Small Sacrifices: Diversion (A Few Minutes Later)
author: cuddyclothes
genre: angst, fluff
rating: PG
A/N Needed to write this instead of ranting.
"Good for you. " Wilson smiled sadly, and left.
There was a moment of silence. House thought to himself, I just threw out my best friend for a woman who's made me miserable ever since we hooked up? What is wrong with me?
"What is wrong with you, House?" yelled Wilson, storming back into the apartment. He glared at House. "I don't believe you! I put up with your shit for years, you come crying to me every time you get a boo-boo," Wilson threw up his hands. "Then, I come to you with a real moment of heartbreak--"
"Oh come on, Wilson, the worst you could call it is heartbent."
"Semantics!" Wilson dropped onto House's couch and folded his arms. "The fact is, I needed you tonight, and you told me to get lost! For Cuddy, for God's sake! You don't get pussy for a week and you cave? Again? How about calling her and, oh, I don't know, saying you have a friend in crisis, could she perhaps come an hour later?? Get me a beer, Mr. Castrati."
"God, first Cuddy, now you. Wilson, you're being as much of a diva as she is." House handed him a beer. "Maybe I should to lie to you. Make you go away for a week."
"Please. If I had a dollar for every time you lied to me, I'd have all of the money you owe me. Jesus, House. I loved Sam."
House grinned. "You're already talking about her in the past tense, Wilson. Now I can tell you she looked like a manatee." He lifted his beer. "To love. It sucks. "
"It sucks." Wilson lifted his beer in answer. "You wouldn't leave me over a stupid argument about nothing."
"And you wouldn't withhold sex if I lied to you and didn't apologize."
Wilson sighed. "If I did, we'd never have sex." He looked up at House. "Come on, be a friend. Tell her to come over later."
"Why?" There was suspicion in House's tone, but he smiled.
"You have a heartbroken friend who needs consoling. A shoulder to cry on. Someone to lean on. Someone to undress. Someone to...well..." He paused. "Said friend wouldn't withhold sex. In fact, said friend needs to have his heartbreak diverted by sex." Wilson reached out and hooked a finger into House's waistband. He gave House a seductive smile. "My heart is broken, after all."
House slowly slid down onto the couch next to Wilson and put his arm around his friend's shoulders. "Yeah, I can feel it," he said, unbuttoning one button of Wilson's shirt to slide his hand in over Wilson's chest. Wilson shivered with pleasure. "Nice big heart you've got there."
"It's not the only thing that's big," Wilson said, reaching over and gently rubbing the crotch of House's tuxedo pants. "You looked so hot tonight, you know that, don't you?"
"Ooooh, yeah... gimme a minute." House grabbed his cell phone with his free hand and punched a button with his thumb.
"Hi," he said tenderly. "I'm really sorry, but something's come--up--and I need to make it ten o' clock, okay?" House listened. "Oh, well, if that's too late, maybe we should wait until tomorrow."
Wilson slowly kissed down House's neck. House pulled away, giving Wilson a warning glance. "I know, but it's not a good time. Oops! My pager! I think Masters hit puberty! Gotta go! See you in the morning!"
The cell phone dropped from his hand. "Who's being diverted now?" House's head lolled back against the couch. He winced as Wilson continued to rub his groin. "Jesus, Wilson, if I'd stayed on the phone, I'd start making squealing noises. Which might tip her off."
Wilson smiled. "Who cares?"
House pulled Wilson's face toward his gently and kissed him. "She'll never know. It's just a little white lie."
genre: angst, fluff
rating: PG
A/N Needed to write this instead of ranting.
"Good for you. " Wilson smiled sadly, and left.
There was a moment of silence. House thought to himself, I just threw out my best friend for a woman who's made me miserable ever since we hooked up? What is wrong with me?
"What is wrong with you, House?" yelled Wilson, storming back into the apartment. He glared at House. "I don't believe you! I put up with your shit for years, you come crying to me every time you get a boo-boo," Wilson threw up his hands. "Then, I come to you with a real moment of heartbreak--"
"Oh come on, Wilson, the worst you could call it is heartbent."
"Semantics!" Wilson dropped onto House's couch and folded his arms. "The fact is, I needed you tonight, and you told me to get lost! For Cuddy, for God's sake! You don't get pussy for a week and you cave? Again? How about calling her and, oh, I don't know, saying you have a friend in crisis, could she perhaps come an hour later?? Get me a beer, Mr. Castrati."
"God, first Cuddy, now you. Wilson, you're being as much of a diva as she is." House handed him a beer. "Maybe I should to lie to you. Make you go away for a week."
"Please. If I had a dollar for every time you lied to me, I'd have all of the money you owe me. Jesus, House. I loved Sam."
House grinned. "You're already talking about her in the past tense, Wilson. Now I can tell you she looked like a manatee." He lifted his beer. "To love. It sucks. "
"It sucks." Wilson lifted his beer in answer. "You wouldn't leave me over a stupid argument about nothing."
"And you wouldn't withhold sex if I lied to you and didn't apologize."
Wilson sighed. "If I did, we'd never have sex." He looked up at House. "Come on, be a friend. Tell her to come over later."
"Why?" There was suspicion in House's tone, but he smiled.
"You have a heartbroken friend who needs consoling. A shoulder to cry on. Someone to lean on. Someone to undress. Someone to...well..." He paused. "Said friend wouldn't withhold sex. In fact, said friend needs to have his heartbreak diverted by sex." Wilson reached out and hooked a finger into House's waistband. He gave House a seductive smile. "My heart is broken, after all."
House slowly slid down onto the couch next to Wilson and put his arm around his friend's shoulders. "Yeah, I can feel it," he said, unbuttoning one button of Wilson's shirt to slide his hand in over Wilson's chest. Wilson shivered with pleasure. "Nice big heart you've got there."
"It's not the only thing that's big," Wilson said, reaching over and gently rubbing the crotch of House's tuxedo pants. "You looked so hot tonight, you know that, don't you?"
"Ooooh, yeah... gimme a minute." House grabbed his cell phone with his free hand and punched a button with his thumb.
"Hi," he said tenderly. "I'm really sorry, but something's come--up--and I need to make it ten o' clock, okay?" House listened. "Oh, well, if that's too late, maybe we should wait until tomorrow."
Wilson slowly kissed down House's neck. House pulled away, giving Wilson a warning glance. "I know, but it's not a good time. Oops! My pager! I think Masters hit puberty! Gotta go! See you in the morning!"
The cell phone dropped from his hand. "Who's being diverted now?" House's head lolled back against the couch. He winced as Wilson continued to rub his groin. "Jesus, Wilson, if I'd stayed on the phone, I'd start making squealing noises. Which might tip her off."
Wilson smiled. "Who cares?"
House pulled Wilson's face toward his gently and kissed him. "She'll never know. It's just a little white lie."