039. Sink
The Domestic Male
Wilson walked into House's apartment and let his bag drop to the floor with a sigh of relief. He pulled off his coat and hung it up then walked into the living room, pulling off his suit jacket and tie as he did. He was mildly surprised to find that House wasn't there, slumped on the sofa and watching television, and even more surprised when he heard a low slushing sound followed by clinking from the kitchen. He took his tie off and tossed it over the back with his suit jacket then rolled up his sleeves as he headed into the kitchen.
He came to a sudden, surprised halt as he walked in. House was standing at the sink, washing the last three days worth of dishes that Wilson had been gritting his teeth and leaving. House's cane was propped against the bench beside him and he was humming something vaguely familiar under his breath. A slow smile grew on Wilson's face as he leaned against the doorway and watched this surprising bout of domesticity from House.
"Is the world ending?" he asked innocently.
House gave a start and glanced over his shoulder with a scowl. "You need a bell."
Wilson raised an eyebrow. "That'd start some interesting rumours."
House snickered and flicked some water at him. "What? More interesting than the ones currently doing the rounds?"
Wilson rolled his eyes. "Those ones are your fault. I told you not to leave visible marks."
"When have I ever listened to you?" House said with a smirk.
"Professionally, sometimes, personally, hardly ever," Wilson conceded then he grinned wickedly. "Have I ever told that I find people doing household chores unbelievably sexy?"
House shot him a glance that was a mix of amused and very, very interested. "You need to get out more if that's what you find sexy."
Wilson pushed himself off the doorway and walked over to House, not stopping until he was pressed up against his lover's back. He ran his hands down House's arms until he was able to entwine their fingers together in the warm, soapy water.
"Domesticity in the feral male is unbelievably hot," he murmured into House's ear then he licked the rim.
House's breath hitched and he leaned back a fraction. "That so?" he said, managing to maintain an admirable level of casualness that entirely belied the fact that Wilson was sucking on his earlobe. "Guess I'd better keep my forays into the world of chores sporadic then. Wouldn't want to get too domesticated and lose the thrill."
Wilson pressed his growing erection into House's arse and let go of his earlobe. "Wouldn't want that," he murmured before starting a series of nipping kisses on House's neck.
House let out a low rumbling moan and tilted his head to allow Wilson better access. The moan turned into a whimper when Wilson suddenly pulled away.
"Finish those and we'll see what kind of treat I can come up with," Wilson said in a voice full of promise.
He gave House one last heated look before walking out of the kitchen. House watched him go then slumped against the sink, pressing his own erection into the cupboards as he grinned wildly. As soon as he'd gained a little more control he turned back to the dishes. He didn't have many left and he had a treat waiting for him.