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Wilson normally does all the grocery shopping for both him and House so he was pleasantly surprised when House came home late one evening and set a grocery bag down on the counter. Though he can’t say he was too surprised to look inside and realize it only contained one thing, and it hadn’t been on their shopping list: gummi bears.
“You know I hate gummi bears. And the reason I know you know that is because I distinctly remember you mentioning you also hate gummi bears. So why did you bring these home?” Wilson said to House with his hands sternly planted on his hips.
He wasn’t really mad at House, he mostly just didn’t understand why he would waste money on such a thing.
“People change.” House replied matter-of-factly.
“People do, you don’t.”
“Fine, it’s because they’re special gummi bears!” House said, trying to make it sound more exciting than it seemed.
Wilson quirked his head to the side. Apparently Wilson hadn’t looked closely enough at the packaging, although the label on the bag was pretty apparent when he looked back.
“Are you trying to drug me again?”
Wilson still hadn’t gotten over the last time House did that. House smirked at him.
“Only if you want me to.”
“I don’t.”
“Ok, then I’ll have to talk you into doing it yourself.”
Wilson knew it wasn’t going to take much convincing. As much as he hated gummi bears, he was curious about the effects of cannabis since he had prescribed the medical usage of it to many of his patients.
“Don’t you want a taste of your own medicine, so to speak?” House asked, knowing exactly what was going through Wilson’s mind.
“Why did you buy this anyway?”
“My leg was acting up. Would you rather I had gone to hard drugs instead?” he said with his puppy dog eyes, feigning sincerity.
“No…” Wilson answered with real sincerity.
“Come on, I know you don’t want to be the only sober one at the party.”
“What party? We’re the only ones here. You didn’t invite people over, did you?”
Wilson worried he might end up in a similar situation to the one he found himself in after the bachelor party House threw for Chase, as well as his own bachelor parties.
“No, but the point still stands. We’re just a party of two.”
Wilson was relieved but still rolled his eyes. He knew House wasn’t going to give up so he might as well give in now.
“Ok, but only one or two… I’ve never done this before.”
Within an hour they were feeling the effects of the gummies. At some point during that time House had turned on the TV, which was now showing a nature documentary about anteaters. Wilson couldn’t think of anything funnier as the documentary repeatedly showed an anteater sticking out its long tongue. One of the anteaters had markings that vaguely resembled a low cut top, which House couldn’t help but point out.
“Look at the rack on that one, just like Cuddy.”
Wilson started snickering like a school child. He wasn’t quite sure if it was fully the effect of the cannabis or the fact that he was overtired from how late it was but either way he was laughing so hard tears were starting to form and House’s immature jokes were seeming funnier by the minute. House laughed with him but mostly was just fascinated watching Wilson’s face as it lit up. As Wilson was catching his breath, House went to the kitchen. He pulled a bottle of booze out of the cabinet and brought it back to the living room, forgetting to grab glasses to go with it. He sank back down into the couch next to Wilson, so close that their shoulders brushed together, and tried to hand him the bottle.
“No, no, no. I don’t need any more substances tonight, House.”
“Fine, more for me.” House said while opening the bottle and took a swig directly from it.
He knew Wilson would change his mind eventually but for now he was too tired to grab the glasses he had forgotten, so he wasn’t looking for an excuse to get up again. He drank some more and turned his attention back to the documentary, which was now showing sloths. Wilson seemed to find this just as funny in his current state, feeling not unlike a sloth himself. As time went on, he started to feel his mouth go dry. So as the sloth on the screen reached for the branch, so did Wilson reach for the bottle. House smirked at him as Wilson drank.
“What? What’s so funny?” Wilson said, high and slightly tipsy despite seeming to think everything was funny himself.
“You drank after me… it’s like you kissed me.” House replied, equally inebriated.
This, of course, was not the first time Wilson had drank after House, he did it all the time after House would steal his drink at lunch. But this time stuck out to House, probably because of the drugs, alcohol and the fact that they were sitting not even two inches apart.
“Do you wanna kiss me?” House teased Wilson, bumping his shoulder as he took another drink.
Wilson set the bottle back down as he felt the alcohol in the back of his throat.
“So what if I do?” he replied as the liquid courage got the better of him.
Wilson watched House’s face very carefully as his brain seemed to short circuit. But the cogs in House’s mind were still turning, just very slowly, as his eyes flickered back and forth between each of Wilson’s eyes while he tried to figure out if he was joking or flirting.
Wilson couldn’t tell how long that moment had been but he finally grew impatient and leaned in closer to House’s face and kissed him. House leaned into it and kissed him back with full force.
He could taste the bitter taste of alcohol on his lips and each touch felt like it was enhanced. House stuck his tongue into Wilson’s mouth but then Wilson started giggling again about anteaters' tongues.
As Wilson giggled, House moved to kissing his neck. He unbuttoned the top of Wilson’s shirt to kiss down to his collarbone and Wilson stopped giggling as he felt House’s stubble brush against him. The remaining shirt buttons proved to be too difficult for both their high and slightly drunk hands so House shoved the shirt over Wilson’s head instead.
Wilson kissed him on the mouth again and then moved into his lap, his legs on either side of House’s hips. He broke the kiss briefly to ask House a question.
“Does this hurt?” he asked while looking at House’s leg where part of his muscle was missing.
“No… must be all the weed.”
House knew the pain would be back later but now he was just focused on Wilson. He was half hard and rutted up into Wilson. Wilson moaned into their kiss. House wanted to hear that over and over again, he wanted to see Wilson’s face while he moaned. He rutted up again watching Wilson’s eyes screw shut, opening his mouth as he let out another moan.
Wilson pushed House down on the couch so his head rested on a throw pillow leaning against the armrest. House held onto Wilson’s hips as he started to grind down on House. He could feel the outline of his hard dick through his pants. House matched his pace and pulled Wilson in for another kiss. His hand placed gently on the back of Wilson’s neck, rubbing his index finger where the roots of his hair ended. His other hand touched Wilson’s bare skin, still holding his hip.
“I’m so close…” Wilson panted.
Wilson’s hands were placed firmly on House’s chest, brushing against his nipples through his shirt. House noticed how quickly he was breathing, he watched Wilson’s face contort as Wilson felt his own release in his pants. He moaned loudly.
“Did you just…” House asked, trailing off before he could finish the question.
“Yeah… it’s been awhile since I’ve… you know.”
“I didn’t even touch your dick yet.”
House smiled. They both started giggling.
“I love you.” Wilson confessed as he bucked one last time into House’s lap.
House groaned, that’s all it took for him to finish too. Wilson laid his head down on House’s chest. They laid like that together until one of them sobered up enough to realize they should get cleaned up.