Camping, Ch 16
Ch 16
By the time Wilson was able to get House up out of bed, showered, and fed, it was mid-afternoon. They ate a late breakfast at the Blueberry Muffin once again, and Wilson still marveled over how many pancakes House could force down.
When they arrived at the campsite, House grabbed the beer and walked slowly around the secluded area. Closely-knit pine trees hid the area. The air was fresh, and far cooler than it had been in town. He wondered to himself how much extra Wilson had to pay to get a location like this, while Wilson struggled to get everything else out of the car. House peered into the tent and found a large air mattress already blown up, ready to go. He thought that it would do, but he wasn’t overly concerned. He’d slept in worse places since the infarction (his office chair, clinic exam table, his couch) and figured that an air mattress would be the best out of all of them.
Seeing that Wilson had unloaded the car, and was watching him curiously, House walked slowly back to where Wilson stood, hands on hips, waiting for some sort of tirade or complaint from House’s lips. Instead, he found himself hastily pushed back against a tree, House’s tongue probing his mouth. Wilson tasted maple syrup, coffee, and the ever-present Vicodin as House continued to kiss him deeply, every now and then nibbling on his lower lip. Wilson gave into his senses, and let House’s kissing relax him. He heard birds and smelt the deep woody scent of the earth. He also felt something hard pressing into his thigh, where House’s groin pressed up against him.
Wilson trailed his hand down and cupped House’s hardness through his jeans. House let out a low moan and pressed up against Wilson’s hand, searching in earnest for friction. Wilson pushed himself off the tree and turned them around, so House was up against the tree. It would be easier for House, for what Wilson had planned for him. Once Wilson was sure House was balanced as well as he could be, Wilson sank to his knees, unbuttoned House’s jeans, and then pulled the zipper down with his teeth. House hissed as he felt Wilson’s warm breath close to his hard, leaking cock.
Wilson freed House’s member from the confines of his boxers, and expertly took the length into his mouth. He felt House’s hands running through his hair almost gently. Wilson ran his tongue up and down House’s cock, as House fought to keep from bucking into the damp wetness of Wilson’s mouth. House could feel the suction as Wilson hollowed out his cheeks, sucking, and at the same time probed the length with his tongue. It wasn’t long until House was keening and Wilson was greedily swallowing.
House was nearly sliding down the tree at this point, and Wilson rose from his knees and got House’s cane for him. House slowly pulled himself from a half-slid position and tucked himself back into his jeans. His legs were like jelly, and all he wanted to do was sit, until he looked at Wilson. Wilson stood there, hair mussed, his erection visibly outlined in the confines of his jeans. House pulled himself together and pulled Wilson toward him. He tasted himself on Wilson, and found himself wishing he could have a second orgasm.
He managed to get Wilson to follow his lead, and they headed to the tent.
House pushed Wilson back and down onto the air mattress, which had been covered with a large moss colored sleeping bag. House carefully lowered himself down on the mattress, and hovered his body over Wilson’s, letting his hips brush softly against Wilson’s erection. Wilson unabashedly moaned at the friction. House made himself comfortable between Wilson’s thighs and unbuttoned Wilson’s jeans, sliding them and his boxers down over Wilson’s milky white ass, and down a bit further, so the upper parts of his thighs were visible.
House started to lick his way up Wilson’s inner thigh, slowly, as if he were memorizing the taste of every one of Wilson’s cells. House sank his teeth into the sensitive spot on Wilson’s inner thigh, and then continued north. With one hand he cupped Wilson’s balls, fondling them gently. He then tenderly blew on Wilson’s cock; finally taking it into his mouth, slowly. House looked up at Wilson as he sucked, and saw his body arching into the wet friction of House’s mouth. His eyes were closed and his mouth his open, and his tongue was biting his lower lip. A soft moan escaped his lips as House changed the pace, and began to suck him off more rapidly then he previously had. Suddenly, Wilson was coming in great hard spurts down his throat.
They stayed like that, with House between his legs, until House’s leg reminded him it has been a while since his last Vicodin. He sat up, popped a pill, and then made himself comfortable next to Wilson, who was practically comatose. Wilson managed to pull his garments back up and on, and the sleeping bag up over them both. They fell asleep like that, together, until the suns fading rays finally woke them, several hours later.