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  Catching Tweety Bird 
 by hilsonlover  

 Wilson is an early bird, rising at the first sunbeam, leaving House alone
in a bed too big. Unlike Wilson, House is a night owl and best time of the
day to get some sleep is in the early hours of a new day for him.

Right from the beginning of their relationship he overslept while Wilson
got up. After a few weeks, he'd wake up but immediately fall back to
sleep. A few months later, he had a hard time even falling back to sleep
after Wilson scrambled off the bed. A year later he's annoyed. He fucking
hates Wilson living the "early bird catches the worm" - adage.

He rolls from his back to his side to glimpse at the alarm-clock and
groans when he sees the time. Why this brown-eyed dork has to get up three
hours before he actually starts to work is beyond House's understanding.
Even Wilson can't need so much time to change into his usual peachy self;
although, maybe he does. Last night left him screaming House's name over
and over, sweaty and disheveled. An awfully adorable sight in House's
book.

Good thing Wilson isn't laying beside him now because he's grinning like a
Cheshire cat. No need to explain that he loves Wilson's hair most in its
tousled version. In addition to the flushed face, the dilated pupils and
being putty in House's hands. House hums low in his throat at this image
of Wilson, feeling another body part corresponding enthusiastically to it.
It's early; he's awake anyway so it's perfectly normal to clamber out of
the bed. He'll search for the source of his alertness and demand some kind
of comfort. That's the least Wilson can do for robbing him of his sleep.

Besides, there are no noises to be heard. Wilson should be in the bathroom
or in the kitchen and no matter how quiet he tries to be there should be
some hushed, audible noises. But there is absolutely nothing. Which makes
House suspicious; a train of unpleasant thoughts start to roll around in
his mind. None of these thoughts have to do anything with him being the
tiniest bit insecure or jealous. His penis is withering while his spleen
flares up.

Where the hell is Wilson?

A mixture of annoyance and uneasiness flutters over House's face before a
dark scowl settles on it. Annoyance and uneasiness mingle with anxiety.
Something House isn't used to, a feeling he doesn't like at all. They are
at home, there's nothing to fear. What could've happen to Wilson anyway?
He's probably just on the john reading the newspaper.

There's no evidence that Wilson has been in the bathroom this morning when
House inspects it. His fingers are getting cold, sweat forms on his
forehead, his heart beats faster and he's gritting his teeth to prevent
himself from calling out for Wilson. He's afraid - of what, he doesn't
know - but Wilson is not here and he's fucking frightened that something
bad has happened. He hears himself starting to pant and chides himself for
reacting so strongly and irrational.

It is completely irrational and ridiculous to be freaked out because your
lover isn't lying next to you at six o'clock in the morning. Yet, House
can't help himself. He's feeling lost and has one of those eye-opening
moments. He loves Wilson and the thought of losing him leaves him chilled
to the bones. The confession is just in his own mind so, yes, he's deeply
scared of losing Wilson.

Feeling scared isn't something House is keen on and that feeling, in
combination with the insight of his feelings towards Wilson, are throwing
him off track. Since he doesn't like to be thrown off track and now has to
fight with too many unnerving feelings, he blames Wilson for his inner
turmoil. Another reason to find said man; so that he can take his anger of
feeling too much, out on him. This has nothing to do with him being short
of panicking because he can't find Wilson.

He's stopped dead in his tracks when he limps from the hallway to the
living room. His heart stutters as he sags against a wall. Finally he's
able to breathe again; his body trembling from relief. Sunbeams gleam
through the windows, setting a surreal lighting in the living room. Center
of House's attention lies on the slowly but smoothly moving body of
Wilson.

Who is only wearing sweat-pants and naked from the waist up. The sunbeams
flutter over his body, accentuating the well-defined planes of his
muscles. Wilson's face is relaxed but showing full concentration. He makes
some fast pushing moves with his hands then twirls around and gracefully
swings them down in front of his belly; every motion seemingly seamless.
Slow moves alter with fast kicks and punches and the only outward sign of
exercising is the light glittering film of sweat on his chest and back.
Wilson's breathing is fully controlled as is his balance. Every footstep
is set precisely on the floor, the kicks and punches flowing with obvious
power.

House is openly gaping and mesmerized by the sight of Wilson's graceful
and seamless movements. Every muscle and fiber is visible. House licks his
lips hungrily while staring at the lean form of Wilson, looking slender,
gracile and almost delicate; the boyish face and floppy hair contributing
to the delicate appearance.

House would never admit how much he likes Wilson's body - at least not
aloud. That would lead to an irritated Wilson, believing that House
regards him as the woman in their relationship. The resultant argument
would force House to reassure Wilson of his manhood, which would involve
him being very sore and limping more than usual afterwards. To be honest,
House likes it much better if Wilson is the sore one... His penis agrees
on behalf of this thought with leaking some droplets of precome,
moistening his boxers.

House watches Wilson exercising, deciding that it's a form of Tai-Chi.
He's almost painfully aroused but can't bring himself to walk further in
the living-room, not wanting to disturb Wilson and ending the show.
Instead he slips one hand into his boxers and gives his erection a few
strokes. It feels hot and heavy in his hand and his balls already begin to
tighten. There's no chance that he won't come in the next minute.

That is when Wilson stops, stretches and shakes his legs and arms
indicating that he's finished. House hisses sharply as he pulls his hand
out of his boxers and hisses again as he starts to walk with his raging
hard-on.

Wilson turns around and is startled somewhat at discovering House. The
inevitable blush creeps up his face while he pulls on his T-Shirt. He
prepares himself mentally for the teasing which will be setting in right
now and puts on his best deadpan face. He frowns at seeing the heavy
limping steps of House. He must be in more pain than usual and now he'll
be a grouchy bastard 'cause Wilson woke him up early. Wilson sighs
inwardly, there vanishes his inner peace! At least he was able to hide it
for over a year and ... better not admit to House for how long he has
hidden this hobby. House doesn't like to be surprised by Wilson or things
he does, no matter how harmless those things are. Discovering something
new about Wilson annoys the living hell out of House 'cause that reminds
him of his lack of omniscience.

Wilson isn't capable of keeping up the deadpan expression. It gives way to
concern seeing the obvious pain in House's face. Before he can come up
with anything that is not "Are you in pain?" House asks him, "So that's
your secret? You're able to deal with me on a daily base because you find
your inner balance with doing Tai-Chi?"

Wilson is surprised, that's not the reaction he was expecting. He shrugs
with his shoulders and at discovering the more than apparent bulge in
House's pajamas he smiles innocently and says, "It's ... helpful."

House bridges the remaining space between them, pressing his body up
against Wilson's. Who would have thought that an erection could be that
painful? House guides Wilson's hands to his prominent and pulsating
erection, "Want to help me?"

"Hm," Wilson cranes his head to one side, faking to contemplate this
question, "doing Tai-Chi is ... exhausting. Guess, you'll have to do all
the work."

As a response House croaks, "That's fine with me."

With this he shoves Wilson against the armchair, pulls the T-Shirt over
Wilson's head and hungrily attacks his throat. The good thing is that
Wilson is overly responsive to any kind of House's ministrations and
changes from being flaccid to fully erect in a matter of a minute. House
didn't even need to touch him there; he's just roaming with his hands over
Wilson's torso, tracing the outlines of his muscles.

House slides his hands into Wilson's sweatpants where he detects with
delight that Wilson didn't bother to put on underwear this morning. Or
maybe he simply didn't find it, whatever. He cups the firm globes of
Wilson's butt in his hands, squeezes and travels with his fingers to the
cleft. It earns him a buck of Wilson's hips against his own, leaving him
breathless at the close contact of their erections.

"Shouldn't we transfer this to the bedroom?" Wilson pants in his ear.

House looks up and takes in the sight on display. Wilson looking his most
delicious with tousled hair, swollen lips, pupils blown up and a fine
flush on his face. Said face changes his expression from utterly aroused
to slowly becoming irritated. House shakes his head as an answer,
confusing Wilson even more until he rasps, "Turn around."

House smirks at feeling the fine trembles his demand evokes in Wilson.
Wilson complies swiftly and turns around and that's when House remembers
that an important supply is missing. He groans in pure despair; his dick
is pressed up against the crack of Wilson's ass, only thin layers of
cotton separate them. Wilson bends over the armchair even more and pats
with his hands under the cushions, turning House into a moaning mess due
to the sight in front of him. Mysteriously, a small jar of Vaseline gets
pressed in his hands; saving him from his own imprudence.

"Might be useful, huh?" comes the smug comment.

"Did you hide it there?" House asks in utter disbelief while he pulls down
Wilson's and his own pants.

"Nope, it just occurred to me that it might be lost there from last
weekend," Wilson's voice is a tone higher than normal. He's busy with
rubbing his ass along House's stiff penis when House snaps, "Don't move,
damn it!"

Wilson stops immediately, looking over his shoulder in bewilderment. House
hisses as he slicks himself up. He's not sure if he's even able to push
into Wilson without coming on the spot. Wilson starts squirming again and
House grabs around Wilson's upper body and locks Wilson's hands in front
of his belly, effectively immobilizing him. Wilson whimpers at this and
House has to think of ugly face deformations to restrain himself from
coming.

House is highly turned on by the thought that Wilson likes to be dominated
by him. Sure, Wilson knows the ropes in bed but House always suspected
that Wilson likes it more if House is in control. A very sane part of
Wilson prevented him from yielding full control to House - at least until
now.

Although he hasn't much space Wilson rubs his ass along House's erection
in small circles and that's when House decides to find proof for his
assumption.

"Keep still until I allow you to move," he growls in Wilson's ear,
relishing in the feeling of Wilson's body answering with fine tremors. He
nibbles and kisses along Wilson's neck, marveling at the whimpering noises
coming from Wilson.

"Bend over. But then keep still!" Wilson submits himself immediately,
leaving House with a feeling of superiority and power. His penis swells
more than should be humanly possible and he carefully guides the head to
Wilson's opening.

Superiority and power are squashed when Wilson pushes back hard, taking
House fully in with one swift move. Both men groan; House is panting and
desperately trying to sustain control over his dick. Wilson isn't helpful
with this task at all. He leisurely circles his hips and moans in
appreciation.

"Didn't I say something about keeping still?" House asks while gripping
Wilson hips who spreads his legs even wider.

"Sorry, didn't hear that. My hearing isn't so good anymore."

"Oh, feeling cheeky, my dear?"

House is getting annoyed. First, he had to find out about Wilson's hobby,
then his hypothesis about Wilson's secret wish of yielding to him was
proven wrong and now that comment! He'd better shut him up and give him a
good reminder for the rest of the day. House feels much better as he
imagines a limping Wilson in the hospital, staff members glancing at him
suspiciously.

He pulls out and with a hard thrust back in again, making Wilson groan and
grip the back of the armchair harder. House sets a hard and steady pace
while thanking his annoyance because it allows him to persist longer. At
the fourth thrust he hits Wilson's special knot, eliciting the first
scream of "Oh God!"

The play of Wilson's back muscles and the incoherently babbled things
escaping his mouth quickly bring House back to the edge. His leg starts to
complain so he thrust even harder, trying to bring Wilson to his climax.
Two almost violent thrusts later Wilson's come splatters at the back of
the armchair as he wails House's name. House follows Wilson just a moment
later, flooding him with his fluid and collapsing on top of him.

Unfortunately the leg decides to be a bitch, forcing him to pull out of
Wilson. Who hisses sharply and winces when he straightens up. He steps out
of his sweatpants which are pooled around his ankles, hissing even more.
He draws House in a close embrace, taking on some of House's weight to
help relieve his bad leg somewhat. Nuzzling his face against House's chest
he mumbles, "That was what helps me deal with you on a daily base."

One of House's hands is curled around Wilson's neck in a possessive
manner, the other hand rests on his butt as he asks, "You're doing Tai-Chi
every morning?"

He holds Wilson's head in place, not wanting him to look at him, to
discover how much he was turned on by the sight of Wilson moving seamless
and smoothly. Wilson's only chance is to mumble again, "Uh, whenever it is
possible."

"Fine, I'll come and watch more often if it gets you so relaxed that
you're that horny."

It's a good thing that House presses Wilson's face against his chest
because Wilson isn't able to suppress a smug smile playing around the
corners of his mouth. No, he didn't trick House into watching him, too
many imponderabilities for Wilson's taste. But he sure as hell knows how
to play House - at least where sex is concerned. And annoying House with
cheeky comments always lead to House fucking him hard which was exactly
what he wanted. Okay, maybe he gets a bit too turned on by House going all
commando on him but completely yielding to House ... - No, that's
something he's still afraid of and therefore he beats his desire into
submission every time. The desire is getting stronger though and he was
short of giving in only minutes ago.

Eventually his head is released and he leans in to kiss House. "See, being
an early bird isn't always that bad."

House's face goes blank as he can't think of a witty reply. Damn, the sex
actually shorted out his higher brain functions! A scathing remark could
be helpful but at seeing insane trust mingled with insecurity lurking in
Wilson's eyes House isn't able to get one single word out. Instead he cups
Wilson's face with his hands, kisses him softly on his lips and with that
evokes another heavy body-tremble.

"Come on then, Tweety Bird, let's take a shower!"

"But Sylvester you won't bite me, will you?" Wilson bats his eyes
innocently at House as the very same deciphers his statement with a
confused expression on his face. A grin spreads out across his face when
the decipherment is complete. He takes Wilson's hand in his own and Wilson
allows himself to be dragged in the direction of the bathroom. Both are
chuckling as House states, "I'm more successful than Sylvester. I caught
you!"

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