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"Wilson, you're an idiot." House grabs the back of the other man's head and pulls him in close, pressing their lips together. His eyes clenched shut as he let the warmth wash over him. It's mesmerising. His leg stops aching. And holy shit Wilson is kissing him back too.
His fingers grasp at Wilson’s hair as the kiss deepens. Maybe the few too many drinks had made House too bold. But Wilson is a lightweight, he won't remember this in the morning. So what the hell! At least this was a good way to shut him up.
But Wilson was kissing him back. That's all that mattered right now.
House reaches his hand down to rest on Wilson’s knee. Wilsons instantly pulls away and pushes House off him. "If you're just looking to get off-" Wilson says as he takes a step back."Then fuck off."
House is speechless, not something he often finds happening to himself.
"I'm not one of your prostitutes," Wilson snarks at him.
"Oh please. We both know I wouldn't be able to afford your rates-"
"House! Seriously! I'm not playing another one of your stupid games!" Wilson runs a hand through his hair, unable to hide the blush on his cheeks, before shaking his head and waving his hand dismissively. "This, this is too far." He stutters, "I can't-"
"James, I-" House rubs his leg, that leg, unable to find the words. The pain was back, screaming this time. Wilson’s brow furrows in suspicion at the use of his first name. It was cute. House hated himself for thinking so.
Neither man speaks. House just stares. Stares into Wilson's eyes. Lost in them again for the hundredth-no- thousandth time? Ehh who's counting anyway. Wilson is staring right back. His expression softens, but the frustration is still there. His eyebrows still pulled together, only now with confusion as well.
"Look… I want this. I want… us." House stuttered. He never stutters. The pain in his leg was searing now, yeah at least that figures. But the aching, combined with the drink and he couldn't stop the words pouring out of him. "It's always been us." He breaks their gaze, to stare down at his hands. Preparing for rejection. This was a huge mistake.
"Greg, I had no idea." Everybody lies.
"I… I feel the same." Everybody lies.
"And I have done for a long time," Everybody lies.
"But I just-" Here it comes.
"I'm a coward. I should've said something." There it is- no, wait what?
"I should've said something, done something, done anything! But I was afraid." Wilson swallowed thickly. "Everytime I get close to… admitting it. I chicken out. Afraid of the rejection. That you might laugh it off as a joke or worse! What if… What-what if we did do this, a-and then I mess it up like every one of my stupid marriages. I-"
"Stop." House interrupts him.
"What?" Wilson’s face contorts in annoyance now. "I'm opening up to you. I… years of hiding these feelings and I-"
"I said stop!" House yells this time. Wilson freezes mid sentence with his mouth still open. I'm in love with an idiot, House thinks to himself. "Just, stop thinking. For once, Jimmy." House sighs. "I need-" you he almost spills out. Instead he huffs out a breath, clenches his thigh, his leg felt like it was on fire. "-we need to… stop… thinking. And just…"
House grabs Wilson's hand this time. Looks directly into Wilson’s eyes as they meet his own. Wilson sees the uncertainty in House's expression. The worry, the fear. House is serious about this. About them. Gosh how long has House been feeling this.
They both lean in and their lips meet for the second time that night. Slower, softer and more passionate than before, deepened by their confessions of feelings for each other.
It felt good.