063. Come
A List of Likes
There were many things that James Wilson liked in this life. He liked his mother's cooking. He liked sunrises and sunsets though he didn't see many of them these days. He liked watching his patients walking out of the hospital, smiling and waving at him. He liked the coffee that Cameron made which was one of the myriad of reasons as to why he could be found there so often. He liked listening to House talk whether it was teasing him about his cancer kids or berating his team or his patient's family; he liked that House would say the things that he didn't have the courage to say.
But the thing he liked the most was watching House's face when he made the older man come. It was one of the few times when House's expression was completely unguarded, when you knew exactly what he was feeling. It was the reason why he always fucked House face to face. He wanted to watch. He wanted to see that moment when House's eyes would slide closed and this look of utter pleasure would flow over House's face. His mouth would fall open and he would always, always, groan Wilson's name…James…in a manner that Wilson knew he would never get tired of. The pleasure, the awe, the desperation in House's voice was always what made Wilson come.
And the thing that was second on Wilson's list of things he liked was post-coital House. Because House did post-coital well. It was as though sex took away all the demons that hounded House and left him languid and lazy…at least for a while. Post-coital House liked to cuddle which Wilson found completely adorable though he'd never admit that to anyone in a thousand years. House would curl up around him and gently caress him and press kisses onto his neck and face. And he'd allow Wilson to return those caresses and kisses until they both fell asleep. And while they were doing that House would murmur things. Most of them would be indecipherable but occasionally some of the mumbled endearments would be audible. Wilson never commented on House's mutterings but he would bury a smile in House's hair, warm delight spreading through him at this reminder that no matter how damaged he was…and never doubt that he was damaged, both physically and emotionally…House was still capable of caring and even loving.