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  Friday Night 
 by Teyla  

 AN: Thanks to TLI and Housepiglet for all the help!



When House came home that day, the apartment was dark, and he wondered
whether maybe Wilson had been kept in the office by paperwork or an
emergency. House didn't like that idea much; he'd been looking forward to
a nice, quiet evening in front of the TV, sprawling on the couch with
Wilson and eating whatever Wilson had made for dinner.

He limped over to the closet to hang up his jacket, and when two broad
hands landed on his shoulders, he jumped. "Jeez, Wilson!" He began to turn
around, but stopped as he suddenly felt Wilson's breath on his neck.

"Hey," Wilson said, his voice low. "What kept you so long?"

Before House had a chance to reply Wilson took him by the shoulder, turned
him around and pushed him back against the wall. He turned him so roughly
that House almost lost his balance, and he quickly reached for the door
frame to steady himself. "Wilson, what-"

Wilson interrupted him, leaning forward and pressing his lips to House's
in a hard, demanding kiss. Almost unconsciously House opened his mouth,
and he felt Wilson's hands move from his shoulders to the sides of his
head. Wilson held him in place as he pressed his lips hard against House's
and thrust his tongue into his mouth, flicking it over his teeth and
claiming the space as his own. House reached out, holding onto Wilson
instead of the wall. Without breaking the kiss, Wilson moved closer,
pressing himself hard against House. House could feel Wilson's erection
press into his thigh, and his heart picked up its pace as his own blood
started rushing southwards.

When they broke apart, House was breathing heavily. Wilson didn't move
away, but started pressing wet, almost frantic kisses on House's jaw line,
working his way towards House's neck. House let his head fall back against
the wall, exposing his throat to Wilson, and he gasped as Wilson found the
hollow, and bit hard enough to leave a mark.

"Wilson..." he breathed, the rest of the sentence lost to him, and felt
himself pressing even closer to the other man. A slight shudder ran though
him as his hard, throbbing cock brushed against Wilson's leg. Wilson let
go of his shoulders and reached for his hips to stop him from moving any
closer. House felt Wilson's breath, warm and moist against his neck as
Wilson's fingers brushed over the exposed skin where House's shirt had
ridden up.

"Bedroom," Wilson panted, and House let himself be led towards the end of
the hall. He was dimly aware of Wilson's arms holding him up as they
moved, but most of his mind was caught up in the feel of Wilson's mouth on
his face and his lips and his neck.

When they reached the bedroom, Wilson let go and took a step back. House
held onto the bed for balance, taking in the sight of Wilson, flushed and
breathing heavily, hair tousled and falling across his eyes. He swallowed
hard as he watched Wilson's fingers beginning to unbuckle his belt.

"Get undressed," Wilson said. House didn't hesitate, and he quickly began
to shed his clothes. When he took off his boxers, he couldn't resist
running his hand over his hard cock. A moment later he felt Wilson's hand
on his wrist and looked up to meet Wilson's dark eyes.

Wilson was standing very close, and House could feel the warmth radiating
from his naked body. He leaned forward, wanting to feel Wilson's full lips
under his own, but Wilson put a hand on his chest. "Lie down," Wilson
said.

House complied, keeping his eyes on Wilson as he lay down on the bed.
Wilson watched him until he'd stopped moving, and then crawled onto the
bed, placing a knee on each side of House's hips and putting a hand on
House's chest. House looked up to meet Wilson's eyes, and licked his lips
at the intensity he saw in them.

Wilson ran his hand down House's chest, his nails grazing the skin of
House's stomach. He wasn't smiling, though - the way his hair was hanging
into his face, obscuring his eyes, Wilson looked almost haunted. House
felt the urge to reach out and touch him, but he didn't, keeping his hands
at his sides instead. Wilson shifted a bit, and then looked up to meet
House's eyes as he wrapped a hand around House's cock and squeezed.

House gasped and curled his fingers into the bedding. Wilson didn't stop,
and instead he began to move his hand, strong fingers running up and down
House's erection, first slowly but then increasing in speed. House felt
tension building and sought out Wilson's face again. Wilson wasn't looking
at him and he had his head lowered, seeming completely absorbed in what he
was doing. House took in the slightly parted lips, the flash of pink of
Wilson's tongue that seemed almost too distinct in the semi-darkness of
the bedroom, and the small drops of sweat that gleamed on Wilson's chest
and stomach. House heard his own blood pound in his ears, and as the heat
from his groin began to spread throughout his body he pressed his head
into the pillows and held his breath in anticipation.

His orgasm made him arch into Wilson's touch, a cry of pleasure escaping
him as the wave rushed through him. He felt the moisture of his own come
as it cooled off on his stomach, almost making him shiver as he relished
the aftershocks. He opened his eyes to see Wilson watching him. Now there
was a small smile on Wilson's face, and as House met his eyes, he leaned
forward for a kiss. The sensation of Wilson's lips on his sent more
tremors through House's body, and he reached up to bury a hand in Wilson's
hair.

Eventually Wilson pulled away and turned towards the nightstand. He leaned
across House's chest and placed an elbow on the bed to extract the lube
from the drawer. As he turned back he twisted the cap off the tube, and
House watched him silently, almost afraid to speak. It wasn't as if sex
was anything new between them, but he'd rarely seen Wilson so quietly
determined.

Wilson squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers and began to spread it
on his erect cock. House watched him, sated and relaxed but at the same
time feeling something stir inside him at the sight of Wilson touching
himself, stroking his fingers over his cock and briefly brushing his
fingertips over his balls. Then Wilson looked up, his head tilted to one
side and a small smile playing about his lips, and House couldn't help but
smile back. He followed Wilson with his eyes as he moved closer, and went
with the motion willingly as Wilson lifted his legs in order to place them
on his shoulders. His leg gave a sharp twinge at the motion, but they had
done this position before and House knew how to distribute his weight in
order to minimize the pain.

Wilson pressed himself up even closer, and House drew in a sharp breath as
he felt Wilson's fingers running along his cleft towards his anus. The
lube was cool and slick, and House felt the post-coital relaxation being
replaced by pleasant tension as Wilson pressed a finger against the
opening and slid it inside. House felt his heart pound in his chest as the
finger inside him began to move, carefully pulling and stretching and soon
being joined by a second and then a third one. Wilson was watching him,
the hair falling across his eyes making his expression almost unreadable.

House felt a small shiver run through him as Wilson pulled back his
fingers, and then bit his lip as the tip of Wilson's cock pressed against
his anus. He took a deep breath, consciously relaxing, and then Wilson
slowly pushed forward.

House let out a breath, swallowing hard as Wilson stilled to give him time
to adjust. After a moment Wilson began to move, slowly rocking back and
forth. Each thrust sent a frisson of pleasure through House's body, and he
raised his arms over his head, bracing himself against the headboard. He
sought out Wilson's face, and saw that his eyes were closed. His lips were
parted and he'd thrown back his head, exposing the long line of his
throat. As he increased the speed of his movements, House could see
Wilson's tongue flick out. Wilson's breathing became quicker and more
erratic until he suddenly stilled, growing completely motionless. House
felt Wilson's fingers dig into his skin, and then Wilson let out a moan as
his release washed over him.

House braced himself as he saw the tension bleed out of Wilson's body, and
then Wilson collapsed onto him, his chest warm and heavy on House's upper
body. House could feel Wilson's heart beating rapidly in his chest, and
lowered his arms to wrap them around him. Wilson's breath brushed over the
side of House's neck, creating a cool friction where the sweat was drying
on his skin.

They stayed like that for some time, not moving, until House nudged
Wilson's shoulder.

"Hey," he said, and his voice sounded a little hoarse even to himself.
Wilson only grunted. "Hey," House said again, a little louder this time.
"Move, big guy. I need my pills."

"Hm?" Wilson raised his head and blinked. "Oh, right." He rolled off
House, and House shivered involuntarily as the cool air of the bedroom
came in contact with his bare skin. He moved over a little and fished for
the bottle of pills standing on his nightstand. When he had it, he flicked
it open and swallowed one dry, and then lay back against the pillows. A
moment later, he heard shuffling beside him and an arm sneaked over his
chest as Wilson snuggled closer. House turned his head a little and looked
down at Wilson's dark head. He licked his lips. "Wanna tell me what's
going on?" he asked.

Wilson raised his head. "Hm?" he asked again and blinked. "What?"

House smirked. "Well, Jimmy," he said, "it's not that I didn't enjoy
myself or anything, but there's usually a reason when you go all dom on
me."

Wilson actually blushed at that, and House had to suppress a chuckle.
"It's nothing, really," Wilson said quickly, and as House gave him an
impatient and indulgent side-glance he shrugged a little too dismissively.
"Just a bad day at work."

"Right," House said. "That's all."

Wilson nodded and again buried his face in House's shoulder. "Yeah, that's
all," he said in a muffled voice.

House raised his hand and was just about to poke Wilson in the shoulder to
make him tell him more, but then almost surprised himself by simply
wrapping his arm around Wilson and keeping his mouth shut for once. He had
to admit, he didn't really need to know right away. Wilson would
eventually tell him, anyway, and it really didn't matter that much whether
it had been a dead patient or a particularly nasty 'you're dying'
conversation that had brought this mood about. For now, lying here with
the prospect of a peaceful evening free of obligations and dying people
seemed to be enough, not only for Wilson but also, for once, for House.  
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