Real Names

Title: Real names
Rating: R
Pairing: House/Wilson
Summary: His voice was dark, husky. It had a low rough quality that made the hairs on the other man's neck stand up straight. Send shivers down his spine. "You liked that, didn't you?" [house/wilson]
His voice was dark, husky. It had a low rough quality that made the hairs on the other man's neck stand up straight. Sent shivers down his spine. "You liked that, didn't you?" Roughly, the other man was thrown against the door almost as soon as it was shut--, the hands of Dr. Gregory House almost gently sliding up through the coat of the other man, delicately tracing his chest, his abs. Naked slicked skin against softly searching hands, brought a noise that was low and dark and shifting. "Being there, holding on for dear life. You liked the feeling of my back ..pressed up against that.. hard ..oh, god.." Wilson, the other man in question, had almost sinfully pressed his tongue against House's lips, gently biting and licking at the other man. House had him pinned, and had quickly shed his coat.


"Please..god, House, please.." Wilson whispered almost incoherently as House lowered his mouth down to the oncologist's neck, slowly swirling his tongue around a tiny spot behind his ear that made the wonder boy almost scream. "Where.. where did..how did you ..know.. oh..." House was grinning, and slowly he shifted his legs. He felt Wilson shrivel under him, his eyes closing and his head leaning back, lips parted in a low moan as he felt the older man's erection against his thigh, slowly against his inner thigh.


"You want that, don't you?" Wilson nodded meekly, god yes. He wanted it, he wanted him. Wilson had a small smile flit across his porcelain features, as gently his leg came up around House, pulling House to him seductively. He felt electric agony crawling up and down his body as his own erection came into contact with House's, even through fabric. House couldn't stop himself from gasping. He relinquished his control, he had let it slip away because the feeling of James riding almost tentatively against him, so gentle..yet dark. Lusty. House saw it in his eyes, those dark "cow eyes" as they had been called. House's hand traveled up to the boy's face, pulling back for a moment.


He had lost that innitial desire to dominate and make Wilson yield to his command. Slowly, House traced the outline of his jaw, his nose. And then slowly, raggedly across his lips. Wilson smiled and took his thumb in, slowly swirling his tongue around the tip, gently biting. House groaned, taking Wilson back with all of his might. His lips crashed against the other boy's, tongues waging war against one another in a duel that wasn't really fueled by caring-- it didn't matter who would win or lose. He pressed his length against Wilson, hard, reveling in the short gasps that it caused.


House pulled him off of the door, limping painedly with him in tow towards the couch. House had Wilson sitting, leaning over him as his head tipped in again, this time to nip sweetly at the chest that he had taken off his shirt to expose. He felt Wilson's soft hands tracing random patterns against his hair, now tousled from past experience. House sat down beside him, shivering at the cold that his naked torso was now exposed to (Wilson had gotten up the nerve to tug off House's shirt as well), he pressed himself against Wilson. Slowly, he kissed Wilson's chest, soft lips and harsh stubble bringing him to a shivering halt against him, groaning at the ragged pleasure he felt at the older man.


Jesus, this had all started as a simple bike ride. James Wilson had been tired at the end of the day, and walking out he realized that Julie had taken his car by storm as she raged out of his office, tired of his lies and tired of the constant companion that was House. She was tired of him, so she left-- his car and all. Wilson had stood there dumbly for a few moments, before seeing House limping out quickly with his cane in tow, towards that retched machine. "What's the matter, Wilson? Why are you standing there gawking?" Wilson shrugged. "My wife--..she took the car. I'm stuck." And House had quirked a grin, patting the back of his bike as he got on. "Wanna lift?" And Wilson had no other choice.


But now he was here, panting against the man, exposed. House's head dipped down further, across his ribs, his tongue swirling teasingly at his navel. "House..mmhmm..House.." The rest of the words he had used were incoherent, muttering and talking as though to distract himself from the rising agony below his jeans. House's head stopped at their hem, and he looked up at Wilson, Wilson who's cow eyes were drenched in lust and adoration. That sealed his fate, and his hand reached down to unbutton the man's jeans. He saw James's eyes widen at the prospect before him.


Wilson had never thought he would have a gay bone in his body, but ever since he had met Gregory House he had begun to question that. The man, with his sparkling clear blue eyes and that sexy lopsided smile. The day-old stubble across his long jaw, the firmness of his chest and body pressed against him..-- for a while, Jimmy Wilson had been in lust with him. Through the course of their friendship, however, he had begun to see glimmers of something more. Feeling pure electricity running down your spine at a mere touch, or a mere smile. That was not normal. To melt every time he glanced at you, to feel yourself grinning when you saw him happy.


Wilson gasped, shuddering and groaning hard as he felt House's strong calloused hands slowly coming down against his length. "Ughnn..please, god please.." Wilson's mantra had been repetitive, he was almost begging. House looked up at him, face dark with desire.


"What do you want, Jimmy? Tell me what you want." Jimmy bucked hard against him, feeling that hand dip beneath fabric, rolling his boxers down over his thighs. He felt House's quick thumb slowly run across him, turning into a full palm as House gently cupped his hands over him.


"Ugh..House.. need..please..I need..you.." That didn't seem to fulfil him.

"What. Do. You. Want." House was struggling to keep his voice steady.

"I..--" He got cut off however by a pair of lips closing over his own. Wilson gasped, slightly surprised, but felt himself relaxing into House almost instantly. The kiss was hot, and slow, and House dragged it on and on, passionately moving his tongue against Wilson's and biting his lips and it left him panting. House looked at him again, vivid blue eyes striking against his darker complexion, searching.

"I want to hear you tell me what you want."

"I .. I want you to.. I want you to.. s-suck me off. I want --..i want that mouth on my cock." Wilson inhaled slightly, realizing how simply saying those words made his cock twitch. Slowly, seeming somewhat satisfied with his answer, House lowered his head down to gaze at Wilson's now throbbing cock. House felt something go through him like white hot, and instantly he felt his kiss-swollen lips slowly encircling the other man. Wilson let out something of a half-strangled cry, every nerve on him seeming to be alight with desire and hot shivers. House smiled at the other man's reaction, feeling proud that he could make him cry and beg.


Slowly, House lowered his mouth, teasing his tongue along the man's head, swirling it and pressing it suddenly hard against the tiny slit. He heard Wilson cry out, and felt his hips buck hard. House got his hands under Wilson, slowly cupping his ass and feeling smooth taut skin under his hands. He brought Wilson to him closer, pushing his thighs against him as he took all of him down inside him. Wilson's lustful panting and moans were interrupted by sharp cries, half-pleas. He had gotten blowjobs before but they had never felt like this. He had never wanted to completely give himself to that warm wetness around his aching length but now he couldn't stop himself, his thighs shaking with the effort not to thrust completely into his mouth.


Slowly, House began to stroke the part of him that wasn't currently being sucked, licked, or blown against and soon Wilson found himself thrown off of a cliff he didn't know he had been on. A large husky cry escaped him, the other man's name on his lips like a mantra. "Greg.. oh god. Greg," And House looked down, feeling his own hot semen against his hands. His name had been enough to send him flying over the edge that he had brought himself to while attending to Wilson, and when all was said and done, House found himself snuggled quite happily into the other man.


"James." The man in question looked, and pressed a soft kiss against House, and House smiled at him. "I love you."