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“Oh god, House.” Wilson says as soon as he sees House. He’s covered in vomit and completely passed out, with a Vicodin bottle laying next to him. “House?” Wilson says as he shakes House's limp body. House opens his eyes, but then closes them. “Christ, you need rehab.” Wilson states. He then puts House's arm around him and helps him stand up. Wilson practically drags House into the bathroom and begins whipping off the vomit. “You must be freezing.” Wilsons says, looking at Houses vomit covered shirt. “Okay, you take your shirt off, I am going to find some clean clothes.” Wilson says to House, knowing he wouldn’t respond.
Wilson walks back into the bathroom to see a very hungover House struggling to take his shirt off. Wilsons pity gets the best of him as he helps House. All those years of knowing each other, Wilson had never seen House shirtless. He was, to say the least, surprised to see a rather healthy looking body. He then grabbed a towel and cleaned off the rest of the vomit. He then helps House get dressed and walks him to bed.
“Get some rest House, you need it.” Wilson says. “Wait.” Says a very disoriented House. “Stay…I don’t wanna be alone.” Once again Wilson feels bad for House, so he stays. Wilson sat on the edge of the bed. “No, it’s late, you need sleep too.” House says. He pats the right side of the bed. “Sleep.” House says. Wilson then lays down. He had never realized how comfortable House's bed was. Without warning House puts his arm around Wilson and hugs him.
House didn’t even realize he was doing this because he was dead asleep. Wilson, not wanting to wake him, put his hand on House's arm. When he did this he noticed the scars that ran up and down House's arms. They were cut in rows, signaling that they were self induced. “Oh, Greg.” Wilson quietly says to himself.
“C’mon don’t be a pansy!” House says playfully. “It’ll be just like old times. You, me, pizza, and a whole thing of beer.” “Fine, but only if I get to pick the movie.” Wilson replies. “Fine, but you're paying.” House quickly snaps. After their long day of work the two men go to House's apartment.
A few hours later… “Hhey…Wilson.” House drunkenly slurs. “What?” Wilson quickly responds. “I…I never noticed how pretty your eyes were.” House replies in a slur. Wilsons face quickly became red. “Y’know…for a guy your…your pretty hot.” House says. “House, you're drunk. You don’t mean that.” Wilson quickly responds. “If I wasn’t serious then why would I do this?” House grabs Wilsons tie and pulls him into a kiss. Wilsons mind starts to race. “He doesn’t actually believe anything he said. He is drunk and is only doing this to get a rise out of you. I mean, c’mon. We’ve been friends for 10 years now, there's no way he feels the same.”
House stops, almost expecting Wilson to yell at him. Instead, Wilson just stares at him, dumbfounded. “So that’s why your marriage failed.” House says. “You’re secretly gay and in love with me.” Wilson feels his face and ears become hot. There's a long moment of silence and then, “Yes House. I…I love you.” Wilson sheepishly admits. “Wow…uh jeez.” House laughs. “I knew this would happen. I knew you would ask me this as a joke and I would tell you the truth. I’m sorry House I’ll just-” Before Wilson could finish, House had kissed him again. Through the kiss, House says “Stay.” After hearing that Wilson grabbed Houses face, kissing him even harder. This one, much more passionate than the last. Things quickly escalate and move into the bedroom…
“Oh god my head.” House thinks. House feels something sleeping on his chest. “Jeez, did I get another one?” House thinks. House finally opens his eyes and sees who exactly was laying there. It looked like…Wilson. House then quickly blinked to make sure he wasn’t seeing anything, but it was true. House only then realized that the both of them were completely naked. His head began to spin. “Why was Wilson in bed with him? Had he finally come clean about his attraction to Wilson? Oh god, did they sleep together?” House then felt Wilson wake up. He looked down at him, the morning sun hitting his dark eyes, making them shine. Wilson stretched. “Morning House…or should I say Greg now?” Wilson asks. House wanted to respond, but could only stare blankly at Wilson.
“Hey did we-” “Yes, we slept together. I tried to stop you, but you were pretty insistent.” House felt his face get warm. “I’m sorry House I knew you were drunk and that it was wrong but-” House kissed Wilson. “Wilson, the truth is…I love you.” “So when you kissed me last night and kept saying I love you it was…sincere?” House took a deep breath. “Everything I said, regardless of if I remember it, was true.” Wilson’s eyes widened. “House.” Wilson kissed House gently. House put his arm around Wilson and held him close. This felt…right.