A/N: This is a continuation of Retribution (for lack of a better title), but can be read separately. If you read it on its own you just need to know Wilson tried to manipulate House into having sex, House tried to teach Wilson to beware of getting what you wish, and they still manage to have mutually enjoyable sex.
House didn't have a lot of happy memories. And the ones he did have were tainted by one thing or another. Until last night his happiest had been, as sad as it sounded, that time he hit the trifecta at Monmouth. Now the happiest moment of his life was sitting on a cold, hard floor covered in sweat, his leg screaming, his mind a blank, next to Wilson, his thoroughly fucked Wilson, neither of them talking or trying to strategize their next move or wondering about the other's motivation. It was perfect.
And then it wasn't.
Wilson had helped him up from the floor and onto the bed. House was looking forward to curling up next to him and falling asleep. Of course, he couldn't tell Wilson that. Wilson would think he meant "cuddling" and he'd never believe that.
That had been fine.
House, drowsy and sated, stretched out and waited for Wilson to climb in next to him. Wilson asked him if he was comfy. He didn't remember saying anything. He must have looked comfy because Wilson said good and told him he'd be back.
That was less fine.
Back? Where on Earth could he go that would be better than right here, right now? The answer for Wilson was the shower. Apparently, Wilson couldn't wait to wash House off him.
Moment officially over.
House was not going to let this upset him. He didn't let it upset him for 15 minutes. He certainly didn't spend 15 minutes slipping from angry at Wilson to disappointment to disgust at himself. It was his own fault for letting sentiment control him. He had let himself believe Wilson had some affection for him. As if anybody could! He didn't have any right to be "happy" let alone "loved".
At the 16th minute, not that he was clocking it, House heard the bath tub faucet running. Did Wilson need a shower AND a bath to scrub clean? He heard the bathroom door open. House didn't want to see Wilson right then. He rolled onto his side with his back to the door. He'd pretend he was asleep and maybe they could postpone another argument.
"House," Wilson whispered. He crawled across the bed. "House? Don't you want to get up?" Wilson ran a hand along House's side. "I ran a bath for you." He kissed the back of his neck. "Your leg has to be hurting."
House smiled. He shouldn't have doubted Wilson. He ran them a bath and they could do that thing that might look like cuddling, but wasn't, in a nice tub of warm water.
"That sounds like a great idea." House turned and they kissed all too briefly. Wilson bounced off the bed. He helped House up and House leaned heavier than was necessary against him. A few hours ago he would have shrugged Wilson off and glared at him for the assistance. Now everything had changed. He couldn't keep from smiling. All the years he wanted to be with Wilson and now, now they were together. They were a couple. House hadn't felt that way since he met Stacy. He'd regretted letting her in so far so quickly, but this was different. This was Wilson.
"You'd better get in while it's warm." House let Wilson help him get in the tub. This was going to be good, House thought. He'd get in then Wilson would. He'd wrap his legs around Wilson and hold him close.
This wasn't going to be good. It was going to be great!
"Okay, well, I'm going to get going."
It was going to suck.
"What do you mean?" House must have heard Wilson wrong.
"What do you mean 'what do you mean'? I'm going to find my clothes, God knows what they must look like, and go home. I'll see you later." Wilson closed the bathroom door.
House might have topped, but Wilson was the one doing the mind fucking.
House wasn't going to chase after him. That was probably what Wilson wanted and he had more pride than that. He wasn't sure what he would say when Wilson got back, but he was secretly hoping he wouldn't have to wait long to think about it. After draining and refilling the tub with warm water twice House decided he'd be better off waiting on dry land with some dry gin and dry swallowing. He'd knock himself out like he originally planned to this evening and Wilson would have to try to wake him up when he deigned to return.
Around 11 am House woke up on the Marquis de Sade of couches. Alone. It only took a moment for him to remember why he was there and what had happened the night before. He got up to inspect the door. He had put tape from where he had it taped to the door knob to the door frame. It was a trick he'd learned from his dad. At least he taught him something useful. The tape hadn't moved so no early morning visit from Wilson. He wasn't really surprised. He didn't expect it, but he had hoped.
"I am so pathetic," House said dropping his head against the door. He'd let Wilson play him and then let him open that little window of hope that maybe, maybe, things were going to be better. Now he felt used. He was so tired of feeling like that, feeling anything really. "He'd better not come back," House said to no one while he wished Wilson was there.
Around 3 pm House was thinking about taking another Vicodin. He'd spent hours thinking about what he wanted to say to Wilson and what he would really say. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He rattled the pill bottle. Seven, he guessed. He poured them into his hand to count. Yep. Seven. He was good. He froze when he heard the front door opening.
"Hey, House," Wilson said casually. "There's tape on your door. What's that about?" He pointed to the pills in House's hand. "You weren't going to take all those?" It came out more like a command than a question. That was not the tone to take with House. He took one and poured the rest of the pills back into the bottle. House didn't take his eyes off Wilson.
"I don't see how my door or pills are any of your concern," House said in a quiet, neutral tone. Wilson seemed to size House up before responding.
"No, you're right. If you want to tape your door it's your right to be eccentric." He started to walk towards House.
"What are you doing here," House asked. He hadn't meant to sound angry, but Wilson always put a magnifying glass to his emotions.
"I thought I'd make us a late lunch/early dinner." Wilson held up the shopping bag. When House didn't respond, Wilson walked towards the kitchen. "I printed out the recipe for that Gordon Ramsey chicken stroganoff you said looked good. I don't think it's going to be too hard." House grabbed Wilson's arm.
"Put the bag down." Wilson tried to shake House's grip, but he held tight. He gently pointed Wilson towards the couch. Wilson huffed his annoyance, but put the bag down and sat down.
"There's chicken in that bag. I should at least put it in the fridge." House sat down on the other end of the couch and glared at him.
"And what exactly makes you think you or your chicken is welcome here?" House could tell Wilson was unnerved by his barely contained voice. Good.
"Well, I thought after last night, I and my chicken were more than welcome." Wilson's attempt at a glare was nothing more than an attempt. He didn't come close to the way House's eyes flashed.
"So you think you can just breeze in and out as you please?"
"What's going on, House? We had a good time last night. I was hoping we could keep on having good times. You're acting like you're mad at me. Is this about what I said? I was just trying to get a reaction." House didn't say anything. "Is it about Stacy? I thought you were okay about that. You were the one I always wanted." Wilson moved in to cup House's cheek. He batted his hand away.
"Really? You wanted me. Is that why you couldn't wait to wash me off your skin? Is that why you left? You had to go home and scour away the dirt?" Wilson looked horrified.
"What? No! How do you get these ideas in that twisted brain of yours? I was covered in sweat and semen and goo so I took a shower. God! I even drew you a bath before I left!" Wilson stood up. He paced around the room. He moved his hands from his hair, to his neck, to his hips and back like he had no idea where to put them. "I left because I thought you would like some space." Wilson laughed while it was clear he didn't find this amusing. "I try to respect your intimacy issues and this is what I get. You are such an ass."
"Do you want to stand by that story? Everything you do is for my own good." Wilson didn't say anything. "All these years and you still surprise me. Sex with men, rough sex – when did that start?" House stroked his cane seemingly absent mindedly, but it was intentionally suggestive.
"I knew you'd ask that."
"Then why did I have to ask? Does it have something to do with Amber? Women remind you of her. Your guilt complex keeps you from getting it up from vanilla sex?"
"It has nothing to do with Amber and I can 'get it up just fine'. Does any of that matter? I've never done anything like last night. I told you. That was my fantasy. I thought tonight we might try something a little more 'vanilla'." House stopped playing with his cane.
"So you assumed you could come back here and I'd let you have sex with me? And people think my ego is out of control. You're the whore, not me."
"Last night was…" Wilson seemed to be looking for the right word. "…amazing. It was better than any of my fantasies. I was hoping it was amazing for you, too. I was hoping you could tell me your fantasy and I could do that for you."
"Then you won't mind doing something for me." Wilson moved quickly to House and dropped to one knee.
"House, I will do anything you want just don't throw me out." Wilson sounded desperate. House smiled unpleasantly.
"Stand over there," House said indicating the middle of the room. Wilson did. "Take your clothes off."
"Take my clothes off?" When Wilson didn't get a response he removed his sweat shirt. "Is this part of your fantasy?"
"Why would I tell you my fantasies?" House leaned back. Anyone seeing him would think he was bored.
"So I can make them come true," Wilson said with a questioning inflection.
"Do you really think you can do that? Don't answer that. I already know the answer. Hurry up with those clothes." Wilson kicked his shoes off and started undoing his jeans.
"If this isn't part of your fantasy why am I taking my clothes off?"
"You aren't worthy of hearing my fantasies and clothes are for people. You aren't a 'people'." House enjoyed the confusion on Wilson's face. "Clothes off now." Wilson quickly complied. He tried to cover himself, but under House's appraising eye his attempt at modesty was pointless.
"Now what?" House twitched his lips back and forth in contemplation.
"Come here." Wilson smiled. House noted it and Wilson's anticipation. "Don't get too excited. You don't know what I'm going to do." Wilson hesitated before moving closer. House dragged his nails down the front of Wilson's thighs. "I guess you were right about not having any problems getting it up." The fact that Wilson was getting a sexual thrill out of this annoyed House. The man could get aroused by an electric fan.
"I'm glad you like it," Wilson chuckled. House dug his nails in painfully.
"You assume, or should I say presume, too much. I'm only wasting my time on you because I've caught up on all the shows on my DVR." Wilson's eyebrows knitted together. House leaned back again.
"Now lay down," House patted his left knee.
"Lay down," Wilson asked confused. House pinched the bridge of his nose.
"If you are going to question every little think and parrot it back at me you might as well leave because I'm not going to the effort to repeat myself."
"Sorry, but I don't understand what you want me to do." House turned Wilson sideways.
"Put your arms here," House explained slowly, patting the cushion next to him. "Try to stay off the leg."
"So you're bending me…"
"I'm putting you over my knee." House sounded like this was the most normal thing in the world. Wilson eyed the situation, but didn't move. "I'm done arguing with you. You said you'd do anything. It's not like I asked you to rob a bank. If it's too much to ask for you to shut up and do as you are told…" Wilson waved his hands.
"Give me a second to figure this out. Not all of us needed corporeal punishment as a kid." As soon as he finished saying it Wilson grimaced.
"That wasn't a very wise thing to say considering the position you're going to be in soon. Now shut up and do it." Wilson took a few hesitant tries before finally getting in a good starting position. House had to work hard not to laugh. Getting Wilson down the last few inches was the hard part.
"I'm not dragging my feet. I'm not sure where to …" Wilson trailed off. House did laugh.
"Your junk? We'll try it down and outside and see how that goes." House grabbed Wilson's 'junk' unsympathetically and led him down onto his knee. "How does that feel?" House sounded more analytic than aroused.
"It's not very comfortable." Well duh, House thought.
"Don't use your balls as a fulcrum point. Distribute your weight on your elbows and knees. Shift your pelvis up, but not too far. Now all of you down. Be glad you lost that semi. Shoving your stiffy into the sofa wouldn't make this easier."
House put his right arm on Wilson's back, prepared to hold him down if necessary. He placed his left hand on Wilson's ass. He squeezed each cheek lightly followed by a slow, light caress. Wilson twitched.
"Do you like that?"
"Mm-hmm. This isn't bad at all. Your jeans are a little scratchy. Maybe we should take them off." House gave Wilson's right cheek a buzz zap. Wilson yipped. House held him down with his right arm.
"Don't make suggestions. You're lucky I'm doing this at all." He returned to his light caresses. "You have an aesthetically pleasing ass." Wilson laughed. House pulled his hand back at the wrist and slapped him. Wilson stopped laughing. "Do you think this is a joke?" He slapped again. "I don't think you'll be laughing for long."
House swatted across Wilson's crack harder. The force was worse than the sting and it pushed Wilson forward. He rubbed his hand across Wilson's buttocks before returning to the caresses. His right hand reached over to Wilson's nape. He mirrored his light caresses there.
"So you've started experimenting with new things. How's that working out for you?" House was speaking so soft and low he was about to put himself to sleep.
"Good. It turns out I like trying different things, learning new stuff." Wilson purred. House thought he sounded relaxed enough. He moved his left leg and lifted Wilson a few inches. He gave him a series of swats alternating between cheeks and steadily increasing the force. House returned to caressing.
"I've got something new you might like to learn. Do you feel this? Is that good?" House brushed his fingertips along the creases between Wilson's buttocks and legs.
"'s good," Wilson slurred into the cushion.
"I bet you never knew the flesh here was so sensitive."
"Not before last night," Wilson said trying to lift his head. House pushed his head down.
"Trust me. You don't want to move right now. And don't tense up. Stay as relaxed as you can. If you relax," he said in a lullaby voice, "and let your body move naturally, it won't be so bad.
"Besides being sensitive, if you get a smack in just the right place with just the right amount of force you'll feel it all the way up your spine." House ran his right hand up and down Wilson's spine. Wilson shivered. House steadied his hand on Wilson's back. He pulled his other hand back and hit the delicate skin. Wilson's jumped. "That's not quite it." He hit again, harder. Wilson jumped again. "Closer. This is easier with a paddle, but I prefer the flesh-on-flesh feel." House grabbed Wilson's left butt cheek hard and shook it. "Third times the charm." House smacked Wilson as hard as the angle would allow. Wilson cried out and arched his back. House pushed him back down. "That's the sweet spot." House returned to gently stroking the reddening flesh.
"House," Wilson panted.
"Hmmm?"
"I need to get up."
"No you don't. You want to get up." House smacked his ass hard.
"Nooo," Wilson gasped. "Need to." He wriggled as much as House would allow him trying to reposition himself. House felt something hard and fleshy poke his thigh. House held his arms up.
"Get up. And I mean the parts of you that aren't already up."
Wilson moved slowly. He reached back and rubbed his ass.
"It feels good to stand, doesn't it? Feel how hot it is." Wilson threw his head back and breathed as if he'd been drowning. He reached for his cock and stroked it slowly.
"Stop it." Wilson looked at House, but kept stroking. "I said stop touching yourself. I'm not done." Wilson stopped.
"That wasn't so bad. What now," Wilson asked readily. House smiled at him. "Why does that smile scare me?"
"Because you're not an idiot." House stood up and looked around sizing up his options. "Go to that corner. Move." Wilson quirked an eyebrow, but moved. He started to turn back to look at House. "No, face the wall." House pointed him to the corner and prodded him to move closer into the corner. He grabbed Wilson's wrists and lifted his hands to chest level. He put his hands over Wilson's and plastered each to a wall. "Don't move. Stay here and get yourself under control."
"House…" House put his hands firmly on Wilson's shoulders.
"That means no talking. If you move again you'll have to write out 'I'll consider House's feelings before making decisions.' 100 times." Wilson laughed. "I'll give you that one, but one more and it's 150 times." House patted his shoulders and turned to leave.
"Wait! House, what are you going to do?" House turned back.
"I'll give you that one, too. I'm going to sit down and see if there's anything on worth watching. Then I'll see if there's anything worth half watching. I'll be able to see you from the couch and, believe me, you are worth watching. You will stand there, not move, and think about something other than your dick. Maybe you should try thinking about what goes through my 'twisted brain' when you say things like 'twisted brain'. Now not another word."
House went to the couch, sat down, and picked up the remote. He pretended to watch something with a giant python found in Florida, but he was really watching Wilson. House was ridiculously happy to see Wilson only move to redistribute the weight on his feet. He checked on him a few times and was glad to see, finally!, Wilson's overactive libido was in check.
"Okay, you can come over here." Wilson looked over his shoulder and saw House patting the cushion next to him. Wilson moved comically fast to the couch.
"House, I am so sorry I hurt your feelings. I really didn't mean to." Wilson leaned over and kissed House's cheek. "I promise I'll do better." House looked at him doubtfully.
"If I had a square foot of wallpaper for every time you sincerely apologized to somebody and promised to do better I'd put Sherwin Williams out of business." Wilson looked crestfallen. House put a pillow on his left leg. "This is going to be a little more difficult. Lie down this way and be careful of my leg. I'm going to trap your knees under it," House said conversationally. Wilson was, once again, confused. "Trust me – under this leg, over this leg on the pillow. It's the best way to take it easy on my leg and besides, my left hand is tired." Wilson seemed to be puzzling out the physics. "Or you could bend over a chair or something. I would prefer this, but if you want…"
"No," Wilson interrupted. "I'm just worried about hurting you. Have you, uh, done this a lot?" House's eyes crinkled with his smile.
"Let's say not often, but I didn't come up with this position on my own." That seemed to satisfy Wilson and he went to work becoming House's pretzel. "Perfect. Your ass nice and high," House ran his right hand over Wilson's butt. "It's hard for me to remember this is about you learning a lesson when I want to tap that ass." House gave him a playful pat.
"Do you plan on tapping it soon?"
"Impatient, aren't we?" House smacked Wilson harder than he had up till then. "The longer it takes me to start, the longer until we can have, what did you call it, a 'good time'." House spanked him with increasing intensity until his hand hurt and he realized Wilson was enjoying it again.
"Are you going to think about my feelings next time?" House drew lazy circles on Wilson's reddened ass.
"Are you going to tell me what you want?" House's hand stilled. "Please don't make me bleed," Wilson said earnestly.
"I will. Try to tell you, that is, not the bleeding thing." House felt a little guilty. He'd have to make it up to Wilson. "Get up. Spanking over." Wilson disentangled himself from House and stood unsteadily. He rubbed his ass and winced. "Red is a good color for you." He stretched over and placed a delicate kiss on the heated flesh of Wilson's ass. Wilson's contentment was obvious.
"If only you could get a complete personality change and get your drug use under control!" Wilson snorted. House froze. His eyes steeled.
"What did you say?"
"I'm joking. You don't need to change anything." Wilson stopped smiling when he saw the look on House's face.
"Do you want me to change who I am?" House knew the answer, but he wasn't sure what Wilson would say.
"No! I don't want to get into a fight about this. Stop being so sensitive about every little thing I say. You never used to be."
"No, you never paid attention." Wilson looked away. House could feel himself getting angry again. He had promised himself not to get mad at Wilson, but he made it difficult. "Fine, no argument." Wilson looked at him and smiled.
"I won't argue if you won't provoke," Wilson said wagging a finger at House.
House resigned himself to Wilson's attitude. It didn't stop him from being angry, but it convinced him to not feel guilty. On top of which, Wilson seemed to really enjoy being spanked. It was wasted effort and that added to his frustration. Wilson liked it this way? Fine. He'd let himself enjoy it, too. He smiled back at Wilson.
House pointed down. Wilson dropped to his knees in front of him. He ran his hands up the outside of House's thighs working his way up to his waistband. With an almost superhuman effort, House grabbed Wilson's wrists and pried his hands away while keeping his casual air. "I don't recall telling you to touch me." House tossed Wilson's hands towards him. Wilson rocked back on his heels. He licked his lips.
"May I touch you? Please?" House was glad Wilson was getting with the program.
"No." Wilson looked like a truck had driven over his grave. "You may take off my shoes." Wilson attacked his shoes. "Slow down and do it properly. I suppose you're going to waste my time and explain that to you, too," House said with exaggerated exasperation. "Stay on your knees and spread your legs." Wilson spread his legs about 12 inches apart. "That's good. Stay."
House wished he had a leash. He imagined yelling, "Heel, Wilson, good dog." He had to snigger at that idea. Wilson smiled back. House frowned and leaned down face to face with Wilson. "Believe me. You have nothing to smile about." Wilson stopped smiling. House gave him a medium light slap on the jaw. It was a little harder than he planned, but dismissed it as these things happen during war.
House put his left foot in the space between Wilson's knees. On a whim he lifted his foot and hooked it behind Wilson's balls and bounced them as gently as a shoe on genitals can. Wilson's breath hitched. House added that effect to his growing list of Wilson reactions. He sat his foot back on the floor.
"Untie it." Wilson untied it. He grabbed the heel to remove it, but jolted to a stop. "You are so lucky you didn't take off that shoe." House replaced his left foot with his right. He nudged Wilson's balls again. Wilson shuddered. Very nice, House noted.
House switched feet again. Wilson's shoulders tightened expecting another tap. House didn't move. "Take it off." Wilson complied. House ran his socked foot up the underside of Wilson's dick. Wilson's shudder seemed more like a seizure. House switched again and allowed Wilson to remove his right shoe. He didn't move. Wilson was trembling in anticipation. House switched feet without doing anything. "Do you want to take my socks off?"
"Yes." Wilson's voice quivered. House flicked his thumb and middle finger at the top of Wilson's ear. Wilson brought his hand up to his ear and dropped back on his heels. House looked at him questioningly. "Please may I remove your socks?" House put his left foot on Wilson's chest and dragged it slowly down until it reached his cock. He tickled the base with his besocked toes. House was reminded of the bad romance writer cliché "throbbing member". He put his right foot on Wilson's thigh and rubbed it up and down. He moved his left foot to do the same keeping them going in opposite directions. His leg started to bother him so he decided to let Wilson take his socks off. He wasn't going to admit why.
"Take them off." Wilson removed the left sock shakily followed by the right sock even more shakily. House rubbed his naked heels against Wilson's thighs. With his leg protesting, House hooked his right foot behind Wilson scrotum and tapped it in front with his left.
"House," Wilson moaned. House tapped a little harder. On every tap Wilson let out little "oh" sounds. "Oh…oh…oh…oooh…" House stopped. That sounded like Wilson was way too stimulated.
"Get up. Up!" Wilson stood. "Go sit over there." He pointed to the rattan chaise lounge in the corner. Wilson looked at it and looked back at House.
"If I thought denim was scratchy, what do you think I'll say about wicker?"
"Wicker makes it sounds cheap. That's solid hand woven rattan weave. And I didn't ask your opinion. Sit." Wilson didn't move. "I expect you to sit down, be uncomfortable, and get a fun little pattern imprinted on your sweet ass. Sit." Wilson mulled it over for a moment before nodding. He turned and managed to take one step.
"Stop." He stopped. "Since you feel the need to question my orders, I've decided to reevaluate my decision." Wilson turned back to House clearly surprised. "You can crawl over there. And before you get any more bright ideas, you should know I'm getting bored with this. Your only purpose is to entertain me. You're not very entertaining at the moment." House didn't sound angry. From the slight tremble of Wilson lips House guessed his calm demeanor was more chilling.
Wilson eased himself onto the floor and crawled on his hands and knees to the chaise lounge. He stood and carefully sat down. He squirmed a little, but settled down when House was suddenly in front of him.
"Put your hands behind your back." House was pleased at how quickly Wilson responded. He ran a finger down Wilson's face to his chin. He tilted Wilson's face to look at him. He smiled benevolently. "That's a good boy. I think you deserve a treat. Do you think you do?"
"Yes," Wilson said looking up longingly. House quirked an eyebrow. "Yes, please." House stroked Wilson's cheek softly. Wilson nuzzled into it. He kissed the palm of House's hand. House stuck his thumb in Wilson's mouth. He sucked it greedily.
"I seem to recall you promised me a blow job." He rubbed his thumb against Wilson's tongue. Wilson hummed affirmatively. "That's a nice treat for you, letting someone like you suck my cock, lick my dick…I'm not sure." Wilson made eye contact with his best puppy dog eyes. House pretended to consider it. "Okay, I tell you what. I've taken way more Vicodin than you would find acceptable. If you can get me hard, using only your mouth, I'll let you off the chair and we'll move this to the bedroom." House unbuttoned his jeans with one hand and pulled the zipper down half way all the while fondling Wilson's tongue with his thumb. "What do you say to someone who gives you a gift?" House slowly took his thumb out and traced Wilson's lips with it.
"Thank you," Wilson said uncertainly.
"That doesn't sound very appreciative." House countered Wilson's puppy dog eyes with his own laser beam eyes.
"Thank you," Wilson said with feeling. He gulped.
"That's better. Unzip me." Wilson moved his hands from behind his back. "Oh no, keep your hands where they are. Use your teeth on my zipper's teeth." Wilson clearly had no idea how to do that. It reminded House of one of those awful team building exercises where you have to pass a ball to the next person using only your neck and chin. He was surprise when Wilson was able to nudge aside denim with his nose to get a clear run at the zipper. He was more surprised when Wilson latched his teeth onto the zipper pull with only a few tries.
Even with the pull between his teeth it wasn't easy to finish unzipping. House would never say Wilson wasn't tenacious. When he finally finished pulling down the zipper both men seemed pleased with the result.
"Very good! You have a real knack for that." He pulled his jeans and boxers down to just below his hips. He held his cock out in front of Wilson. It was already semi-hard, but House saw a tinge of disappointment in his eyes. "What's wrong," House asked in a truly annoyed voice. Wilson wet his lips.
"I thought you'd already be hard. I'm dying here!" House laughed.
"I'm giving you all this time and effort and you think I should enjoy it? Maybe you should sit there a while and think about that." House put his dick back in his boxers.
"No. Please." Wilson sounded so sincere it elicited unwanted feelings in House.
"Please what? What do you want?"
"I want to suck your dick. Please."
"Tell me about it." Wilson was frozen.
"Um…I want your dick in my mouth." House huffed making it clear that wasn't good enough.
"Do you want to suck me down your throat? Do you want me to fuck your face?"
"Yes. Please. Let me taste you, please." House liked how needy Wilson sounded. He pulled his cock back out of his boxers.
"Lick me. I want it wet." Wilson bent down and stuck his tongue out. He took a tentative lick at the tip. "You're going to have to do a lot better than that. I want it messy." Wilson drooled over House's glans. "That's better. Don't forget the shaft." Wilson moved his mouth building up spit. Starting at the base, Wilson dribbled a thick trail of saliva up the length of House's dick. He returned to flip his tongue up and down, painting House. "That's very good. More of that." Wilson repeated on the other side.
"Spit on my cock. Spit." Wilson spit badly. He tried again with more success. "Now suck it up then blow it out." Wilson slurped up the largest portion of saliva. He returned it and more along House's length blowing saliva bubbles as he went. The sound was obscene. The excess drool dripping off Wilson's chin was nasty. House found it unbelievably hot.
His neat and clean Wilson being so nasty and dirty, it was too much. He pulled Wilson's face up and leaned down to attack his mouth with his. He couldn't help himself. Realizing he'd given Wilson too much, he pulled away, but stayed close.
"Open wide. Show me how wide you can open your mouth." Wilson opened his mouth. "Wider. Wider." Once House was sure Wilson couldn't open any more he spit in Wilson's mouth. Wilson jumped back in shock. House grabbed the back of Wilson's head and pulled him forward. He waited for Wilson to say "no" or "stop" or "get away".
"Keep that pretty mouth open, you dirty little whore. You need some help?" House shoved his dick in Wilson's mouth. His lips closed around it. House slapped his neck. "I said open." Wilson opened his mouth wider again, straining to open wider than House's cock. House thrust in and out not going beyond Wilson's molars until Wilson seemed accustomed to it. House tightened both his hands on Wilson's head and shoved his cock in deep. Wilson gagged. House pulled out of his mouth.
"I'm going to fuck your throat. For your own safety I suggest you keep your mouth open wide, try not to gag, and hope you don't choke to death." He slapped Wilson hard to send home his point. Wilson was breathing heavily, but opened his mouth again. "Good boy." House positioned Wilson's head to have a straighter path. He drove his dick hard until he felt resistance and felt Wilson gagging. "The way you ripple around me when you're choking feels amazing." House began thrusting again. He had to make an effort to not lose control. He didn't want to drown Wilson with his come. Yet.
"Now close and suck," House commanded pulling slowly out of Wilson's mouth and lightening his grip. He let Wilson catch his breath for a brief moment before slowly pushing past Wilson's parted lips. "Suck harder. Hollow out your cheeks." Wilson convulsively swallowed and sucked in harder. House pulled back a little from the suction. "Christ that's good." Wilson moaned something around his cock. "Fuck!" House was barely moving and it was still too much. He had to pull out. Outside of Wilson's mouth he painfully missed it.
Wilson bent forward and rubbed his face against House's leg. At first House thought Wilson wanted the contact, but he realized he was wiping the saliva off his face. House pushed him away.
"Do I look like a towel?"
"What do I get for making you hard?" Wilson was far too eager. He was practically quaking with barely contained energy.
"The warm feeling of a job well done." Wilson gave House a pissy look. House wondered how Wilson thought that would make this any better. "You can crawl to the bedroom." Wilson waited for more directions. "You will crawl now." That was all the direction House was going to give him.
Wilson stood up wincing at the sensation of pulling his ass off the chair. Touching himself he felt the waffle pattern House had predicted. House stared at him then pointed to the floor with his eyes. Wilson lowered himself to the floor and started to crawl.
"This is really bad on my knees," Wilson whined.
"Then you should rest a minute." House stooped down and glided his fingertips along the imprint the chair had caused. He moved slowly so Wilson could feel each peak and valley. Wilson's breath came in stuttered puffs. "I told you it would make a fun pattern. I thought you looked good in red, but you look even better in a red print." House couldn't stay in that position much longer. He put a hand on Wilson's back for support.
He sensually licked a path along one to the deeper grooves. He picked a spot and laved it with extra attention. House made sure that small area was wet before pulling back until his lips were only a few millimeters from Wilson's flesh. He inhaled deeply through his mouth. Wilson's back arched and he moaned. House bit the same spot then roughly sucked it. He couldn't help but wonder what Wilson's other lovers over the next few days would think of the mark. He supposed it was too much to ask for one of them to be outraged to find out she wasn't the only piece of fruit in Wilson's salad.
House had a hard time standing, but managed it without asking for help. He welcomed the pain to distract him from how badly he wanted to slam into Wilson.
"That's enough of a rest for your knees. Get crawling." Wilson crawled across the floor. House took a moment to enjoy the sway of his hips and the way Wilson's hard cock waved with each step. "Damn, you're sexy. You're sexier than any hooker I've ever hired." Wilson blushed over his flushed face. He accentuated the swing of his butt. "You are so bad. Even after being punished you're still a hot, nasty harlot." House waited for Wilson to get a good lead before hobbling after him. Once in the bedroom, Wilson stopped and awaited his instructions. House could definitely get used to that.
"Get up. Lie down on the bed on your back. Get in the middle. Good. Put your hands behind your head. That's it. I want you to stay just like that." Wilson was smiling like an idiot. House could tell he was dying for House to do, well, anything to him.
"Comfy? Good. I'll be back." House turned and walked out of the bedroom closing the door behind him.
House made his way to the living room clearly amused. He wondered how long Wilson would wait before giving up on him returning. That put a song in his heart. He popped a much deserved pill.
He picked up the bag of groceries Wilson had brought and took them to the kitchen. House opened the fridge and stood in front of it. He concentrated on the cold, the moldy luncheon meat, and anything he could think of to kill his erection. Once he was soft enough to comfortably stuff himself back into his pants he put the groceries away to further distract him.
At 11 minutes, Wilson called out for him. After a moment's hesitation, House decided he would be more benevolent than Wilson and not make him wait another 5 minutes for an answer. He went to the bedroom.
"Did you say something," House asked from the doorway.
"I was worried you weren't coming back." House moved into the room and sat on the bed.
"I wouldn't do that to you! I had to take care of some more important things." Wilson clearly didn't think there was anything more important than him. House was disappointed Wilson didn't seem to connect the dots from yesterday. Clearly Wilson wasn't very bright once he was in fuck mode, as if House needed any more proof.
"I stayed on the bed just like you said."
"Yep. Sure did."
"So…"
"Yeah, so…Do I need to tell you 'good job'? Do you expect kudos for doing what you are supposed to do?"
"I was hoping I'd get a treat." Wilson waggled his eyebrows. It always made House laugh, always, but not this time. He made himself stay neutral.
"What kind of treat do you think you deserve for not doing the wrong thing?" Wilson sucked his lips inward before speaking.
"I thought you'd let me touch you some more, maybe with my hands." House shook his head. "Maybe let me take your clothes off."
"I don't think so." House stood up and walked around to the other side of the bed.
"Can I at least take your shirt off?" Wilson was desperate. House sat on the bed. He crept closer to Wilson.
"Why would I want to do that? I like this shirt. I'm not going to let you do anything to me." House reached out and walked his fingers across Wilson's chest. "On the other hand, it's my dime and I can do anything I want to you." He pinched a nipple. "I can help myself to your body." House scraped his nails down Wilson's side. "I can do anything that amuses me." House dragged the back of his hand under Wilson's exposed arm. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Wilson's dick twitch.
He climbed completely onto the bed and lay down on his side next to, but not touching Wilson. He kissed a trail from Wilson's elbow to his arm pit. Wilson made an appreciative sound. House brought his body against Wilson's side. He reached across Wilson's chest to his other arm and tickled him. Wilson instinctively brought his arms down. House stopped and slapped Wilson's chest, his fingers connecting with a nipple.
"I said to keep your hands behind your head." Wilson stretched his arms out then returned to his approved position. House brought his face close to Wilson's. "I bet you didn't keep them there the whole time I was gone. I'm not a sadist, you know. I just like controlling you, enjoying you on my terms." He rubbed a stubbled cheek against Wilson's clean shaven face. "I thought about leaving you here and going out to eat or to a movie. There would be some satisfaction knowing I left you here like you left me, but then I realized that would mean I wouldn't get to indulge myself with your flesh." House moved his hand up and down Wilson's torso.
"I'm sorry I left. I wouldn't have left if you'd asked me to stay. I would have stayed all night and done anything you wanted. Please don't hold it against me." House had seen Wilson look that sincere before, but it was rare to hear it in his voice at the same time. He was near tears. House didn't know if it was an act, but he decided he'd rather live in that reality at least for the moment.
"How's this? Now that I know how much you like me telling you what to do I'll let you know when you can leave." He kissed Wilson's cheek. Wilson closed his eyes.
"That sounds perfect." He turned his face to House's. House pecked Wilson's lips softly.
"Is it okay if I kiss you," House asked solemnly. Wilson snickered.
"You can do anything you want to my body and as a doctor I can assure you my lips are part of my body." Wilson pressed their lips together. House didn't need any more invitation. He rolled on top of Wilson, using his elbows to pin Wilson's. He grabbed his head further trapping Wilson's hands behind it. House had never looked so dangerous.
House attacked his lips, ravaged his mouth. He charted every tract of Wilson's mouth with his tongue then returned for a lazy tour. Wilson tried to parry House's moves, but he couldn't match House's constantly changing tactics. Wilson became more passive allowing House to pillage his mouth and lips at will.
Breaking off his latest attack, House outlined Wilson's lips with the tip of his tongue. He could get used to the way Wilson panted. He pulled back to look at his handiwork. Wilson's lips were plumping nicely.
"You have beautiful lips." House moved in for a simple kiss. He moved away when Wilson's tongue touched his bottom lip. "You'd be astounded how much extra I've paid for kissing." He stroked Wilson's lips with the pad of his index finger. Wilson kissed it. House looked into his eyes and if he didn't know better, and he definitely knew better, he'd think Wilson was looking at him with something more sentimental than simple passion. Then again, maybe he was being too hard on Wilson.
"Are you going to take your clothes off now?" Nope. It was misinterpreted lust.
"Do you have someplace you need to be?"
"Noooo, but my balls are turning blue here." House sat up and looked down at Wilson.
"They don't look blue to me."
"Come on, House," Wilson whined thrusting his pelvis. "Don't you want to take off your clothes and rub our bodies together?"
"I'm still not seeing why that should interest me." House sounded indifferent to the situation. Wilson moved his arms from behind his head. He propped himself up on his elbows.
"What would interest you? Do you want to tie me up? Maybe put something inside me? I bet you have all kinds of kinky toys."
"You are my kinky toy. How does that make you feel?" To himself, House added how does it feel to be less than human like you make me feel when you act like I'm a diagnostic machine.
"Lucky. Take your clothes off." Wilson sat up completely. He started pulling up House's shirt. House stood up to get out of reach. He went to the nightstand. He rummaged around in the drawer until he found what he was looking for. He tossed it at Wilson who caught it in a fumbling grasp.
"Wet Platinum?"
"Use about a 100th of what you used yesterday." Wilson enthusiastically turned over on his knees, lowered and propped his head and upper chest on a pillow, and stuck his ass out for display.
"Maybe you should do it for me." He wiggled wantonly. House's first thought was to go over and give Wilson a demonstration of hard, dry fucking. His second thought was to lube up his fingers and fist fuck him. His third thought was to tell Wilson to do it himself. Luckily for Wilson, House had a very quick mind and he was able to get to the third thought before putting either of the first two into motion.
"Maybe you should shut up and do it for yourself while I watch." Wilson sat up and looked momentarily disappointed. Then he looked mischievous. House was eager to see what Wilson had in mind, but he kept up his indifferent façade.
Wilson sat up on his knees and opened the bottle. He sniffed it. He apparently didn't find it offensive because he turned at the waist and stretched an arm behind him to drip the liquid at the top of his crack.
"Not too much," House reminded. Wilson turned back and made a show of closing the bottle and setting it aside. He bent over again and spread his cheeks for House. The liquid trickled a shiny trail down. Wilson's ass with the pattern mostly faded and enough color to attract him on display for him made it harder for House to maintain his detached air. He practically tore his shirt off.
Wilson propped himself on one arm and reached back with the other through his legs. He moaned as he snaked his hand past his erection and balls. He curved his back. Wilson rubbed his anus with two fingers. He moaned louder. House pulled his pants off without looking away. Wilson pushed a finger into his opening only up to the first knuckle. He groaned lewdly. House was compelled to reach out and touch Wilson's ass.
"I'll never make fun of you taking yoga again." He bit the hickey he'd left earlier.
"Yes, House, touch me. Want you!" House moved his hand away.
"Roll over." House picked up the bottle of lube. "Over, now." Wilson turned over excitedly. "Give me your hand." Wilson held out his left hand. House turned it palm side up and squeezed a dollop of fluid into it. "Make me wet again."
Wilson didn't need to have the order repeated. He grabbed House's cock and twisted his hand stroking him roughly and coating his cock. House grabbed Wilson's wrist staying his hand.
"That'll do. Lie back." Wilson laid back and stretched before settling with his legs slightly parted. His mouth twitched trying to suppress the dopey smile he'd had earlier. House definitely did not find it cute no matter who asked and that included himself. He turned to the bedside table to bite his lip in private. He pulled out a condom and tore it open with his teeth.
"What are you doing?" Wilson sounded perplexed. That perplexed House.
"I was thinking about doing you the honor of having my dick up your ass. Is that a problem?"
"No, no, not at all," Wilson quickly answered propping himself up on his elbows. "You, ah, don't need a condom."
"Sure I do." House pulled the condom out dramatically.
"No, it's okay. I want to feel you." House laughed.
"And I don't want to get any cooties. I believe in the old adage 'Wrap that rascal'." He rolled on the condom. Wilson looked indignant.
"I don't have any 'cooties'. I'm sure you don't have any."
"I'm sure you thought that about everybody else you fucked. I shouldn't have let you drool all over me and I don't know what I was thinking about kissing you. Do you have any idea how many diseases can be transmitted orally? Haven't you spent any time in the clinic? And not just STDs. The human mouth is a breeding ground for all kinds of cooties."
"House, talking about disease isn't a turn on for me." Wilson stared at House's dick. "Even if it does get you off."
House pushed Wilson's legs further apart, roughly forced himself between them, and shoved Wilson's shoulders knocking him off his elbows.
"You know what gets me off? Knowing that in about 10 seconds you're going to be moaning my name." House lowered on top of Wilson in an obscene push up. He rubbed his cock against Wilson's.
"Hoooussse," Wilson moaned. House looked down on him smugly.
"And in under 20 seconds you're going to gasp and say my name," House said in a low, dark voice. He kept his pelvis down, but moved his hands to Wilson's chest sensually. He moved his hands back up slowly then grabbed his nipples hard. Wilson gasped.
"House!" House took a moment to gloat. He pulled away from Wilson.
"Move down a little." Wilson wriggled towards the edge of the bed. House shuffled between Wilson's legs. "This isn't going to be very comfortable for either of us, but I'll be too busy to care." House gripped Wilson's knees and pulled up. Wilson bent his legs in response. House hooked his elbows behind Wilson's knees. "If it makes it easier, put your feet on my shoulders. They're stronger than you might think."
"I love your shoulders – so broad, strong." Wilson was breathing heavy. He lifted his left ankle and rubbed it along House's shoulder. "They remind me of a Greek statue."
Oh please, House thought, more Hephaestus than Adonis. If he wasn't busy with other plans he would have called Wilson on it. He pulled Wilson's leg down spreading him apart wider.
House rubbed his finger around Wilson's opening. He rubbed his thumb over Wilson's perineum. He made slow gentle circles. Wilson sighed.
"Ever try prostate milking?" Never mind. We'll save that in case we do this again someday." He pushed down hard. Wilson ground his teeth together. House pushed his index finger into Wilson then slowly pulled out.
"In about 20 seconds you are going to scream my name," House said in an even lower voice. Wilson chuckled. House leaned in and pressed the tip of his cock against Wilson's anus. "10 seconds." House didn't wait 10 seconds. He pushed forward on the back of Wilson's thighs and slammed into him.
"House," Wilson screamed. House growled.
"Told you so," House huffed. He pulled back, but not out. "So good – tight, perfectly wet…" House pushed in and held. "Look at me." He plunged in three times in rapid succession never taking his eyes of Wilson's face. "Your eyes are such a beautiful color. I've always wanted to tell you that."
House untangled his arms from Wilson's legs causing Wilson to wince. House was breathing heavily. He knew it would be ending soon, too soon, but all good things…usually happen to somebody else.
House flattened his body against Wilson and slid his arms around Wilson's back and grabbed his shoulders from behind. He could feel Wilson's cock throbbing against his stomach.
"You've been so good." House kissed Wilson's chin. He leaned up putting more weight on Wilson. He panted into Wilson's ear. "Tell me what you want as a treat for being so sweet." He sat up a little and began rocking from side to side. Wilson whimpered. He had trouble talking.
"Come…make me…House!" His name came out as a wail combining pain and pleasure. The sound was almost enough to finish House.
House sat up all the way and awkwardly transferred his weight to his left leg and his right arm planted next to Wilson. The movement made Wilson moan. He wrapped his left hand around Wilson's dick. He pumped Wilson roughly against his stomach timing each stroke with each shove into his ass.
Both men mumbled an incoherent litany of swear words and babblings. House's eyes were squinched shut. His movements seemed synchronized to music only he could hear. He played for several measures until the crescendo of his orgasm marked a change in meter. House continued stroking Wilson more through movement memory than conscious effort. It didn't take much before Wilson's cries raised an octave. He shook violently and covered House's chest and stomach with saved up semen. House continued pumping his fist until he felt Wilson's body go slack. He collapsed on top of him.
House rested for a minute then rocked side to side. House got up and scraped some clinging come off his chest. He flung the excess at Wilson's torso.
"Nice," Wilson said sarcastically between breaths. House smiled.
"Yes it was." After a languorous stretch he collapsed on the bed next to Wilson. Neither spoke or moved for a while. House thought that might be his favorite part – post orgasm Wilson quiet time.
"Didn't you say last night we should cut out the bullshit foreplay?" Wilson reached for House's hand.
"I didn't plan on this turning into another cheap screw." House slowly pulled his hand away and stretched his arms over his head. Wilson rolled onto his side. He ran his hand up and down House's chest. House hoped Wilson wouldn't get too close to his ticklish spot again.
"This was not just another cheap screw," Wilson said bringing his face close to House's. House sat up quickly and began fumbling in the seemingly bottomless bedside table. He pulled out an envelope and opened it. He turned back to Wilson and tossed several bills at him. Wilson sat up with the guileless confusion House had come to expect from their interactions.
"What's this?"
"I'm assuming you're still billing out at $400 an hour. You should really ask for the money up front."
"Wait a minute, House," Wilson said. House held up a hand then pulled out several more bills and handed them to Wilson. He didn't take them.
"That kind of action usually costs a lot more. You earned it!" House threw the money on the bed. House limped towards the door. He turned around at the doorway. "I almost forgot. You can leave now." He walked to the bathroom and closed the door.
House couldn't look at himself in the mirror. He wished things could be different. But if wishes were horses even Hercules couldn't clean the stables. If Wilson thought this was his fantasy he had no idea about who House was. That made him laugh. He had spent more hours with Wilson than any other person on the planet and the man still didn't know him.
It's my own fault, he thought. I could have talked to him more, really talking. At least I got the last word and when I don't see him again I'll have the satisfaction that I told him to go. And I can't blame him. Hell, I didn't know he was into the rough trade so how could he know what I want. I am such a screw up. I should have…let it go, House. What's done is done.
He licked the dried semen on his hand. Wilson tasted like he imagined he would. He imagined what his dad would say about his romantic, homosexual dreams. That made him feel worse in a different way that was, for once, refreshing.
Eventually House decided he had to move. He'd given Wilson plenty of time to get dressed and out the door. He cleaned himself off with a wash cloth. He'd take a shower later. He wanted to keep at least the scent of Wilson marinade around for a while.
His leg had completely locked up and helped distract him. He moved stiffly. In the bedroom House found fresh clothes. He also found a spunk stained comforter. At least Wilson left him a memento. He noted there wasn't any money on the bed.
He needed to get out of that room. He hurriedly got dressed and went in search of protein and fluids. House vaguely remembered he had some awful tasting PowerAde in the fridge. That reminded him of the chicken Wilson brought. If Wilson didn't take it with him, and House really hoped he did, he could cook it. It would take his mind off things. He could cook when he had to. It was creative chemistry. If it didn't involve prep and clean up he'd do it more often. Luckily Wilson usually…maybe cooking wasn't a good idea.
The empty living room depressed him in its own way. Was there a single piece of furniture that didn't whisper "Wilson" at him? Nope, everything was Wilson infused. He was shaken out of his malaise by a sound in the kitchen. There was Wilson, his hair a mess and fully dressed with some flour on his sweatshirt. He looked totally wrecked, but was smiling.
"Hey," he offered when he saw House.
"Hey," seemed the only appropriate response.
"I'm going to make some extra spätzle. I don't think this recipe really serves four." Wilson acted like it was a typical Saturday night.
"Didn't I tell you to leave." House asked wondering if maybe he hadn't said it out loud and had caught a break.
"No, you said I could leave. I decided to stay. I haven't had dinner yet." Wilson didn't look away from the stove.
House didn't know what to say. "Thank you for not leaving." "I'm starving." "Never forget I'm not good with people." "Wasn't spätzle a favorite of Hitler?" He could see himself saying any of them, but none sounded like what he really wanted to say. Wilson turned off the burner.
"Stop thinking. You've got to work on that, House." House was still mute. "How's this – I'm having a special today and you've paid for three more hours. I couldn't sleep with myself if you didn't get your money's worth, especially when I could be sleeping with you." Wilson waggled his eyebrows. This time House laughed.
"You're a bargain. I hope your pimp doesn't get mad." House took a few pained steps towards Wilson.
"Cuddy doesn't mind if I bring in a repeat customer." Wilson closed the gap between them. "Besides, I promised to fulfill your fantasy and I still don't know what that is." He put one hand on House's neck and the other on his waist. He leaned in and kissed him. He broke the kiss before it could grow out of control. "Why don't you get off that leg and I'll come get you when dinner's ready." He kissed House's cheek. "I think I might be able to get this done in 20 more minutes. It's really easy." Wilson opened a cabinet and pulled down a bottle of olive oil House assumed he had left on a previous cooking spree. It was all too normal. He started to hobble to the living room and his Vicodin, but stopped.
"So why did you really stay?" House sounded curious, but suspicious. Wilson looked at him and smiled that dopey smile House was still not going to admit was cute and made his insides quake.
"You said you love me unconditionally until you find a condition. Apparently, me being a jerk and a depraved whore isn't that condition." Wilson turned back to the stove.
"I can live with that," House said. He was pretty sure he'd never find that condition.