Adding Fuel to the Fire

Forgive me for such a late update, I just keep forgetting to post this. Plus I was hoping to get a few opinions first but it never happened, so here it is, hope it doesn't suck. And hopefully I didn't get too happy with the detail that it doesn't drag out XD; Enjoy their first round of SEX! >8D


House felt the surrender beneath him, Wilson’s body suddenly relaxing under his. Pulling way slightly, only enough to separate their lips, his eyes gaze down at Wilson hazed over with passion. Wilson just stared back up at him, confused to what was happening. He had never thought of House this way before, aside from the occasional thought of how fucked up their relationship would be if they were actually a couple; he had never dreamed it would proceed to this. Seeing the look in Houses eyes, knowing he was the cause of those emotions, it made his heart beat faster. House only continued to stare at him, breathing harshly; he had managed to distract Wilson, so there was no need for him to continue. No, he wanted to kiss him again, even if there was the absence of a hidden agenda. Just seeing Wilson’s eyes reflecting his own feelings, seeing his blue eyes reflected back in warm brown, it made continuing on too hard to resist. Without a word, he moved back down and continued to kiss Wilson.


Wilson slowly closed his eyes, pushing himself deeper into the kiss. House moaned softly before working at the top button of Wilson’s shirt, yet he hesitated as he moved toward the second button. Even if he was dying to feel and taste off of Wilsons worth, he was still unsure if he should press on with this. Though the sudden pulling at his own shirt seemed to snap him back, he looked at Wilson as he pulled the shirt over his head. Once the fabric was out of his sight, he just gazed down at Wilson, who looked back with an innocent smile on his face. Wilson was still nervous, but no longer was he shuffling these thoughts to the dark corner of his mind; instead he thought of how much more erotic it would have been had he gotten the chance to pull Houses jacket from his shoulders.


There was a genuine smile along Houses face now, though the hunger and lust still gleamed through his eyes. With the passion growing again, he darted down before attacking Wilson’s neck. Leaving small nibbles here and there, he listened to the soft moans coming from Wilson. As Wilson basked in the sensations House was bringing to him, he was still irritated by the fact that this meant he was the girl. Still, he would get his chance to be dominant, for now he opened himself up to House as the elder man picked up where he left at Wilson’s shirt. Tossing it aside, House moved his lips back to Wilsons, forcing his tongue into his mouth.


Wilson melted into the kiss as Houses tongue forced an aroused moan from his lips. Relieving a heavy sigh, House pushed further into the kiss. Though both men began to wonder whether they should continue as they were, or relocate to a more comfortable atmosphere. Pulling away, Wilson glanced toward the television, realizing the limited room they were given; House seemed to tense, feeling his plan had been foiled and Wilson would reach for the remote. Instead, his eyes watched as Wilson glanced back at him, his breathing heavy and face flushed as he watched Wilson. If Wilson didn’t turn back now, there would be no excusing it. Half a beer could not hold up the alibi of being drunk enough to unwillingly sleeping with your best friend. The only hope of moving past this would be to stop now.


“Maybe we should move to the bed?” Wilson suggested, his voice concealed in a whisper.


Houses eyes glanced about, fluttering while he tried to catch his breath; it just hit him how uncomfortable this was. Groaning, he agreed, stating that his friend was right. All he knew was, both men had an erection as a result from this, and something about it made House want to relieve it, even in the way this whole sham was leading up to. House peeled himself off of Wilson, stumbling slightly while attempting to regain his footing; a sudden pain flooded his leg once it managed to reach solid ground. Once free from House’s weight, Wilson supported himself up on his arms; soon he rose from the couch. Though Wilson took a moment to glance at House, pondering whether he should help; no that would ruin the mood, yet the idea of carrying House beyond the threshold was an amusing thought. Letting a seductive grin remain curled along his cheeks, he headed for the bedroom, House in close pursuit. House’s dick was throbbing with anticipation, but imagining that he was about to relieve himself with Wilson was where things got awkward, and yet, he wanted it more then he assumed he would. At least he knew who would be the bottom, he couldn’t picture going through with this should Wilson decide to take the reins. As Wilson passed the doorway, House was right on his ass, though taking this literally would be in good time. Before Wilson could turn fully to face him, or even have a moment to protest, House collided his lips with his friends once more.


It wasn’t long before their hips made impact; the fabric scratched the skin beneath, making it more difficult to suppress their urges. Wilson tugged at House’s jacket, first pulling their bodies closer before shoving the jacket off of Houses shoulders; just seeing those muscular arms of Greg’s made Wilson’s cock pulsate with desire. Just focusing on getting to release, House pulled his arms back, fighting to get the coat off before it graciously fell to the floor in a heap. All that covered Houses chest now was a faded rock band tee-shirt, Wilson couldn’t focus on seeing the name before his eyes closed and he began to kiss House again. This time, he let a hand maneuver between Houses thighs, cupping his package in his grasp; his way of helping House wait a bit longer. The older man hissed as human contact was made to the crotch area of his pants, but feeling the skin on skin was further desired. Looking down at Wilson, he used his own hands to work with haste at Wilsons own slacks. Those damned work pants, it was always a chore to locate the zipper, once House took hold of it, and he hoisted both his slacks and briefs down to his ankles. So Wilson wore briefs, that should serve for future ridicule, but at the time all House could wrap a thought around was how sculpted his friend was.


The younger physician was rather fit, mostly muscle extruding from his body, yet there was still a pocket of fat lingering around his waist. Though it was nothing distasteful, especially when it was obvious Wilson had more muscle definition then he did. While House took a second to stare, Wilson seized the opportunity to remove the shirt from Houses body. Though a little flabby on his middle area, Wilson couldn’t help but run his fingers along Houses naked arms, contouring each muscle with his light touch. House’s eyes glanced down to where Wilsons gaze settled, seeing the gentle stroke Wilson left upon his arm, looking back at Wilson, he noticed a loving gleam in his eye. It left House silently baffled, could Wilson have actually noticed him like this before, and that look, it seemed more then blind lust, but that of adoration. House shifted uncomfortably, not use to seeing someone look at him like that for awhile, but he merely grunted to snap Wilson out of his thoughts. As Wilson looked up at him with curiosity, House seemed to just look around questioningly.


“Staring at our naked bodies is going to get old you know.” House stated, mustering a slight annoyed tone for concealment.


Wilson just grinned at him, “You’re right, it’s not as if you’re getting any younger over here right?” he asked, receiving a sarcastic grin from House.


However, seeing Wilsons hands make their way down to the zipper on his jeans, Houses face distorted with concern. The idea of another person seeing the vast scar cutting into his leg made this cynical man feel rather insecure. Of course Wilson wouldn’t care, but something inside House still worried that he would. Trying not to show fear, he kept a stern face plastered, yet his body tensed slightly under Wilsons touch. Noticing this, James stared up at House, his face showed no shift in emotion, but the expression in his eyes seemed fearful, conscientious. Keeping his eyes on Houses, he moved in and forced his tongue into Houses mouth; if House was going to be insecure, he would just have to distract him, but there was no going back now. While House became vaguely distracted by the sudden force of the kiss, Wilson played with his pants and quickly pushed them down to the floor. One of Houses eyes drifted, landing solely on the disgusting scar, but Wilson seemed unphased and didn’t even bother looking down. Knowing the scar wouldn’t be brought up, at least not now, the sexual fire rose again as House pushed Wilson down on the bed. It creaked, bouncing slightly underneath the two men as House attacked Wilson’s neck. The man underneath groaned, House feeling the erection against his own, finally that skin to skin contact. Wilson’s eyes fluttered toward the ceiling above, not sure if he truly believed this was happening, nor that it could feel this amazing.


Before he could recant, House pushed Wilson farther onto the bed. Pulling away, he glanced down at the man underneath him, who gazed up at him; he could feel Wilson looking deep into his eyes. Still keeping his horny grin on his face, he continued to move Wilson to shift into a more comfortable area.


“You know you’re going to be on the bottom right?” he asked, his voice hoarse with lust.


Wilson panted lightly, moving up on a more comfortable position on the bed. As he shifted his weight so his body now lay across the bed vertically, House scooted himself over as well, hissing now and again from the pain. Before it went any farther, House pushed off the bed and headed for the jacket lying on the floor. Searching through the pocket, he grabbed the pill bottle before popping a single pill and downing it dry. It wouldn’t get him high, but if he was going to do this, he needed to numb the pain even vaguely. Wilson leaned up and watched as House retrieved a pill, he was relieved that he worked to get rid of the pain; sex wouldn’t be as satisfying with one suffering. Still, he wasn’t sure if House was trying to get thigh enough to forget what they were doing, but House wouldn’t do this if he was against it. As House turned to face him, again making his way over, Wilson just smiled weakly; bringing it up would only ruin the mood.


House again crawled on top of the bed, making his way to hover over Wilson. Leaning down, he began to kiss him again, feeling Wilson moan into his mouth as he once more let his tongue roam James’s caverns. However, ever moment he shifted weight to one side, his leg would fade in and out of pain. As Wilson felt the vibration of a hiss against his mouth, he looked down seeing Houses leg, as House moved in an attempt to find comfort. Gently, Wilson placed a hand against Houses chest and pushed him off, and with a swift nudge, House was laying belly up under Wilson. He gazed at Wilson, questioning where his intentions lied. Moving down, Wilson once more captured Houses neck, biting down on his vein and forced a pleading moan from the cranky gimp. While moaning, House moved a hand to grab at Wilsons hair, giving it a firm tug when he felt the need, which in turn caused Wilson to grind against House. Pulling away, Wilson glanced down at House, a sinful grin on his face. House was wondering if he should be concerned.


“Nahahaha…you’re not about to take all the control here.” he stated, leaning back down to bite his neck.


“I’m wondering if this is going to turn into a jailhouse situation, should I be excited or worried?” House asked in between moans.


House could feel the airy chuckles against his now moistened neck, which pulled a hoarse whimper from him. He wasn’t about to whimper, it still had to remain rough and unphased. Keeping his face buried in the others neck; Wilson smiled, before slowly shifting over to the nightstand beside the bed. Pulling the drawer open, there were only a scarce amount of items that lay inside. A random book of his, some scissors and lube and condoms were all that could be found, he always carried lube and protection, but he never expected to use it for this. Pulling out a small packet of lube and a condom, Wilson pealed the package with his teeth, creating a small opening as he watched House stare at him with wanting. He was going to enjoy every minute of making House wait, his dick hard with anticipation; he would never be completely submissive. Moving down slowly, he allowed his tongue to trail Houses neck…chest, abdomen, and lightly brush his happy trail before reaching the erection. House moaned as the wet muscle licked up the shaft from his base to the very tip. With a quick lick, he opened the condom packet next.


“You’re a bastard you know that? I could yell rape.” House stated sarcastically, his voice weak with exhaustion and desire.


“You were asking for it, plus, you’re still getting what you want.” Wilson replied, slipping the condom neatly over Houses erection, flashing him a smile.


“I’m not contagious, I’m just extremely sexy.” House mumbled, eyes drifting from the ceiling down to look at Wilson.


“Hey, as long as I’m the one receiving, we do things my way.” He replied, voice full of lust before he moved back down toward House.


Taking this time, he squirted the clear pouch of lube into his hand, tossing the empty shell aside as he rotated his fingers along one another until his hand was moist with gel. Reaching between their bodies, he grasped at Houses erection forcefully, however once he was in possession, he stroked the covered cock. House moaned his back arching slightly under Wilson’s touch. Even with the condom serving as an annoying cock block, he could still feel Wilson’s manly hands traveling over his member. There was still a faint impression of the texture of Wilson’s hands, thick yet still smooth, obviously from his metro sexual urge to apply lotion. Just before House became irritated waiting for Wilson, he felt the hand quickly release his member, and House was almost unnerved with how intense the moment became.


Looking up, he noticed Wilson staring down at him. No words were spoken, not even a sarcastic remark from his end. Were they really about to do this? By the look in Wilsons eyes, he was shocked himself to how far this was going, yet still surrounded in silence House felt a sudden tightness around his cock. Immediately, Wilson hissed, eyes clenching in an euphoric pain as House stared wide eyed at his friend. His fingers gripped the sheets, succumbing to the rush of pleasure. A growl rumbled in the back of his throat as Wilson’s entrance tightly embraced his erection. The farther he felt his penis go, the louder Wilson became, until he finally had to stop midway. Letting himself grow accustomed to the sensation, Wilson leaned down to lay on House. His eyes opened to look off to the side, unable to confidently look into Houses eyes. No matter how wonderful it felt, he couldn’t wrap his mind around what they were doing, and with House’s thoughts forming around a similar thought, his eyes glanced toward the ceiling. Both men panted, letting their bodies relax to the unfamiliar. Looking down, House looked at Wilson staring off, he better not think he could get him this hard and just let it stop. Once he felt Wilson’s rectum softening, giving into the sensation, House smirked his own cocky smirk. Seizing the moment, House thrusted up into Wilson, forcing a whimper of pleasure from his hips. Glancing down at House, his forehead began to sweat, shooting a light glare not being ready for Houses inconsiderate thrusts. In return, his cocky friend below just shot the smirk his way.


“Come on, take it like a man.” House hissed, enjoying the clenching muscles cradling his cock.


In return, Houses smirk became contagious as Wilson smiled back, also pleased listening to Houses little noises. Without a word, Wilson forced his hips up, slowly unveiling Houses member before slamming back down onto House. Both men groaned in ecstasy as Wilson let out a small chuckle, one that silently took House by surprise. Sure, Wilson wasn’t the pushover people saw him as, but be damned House never imagined Wilson being so forceful. As Houses eyes shifted to look from behind his eyelids to Wilsons face, he met with the passion flaring in those warm brown eyes. Continuing to pound against House, Wilson moaned in longing, as House’s breath seemed to be pressed out of his with each thrust. As Wilsons hips proceeded to rotate against Houses erection, he leaned forward to nip minute love bites along Houses neck. Pulling he finally replied to Houses previous comment while his cynical friend was too exhausted to respond.


“I’ll be fine, so long as I don’t crush you.” he whispered.


“Yeah, your…boyish baby fat…will surely knock the wind out of me…” House hissed, allowing his own hips to thrust upwards.


Every time a remark was emitted, Wilson just recanted by forcing a moan as he pushed against Houses erection. Slowly, he pushed his ass deeper into the man’s hips, focusing all weight on a single spot, once he found it he would know. Without much warning, House hissed, letting out a deep throated growl once Wilson managed to hit his prostate. Good lord this was good, almost too good, yet House never shied away from something that was euphoric. If it wouldn’t cause his friend to run off and pout he would have slipped another vicodin, just to make this moment even better. Yet to keep this going House resisted, but he planned on sneaking one after this was finished. “Fuck!” House cursed aloud as his friend continued to abuse his prostate, with no real complaints from him. Both men were becoming impatient, House was growing irritable holding back his seed, and it showed the harder he began to hoist himself deeper into Wilson. Both men whimpered from the sensation, the second thing that would never leave this room.


Taking a moment to nick Houses nipple with his teeth, Wilson bit lightly before sucking, darting his tongue about; women weren’t the only ones who enjoyed this. House hissed, aroused by the tease, but he couldn’t help but laugh. Even with him Wilson resorted to girl techniques. Slowly making his way up Houses chest, Wilson eventually returned to House’s neck, leaving a moist trail of saliva in his wake. As they both began to thrust harder, the more aggressive Wilson’s bites became. He could feel House’s blood rising to the top of the skin, there would definitely be a bruise in the morning; House could lie about it then. In return, House raked his nails down the others back, leaving marks that would be a cinch to conceal. The moments of pain only made Wilson want to come, but he held back, looking down at House, who was lost in his own ecstasy. Finally meeting eyes with Wilson, he gave a questioning glance through half revealed orbs.


“You’re even stubborn when it comes to coming..” Wilson hissed, slowing the thrusts down, but not letting up on how deep he pushed against House.
“What you missing Iron Chef?” he mocked, his mind too fuzzed to come up with a witty retort.
“No…I want to feel your seed.” Wilson answered honestly.
Once again, one of those rare moments where House was left speechless, it always seemed to be Wilson who could leave him that way. Looking up at Wilson, his blue eyes remained void, shocked and ultimately…passionate. Before he lingered in such an uncomfortable state of emotion, House gripped Wilson’s shoulders and pulled him closer, allowing his head to rest on his shoulder and eyes averting from his. Hoisting his hips nearly off the bed, House pushed against Wilson as the boy wonder pressed down, the contradiction causing a duo of hushed grunts. The symphony from the friction was sending House in a high, for a moment his vision blurred and mind fogged. All he could see was Wilson and all he felt was the warm cavern of his friend, the warm man’s voice was all he could hear; all this forced a fire in his belly to be expelled.


He could hear Wilson cry out, one House had mimicked, feeling his sperm leaking down his softening cock, slowly he could feel it seeping out and down Wilson’s taint. Wilson hissed the word he never thought he would hear; “Greg” Panting, House’s body shivered as little spurts continued from his member as it slowly softened and began to slip out of Wilson. Not too long after, Wilson whimpered as his own cum erupted from his tip, spraying across both of their chest as some stray drops landed on Houses face. Looking up, Wilson’s iris’s fogged over as he lay upon House’s piercing blue gaze. After a moment where the air was only filled with their heavy breaths, House smirked and whipped his face clean of Wilson’s seed and licked his fingers clean. Wilson’s cheeks burned from more than the heated room, leaning up, he darted his tongue into Houses mouth, stealing one final kiss before collapsing beside him.


Not sure now whether to cuddle or turn away from one another, neither seemed right, both men just lay on their backs, head tilting as right after the other, fell asleep. There was no need for blankets as the room remained steamed over, but in their unconscious slumber both men found warmth in scooting closer together.