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Wilson caught the pot and popped a pill in his mouth.
But House sat down and his attention was pulled elsewhere, lower. Wilson’s pants were tented, his breathing hard and fast from his accelerated heart rate. House drew in a sharp breath. Then he noticed Wilson go to grab his mug from the table.
He furrowed his brow, closed his eyes and turned away as he spoke, pressing his chin to his cane. "Iiiiiiiii wouldn't drink that." Wilson froze; the rim of the cup just inches away from him taking a sip. He had that endearing look of confusion on his face, where his eyebrows pulled together and his eyes went big and- yeah that's probably the drugs.
House leant back slightly, quickly shoving that thought to the back of his mind as he tapped his cane to the floor, loud enough to make a noise. He pointed down to his leg, the exaggerated action comical in fashion.
His eyebrows raise and he makes eye contact with Wilson "My leg hurt," no, eye contact is a bad idea right now, he turns his head away, waving his hand off as he continued "and I…" he gets the idea just shut up now. His mouth scrunches up and shifts between either side of his face unable to hide his shame? No, no it's just the high "hmmm"
Wilson sighs, closing his eyes in frustration and lowering the cup back down as he swallows the vicodin dry. Out of the corner of his eye, House’s stare lingers at Wilsons crotch.
Awwh fuck this high has me feeling much too bold right now. House thought before blurting out: "You need some help?"
Wilson blinked at him. "What?" Blinking that way he does when he's shocked or confused by something House has done. Well if you're confused now…
"Ha! With that thing in your pants. Want me to help you out?"
"What?" This time Wilson's mouth hangs open after finishing the word. He follows House's gaze down only to realize what House is talking about.
"Gah!" Wilson immediately sits down and grabs a pillow. Poor attempting at staying modest considering House had already been staring but hey ho.
"Not funny House. You drugged me! So obviously I have no control ov-"
"I'm serious." He interupts without hesitation.
"B-but you're not gay. Y-"
"Not gay. But maybe a little Bi" House shrugs. Wilson starts shuffling in his seat, uncomfortable? Probably. But well also still pretty high. And I bet the vicodin is feeling pretty good about now too.
Wilson scoffs. "What? No you're not." He's shuffling his hands, nervous twitching from the high. “y-youre joking!”
House raises eyebrows, cocking his head to one side and shaking it dramatically as he speaks. "Wow Wilson I'm opening up to you and you…" He lets his words trail off as he sees Wilson floundering.
"Well I-I-I-I-" He's stuttering. His heart is accelerating again.
"I really thought you were more accepting of this sort of thing, you know."
"All these years. Y-you never told me?"
"You never asked."
"I- Well no but…"
"Ehhh it wasn't important. It isn't important." House shrugs. "Much less any of your business anyway."
Wilson fidgets in his seat, shuffling the pillow on his lap for no real reason.
"Besides you never hit on me so-"
"I didn't know," Wilson interrupts, unable to stop himself from sputtering out this thought.
"Oh," House smirks. "So you're saying you would've hit on me if you'd known."
"I- wait. I don't know. I mean, I'm straight. I think. So…"
"Wilson," the mocking tone leaves House's voice now. Even this hazy, Wilson knows he's dead serious.
Their eyes meet. House stares into those big brown eyes he's always known. Wilson looking back in House's misty blue, long enough to notice each little fleck of darker colour in them.
House leans in closer, slowly, giving Wilson plenty of opportunity to back out. But Wilson is lost in House's eyes. Mesmerized. Between the high and the tension and the heat he can finally feel at his crotch, he feels his body wants this. Wilson leans in too, and they both close their eyes as their lips meet.
Wilson's lips are just as soft as House imagined they would be.
It's slow and gentle. Wilson seems a little on edge, a little nervous, still. Maybe that's just the drugs but either way House wouldn't dare rush this, wouldn't risk spooking Wilson from his first time with a man, his first time with… him. No, House wants this to last. And he's going to keep this going as long as possible. Don't push him, don't rush him just… let him figure this out. With Wilson high or not, House wants this to be… something… something special? Oh fuck getting all soppy now.
Wilson's hand reaching up the back of House's neck drags him away from all his thoughts. Bringing him back to the moment as fingers run up through his hair. House groans a little at the sensation. And he can feel a smile tugging at the corner of Wilson's lips as their kiss deepens.
“Something amusing?” House asks as he pulls away.
Wilson shakes his head, with that big stupid grin on his face that House loves.
“Let's… let's just go upstairs,” Wilson almost whispers. “To… to bed.”
“To bed?” House repeats, tone tinged with slight curiosity.
“Yes. Bed.”
House follows Wilson up the stairs, dragged by Wilson's grip on his right hand. His heart is still racing from the high, and he's certain they won't be sleeping.