Autumn's Writings, Drabbles, Fanfics, etc.

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#046. Skating

He watched his lover glide effortlessly across the ice. It hadn’t turned out as he had hoped. He had his cell phone camera at the ready to take embarrassing shots of Wilson flat on his ass on the ice. Maybe some video clips of Wilson flailing around on the ice, as off balance and awkward as House felt on the best of days, even seven years after loosing the muscle. Wilson turned and glided backwards to the railing where House stood. A disparaging comment about men, sexuality, and figure skating ready at House’s lips, was cut off with a kiss.

#024. Frustrated

He groaned, low and needy. His left leg bent, foot planted firmly using the muscles as leverage, he arched his back. Left hand, alternating firm pinches to each nipple, slipping down to tug gently at his balls. Right hand, slick with lube, fisted, fingers gripping and squeezing, thumb at every stroke rubbing over his tip. Faster and faster. He was panting now, sweat pouring off him. He was so close, every muscle tight, waiting for release, for the flood of endorphins. But it just wouldn’t come, no matter what he tried. His cock, hard and aching without relief. Damn pills.

#027. Knife

In the confusion that followed, as the patient was rushed off, he pocketed the knife. He showed Wilson his prize, but Wilson seemed unimpressed. Wilson’s later reaction to House’s disavowal of a hereafter, were bitter, angry and a gauntlet was thrown down. You don’t know. You can’t be sure. You’ve never been there. The words bounced around in his skull as he opened the blade and then snapped it shut with his forehead. Thirst for knowledge always outweighing his self worth. There was no hesitation, just a call to someone vested in his survival. Then an electrical surge, pain, knowledge.

#041. Peaceful

He dozed, body blissfully sated. A calm settling over him that he hadn’t felt in years. A feeling he had though he’d never have again and spent years trying to convince himself he didn’t want or need. He tightened his arm around the warm body nestled against his side, turning his head to place a kiss on Wilson’s head. Enjoying the sleepy nuzzle Wilson gave his neck in return. House shivered as Wilson slid his hand over House’s ribs, coming to rest gripping his hip slightly. There was no medicine, no opiate that made him feel this good. Peaceful contentment.