Chance Encounter | By : sybersnake Category: G through L > House Views: 2824 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Tritter slowly come awake, he felt good,
content and satisfied. He felt himself harden by only from the memories of
their last night activity. The tight, slim body writhing under him, submitting
to him. It was so intoxicated and arousing when the defiance flow away from
these electric blue eyes and filled with passion, openness, and almost
vulnerable. .
He felt a small movement from his
right side, he turned his head slightly toward his sleeping company, and really
studied House’s body the first time. House was thin, almost unnaturally,
Tritter could clearly see the other man’s ribs, the once well toned body was
now slowly wasted away, he suspected by drugs.
A tiny whimper caught his ear,
Tritter frowned, and turned fully toward House. The man whole body was rigid,
his muscles tensed up, and small tremors washed over his thin frame. He sat up and saw House’s finger
digging into his thigh so hard they opened up his skin, and his blood painted
red the doctor’s pale skin.
“What the hell…” Tritter snapped his
head toward the other man’s face and first noticed the glazed, unfocused, pain
filled eyes, the bloody bitten lower lip, and the cold sweat which faintly
covered his whole body. Tritter wanted
to call out fore the other man, when House body tensed up again, he this
time clearly could see the twitching, jerking muscles in House’s damaged leg. A
painful gasp left House trembling lips, Tritter was not sure but maybe he saw
in the dare light tears sliding down his unnatural white face.
His mind caught up what he saw, and
reached out and touched House’s shoulder. “House.” He called out urgently,
House’s blue eyes blinked a few times before he looked up and his unfocused
gaze meet Tritter’s the first time.
“Tri-tritter.” House cracked out,
while his body shocked by a newer tremors.
“House what’s wrong?” okay it was a
silly question, like when you asked an ill looking man if he was alright, but
damn it, Tritter wanted to, needed to knew what going on with his… with House.
House snored at his question. “Ya
knew cripple here.” Supplied nonchalantly, like this situations happened all
the time, but his effort was ruined by a new wave of pain which caused him to
grimace. “Pill, need the pills.” Rasped out between clenched teethes.
Pills as House’s Vicodins, he
climbed out hurriedly from the bed, and started to search for the other man’s
clothes. As he thought back he didn’t see House popping any pill in his mouth
the previous night. He finally found House’s coat and in its pocket his
pillbox.
He rushed back to the bed. He pooped
open the box, tipped off some and offered it to House who dry swallowed his
pill with a bit difficulty, he closed his eyes and laid back down to wait out
the Vicodin shouting effect.
Tritter watched him for a minuet,
before he run his finger over the side of House’s sweaty face. By his first
touch House’s eyes snapped open, but did not moved to pull away. Their gaze
locked for a minuet, they both waited, unknowing to the same thing: rejection.
But it did not came.
When House did not pulled away, or
said a world, Tritter continued to exploring House’s body. His finger followed House’s jaw then they
wandered down the pale neck, over the heaving chest, tensed muscles. While he
studied the other man’s face, Tritter
could see have the pain line slowly eased out from the face, how House’s body
started to trembled by arouse instead of pain. As he watched strange mixture of
feelings surfaced: lust, arouse, domination, possession, want, need. His
fingers ghosted over House’s belly, he caressed the soft skin under his
fingers.
He noticed House’s arms laid limp at
his side, his fingers still red and wet by his own good, House’s body language
screamed of volubility and submission. And it was when it occurred to him, he
although wanted House at his mercy at fist, but his feeling changed, he wanted
the other man to react to him, to submit to him, and enjoy it. That’s way he
stopped in the alley, that’s way he would had let House walk away, way he
invite House to his home, not some shabby motel. It all confused him then , but
his reaction’s looked so obviously now.
He knew he liked what he saw the
first time they meet, he also was aware he enjoyed the other man’s quick wit,
and sarcasm. It was clearly obviously for him, when he first touched House’s
bare skin he wanted more, but he was
not aware of his feeling full existent until now.
A smirked formed on Tritter’s lips
at his own thought as he learned forward to kiss his… companion, maybe even
lover, who knew what the fate and one Gregory House would allow they became,
but until he would take what was freely offered. Tritter claimed House’s lips
the first time, and to his surprise they opened up for him. He eased his weight
on the top of House, being carefully with the man’s damaged limb.
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