083. Trap
Cornering House
Wilson stood in the doorway and eyed the figure in the kitchen with a determined expression. House had been evading him for the last three days and he was not going to let it go on any longer which was why he'd used his key for once instead of knocking on the door. House wasn't above ignoring the sound of knocking after all but he wouldn't be able to ignore Wilson if he was standing right in front of him. Wilson moved forward silently and before House could register the movement he was behind the other man, removing the cane from reach then trapping House between his arms against the bench.
"Wilson! What the fuck?" House said, turning with an irritated look on his face then rearing back slightly in surprise when he realised how close Wilson was.
"We need to talk," Wilson said firmly. "And you've been avoiding me."
House's face went blank and Wilson saw the shutters slam down in his eyes.
"There's nothing to talk about," House snapped, not meeting Wilson's gaze.
"You kissed me," Wilson stated in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, both seeing and feeling House's flinch. "And I kissed back. I think there's something worth talking about there."
House's lips twitched then his face hardened. "Then you left," he snapped. "I think that said it all."
Wilson gave an exasperated sigh. "I had an appointment, House. I was already late for it. You knew that. You were having your fun by making me even later when you kissed me."
House flinched again and looked over Wilson's shoulder, not saying anything.
Wilson sighed again then took a step closer, bringing their bodies into contact. He felt House tense and he moved his hands so that they were resting on House's hips. He then brought his head so close that their lips were almost brushing.
"You kissed me," he murmured. "And I liked it. I want to do it again. A lot. And then I want to do more."
He saw House swallow hard at that and lick his lips. Wilson gasped as House's tongue nearly touched his lips as well and he closed the tiny gap between them. House stayed tense and unmoving for a moment then he suddenly relaxed and moved. His hands clenched in the back of Wilson's shirt and he practically moulded them together as he took possession of Wilson's mouth, greedily sucking on his lips, tongue, anything that came in the vicinity. Wilson moaned into the kiss, caressing House's sides and back in an encouraging manner and sliding one leg between House's to press their erections together.
When he did that, House broke away from the kiss and smothered his moan in Wilson's neck. He stayed there and Wilson could feel him shuddering so he gentled his caresses into something more soothing.
"House?" he asked gently.
"You realise this is a phenomenally bad idea," House said, his voice slightly muffled.
"That has occurred to me," Wilson replied dryly. "But it also has the possibility to be a very good idea."
"One of us is going to screw this up," House predicted, not moving from where he was.
"We haven't managed to screw up our friendship and I think we've both made some very good attempts at it over the years," Wilson pointed out.
"Yeah, but sex wasn't involved at that point."
Wilson snorted. "True but at least now we'll get the benefit of make-up sex."
He felt House smile into his neck and knew he'd won.
"I don't share," House said warningly. "And I know when you're lying."
"I know," Wilson said with equanimity. "It won't be a problem."
House raised his head at that, a sceptical expression that changed to one of surprise when he saw Wilson's face. He nodded and gave Wilson a surprisingly genuine smile.
"I kissed you."
Wilson returned the smile. "I know. I kissed you back."