076. Sex
Change of Perspective
Wilson liked sex; anyone who knew him reasonably well wouldn't be surprised to hear that news. It had been the reason behind the collapse of two of his marriages after all. In some ways it had been the reason behind the start of all of his marriages as well. Sex made him feel good…at least until the guilt set in…and he enjoyed it in many of its different forms. But while it was something he enjoyed, he'd never felt utterly in thrall to it. It had always just simply been something that was fun and enjoyable…and something he could discard as easily as it came by.
But now…now, sprawled on House's bed, with his legs draped over House's shoulders, House's cock plunging into his arse and House's hand jerking him off, he knew that everything he'd felt before was a pale shadow. Pleasure rushed through him, making him babble nonsense and curse and scream, making him close his eyes and writhe and arch into House's touch, making his brain melt into nothing. He opened his eyes in time to see House throw his head back as he came and the desire to see that again and again…to make that happen…rushed through him.
House collapsed onto him with a pained grunt and Wilson wrapped his arms around his lover, tightening his grip when House tried to move. He could feel himself shaking and he was sure House could as well but he couldn't seem to stop and he couldn't find the words to explain it.
"You're too bony to be a comfortable mattress," House said after a moment. The words were surprisingly lacking in any rancour, sounding matter-of-fact, even slightly soothing.
Wilson nodded jerkily and loosened his grip, making a small whimper when House shifted onto the bed. The moment the other man had settled Wilson rolled over and curled up around him as best as he could, clutching him almost convulsively. He could feel the surprise rolling off House but to his surprise he didn't say anything for a long moment, simply embraced Wilson with a quiet sigh. When he finally spoke, his voice was oddly gentle.
"James? What's with the limpet impression?"
Wilson swallowed hard and buried his face in House's neck. He shook his head then let out a breath that was almost a sob.
"I…never…that was…good," he stammered, not knowing how to say what he wanted.
"Good?" House said indignantly. "It looked a damn sight better than good. From where I was, it looked fucking amazing."
Wilson snorted a laugh at House's casual arrogance and felt himself start to relax inside.
"It was," he said with a quiet fervency.
"That's better," House said smugly.
Wilson chuckled but didn't move nor did House do anything to dislodge him. In fact House seemed remarkably indulgent right now, something Wilson intended to take advantage of. He had a whole new set of feelings and emotions to deal with, ones he hadn't expected, ones he was unsure if he wanted. But to deny the emotions was to deny what caused them…and after tonight, he didn't think he could do that.