House watched Wilson's sleeping form snuggled against him with an affection he had never really acknowledged, to himself or anyone else. Unbidden thoughts began to push their way into House's mind as he dropped his hand off the back of the couch onto Wilson's shoulder. Wilson sighed with contentment and snuggled even closer, wedging House firmly into his corner of the couch.
They stayed that way until House could no longer ignore the pressure in his bladder and the throbbing pain in his thigh. It took some time, but he was finally able to get himself out from under Wilson without waking him. Grabbing his cane, House limped heavily to the bathroom, where he relieved himself and took two Vicodin from the extra bottle on the sink. Supporting most of his weight on either side of the basin, he took a long look at himself in the mirror, wondering for the umpteenth time in their relationship just how far he was willing to push things with Wilson without destroying everything. Sighing at his image, House took his cane and slowly made his way back down the hall.
Wilson woke up wondering where the past few hours had gone. He didn't remember falling asleep as he moved to sit up, realizing that the apartment was quiet save for the low sounds of an infomercial on the late night local channel. He got up and wandered into the bathroom to empty his bladder, then slid open the pocket door leading to the bedroom to see if House had simply gone to bed. Finding the bedroom empty, Wilson cut through to the other door and back into the hall only to walk right into House from the opposite direction. In their mutual surprise, Wilson got tangled up with House's cane. House lost his balance and fell against the wall, inadvertently pulling Wilson against him.
They stood that way for a long moment, faces mere centimeters apart, trying to get their stability back while at the same time trying to understand what seemed to be shifting between them. Neither man seemed to be in much of a hurry to move and in that moment House felt the universe click ever closer into place. He slowly closed the gap between them, searching Wilson's eyes for any sign that what he was doing was wrong.
And then their lips were touching. Feeling. Tasting. Savoring. Wilson held onto House's shirt like a drowning man as his legs began to give way, which caused House to grab Wilson around the waist so they wouldn't fall to the floor. This move, which too late registered in House's brain, brought their groins into direct contact. Gasping at the sensation they pulled their faces apart, eyes questioning, searching for answers neither one had. They looked at each other, their eyes carrying on the whole of the conversation, but made no attempt to move beyond that.
"House…" Wilson started.
"Shut up," House said, leaning in to taste Wilson's mouth again. He tasted of pizza, beer, and something distinctly Wilson, which House found more than mildly pleasant. House flicked his tongue against Wilson's mouth, surprised when Wilson's mouth opened to accept him, their groins beginning to move against each other of their own volition.
Oh, shit. There goes his leg, was Wilson's first thought when he stumbled into House in the hallway. Then there was nothing but that familiar warmth coursing through his body as they stood there against the wall. He could feel every thought and feeling he'd ever had being exposed under House's piercing blue eyes, their faces so close…
All that disappeared the instant Wilson felt House's lips against his. Tentatively at first, then with more assurance, House tasted Wilson's mouth until Wilson felt like his legs wouldn't support him anymore. He grabbed the closest thing available - the front of House's shirt - and felt House's hands slide around his waist to keep him from pulling them both to the floor. Wilson gasped in shock and started to pull away as he felt their groins come together, seeing the same reaction on House's face. Neither of them moved and Wilson wondered if the moment had passed.
"House…" he started, his brain racing to catch up as he searched House's eyes for some clue.
"Shut up." House said as he leaned in to kiss Wilson again, and Wilson's mind began to dissolve. House tasted of pizza and beer and scotch and...House, which was as much of a turn-on as any woman Wilson had ever been with. When House's tongue touched his lips he was lost in taste and sensation, their groins beginning to slowly move against each other.