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Wilson was laying down on House’s couch, it being late into the night with a light rain outside. He sighed, looking up to House’s ceiling with only thoughts of the night that had unfolded.
Another failed relationship, why? Wilson was lying to himself again, he didn’t want to be with any women or man for that matter. There was only one person he wanted to be with that man was Gregory House, who happened to be asleep not far away. Wilson pondered if he would go steal some touches, maybe even a kiss, all while House was asleep. But he couldn’t risk his friend waking up and tearing him apart for doing so.
Another sigh escaped the sad man’s lips.
Suddenly the sound of the toilet flushing snapped Wilson back to reality, how did he not even hear or notice House limping around? Well Wilson did now, and he refused to move, staying very still and just hoping House would go back to bed. But instead House made his way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing something before limping his way towards the living room, “You know Wilson, you’re not a very good fake sleeper.”
Again, a sigh, “I wasn’t trying to fake sleep.” He sat up and looked to House who had a beer handed out to him, Wilson taking it and easily snapping it open before taking a long drink, “I just wanted to lay here in peace.”
“If you wanted peace and quiet, you chose the wrong couch to bum on.” House plopped down next to Wilson and opened his own beer, taking a drink, “So princess, why are you sulking on my couch at two am?”
The ridiculous nickname only made Wilson give out a dry chuckle, “I told Sandra it wasn’t going to work out and she should see someone else. I got slapped in the middle of the restaurant as she promptly stormed off. Luckily this time I didn’t get a drink thrown on me, but that is another place I can’t go again.” His third sigh in such a short time, “So yes I am here sulking on your couch.”
“Who cares if you dumped someone at a restaurant, if you are so in love with the place you should still go.” House shrugged and took another drink, “Date the food instead of a woman. At Least then you can eat them out without much problem.”
This made Wilson flush and only drink his beer more, a bit frustrated now he couldn’t think of a good comeback because his brain could only think one thing, He loves the noises when going down. And even worse, he wondered how it would be doing it to House.
“No come back, cheeky remark? I’m shocked. Wilson, did you actually love this Sandra?”
“Of course not House, or I would have tried to commit.” A grumble escaped his lips, “I just am tired of trying with the wrong people. Making them live up to the person I want to be with rather than filling in the holes and trying to make someone work that won’t.” Wilson looked to house now, about to continue when he realized House was looking back with that calculating stare of his, this only made Wilson more sour, “Don’t try to solve my heart, it won’t work.”
“Too late.” House lifted up his beer, “Diagnosis? You want someone you can’t have or something stupid like that. My treatment- Fuck it, go for it anyway. What's the worst that could happen, they say no? They reject you?”House took a drink then shrugged again, “How sad, at least then you can move on.”
Wilson looked over at House, then away, “It’s not that easy House.”
“I get it, wanting to fuck your boss is harder then your collegues, plus Cuddy already has googly eyes for me. Would be a disaster.” House nudged Wilson’s shoulder.
This made Wilson blink with shock, “What- No it’s not Cuddy!”
“Then who could possibly have you so wrapped up like this huh?” House said with a hint of snark, “It’s not one of my little goonies, Cameron wouldn’t fall for you anyway.”
Wilson put the beer aside and got up, running his hand through his hair in a panic, this happened before when he was cheating on his wife. A similar topic but Wilson was able to throw House’s scent off by saying some random nurse he worked with. Now though it wasn’t that easy. Wilson kept his back to House, his shoulders going down, “It doesn’t matter who it is cause if I told them it would ruin everything for me. And possibly them.”
“You care too much for whoever this is.” House said coldly, “And being an idiot while doing it.”
Wilson turned to face House, “I’m being an idiot?”
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“Fine!” Wilson threw his hands up, “You want me to try so bad, see what happens, get a good laugh?”
House shrugged, “Maybe, I mean it’s been fun to watch for awhile but now this is getting boring, I need some new form of entertainment in my show called Wilson makes a fool of himself.”
Wilson shook his head and let out a harsh laugh, “Seriously?”
“Reruns are boring so don’t do something that is like you’ve done before either. Make it exciting!” House smirked to Wilson.
This made Wilson’s gut twist in anger, rage even, he knew his face was hot and he was going to make a rash move, but he didn’t care at the moment, “Alright House, I'll give you something worth your time.” Marching over to House and grabbing him by the shirt. House closed his eyes, most likely ready to get hit, but Wilson instead leaned in and smacked their lips together, his eyes closed so he was unable to see House's reaction at the moment. Wilson didn’t make the kiss last long though, he moved away slightly and opened his eyes to House’s shocked face, of course it was- When your best friend for many years suddenly does that out of the blue? Even the great Gregory House wouldn’t know what to do. Wilson let go of House’s shirt and leaned back up right, looking down at House with a painful expression, “It’s you.” He gulped dryly, “It’s always been you.”
House blinked, finally, and went hard into thought while he looked over Wilson. Swaying in mixed emotions it seemed as he tried to analyze what just happened, “Wilson-” He took a breath in and then gave a rather sarcastic tone, “I now see why you have the taste in women you do.”
“House-” Wilson put his hand up and was about to go on a full rant but House didn’t let him.
“That was still a poor way to show it though.”
“Excuse me?” Wilson became confused.
House grumbled, “Well that was like a wimp baby kiss, who kisses someone they are going crazy over like that? I expected a full make out and groping my ass or something. That was pathetic.” He crossed his arms and gave Wilson a playful pouting face.
From shock to realization, Wilson caught on, “You- You knew. How long!?”
“For a few months now, but I was wondering if you’d say something first so I just waited.” This made House’s smirk come back as he looked at his friend.
Wilson was for better or worse, speechless- Did House, did he really want to try this? “House-”
“Enough talk, let’s rewind and try that again, and this time kiss me like you mean it. I think I deserve better don’t I?” House opened his arms waiting for Wilson.
Wilson just chuckled, he was over the moon right now, “Yes, of course.” He then leaned back down, rested a hand on the back of the couch while his other trailed House's face while House turned his head a bit, Wilson then closed the gap between them and they kissed again. Now this kiss was everything Wilson was asking for. It was passionate, hot, and made him tingle to his toes. House grabbed Wilson's shirt and pulled him down to where Wilson was sitting on his lap, Wilson made sure to put most of his weight in his knees as they continued to make out. House wrapped his arms around Wilson to grip his back while Wilson ran his fingers through the back of Houses’s hair. They continued for a few moments longer before Wilson pulled away, fully flushed and looking down to House longingly, “House, do you really want to try this- Do this?”
“I think if it was a no, I wouldn’t have pulled you on my lap and started trying to get off your shirt. But go ahead and figure it out for yourself.” House gave a dry laugh.
This only made Wilson laugh in return before leaning in and kissing House again. It didn’t take long before they were moved to House's room and laying across the bed, Wilson’s shirt was already gone and house was barely in clothes to begin with. House kissed Wilson’s neck before putting his teeth into it, grinding a bit with them that caused Wilson to moan from the sensation. House then moved to Wilson’s ear and said in a low voice, “Remove your pants.” Wilson of course obliged and leaned up, unbuckling his belt, he noticed House was now watching with a smug face, enjoying the show so Wilson decided to tease some. He slowly removed the belt from around his waist before throwing it to the floor, then unbuttoned his pants and put one hand down on the bed, leaning over House as he moved the pants off of himself and used his feet to kick them on the floor.
“Don’t forget your boxers. They got to go too.” House smirked.
Wilson was again obliged and swiftly removed his boxers, exposing his now hard member as he leaned back up, looking down at house and noticing the bulge from House’s boxer’s as well.
House raised his arms up above his head, “Now you can undress me.”
Breathing in with a chuckle, Wilson moved his hands under House’s shirt and started to move it up, leaning down close to give kisses to the exposed skin as it showed. Then removed the shirt fully letting House throw it to the side. Then came the boxers, he was a bit more gentle here, caring not to make House hurt from his leg. This wasn’t the first time Wilson had seen House nakid, and he was hoping it wasn’t about to be the last.
Wilson kissed House once more, the two interlocking their bodies together in a hot passionate manner. Their kisses were deep and longing, their touches intense and lingering wherever they put their hands. House only removed his hand to reach in his drawer and grab lube. Not much talking was done, just quick actions to only continue more sweet and addicting notions between the two.
The night was incredible.
When Wilson woke up, he could feel House heavy on top of him and his door knocking, Foremen loud on the other side of the door, “HOUSE WAKE UP ALREADY.”
Wilson started to get up, but House pushed him back down, “I’ll deal with it.” He groaned before crawling his way out of bed, “See you at the office princess.”
“See you soon then.” Wilson chuckled, putting his hands behind his head and just watching house reluctantly get dressed and then go to deal with one of his lackeys.
Now the real question was- What would happen next?