Vicodin or Me? (A Hilson RP) - Chapter 18

House was able to get a bit of sleep before nightmares filled his mind. He jumped awake, seeing Wilson's still safe in the bed.

Wilson: *stirred a little at the sound of House's jump* Mmh...Greg...?

"It's ok, Wilson, I was just sleeping." he stroked his face.

Wilson: *still instinctively flinched, bt didnt reject his touch*

"Sorry." He took his hand away. "How do you feel?"

Wilson: OK, I guess. My ass kinda hurts. N I mean reli hurt, not like the kind of hurt u give me aftr a long night romp

"I'm sorry. I could give you something for that, but I would need to apply it to the problem area."

Wilson: *thought abt it then nodded* I trust u, u wont hurt me...right?

"I would never." He wanted to kiss him and take the touch of the other man away, but he couldn't Wilson was not ready. "You can turn over on your stomach or on your back with your legs open."

Wilson: *opt for the former as he turned ovr on his stomach*

House got some cream to rub on. "Baby, I need to spead the medication inside. The man was very rough with you." He opted for glaves, encase Wilson got too spooked.

Wilson: *nodded* I understand. Do it *raised his hospital gown to show his ass, though tentatively*

"Shh, baby." House dipped hi fingers in the meds and then started rubbing it over his opening. "I want to take you away for a month, get you away from this place."

Wilson: *nodded* I dont think I want to be near here either, especially the parking lot *hissed at House's applying the meds on him bt didnt resist him too much*

"Relax baby, I need to get inside." His other hand was stroking his back.

Wilson: *whimpered bt nodded*

He slowly pushed a finger in, trying not to get aroused at this moment, but it is hard not too.

Wilson: *the intrusion brought bk memories, bt he tried not to think abt it n reminded himself tht it was House, not the rapist*

House was breathing hard, his cock hardening in his pants. He spread the meds around. He was sick with the way his body was reaching. He pulled his hand out slowly then made to pull the gown down. He couldn't help but look at Wilson's ass, his body growing more aroused and his breath quickening. "Wilson." He licked his dry lips. "Pull the covers over you."

Wilson: *was oblivious to wht just happened as he nodded, pulling the covers ovr* Thanks, Greg *feeling a need for attachment, thus the first-name basis*

House felt sick. "Oh god baby..." He moved away, nearly tripping over the chair and hobbled to the bathroom, slamming the door.

Wilson: *looked up oddly seeing House escaping into the bathroom* Greg? U OK?

Greg slid down the door and open his pants. He fisted his cock just trying to come quickly.

Wilson: *still oblivious, staring at the bathroom door worriedly*

House bit his lip as he came over his hand. He moaned wilson's name, quietly. He took a few deep breaths before cleaning himself up.

Wilson: *was getting worried tht there was no sound frm him* Greg? Everything alright in there?

He panted and leaned back. "I'm fine." h got up on shakey legs and unlocked the door. He put himself away and came out. "Had to use the bathroom." He was still slightly shaky and his face was flushed.

Wilson: *saw his flushed face n didnt look too convinced*

He came over and sat down. "How are you feeling?"

Wilson: It feels better now. Doesnt sting so bad now, bt I still can feel a dull ache. I tore a little, didnt I?

"A little." It was not a total lie, but not the total truth. "Where would you like to go? Anywhere you want."

Wilson: *considered* I could go to ur plc. Ur plc at ur mom's. Or wherevr. I'm not tht picky

"I said, anywhere. Franc, Italy, the Bahamas."

Wilson: Oh. Well, u make the decision. I cant reli think right now *lay bk on bed*

"Ok, baby." He nodded.