The relentless pain in House's thigh from standing too long finally forced him to pull away from Wilson's mouth for a second time. Any need to breathe was purely incidental.
Wilson's brain cleared enough to recognize the pain in House's eyes, the set of his jaw, and knew they were going to have to move somewhere so that House could get off his leg. Before he could make the suggestion, House pushed Wilson away, righted himself on his cane and limped heavily into the bedroom.
"Bed," was all he said.
They undressed in silence, stripping down to their shorts before crawling under the covers. House was on his usual side of the bed, laying on his left side to keep the pressure off his right thigh while Wilson got in on the other side. They stared at each other until the awkward silence became louder than the lack of sound in the apartment.
"House…" Wilson tried again, breaking the silence. House was obviously in a lot of pain, and Wilson was concerned that if they took this any further House would barely be able to walk the next morning, even with the Vicodin.
"Shut. Up," House said, and leaned in as the last bit of the universe fell into alignment. This time there was no hesitation and no resistance. House pulled Wilson closer to bring their groins back into contact as he explored Wilson's mouth with his tongue. He took his time as they lost themselves in the taste and smell and sheer feeling that came from the newness of what they were doing.
Neither man knew exactly when it happened, but at some point the shorts fell by the wayside and there was nothing left between them.
Movement and friction from their cocks sliding against each other and their bodies only made them harder, as did the deep exploration of each other's mouths and the quiet moans such actions elicited.
House could feel the clear fluid leaking from the head of his cock coating his length as he slowly pumped his hips against Wilson's body. He groaned, stopping his movements from time to time just long enough to grind himself against Wilson's cock and body with the same slow pressure before beginning the stroking movements again.
Neither man's hands moved, each holding onto the other's hip just enough to stabilize and maintain the contact between them. The pressure and flex of their fingertips was the only discussion they had.
Wilson could feel himself growing harder by the moment as House set an almost painfully slow pace, their cocks rubbing against each other between their bodies. The fluid he could feel seeping from his own cock mixed with House's, creating an exquisite sensation Wilson had never felt before - not even with that hooker they'd shared so many years ago. He desperately wanted to move his hips harder, faster, against House's body as House did things to his mouth and was fast realizing that this was not his best friend's first time with a man. But House held him firmly in place with his right hand, forcing Wilson to keep up with the interminably slow pace.
House paused in the movement of his hips as he once again ground their groins together. Pulling back a bit further, he allowed his cock to slide just under Wilson's balls to the cleft between Wilson's legs, where he began the slow stroking motion all over again.
Wilson gasped at the loss of contact with House's cock and stilled as he felt its length slide along the underside of his balls, between his legs, the head pushing between his ass cheeks. He couldn't help but moan into House's mouth at the new sensation when House began to move his hips again, the fluid from House's cock lessening the friction with each stroke. House was fucking him without actually penetrating him, and as Wilson's hips began to move in time with House's the feeling of House's cock sliding along the underside of his balls while his own cock was being stroked between their bodies and his mouth was slowly being plundered by House's tongue was almost enough to make Wilson come right then and there.
House pulled his groin away from Wilson's again and felt Wilson's fingers tighten on his hip, trying to pull him closer. The fingers relaxed and Wilson all but whimpered around House's tongue as he felt House's cock slide along his own once again. The slow pace House insisted on maintaining both excited and frustrated Wilson. He tried to buck his hips in an effort to get House to change his momentum, but House merely tightened his grip on Wilson's hip as he pulled Wilson closer, sliding his cock against the length of Wilson's even more slowly than before, effectively squeezing them together with their bodies.
Wilson pulled his mouth away from House's, panting as he tried to breathe. House held him in place, feeling his cock twitch at the look of pure need on Wilson's face. He began to slowly grind his hips against Wilson again, watching Wilson's eyes slide shut as his body began to tremble. So close…
House continued to watch Wilson's face as he held them tightly together, making his movements small and deliberate and with as much contact as he could manage.
"House…" Wilson moaned, gripping House's hip like his life depended on it.
"Now." House said in a ragged voice, silencing Wilson with his mouth. He slid his right arm around Wilson's lower back to hold him still while continuing to move against him.
Wilson came undone then, his body reduced to twitches and tremors and involuntary movements as he came. He became the plunderer, thrusting his tongue deep into House's mouth in time to his thrusting. The pure eroticism of the action took House by surprise, bringing on his own orgasm. He held himself tight against Wilson's body as his own cock twitched and spurted between them.