067. Return
Welcome Home
Wilson watched the familiar sights of home flow past the windows of the taxi and felt himself slowly relax. A week spent at a conference was far too long in his books. It wouldn't normally have been that long but one of the organisations he belonged to decided to hold their annual meeting to coincide with the conference so that had added two more days to his itinerary that he hadn't really wanted.
The conference had come at an awkward time in his personal life though awkward perhaps wasn't the word for it. His personal life had taken a turn for the strange but definitely very welcome the night that he'd turned to House to comment on the baseball game they were watching and found the other man staring at him with an expression that he couldn't place for a moment. It had only been when House had quickly blanked his expression that he'd been able to put a name to it. Want. House had been staring at him with want, need, desire and a sense of mine, mine, mine written all over him.
Wilson had hesitated for only a second before leaning in and pressing his lips to House's. For a long moment he thought he'd made a mistake then House had shifted under him and the kiss had gone from tentative to magma in less than a second. He had flash-frame memories of getting from the sofa to the bedroom then it all slowed down into naked and hot and touch and yes, there, fuck, yes, Greg. The feel of House sliding into him had made him feel like his heart had stopped then restarted at a jackhammer pace. And the way House had groaned his name when he came was a sound he would remember to his dying day…something made easier each time he heard it again.
But in spite of all of that he really didn't know why this had suddenly started between them and what House wanted. He knew what he wanted but House had been evasive every time he'd even hinted at raising the subject. So he'd left for his conference and meeting feeling slightly off balance and hadn't really been able to settle the whole time he was away. The whole thing hadn't been helped by the fact that House had been neck deep in a case and hadn't called or really had time to speak when Wilson called.
The taxi pulled up in front of House's apartment and Wilson paid the driver before lugging his suitcase up to the door. He fumbled for his keys for a moment then opened the door and stumbled inside. He shut the door behind him with an air of finality and let his suitcase fall to the floor. He leaned back against the door, tucked his keys back into his pocket and sighed with relief.
He looked idly around and was surprised to find the living room was empty. It was late enough that he'd expected House to be home but early enough that he was sure his lover wouldn't be in bed yet. He sighed again and picked up his suitcase, slowly making his way into the bedroom. When he got there he stared and dropped his suitcase.
"Took you long enough."
House was lying on the bed, stark naked and very, very aroused. He was watching Wilson with open and very lascivious amusement as one hand slowly stroked up and down his erection.
Wilson licked his lips, suddenly very, very hard. "Fuck!"
House grinned wickedly. "If you like."
Wilson's jaw dropped then he yanked at his clothes, hastily stripping himself as House turned over, grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his hips. Wilson swallowed hard at that then crawled onto the bed, letting one hand drift up House's leg to his arse. House shifted under his touch, spreading his legs wider. In return Wilson slid his fingers down to brush over House's anus. When he encountered the slick glide of lube, he shuddered and swore. House had planned this. Wilson's brain nearly derailed at the thought of House's fingers sliding in and out of his own arse, preparing himself then just waiting for Wilson to get home.
"God…Greg…fuck," Wilson groaned as he moved between House's legs and slowly slid into House's arse.
He had to stop then, resting his forehead on House's shoulder as he gasped for both breath and control. House was so hot and tight and slick and he was right on the verge of embarrassing himself.
"You could move, you know?" House said, his voice sounding scratchy and strained and he bucked up slightly.
Wilson gasped then grabbed House's hips pulling him up onto his knees.
"Can you…your leg…" he stammered.
"Yes, yes, come on, move," House snapped as he braced himself with both hands.
Wilson didn't wait for any further invitations. He slowly pulled back then shoved forward, hard. He heard House moan and curse underneath him as he repeated that action. He curled over House's back as he continued his slow withdrawal and hard, fast return, letting one hand slide up House's side and around his chest. He shifted the other hand until he could wrap around House's cock, starting a rhythm that matched his thrusts. House gasped underneath him and started shoving back to meet him and in that moment Wilson broke. He pulled the hand that had been wrapped around House chest back and gripped his lover's hip before starting up an unrelenting pace, hard and fast, in and out, the hand on House's dick echoing the rhythm.
House bit back a choked scream that sounded very much like Wilson's name as he came, his hand clenching into fists in the sheets. Wilson groaned as House tightened around his dick and he lasted only two more strokes before he emptied himself into House's arse.
House collapsed onto the bed with a pained hiss that somehow managed to penetrate the fuzz taking up Wilson's brain. He summoned enough strength to roll off House then he curled up against his side and began to gently rub his back.
"You okay?" he asked once he'd managed to work out how to speak again.
For a long moment House didn't answer and a hint of alarm began to thread its way through Wilson then House shifted enough to turn his head and looked at him. Wilson relaxed at the lazy pleasure that was dominant in House's eyes and he resumed his caresses.
"Good," House said with a languid smile. "Have to do that again."
"Not right now. You killed me," Wilson said, his voice starting to slur as he began to drift off. "Can't believe you did that."
House gave a lazy chuckle then shifted around until he was lying on his back and had Wilson curled up half on top of him.
"Though you'd like it."
"I did," Wilson mumbled, smiling softly as the 'have to do that again' comment rolled around his brain and lulled him into sleep.