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Wilson/Keller cont.
...
"Hey." Keller whispered from the bottom bunk. He knew Wilson was still awake. The other man kept shifting, making little noises he thought were soft enough that his room mate wouldn't hear but oh Keller heard and didn't even feel the slightest bit of pity for the man.
Though he could pretend he did.
"Hey Wilson." He whispered again when he realized the other man wasn't answering. With a roll of his eyes he got out of bed and stood, peering at the man on the top bunk. "Ignoring a guy when he's trying to talk to you is a real good way to piss him off, y'know." Ha. That got Wilson's attention. He could barely make out the younger man's milky brown eyes filled with uncertainty and tears. "Hey." Keller put on a sympathetic face and reached forward to wipe away some of the moisture he knew was on Wilson's cheek even if he couldn't see it. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Wilson rasped, his voice cracking. He closed his eyes, feeling so pathetic as the other inmate touched him gently on the cheek, neck and then his shoulder.
"Come on down." Keller coaxed.
"What? Why?" Was he going to get raped? Was Keller going to hurt him?
"Just come down here. C'mon." Keller tugged on Wilson's shirt gently and the young man hesitantly got down off the bed, grimacing a little when the other man's hands came to rest on his hips. "No more crying, alright?" Offering a convincing yet false smile, he pulled Wilson close. "I'll keep you safe if you give me something in return."
So in the shadows of their pod, Wilson allowed Keller to have his way with him, feeling much too hopeless and helpless to have it any other way.
...
The next day he sat on one side of the glass, House on the other, watching him with unreadable blue eyes. Wilson looked like shit. He was terribly shaken by Keller's attentions, by the nightmares by...everything. Picking up the phone finally he swallowed.
"You look like shit." House stated plainly. "Find yourself a nice boyfriend already?" The older man's tone was actually mocking and to Wilson it was a blow to the stomach.
"House, I'm in here because of you." Wilson pointed out, frowning.
"Yeah, well. It's your fault. You should have opened that big mouth of yours." It would perhaps seem as if House didn't care about his friend being locked up but it was the complete opposite: He cared too much. So, as the insults and sarcasm flew freely from his mouth he watched as Wilson's composure was broken down to nothing until his friend simply dropped the phone and walked off.
Back into Chris Keller's less than loving arms.
...
"Hey." Keller whispered from the bottom bunk. He knew Wilson was still awake. The other man kept shifting, making little noises he thought were soft enough that his room mate wouldn't hear but oh Keller heard and didn't even feel the slightest bit of pity for the man.
Though he could pretend he did.
"Hey Wilson." He whispered again when he realized the other man wasn't answering. With a roll of his eyes he got out of bed and stood, peering at the man on the top bunk. "Ignoring a guy when he's trying to talk to you is a real good way to piss him off, y'know." Ha. That got Wilson's attention. He could barely make out the younger man's milky brown eyes filled with uncertainty and tears. "Hey." Keller put on a sympathetic face and reached forward to wipe away some of the moisture he knew was on Wilson's cheek even if he couldn't see it. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Wilson rasped, his voice cracking. He closed his eyes, feeling so pathetic as the other inmate touched him gently on the cheek, neck and then his shoulder.
"Come on down." Keller coaxed.
"What? Why?" Was he going to get raped? Was Keller going to hurt him?
"Just come down here. C'mon." Keller tugged on Wilson's shirt gently and the young man hesitantly got down off the bed, grimacing a little when the other man's hands came to rest on his hips. "No more crying, alright?" Offering a convincing yet false smile, he pulled Wilson close. "I'll keep you safe if you give me something in return."
So in the shadows of their pod, Wilson allowed Keller to have his way with him, feeling much too hopeless and helpless to have it any other way.
...
The next day he sat on one side of the glass, House on the other, watching him with unreadable blue eyes. Wilson looked like shit. He was terribly shaken by Keller's attentions, by the nightmares by...everything. Picking up the phone finally he swallowed.
"You look like shit." House stated plainly. "Find yourself a nice boyfriend already?" The older man's tone was actually mocking and to Wilson it was a blow to the stomach.
"House, I'm in here because of you." Wilson pointed out, frowning.
"Yeah, well. It's your fault. You should have opened that big mouth of yours." It would perhaps seem as if House didn't care about his friend being locked up but it was the complete opposite: He cared too much. So, as the insults and sarcasm flew freely from his mouth he watched as Wilson's composure was broken down to nothing until his friend simply dropped the phone and walked off.
Back into Chris Keller's less than loving arms.