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"GAH!" Was Wilson's articulate greeting as he walked into the living room. House barely glanced up at him before turning his attention back to the tv, where two young ladies were lying on their backs, moaning loudly as they were fingered by a young man. "Date didn't go well?" House asked conversationally as his hand started stroking his dick again. His pants were still on, but he'd shifted them lower on his hips so his cock was out. "It wasn't a date, I was just working. You knew that." Wilson replied grumpily, eyes flicking between the tv and House's hand. House was pretty surprised that Wilson hadn't bolted from the room already. He was even more surprised when Wilson gave a frustrated sigh, dropped his bag on the floor, and slumped down onto the sofa next to House, unzipping his own fly and sticking his hand down his pants. House had to make a consious effort to look back up at the tv and stop watching Wilson's hand slowly begin to move inside his jeans. They sat in a tense, yet somehow companionable silence, watching the man switch back and forth between the women, pausing only for them to suck him off or wriggle sensually against each other.
House felt like he should say something. Break the tension, make fun of Wilson, flirt, anything, but surprisingly it was Wilson who spoke first. "You've got more than just this right? Can we change it?" House glanced over at him, making a show of putting the tv remote on his knee, away from Wilson. Wilson frowned, then to House's shock, lunged sideways across House's lap, snatching the remote from his knee. Wilson turned back to the tv and began flicking through videos, while House's brain very unhelpfully replayed the moment, focusing on exactly how close Wilson's hand had gotten to his dick. Wilson had picked a video, and sat back, setting the remote next to him, on the opposite side from House, hand beginning to move within his jeans again. House forced his eyes back to the tv, watching the two young men and a young woman begin to pull each other's clothes off. His eyes widened as the two young men began to kiss as the woman lay down on the bed. He glanced at Wilson, who was deliberately keeping his eyes on the screen. House turned his attention back as well, and silence once again reigned.
House was certain it would end that way: the two of them beating off to bisexual porn, Wilson getting up and leaving the room and the two of them not talking about it, even when House brought it up at work to fluster the ducklings and embarrass Wilson. And it probably would have, if Wilson hadn't given a frustrated grunt, shoved his pants down off his hips, turned to House and said possibly the most earth-shattering thing he could have said in that moment. "I want to suck you off." House blinked. He opened his mouth, characteristic biting snark right on the tip of his tongue. "Whuh?" Smooth Greg, well done. Wilson rolled his eyes. "I want to suck you off. Suck your dick. Make you come. Can I say it more clearly?" House gave himself a mental shake. It's okay, it's just Wilson. Wilson, who's always made him feel... feelings in ways that no-one else ever has. Wilson, saying things that he's heard before, from partners, from prostitutes, spoken in far more sultry tones than Wilson's mildy annoyed blunt voice, the one he used when House was being particularly obnoxious. And yet, coming from Wilson, those words sounded sexier than they ever had, and House felt his dick, which honestly hadn't gotten far past half-chub all evening, harden an almost painful amount.
He gave the base a squeeze as he made his brain stop spinning. It's okay, he can handle this. He gave a shrug, shooting Wilson a shit-eating grin (he hoped). "Sure, if you're really that desperate for it." Wilson scoffed, sliding off the couch onto his knees. House felt his heart thump as Wilson knelt in front of him, hands reaching out to bat his own away, taking hold of House's cock. He leaned forward, then paused, looking up at House. Oh, his eyes looked so big, and so deep. Did he always look so precious? Or was it just because he was here, on his knees in front of House, about to blow him? House forced himself to listen as Wilson started talking. "I haven't... I haven't done this since college, so, don't expect much, alright?" House knew he would normally reply sarcastically, but Wilson was close enough to his dick that House had felt his breath against it when he spoke, and now all could think of was how badly he wanted Wilson's mouth on him. He nodded. Wilson looked momentarily surprised, before focusing back on House's dick.
His tongue peeked out between his lips, wetting them slightly before pressing against House's shaft, just below the head. House sighed, desperately trying to keep his hips still and stop his brain going off into poetical musings about how perfect Wilson was. Both impulses got harder to control when, after a few tentative licks, Wilson wrapped his soft lips around the head, and gave a gentle suck. House groaned, encouraging Wilson to slide lower along the length in his mouth. Wilson went slow, gentle presses of his tongue and varying degrees of suction, sliding up and down the shaft, occasionally pulling off to lick instead. House gave up on being quiet, groaning and grunting at the feeling of Wilson's mouth.
At first he kept his hands on the couch, not wanting to overstep an invisible boundary. But as Wilson deep-throated him for the second time, House realized what a stupid thought that was, and brought his hands up, beginning to gently stroke Wilson's hair. Wilson glanced up at the first touch, but then his eyes slid closed, and he focused again on what he was doing. House kept his touches gentle at first, until a particularly hard suck had his fingers tightening in Wilson's hair as he hissed in pleasure. He felt Wilson's answering moan vibrate through his penis, and it was at this moment that he noticed that Wilson's hand, the one not on House's own thigh, was out of sight between Wilson's own legs, moving rhythmically. House's head spun, both at the incredible thing Wilson was doing with his tongue, and at the knowledge that Wilson was getting off on this.
The whole experience stretched out into a glorious eternity. House's head tipped back against the back of the couch, hands alternating between stroking through Wilson's hair and giving it gentle tugs. Wilson sucked and licked, deep-throating House surprisingly easily for a guy who apparently hadn't done this since college. House's moans filled the living room, Wilson's answering groans only serving to stimulate House more. Unfortunately, like all good things, it had to end sometime, and House began to gasp as he felt the familiar tightening sensation in the pit of his stomach. Wilson seemed to sense it too. He pulled all the way back until he held just the head of House's cock in his mouth, tonguing at the slit until House grunted. Then he looked up, locking eyes with House before dropping smoothly all the way down to the base of House's dick in one go."J-Jimmy! Ah- AHN!" House gasped, body tensing as his orgasm ripped through him. He exhaled on a long moan as Wilson gently pulled back, keeping House's dick in his mouth as it continued to spurt cum. House vaguely registered Wilson swallowing before the intensity of his orgasm made his head too fuzzy to pay attention. He fazed back into the present as he felt Wilson slump down next to him, frantically tugging at his jeans. He watched through a haze as Wilson stuck a hand into his own boxers and began desperatly stroking himself. Part of House's brain desperatly wanted to take care of Wilson the way Wilson had taken care of him, but he still couldn't feel his arms or legs, and Wilson definetly had things under control.
All thoughts fled House's brain as Wilson came. No thought could ever be as important as memorizing the way Wilson's cheeks flushed, the way his back arched, and the beautiful noise (a little half gasp, half moan), that fell from his lips as he orgasmed. House felt his body fill with a wonderful warmth as he watched Wilson come down from his high.
Wilson sighed, pulling his hand out of his boxers and wiping it on his leg. He breathed deeply, then slumped sideways onto House's shoulder. House stiffened as Wilson nestled into the crook of his neck. His heart rate sped up. He coughed and chuckled nervously. "Well Jimmy, now I can see why your wives stuck around for so long." Wilson groaned, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling, tilting his head back towards the back of the couch without removing it from House's shoulder. "You really don't believe in 'basking in the afterglow', do you?" "Oh sorry." House turned his head and pressed a kiss to Wilson's forehead. "Better?" He asked. Wilson had frozen when House's lips touched him, but now he relaxed back onto House's shoulder. "It's a start."