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Wilson’s late night on the couch was less than relaxing, to put it mildly. The hours went on and on, sleep seemingly nowhere in sight. If he could just get his mind to shut off, he’d be fine. But he grew more restless by the second, his thoughts racing and uncovering some… undesirable ideas. Surely it was reasonable to fantasize about something happening between him and the person he’d been living with for years now, the person he spent more time with than anyone else. Still, it wasn’t exactly pleasant to be plagued with these thoughts as he was trying to sleep– a raging erection pressing against his leg was pretty hard to ignore. Alright, he said to himself. We’re doing this. He palmed himself over his boxers, hissing involuntary at just the slight sensation. He was even more aroused than he thought. He slipped his hand under the fabric of his underwear, fully submitting to his desires at last. And sure, it was nice, but he couldn’t help but wish it was someone else’s hand stroking him. He wondered if House took his time when he pleasured himself, or if he got caught up in the feeling and just couldn’t pace himself. He wondered if House was loud, if he liked to talk through things. These were a few of thousands of questions that coursed through Wilson’s mind as his breaths grew shaky and high and…
Thump.
Wilson stilled his movements, trying to be as quiet as possible as he caught his breath. House was out of bed. He was paralyzed at the thought of House finding him like this, and yet, his dick didn’t seem to mind, still rock hard in his unmoving hand. After a few agonizing minutes of stillness, it seemed that House had gone back to bed. Wilson sighed with relief, resuming his stroking, more fervent with want this time. He closed his eyes, letting his imagination run wild. He thought about hands, about strong, nimble fingers on his skin. About salt and pepper hair in his hands. God, he hadn’t had sex in so long. He was so close, pre-cum leaking into his hand as he pretended not to think about the name that was escaping his lips until…
“Did you want something?” House’s deadpan tone hit him like a train. He stood in front of the couch, bare-chested and donning low-slung sweats, peering down at Wilson with neutral curiosity.
“ Jesus Christ!” Wilson choked out, taking his hand out of his boxers at lightning speed, reaching for his abandoned blanket and covering his modesty. “How long have you been standing there?” He asked, eyes wide, the question very obviously being code for Did you hear me moaning your name while I jerked off?
“Long enough,” House said. “Are you always this loud when you rub one out?” He seemed nearly giddy after catching Wilson in such a state, a smirk threatening to grace his lips.
“You’re an ass,” Wilson said, his cheeks bright red as the embarrassment held him in a chokehold. “Look, I didn’t mean to bother you. You know how dry spells are. Just go back to bed, I’ll take care of it…quietly,”
House stayed exactly where he was. “You and I both know you don’t want that.” He said, his voice low. He leaned forward until Wilson could feel his hot breath on his face. “You wanted me to catch you in the act and offer to help you out. You want me to peel that blanket back and ruin you, James.” He tilted Wilson’s chin up with his finger, running his thumb along his moist bottom lip.
Wilson’s heart raced, his eyes darting back and forth from House’s eyes to his lips. “And would that be such a bad thing?” He breathed.
“Oh, it’d be a terrible thing. And you’d love it.” House took the plunge and planted a slow, teasing kiss on Wilson’s lips. Wilson whimpered, placing a tender hand on House’s chest. House manually moved Wilson over to make room for himself to sit next to him. They took their time for as long as humanly possible until they could no longer be patient, grasping at chests and hips and their breathing became labored. House caught Wilson’s bottom lip between his teeth, resulting in a beautiful moan escaping Wilson’s lips. Wilson was growing more and more eager with his movements, tongue exploring House’s mouth as he pressed their hips together. He was a man wild with lust, determined to make a mess out of the man in front of him. He couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t a little strange, feeling stubble graze his cheek as he kissed another man, but there was never a more beautiful feeling in this moment.
As they continued to intertwine with each other, House made a silent confirmation: Bonnie was right about Wilson’s efforts to please in the bedroom. Wilson’s lips drifted from House’s lips down to his neck, his kisses sloppy and hungry against House’s skin. That was the ticket, Wilson realized, as he felt the other man go limp in his hands, a lovely groan ringing out as he licked and sucked at House’s neck. House’s gravelly noises drove him absolutely crazy, hot want pooling in his belly as he guided House’s hand between his legs. House made a noise of pleasant surprise as he felt how hard Wilson still was over his boxers. He palmed at Wilson, relishing in every mewl and pant he brought out of him. “Tell me what you want,” House said low in Wilson’s ear.
“Touch me,” Wilson practically pleaded, rolling his hips into House’s hand.
“Hmm,” House purred, rubbing at Wilson slowly. “Not a bad idea. Bedroom?”
“Yes please.”
And so they slowly made their way onto their feet and danced to the bedroom, still unable to fully break away from each other’s lips. Wilson raised his arms as House pulled his t-shirt off, letting House fully take control as they fell onto the bed. He was in heaven, and he thought he might come on the spot when House finally started tugging at the waistband of his boxers, asking for access. Wilson lifted his hips up off the bed in reply, allowing House to slip them off with ease. House, for the first time in ages, looked genuinely caught off guard by the sight in front of him. He ran his hands down Wilson’s body, starting at the chest and moving down to study his hips. He was enamored with every detail: the freckled shoulders, the trail of hair below his belly button, the slight pudge of his stomach.
“Jesus, James,” He breathed. “Look so pretty,”
“All yours,” Wilson said, his eyes nearly rolling back from the euphoria House’s words brought him.
And so House went to work, finally wrapping a hand around Wilson’s neglected cock and stroking lightly. He conducted every ah and fuck out of Wilson’s lips as he changed pace, speeding up and then slowing down abruptly when Wilson was just beginning to lose it. He realized very quickly that Wilson squirmed even more when he talked, so he used that to his advantage.
“That feel good?” House whispered in his ear.
“Yes, god, yes. Greg, please,” Wilson groaned, writhing under House.
“I need you to tell me what you want, baby.” House crooned, speeding up the pace of his hand.
“I want— ah — want you, want your mouth, all of it,” Wilson said. “Please,” He added sheepishly.
“Good boy, asking so nicely.” House planted a sloppy kiss on Wilson’s lips before granting his wish, sliding to the end of the bed and situating himself between Wilson’s legs. He let his hot breath wash over Wilson’s cock, watched the way that made it twitch. He kissed around the base of his cock first, breathing in his pubic hair before he got down to business. He ran his tongue over the head lazily, adding some spit for good measure. He finally slipped Wilson’s cock past his lips, letting it fill his mouth as he went down his length. It was a tight squeeze, so House utilized his hand at the base to make up for what he couldn’t get in his mouth. When he was adjusted to what he could comfortably take in his mouth, he began to bob his head, swirling his hand at the same pace. Now, Wilson had had his fair share of blowjobs, but he had never felt anything like this before. He was louder than ever as his fingers found themselves tangled in House’s hair, using all his strength to resist bucking his hips into his mouth. Wilson was babbling like crazy, too far gone for coherent sentences now. He felt himself letting go, just about to feel that sweet release when…
House pulled his mouth away as he felt the underside of Wilson’s cock starting to pulse. Not yet. He moved back up to eye level with Wilson, catching his breath for a while before speaking. “As much as I love doing this for you, really, I have to ask. How far do you want to go tonight?”
Wilson flushed even more, if that was possible. “I, uh—“ He didn’t know where to start.
“Don’t be nervous,” House kissed him. Wilson tasted himself on his lips, intoxicating as he felt the shame melt away from him. “Let me take care of you.”
“I want to feel you,” Wilson said against House’s lips. “All of you,”
House hummed into yet another kiss. “I’m going to assume you’re not prepped, unless you were getting way more wild on the couch before I walked in,”
Wilson chuckled. “I’m afraid not.”
House slowly peeled himself away from Wilson, fetching a small bottle from his dresser. “This will be a little uncomfortable for a minute,” He said as he reclaimed his spot on the bed. “But it’ll be worth it.” He gave Wilson’s cock a few lazy strokes before popping the cap of the lube open and pouring a generous amount over his fingers. He circled a careful finger around Wilson’s hole before pushing in slowly. Wilson winced at first— definitely not the most natural feeling, having another man’s finger in your ass, but he got accustomed to the feeling quickly. House definitely had the fingers of a pianist, long and careful and…
“ Holy shit,” Wilson cried out, legs suddenly shaking as his fingernails dug into the bedsheets.
“Found it,” House muttered. He added a second finger, changing from an in-and-out slide to scissoring motions as he stretched Wilson out. Wilson’s breathing turned frantic the more House hit his prostate, and House loved the sight of Wilson coming undone in his hands. He added a third for good measure until Wilson was decently stretched, when he removed his fingers and made a show of removing his sweats.
No underwear , Wilson thought. He’s gonna be the death of me. Another thing that went through Wilson’s mind— unbridled fear when he saw the size of House’s cock. Now that might actually kill me. And yet, Wilson was even more hungry for it now. He eyed it cautiously, licked his lips. “Could I…do the honors?” He asked, eyes darting to the discarded bottle of lube next to them. He sat up.
“Of course,” House handed it to him.
“How much?”
“More than you think you need, since it’s your first.”
Wilson poured a sizable amount into his hand and coated House’s cock, stroking him needily as he kissed him slow. House let out a heavy sigh after finally feeling some sensation downstairs— he thought he might pass out from lack of blood in the rest of his body any minute now. He closed his eyes. God, that felt good. He soaked it in for a while before snapping out of it when Wilson spoke up.
“Do I need to…turn around? How do we do this?”
“No, no. On your back, just how you were. Wanna see you,” House said, lost in the feeling of Wilson’s hand on him. He gently laid Wilson back, lifting his legs slightly to get the right angle as the head of his cock pressed against his hole. He maintained eye contact as he pushed in slowly— this was the best part, that initial look of intense pleasure and twinges of pain. Wilson gasped at the feeling. It stung a little, but he could hardly think about that right now. He felt so full .
House didn’t move a muscle as he lay buried in Wilson, trying to focus on not coming instantly. “God, you’re so tight,”
“House,” Wilson pressed an urgent hand to his chest.
“What is it?” House’s eyes flashed with concern.
“Move. Please,” Wilson’s hips ground down onto House desperately.
So House did, moving at a slow and steady pace to get them started. Wilson snaked his arms over House’s shoulders, pulling him even closer. Wilson saw stars when House hit the right angle— he threw his head back into the bed, dizzy at this pleasure he’d never known until tonight. Now that House knew what to aim for, he hit it religiously, feeling Wilson’s hands tense and limp repeatedly as delicious, filthy noises came out of his mouth.
“You like this?” House practically growled. “Love when you’re loud,”
“I love it, Greg. Fuck, I’m not gonna last,”
“You’re doing so good for me, James. My beautiful boy. Wanna make you feel good,” House sped up his thrusts.
Wilson was in outer space, babbling as the hot feeling in his stomach continued to pool. “You feel so good, so big, House,”
“Look so good like this, James. You know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”
“Me too, God. I’m— I’m close. You can go harder if you want,” Wilson slurred.
House obeyed, abandoning all his initial caution and properly fucking Wilson now. Wilson’s eyes disappeared in the back of his head, totally lost in the sensations pulsing through his entire body. House wrapped a hand around Wilson’s cock, stroking him roughly to the rhythm of his thrusting. High, breathy moans filled the air around them as Wilson got closer and closer before finally reaching his orgasm, shaking all over as he lost all control over his body. His arms rolled limp off House’s back and he felt two strong arms holding him close. House came not long after, fucking Wilson through his climax until it was over and they both lie exhausted on the bed.
Wilson felt a soft kiss on his forehead after a few minutes of panting through their dreamy bliss. “You still with me, handsome?”
Wilson smiled lazily. “Right here.”
“You wanna get cleaned up?”
“No, no, no. Sleep,” Wilson pulled House closer to him.
There was no fighting Wilson on this. “You’re ridiculous after sex,” The biggest smile was plastered on House’s face as he spoke.
“I know,”
And they slept.