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  We have never touched before 
 by Julie08  

 Disclaimer: I do not make claims on the ownership of Dr. Gregory House
and the other fictional residents of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching
Hospital. 

Note: This is the first time I ever wrote slash... Hope you enjoy it.
Reviews are welcome!! Please also keep in mind that English is not my
mother tongue... and my office program does not have an English
spell-check... ;)

We have never touched before.

The evening dragged on and on. They had been thinking this case over and
over, again and again, discussing various approaches, all sorts of
diseasas, but none of the disgnoses fit, non of the treatments had worked
so far. The patient was stable for the time being, but far from being
cured. Cameron and Chase looked like they would fall asleep any minute.
Their shift had started the previous evening, now it was close to
midnight. They were exhausted. Forman was equally tired but he still
managed to keep his composure. House looked at them and said ,,OK, guys.
Go home. Nothing we can do for the moment. Let's all get some sleep and I
see you here tomorrow 9 AM, alright?" The team looked puzzeled. It was not
usual for House to be nice. But without protest they stood up. ,,I'll go
and talk to Wilson." House said. ,,He does tend to have good ideas every
now and then..." and he left the room. 

Wilson was about to leave as well. He had also had a long shift; seemingly
endless consults, a few hours of clinic duty and then piles of paperwork.
He was looking forward to just go home, grab a beer and pass out in front
of the tv... when House came in. ,,I need a consult", he said. -" Oh no,
please, I have been up for ages, ready to go home. Can it wait until
tomorrow?" - ,,If you want to find out what killed the patient by doing an
autopsy, sure." Wilson frowned. ,,Alright. What is it?" House summarized
the case, while Wilson sat back down, taking off his jacket again,
loosening his tie knot. He listened carefully; complicated case alright.
But nothing could be done for the time being. ,,Look, Greg, why don't you
wait until tomorrow morning, to see if the medication works." -"I know",
House sighed, ,,that's what I should do. But it bugs me that I can't find
the source. I am missing something... We all are missing something..." He
rested his elbows on his knees, his face buried in his hands. For a
moment, Wilson thought that he looked almost weary. No wonder really, this
clinic business tends to leave its marks. He got up and went over the
sofa, where House had seated himself. -"Come on", he said, ,,let's go
home. Let's get a movie, a six pack and crash on my couch . Or yours. You
need to rest." House looked up. ,,Yes, mother Theresa." They grinned. And
left the office. 

10 beer, 2 movies and 3 hours later they were on House's couch, both
blissfully drunk and stuffed with pizza. They always tended to go to
House's place after work, Wilson mused. Well, when Wilson was still
married, that was understandable. House and Julie had not liked each other
at all and after 2 awkward encounters between the two of them, Wilson had
to admit that it would be the best for all involved if they did not meet
again in the future. So - House's couch it was. That old, worn, but
awfully comfortable sofa that he loved and stealthily regarded as his. He
had slept on this sofa for months before finding his own place again. He
loved that sofa. And he loved the coziness, loved the intimacy they shared
when they just got drunk together, seated on the couch infront of the TV,
he thought to himself. He stretched his legs, put one foot on the table
infront of him and sunk deeper into the couch. House's eyes were fixed on
the screen. Wilson looked at House's profile; long eyelashes, dark beard
stubble... He was a handsome guy. Wilson blinked. Strange thoughts,
sponsered by Bud, he thought and took another sip. He got up. ,,Want
another beer?" He asked. - ,,Yeah, sure", House said, looking up and
meeting Wilson's eyes. And those eyes... Wilson thought... quickly getting
up and moving into the kitchen. He got two beers and immediately downed
half a bottle. What is going on here, he thought. Stop having these
thoughts about House! This will not end well if you let this go further...
Wilson knew that he was not 100 % straight. Well, if you counted a few
very short encounters with other another student in college as enough
proof for that. But he at least knew that other guys could be attractive
for him and he was at ease with it in the sense that it did not make him
freak out and run. However... House... was a totally different story...
Wilson took another big gulp and noticed that he was getting more and more
drunk. Thank God, maybe he'd pass out soon. 

,,What are you doing here? Everything alright?" House asked, limping
through the kitchen door. -"Uhm..." Wilson started. ,,Yeah, I'll bee right
back." He stared at House in the dim light that shone from the living room
into the kitchen., I need to clear my brain from all these rampant erotic
images... , he thought. House just looked at him. ,,You look like you just
saw a ghost!" He shook his head, took a beer bottle and limped back into
the living room. Wilson exhaled, realizing only now that he had held his
breath, and followed House. 

,,So, some sleazy porn is about to start." House stated and Wilson,
sitting down next to him again, aswered: ,,I already have enough porn in
my head." House laughed and Wilson blushed. He had not really said that
out loud, had he? Oh my God. He blushed even more. ,,Share some with me",
House said. ,,Does it envolve Cuddy? Or Cameron? Or Chase, our surfer boy?
I bet he's bisexual; being handsome as he is in a really beautiful, female
kind of way..." He grinned and Wilson was stunned. He tried to think of
something whitty, sarcastic to say... but all he thought of were House's
lips. How soft they seemed. How his ice-blue eyes were fixed on him and
how he would love to look into those eyes when he came, how he would love
to have those lips on his, and those slender fingers on his body... Wilson
closed his eyes, trying not to let the image of House's kissing him sink
in... When all of a sudden he felt his lips on his. House had leaned
forward and planted a kiss on his lips. Innocently, their bodies not
touching, only at the lips. Wilson sighed. When he felt that House wanted
to pull back he reached out, took his head in his hands and kissed him
again, his lips opening, making is a real kiss. House froze for an instant
and Wilson felt a moment of fear shooting through him. Don't push me away
now, he thought. And then House leaned into the kiss. His hands were on
Wilson's shoulder, he kissed him eagerly, hungrily, his tongue entering
Wilson's mouth as they sank back into the sofa. Wilson moaned and slipped
one hand around House's waist, bringing their bodies closer together. We
have never touched before, he thought. Wait a second, they always touched
at work. But this was quite different. House's firm hands, always precise
with every gesture, were touching him just for the sake of touching. He
felt his hands caressing his shoulders, slipping behing his head, cupping
his head, pulling him closer. The kiss grew less rough and they slowly let
go of one another. Blue eyes met brown eyes. ,,Now, who'e gonna freak out
now, jump up and run away?" House said, staring at him, his thumb resting
against Wilson's cheek, slighly caressing him. -"No one", answered Wilson,
letting his one hand slip underneath House's shirt. The feel of naked
flesh let his arousal grow. Skin, soft and warm; he savoured to touch the
muscles in House's back. House grinned and without further words pulled
him up and towards the bedroom. 

They stumbled and fell onto the bed, hands moving over each other, seeking
to touch naked skin, pulling at reluctant shirts and pants, mouths
touching again until they lay, stripped to waist, on the bed. House
pressed his left leg between Wilson's, letting out a moan as he felt the
hard arousal. He grinned. ,,Why, this is something that I did not expect
for a change", he said, looking into Wilson's eyes. Wilson shrugged.
,,Neither did I. I want to see you come, Greg, I want to make you lose
control..." he rolled over, careful not to touch House's bad leg and
pinned him to the bed, covering his body with his own. House let out a
quick gasp of surprise but did not resist. Good, Wilson thought and
lowered his face to kiss House again, roughly, pushing against his groin,
feeling his cock come to life and press back against his thigh. Wilson
moved down on House's body, kissing his chest and stomach, unbuckeling his
belt. House slightly lifted his hips so Wilson could pull down his pants,
boxer shorts and socks in one go. He moved up again, still pressing him to
the bed, holding down his arms. Wilson was surprised for an instant how
much he enjoyed having House underneath him, how House was left to his
actions. His eyes were closed and he was obviously enjoying Wilson's
initiative. Wilson kissed his way down House's body again and when he took
his cock into his mouth, one hand caressing House's nipple, the other
holding his balls, House arched his back and let out a moan. He was hard
as a rock and pushed his dick deeper into Wilson's mouth. Wilson knew what
he was doing and House had the sneeking suspicion that this was not the
first time that he gave a blow job. Skilled lips and a fast tongue were
caressing him, his cock slipping in and out at a delightfully slow but
rough rhythm, Wilson lightly pulled at his balls, which made House gasp
again, the pain adding to the pleasure. His hands were, now free, on
Wilson's head, in his hair. When House felt Wilson's hand moving towards
his ass he froze. Wilson noticed the change and came up again. House
protested at the feeling of loss; those lips sure felt good on his cock.
He opened his eyes and met Wilson's glance. ,,Trust me", Wilson whispered
and kissed him. Slowly, tenderly, tongues entangling, Wilson's one hand
around his cock, stroking, wanking, and one finger pressing softly but
determined against his asshole. House slowly spread his legs and panted as
he felt a finger slipping into him. Some pain shot through him, but Wilson
kept kissing him, not moving his finger, making him relax, and then the
pain became pleasure, the finger moved further in until it found the right
spot, pressing against the gland. House completely lost control. He cried
out, leaning into the touch, the penetration, rocking back and forth and
his orgasm swept him away, coming in Wilson's hand. 

They lay entangled for a few moments. Wilson moved over to lie down next
to House. They opened their eyes and stared at each other. House kissed
Wilson lighlty and smiled. No mischievous grin, no mocking, sarcastic gaze
this time. ,,Now let's see what I can do for you..." he whispered.

  
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