any words he might have uttered because it gave the clearest indication that House wasn't thinking of anything other than what they were doing. His mind was focused on what he was doing and Wilson loved nothing more than to be the sole focus of House's extraordinary mind.
Nor would they have believed that Wilson was loud. And not just loud. He was demanding, issuing orders and insistent commands. He was almost coarse; filthy, lewd words spilling from his perfect mouth in encouragement and praise. He moaned and cursed and even screamed when House did things right. And House loved it; he loved seeing the oh-so-perfect Boy Wonder become completely unravelled. He loved seeing the almost anally neat Dr Wilson looking mussed, debauched and thoroughly sated. He loved that he was responsible for it and no one else.
They let everyone have their opinions. They didn't care what others thought about them. They knew the truth.