059. Scream

Want

Wilson grunted as his back thudded against the wall of the apartment and House pressed up against him. He could feel the heat from the other man's body and he grabbed House's hips and tried to pull him even closer, craving the warmth and wanting to grind his growing erection into House's answering hardness. His mouth was being claimed, the kiss hard and hot and demanding and he willing submitted to it. He let go of House's hips and started fumbling with his shirt, yanking the button-up shirt off and pulling the t-shirt up but not willing to break the kiss long enough to finish the job. He whimpered when House pulled away then hummed his approval when House pulled his t-shirt off. But the older man didn't return to the kiss; instead he took a limping step backwards and grabbed Wilson's tie, yanking him away from the wall.

"Bedroom," he growled, yanking on the tie again to start Wilson moving before letting it go.

Wilson grabbed at the knot in his tie, loosening it as he staggered towards the bedroom. He pulled it off and let it fall to the floor. His shirt followed and he was working on his belt when his hands were pulled away and he was shoved down onto the bed.

"Hands off," House ordered.

Wilson thought about arguing but at that moment House started undoing his jeans and stripping them off and Wilson shut his mouth with an audible snap, staring at House with growing lust. He ached to touch his cock, which was pressing almost uncomfortably against his pants, but he was equally as interested in seeing what House had in mind. When House lowered his boxers and let them fall to the floor, Wilson could nothing more than stare. House smirked at him and just stood there for a moment before he wrapped his hand around his erection and began to slowly stroke backwards and forwards.

"Greg," Wilson whined and he deliberately reached for his pants again.

He was surprised at how quickly House moved, climbing onto the bed and knocking his hands away before kneeling over his legs. House then reached out and slowly, oh-so-slowly undid his trousers, lightly brushing his cock accidentally-on-purpose as he did so but never hard enough or for long enough for Wilson's liking. When House started pulling down his trousers and underwear, Wilson eagerly lifted his hips to help him along, ignoring the smirk that he gained. The smirk grew as House threw the clothes over the side of the bed and sat back on his heels.

"Nice," he said as he leered his way up Wilson's body.

Wilson groaned at the look and he sat up just enough to grab at House's arms, pulling the other man down on top of him. They both groaned then as their bodies came into contact and House ground their hips together for a moment before rolling off to one side. Wilson was about to complain when House shimmied down the bed and wrapped one hand around his dick then tightened his grip and ran his thumb over the head, smearing the pre-come that had gathered. Wilson groaned and closed his eyes, his head falling back on the pillow as his hips bucked upwards.

He heard House chuckle and opened his eyes just in time to see his dick disappear into the wet warmth of House's mouth. He choked out a curse and clenched his fists in the sheets. House took this as encouragement and set up an inexorable rhythm. Wilson gasped and writhed, his hand reaching down to grip in House's hair until he finally came with a strangled scream…

…and jerked awake in his own bed, alone.

Wilson gasped for breath and grimaced at the wet stickiness in his boxers. He hadn't had wet dreams since he was a teenager but he couldn't remember those dreams leaving him with the sense of sick frustration that he was feeling now. He swallowed hard around the lump in his throat and pushed the sheets back. As he climbed out of bed and stripped off his underwear he tried desperately to think of nothing other than what he was doing. Dreams about having sex with his best friend could lead to nothing but trouble, even if the reality was what he wanted…