066. Slow
Putting On A Show
Wilson scrubbed his face with one hand and gratefully retreated to his office. He felt like he'd been working in slow-motion all day and it was making him feel stupid and useless. He couldn't seem to shake his dream from last night and his mind was replaying parts of it at the most inopportune moments. He'd finally given up just a few minutes ago when he'd walked into House's office to find him sucking on a lollipop. He'd frozen to the spot, watching House slurp on the red candy in a thoroughly obscene manner then turned and fled the room with a strangled sound and a sudden, very embarrassing bulge in his pants.
He collapsed on the sofa and lay down, flinging one arm over his eyes and with an almost guilty air, let the other hand slide down until it was gently rubbing his erection. Bits and pieces of his dream began to surface in his mind and he bit down on a moan. He snatched his hand away from his dick with a muttered curse then put it back with another muttered curse. He kept his hand still for a moment as he debated whether he really wanted to do this then he slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers.
He lowered his other hand but kept his eyes firmly closed and quickly shuffled his pants and underwear down. He wrapped his hand around his dick and groaned. He let the images from his dream flow through his mind as he slowly stroked his cock, pausing from time to time to swirl his thumb over the head to collect the precome. He deliberately kept his rhythm slow despite the desperation that the sex in his dream had been full of. He wanted to draw this out. If he couldn't have the man he was dreaming about then he was at least going to take advantage of it. He knew he'd was probably going to try and avoid House for the next day or two but right now he'd had enough and wanted something for himself.
A low tension slowly began to coil low in his stomach but he steadfastly refused to speed things up, stroking long and slow until finally his orgasm was unavoidable. He gasped his way through it, House's name prominent in his litany, still stroking at that slow pace until his dick became too sensitive. He then let his hand fall away and lay there, breathing hard for several minutes until the realisation that he'd just jerked off to fantasies about his best friend began to seep through his sated consciousness.
He winced and sighed, trying to convince himself it had been a bad idea but his day had been bad enough that he couldn't bring himself to do that. He opened his eyes and a movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned his head and paled.
House was standing outside the door to the balcony, having obviously hauled himself over the low wall. He was staring at Wilson intently. His eyes were wide and Wilson could read the lust, desire and shock that were so clear in their blue depths. As he watched House licked his lips then jerked around and limped away, climbing awkwardly over the wall between their balconies.
Wilson scrambled to his feet and fumbled for a tissue. He quickly cleaned himself up then pulled up his trousers and faced the door. But much to his surprise, House did not appear and after nearly ten minutes Wilson took a deep breath and walked next door to House's office. The older man was nowhere to be seen and Wilson stuck his head into the conference room where House's team were sitting around the table doing nothing in particular.
"Seen House?" he asked in what he devoutly hoped was a casual manner.
"Gone," Foreman said without looking up from the journal he was reading. "Took off about ten minutes ago."
"He looked a little…upset," Cameron added with a small frown.
"Ah…thanks," Wilson said.
He quickly headed back to his own office and sat down heavily in his chair. House had seen him jerking off and if Wilson was any judge, House had liked what he'd seen. As far as Wilson could tell, he had two options. One, he could do nothing, pretend it hadn't happened. But he didn't think he'd be able to manage that and he was fairly certain House wouldn't be able to manage that and he didn't think he could handle this being a thing between them. Which really only left option two. Go after House and find out exactly what the other man had liked about what he'd seen and if he wanted to try something more…interactive. Wilson grinned as he stood and stripped off his lab coat. He grabbed his jacket and bag and hurried out of his office. Option two sounded pretty damn good to him.