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Wilson was hovering over his best friend with 2 fingers slick with lube stretching him open.
What kind of conversation was even supposed to take place here?? Minutes ago he was much more confident about this plan but now that the initial haze of hornyness had evaporated he was terrified.
He didn’t think he had any more spontaneous confidence in him, his trembling hands and shallow, heated breaths made that clear enough.
House groaned impatiently, his jaw was slack and his eyes were mostly closed now. “The prostate can not be that hard to find. You deal with ball cancer all day.”
“Be patient.” Wilson hissed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” House managed to respond, struggling to articulate properly. His cock was leaking obscenely onto his stomach, the sight made Wilson bite his cheek.
Wilson looked down, jaw tightening. As he slid a second finger in, down to the second knuckle. House let out a deep , satisfied exhale at the intrusion. Wilson curled his fingers up deliberately with a practiced hand, he slid his fingers in and out much easier now.
He looked up at House again,heart bubbling with anticipation. the uncomfortable yet familiar churning of his stomach only got worse as time went on.
Wilson felt the anxiety creeping up to his throat threatening to spill out into stupid words like, “we should stop.” Or “you should leave.”
Because with House it wasn’t just sex. It could never just be sex. they’d never be able to go back to being repressed idiots that were a little too flirtatious at work. Everyone would know. They would know. They would see it. He might lose his only friend. He might-
“Stop thinking,” House murmured, blue eyes watching him through a foggy haze. “It’s fucking up your rhythm.”
The lines on his face were dimly lit by the partially closed curtains. His neck and lips flushed pink from Wilson’s lips. His normally hardened expression was nowhere to be seen. Wilson had done that. He’d made him look like that.
The guilt that had made a cozy home underneath Wilson’s ribs had almost instantly dissipated. He felt like his mind had gone to jello and he nearly had to suppress a laugh.
Holy shit he was about to fuck Gregory House.
“come on hurry up-“ House complained, snapping Wilson out of his spiraling. “Finish what you started.”
“Sorry sorry,” he finally managed as he slowly slipped his fingers out. He wanted to work his way up to three but if he was honest he was getting impatient too, his cock straining against his boxers.
House bit the inside of his cheek trying not to moan at the sudden loss.
Wilson looked away, his flustered heart pounding rapidly. “Are we doing this or not?”
“Get on with it lover boy” House cooed, he traced his fingers up Wilson’s neck as the man slid his boxers down his legs clumsily.
“Condom?”
“Are you clean?” House murmured as he gently shifted his hips toward him, the friction between them was nearly angelic as it was satisfying.
Wilson nodded wordlessly, afraid that if he spoke his voice would fail him like a prepubescent boy.
“When was the last time one of your wives let you fuck her raw James?” House ran his fingers absentmindedly through the other doctor’s hair. “I bet this’ll be refreshing for you.”
Wilson gasped and nodded, pressing his forehead to his partner's shoulder. His cock twitched desperately, he wanted him so badly.
House palmed Wilson’s cock through his boxers before he took them off completely, gently helping him line up his cock. The self righteous smirk that was all over House’s face just made it worse.
normally this sort of sexual power play would’ve annoyed Wilson, but strangely he couldn’t find any complaints at house gripping at him the way he was. The only thoughts in his mind that didn’t involve fucking House’s brains out were stupid sweet nothings about how much he loved him.
Wilson felt like he always did with House, whatever the opposite of control was.
like a backseat driver, like a substitute teacher.
Wilson was his secondary, only because his general usefulness relied on being such. And unfortunately he couldn’t bring himself to hate that.
He grabbed onto House’s hip with a hum of satisfaction as he finally began to ease his way in. House grit his teeth and closed his eyes.
“Fuck that’s it-“ House sighed as he adjusted to Wilson’s size. He was quite well endowed himself but Wilson was fucking ridiculous. How the hell was he walking around with that thing in between his legs all day?
Wilson’s grasp on House tightened as he moved his pelvis flush with the other man. He held himself still for a few moments, their bodies and breathing intertwined.
He quickly realized this futile attempt at self restraint would get him nowhere.
Wilson leaned in for a kiss, House’s lips effortlessly parted for him and he drank in every second of it. It still blew him away how willing House was, his body fully trusting and relaxed underneath him was beautiful.
He started moving his hips back and forth slowly at first, still not disconnecting their mouths, he wanted to taste the sounds he was about to wring out of him. Wilson kissed like he was sorry, like his goal to please was life or death.
Wilson yanked House down the bed a few inches as he picked up his pace. His thrusts finally more consistent and purposeful.He rolled his hips with more urgency, more force, fingertips digging into House’s waist hard enough to leave bruises.
“G-Greg fuck-“ Wilson whined a little too loud as he drifted his hand over his best friend’s chest reverently. “You- ah- you feel so fucking good” he moaned through his teeth. The blissed out expression he wore so shamelessly nearly made House cum on the spot.
“You can go rougher than that- ” House taunted, his right leg sliding up against him salaciously.
“Shut up-“ Wilson grabbed a fistful of the other man’s hair.” You’ll take it however I wanna give it to you.” House shuddered and immediately shut up under the hands that held him firmly in place.
He groaned as Wilson fucked into his prostate over and over, it was mind-melting. Whatever pain he’d felt before was a dull thrum in the back of his mind. House had needed this for much longer than he’d like to admit.
Before long house was hurtling towards orgasm, his back was arched and his moans grew more and more uncontrollable.
“Ja-ah- James! so close-“ he groaned as he wrapped his arms around the other man who was shuddering nearly as bad as him. “Please- need you,”
Wilson sped up, but his strokes were much sloppier now, his breathing erratic and short.
“Shit, House I’m-“ Wilson cut himself off with a restraining hum. His eyes managing to open despite these circumstances made Greg flush. “Can I come inside you?” He whined, dropping his head into the crook of house’s neck.
He locked his leg into place on top of Wilson’s. A wordless answer seemed to be all the man needed.
Wilson clashed their mouths together as he came, less a kiss and more of interchanging their shared air. Drool and words mixed together in their embrace like a shitty martini.
He continued to weakly thrust and jerk house off until the other doctor finished as well.
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House doesn’t move when Wilson pulls out. He lays there silently attempting to catch his breath.His fingers clutch the sheets like they’re the only solid thing in the room, he clutches them and he’s reminded of how Wilson was holding him only moments ago.
Images of himself like war flashbacks begin to surface in his post orgasmic haze, twitching and gasping and throwing his head back beneath his best friend.
He eventually rolls over and groans with exasperation.
“Wilson?”
“Mhnm” he was clearly trying to sound like he wasn’t just asleep. Poor guy, house had kept him up ridiculously late.
“Don’t get in your head about this.” He says flatly. “I’m looking forward to uh- more of -“
“House please shut up.”
“Right” he sighs.
It was times like this he appreciated their relationship the way it was. There was no need to explain or apologize or talk at all. Wilson understood him.
Hopefully.