071. Kitchen

Breakfast in Bed

House slowly woke and he shifted around in the bed, wincing as his leg twinged. He sighed and rolled over until he could reach the small orange bottle on the bedside table. He popped the lid open, shook out one of the pills and dry-swallowed it. He put the bottle back on the bedside table then lay back down.

When the pill finally kicked in, he stretched one hand out over the other side of the bed, raising an eyebrow as he realised the sheets were cool to touch. He slowly climbed out of the bed and grabbed his cane before limping out of the bedroom.

Sounds from the kitchen got his attention and he leaned in the doorway and smiled at the sight in front of him. Wilson was humming to himself as he cooked and House could smell the pancakes he liked so much.

He pushed himself off the doorway and limped into the room, coming up behind Wilson and wrapping his arms around his lover's waist.

"Dammit, House!" Wilson gasped even as he leaned back into House's embrace. "I didn't hear you."

"You were busy," House said with amusement. He nuzzled the back of Wilson's neck then gently bit down.

Wilson drew in a sharp breath and his head fell forward, allowing House better access.

"You like that," House murmured as he licked where he'd just bitten.

"Yes," Wilson said, his voice just a fraction ragged.

House pulled Wilson a bit closer then wrapped his hand around Wilson's where it was clutching the frying pan. He shifted the pain over to the bench and turned off the stove. While he was doing this, his other had had slid down to rub over Wilson's growing erection.

"Bed," House murmured into Wilson's ear.

"Mmm," Wilson agreed, pushing into House's hand.

House grinned then abruptly stepped away. Wilson made a small noise of protest and quickly caught himself against the bench. He gave House a frustrated look and House laughed.

"Bed," House said firmly. "You can make me breakfast later."

"It'll be lunch by then," Wilson replied as he walked towards House.

"I don't think I'll care," House said as he awkwardly backed away then turned and headed for the bedroom.

Wilson followed him as closely as possible, his hands busy caressing and clutching. Once they got back to the bedroom, House pulled Wilson past him and pushed him down onto the bed.

"Much better," he said with satisfaction as he followed his lover.