Maybe, For You (Two)
Series: House, M.D.
Title: "Maybe, For You." (2/2)
Rating: T (Strong Language)
Pairing: House/Wilson
Summary: Suddenly he missed drugs and alcohol very much. Everything was much easier when he didn't give a f*ck.
Warnings: None.
LJ said my post was too long, so I had to split it in two parts.
( One, Two)
It took three days, seven hours, and sixteen minutes before House could come back to the loft and sleep comfortably in his own bed, carefully avoiding Wilson when he could.
It was another five days, four hours, and eleven minutes before he stopped avoiding Wilson completely, even regularly going to him for a consult or the like.
And it took another week before Wilson finally became more comfortable around him again, seemingly forgetting(something House thanked his non-existent gods for) whether purposely or not, all that had transpired between them a while ago.
Or so he thought.
Wilson had paged House to his office, who came rather quickly, because Wilson never paged him and he was kind of worried, not that he'd admit it to anyone, of course.
“Wilson.” He had said, walking through the open door, only there was no one in sight. Suddenly, there was a click and he turned to look behind him only to find Wilson standing there, his hand on the doorknob. He had closed it, and was now proceeding to lock it. House stared on at him, his eyes questioning. “Be quick, I've got a patient bleeding outta their ass.” He paused for dramatic effect, “Literally.”
“I've been thinking.”
“Should you be doing that? It's hazardous to your health.” House replied, not missing a beat.
However, Wilson ignored him and strode closer to his friend, now a mere few inches apart. House felt his stomach tighten as he watched him.
“Should I ask - “ House assumed the end of his sentence was going to be somewhere along the lines of asking Wilson whether or not he should ask what he was thinking about, but he didn't get a chance.
His lips were currently sealed. With a kiss.
And as much as he wishes he could(just to study the mechanics of it), he wasn't kissing himself.
Cool, slightly chapped lips where moving against his own and so he didn't move, but he didn't exactly reciprocate either, his eyes closing.
Seven seconds later, it had ended as quickly as it started, Wilson slowly pulling away from his mouth, their lips sticking together momentarily as they parted and House's eyes slowly opened again.
Wilson watched him, “Well, that wasn't so bad.”
House was silent, his lips firmly pressed into a thin line. “You're not gay.”
“I'm not.”
“You're holding your need to vomit back pretty well.”
“I am an oncologist, comes with the job.”
“And straight.”
“As an arrow.”
House pursed his lips as he watched Wilson sigh heavily, he had no idea what else to say; admittedly he was a little put out by that.
“Your reaction was almost disappointing.”
“You know me, just a little ol' ball of sunshine.” He deadpanned, eying Wilson warily. “Why'd you call me?”
“I wanted to talk.”
“There's nothing to talk about; everything's in the past.”
“We just kissed, that's something to talk about.”
“You kissed me. As far as I'm concerned, you molested my lips.”
Wilson sputtered, “Wha-- House, I don't understand you.”
“Understand me? I don't go around randomly trapping cripples in offices and then try to have my way with them. There are therapists for that.” He turned and made his way over to Wilson's desk, sparing him a quick glance over his shoulder, “At least there would be, if this were a common occurrence.”
“House, seriously - ” The older doctor swiped at the top of the desk, knocking half the contents to the floor and Wilson cringed, as he watched House sit upon it, “Let's talk about this.”
“My leg.” He said matter-of-factly, as if Wilson didn't know, “It's hard for me to stand now-a-days. Or now-a-years. Take your pick.” Wilson nodded absentmindedly as he moved to stand closer to House, who suddenly reached out with his cane, and poked him in the chest, “Nuh-uh, you stay at canes length.”
“Fair enough.” He rubbed the back of his neck, sighing before finally looking up at his friend, “Okay look, I freaked out a little bit, when you said... what you said. I couldn't believe after all this time, you've been, seeing me like that. Exactly how long have you...” He trailed off, House hung his head slightly and avoided eye contact, “A long time, huh? After Amber?”
Blue eyes shot up, staring him down, “Before that.”
“Alright, yeah. Wow.” Wilson was a little put off, if what House was saying was true, it had been literally years. He didn't know how to react to that. House either had amazing willpower, or - “How come you never said anything then?”
The expression House gave Wilson made him feel like the stupidest man alive, “All your wives, your girlfriends, you think even if I wanted to say anything, I could? Besides, even with all your 'gay' tendencies, you're not exactly strictly dickly.”
“We could've worked something out.”
“Worked something - !? Are you out of your mind!? What exactly could we have worked out?”
Wilson fumbled, he didn't know why he said it, he just did, “You still should've said something.”
“And ruin the only good thing I had going for me?!” House cried, “I did, and look where it got me! You avoided me for weeks, we're already pretty shaky as is! Like hell I would've said something if it weren't for my fuck up!”
Silence then; it hung in the air, thick with tension, House's voice still ringing in his ears. And yet Wilson had so many questions, he wanted to understand this, he really and truly did.
“The prostitutes... Have they always been male?” He asked, cutting the silence.
House scratched at his beard, “Only when you're gone.”
“So, explain to me the prostitutes.” He prodded and House huffed, remaining silent, “Look, you owe me this. I deserve some type of explanation after what you did.”
House sighed as he placed his head in his hand, rubbing his forehead warily, “I... found some that looked like you, and we had sex.”
“That's not what I want to hear.”
“They fucked my brains out?”
“House.”
“Well what do you want me to say?!”
“The truth!”
“I am telling you the truth! I found some that looked like you, brought them home and they fucked me good.” Wilson flinched as House poked him in the chest with his cane again, “I came damn hard, every time. And when I came, “ He poked him again, rougher, “It was your name outta my mouth.”
“Uh... I see.”
“Is that what you wanted to hear?” House hopped down from the desk, moving toward Wilson.
“Well - “
“I can go into explicit detail if you like.”
“I don't think - “
“It was pretty hot actually. The way they pinned me to the bed, fucked me rough and hard, and called my name as I called yours.”
“Look - “
“But they're just hookers, you know? They fuck me, and they leave. They're six-hundred dollars richer, and I'm just as alone as I was the night before. For an extra fifty, I can make them say, 'I'll see you at work later, House'. And then I see you the next day, and for a moment I can pretend.”
Wilson frowned, suddenly realizing his friend's emotions went a lot deeper than sex, “I think I under - “
“You don't understand anything.” Wilson retreated almost involuntarily as House invaded his personal space until his back hit the door with an audible thud. “You really have no idea.”
“Please, House - “
“Pining after you,” House scoffed at his choice of word, “Like some damn lovesick school girl.”
“Hey look - “
“Did the DBS for you just because you fucking asked!” He spat, obvious disdain in his voice for revealing what he would assume to be shameful for someone of his character. “I was gotdamn putty in your hands.”
Wilson stayed silent, for he had no retort, and just stared back into the ice blue eyes that stared him down.
Suddenly, lips were on his again, except this time House had initiated it, his body pressing tightly against his, pushing him harder into the door. He didn't know what to do, trapped underneath the other man, who pulled his shirt from his pants. Seconds later he felt warm hands wrapped around his waist against his flesh, as House then began to kiss under his chin, forcing him to tilt his head back as much as he could against the door.
He closed his eyes, it wasn't too bad, having House on him like this, a bit weird being another man, but not bad. Maybe because it was House. The thought of doing this with a random guy, while not bothersome, wasn't very appealing. Still, his body didn't know how to respond to the onslaught and so he just stood there, hands at his sides as House continued to touch and kiss him.
And then, it stopped.
He opened his eyes slowly, to see House still there, their bodies pressed together. His forehead pressed against the wall to the right of Wilson's head.
“House...?”
“Don't do this.”
“Don't do what?”
Wilson jumped when a loud bang sounded in his ear from his left as House slammed his hand onto the door. “This!”
“I didn't mean - “
“We could've left this alone.”
“House - “
“We were fine!” He yelled, pushing himself away from Wilson, “Until you ruined everything!”
“Hey that's not - “
“Until I ruined everything.”
Wilson sighed, as he ran his hands through his hair, “Look, you didn't ruin anything. I just... wanted to understand what was going on.”
“There was nothing to understand, Wilson. Sometimes, it just is what it is.”
Wilson was exasperated to hear such words come from his friend. “It is never like that with you. You push; you prod; you pull, until you get the answer you want. And sometimes, you don't stop even then.” House rolled his eyes, and he ignored him, “So excuse me for wanting to know more, and wanting to understand where you were coming from for once.”
“And sometimes, you shouldn't push forward. Some of you mortals just can't handle the truth of what is.”
“Oh, and like you can?”
“Better than you.”
“That's not fair. You can sit here and poke holes in people until they leak with information you want, and when a friend - who is trying to understand you - does it, it's suddenly wrong?”
“I'm totally the exception to the rule!” House rolled his eyes, exasperated, “Because when I poke holes - “ Suddenly his gaze fixed intently at the door behind Wilson, his mouth parted slightly as he stopped mid-sentence, lost in thought.
Wilson rolled his eyes in turn and unlocked the door. As he opened it, he turned to House, “I know. Just go.” Without another word, House sped past him, and Wilson shouted to his back as he watched the older man make his way toward the elevator “We're going to finish this!”
“Already finished!” House yelled back, stepping into the elevator and slamming the tip of his cane into one of the floor buttons.
* * *
Wilson pulled up to the loft, parking in the driveway, as he turned off the lights he sighed a bit; slightly angry at House.
Wilson had waited around a bit longer at the hospital after he was already supposed to go home. While in House's office, Taub stopped by to pick up his coat, who then told him that after checking in on his patient and subsequently curing them, House had skipped out and went home.
Wilson rolled his eyes, of course he would, why was he surprised?
When he made his way into his home, he noticed it was dark, all the lights were off, as if trying to make it seem like no one was home. Shaking his head, he knocked on House's door when he came to it. “I know you're here, House.”
A muffled voice came from behind the door, “Maybe. Or I'm a ghost. I'd run if I were you.”
Wilson smirked as he opened the door, he reached for the light switch on the wall, fumbling in the pitch darkness for it. Finally, he found it, flicking it on, only to find House lying in bed on his back, legs crossed at the ankle, and his hands behind his head. “Hey.”
House grunted in acknowledgment.
Standing beside House's bed, he sighed heavily, “We really should talk.”
“We are talking.”
“House, you know what I mean.”
“Well, now I'm just confused. I could've sworn this is what people called talking.”
“House.”
“There's nothing more to say.”
“Well, what do you want me to do?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on, House.” Wilson paused for a second. “Look at me. I mean it.”
House continued to speak at the ceiling. “I mean it. What can you do? What do you want to do?”
“I want to make it right.”
“Make what right? You're not in the wrong here.”
“Neither are you.”
“And yet, here we are.” House turned his head slightly, to look him in the eye as he spoke, causing Wilson to shuffle lightly under his gaze. “There's nothing for us to do. We just go on.”
“Like nothing ever happened.”
“He can be taught!” House exclaimed, thrusting his pointer finger in the air.
“House.”
“It's simple. Just ignore the part where I bared my soul to you.”
“I can't do that.”
“I can.”
“Going to go back to your hookers, then?”
House grit his teeth, “Well, since you're not exactly putting out...”
“You never asked.”
“You're not gay.” He quickly retorted.
“You keep saying that. What does that have to do with anything?”
House's eyes narrowed as he glared at his friend, “That has everything to do with it!”
“We could try something,” House was sitting now, staring at him with bewildered horror, like he had grown a second head, “You know. Like a trial or something.”
“What the fuck are you on?”
“I'm not on - “
“Get me some. Maybe I can pretend I have full use of my leg while you pretend to like the cock.”
Wilson rolled his eyes yet again, walking over to him until he stood before him. “House.”
“Why do you keep pushing this?”
Wilson said nothing as he stared down at House, his ice blue eyes staring back up at him in wonder. He looked so tired, and so angry. He leaned down slowly, his eyes open as he watched the older man, watch him; his eyes closing as he pressed his lips to House's.
When it was over, House was the first to speak. “You can't want this.”
“I realized something.”
“That you've gone fucking insane?”
Wilson ignored him. “You have a relationship with me.”
“What?”
“And sex when you wanted it, with those hookers.” Wilson smiled sheepishly, his hand suddenly at the back of his neck, his nervous habit kicking in. “Look, I don't want you to see the hookers any more.”
“What?”
“Because you can't see them if we're dating.”
House cocked his head slightly as he started at Wilson, his voice monotone when he spoke, “You have got to be shitting me.”
“No,” Wilson nodded slowly, as he licked his lips, “No, I don't think I am.”
“What the - “
“Just listen!” Wilson hissed and House glared at him, “Listen, I - you're my best friend.”
“And that's all.”
“Shut up and listen for once in your gotdamned life.” He ground out, exasperated already. House nodded, pursing his lips. When he realized the older man was going to finally listen, he continued, “We've been friends for a long, long time. You're the only relationship I've ever kept.” He gave House a pointed look when he saw the other open his mouth, “That is not to say I'm doing this because of that.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, “I'm saying this because, apparently, I make you happy, right?”
House nodded curtly.
“Yeah, exactly. I want to keep doing that. Making you happy that is. So... I'm willing to give this - us - a try.”
Silence hung over them for a few moments at House stared at him, expression unchanged as Wilson looked anywhere but him. Finally Wilson chanced at look at him, and sighed, “...Say something?”
House's expression changed to that of mock surprise, “Oh, I can speak now?”
“House.” Wilson sighed heavily and closed his eyes, his head drooping back, clearly agitated, “Come on.”
“What do you want me to say?”
“What do you think?”
“You're fucking stupid.”
“Christ, House, I try to do something nice - “
“That's my point, you're not doing this for me. You're doing it to be nice. I don't want your pity fucks. Even if they'd be hot.”
“They wouldn't be pity fucks, but they would be hot.”
“I'm not going to accept this because you want to be nice.”
“I didn't really mean it like that. I just meant that I would not be be totally adverse to... spending time with you, romantically.”
“That makes much more sense, Commander Spock.”
Wilson's brows furrowed, “What...?”
“Don't worry about it.”
“Right. Anyway, maybe I'm a little curious.”
“Curious enough to go gay for your old and crippled best friend.”
“Well, you're still pretty hot for a guy. We can just say it was your charming good looks and... overbearing personality that swayed me.”
“Don't flatter me so much, it'll go to my head.”
“Which one?”
House smirked, “Nice.”
“I try.” He smiled as he moved closer, “So...?”
House stared up at him, “Do what you want.”
“And...?”
“And, I guess I could go along with it.”
“I won't hurt you, House.”
“Until you decide you're not gay.”
Wilson bit his lip for a moment, it was a truth he wasn't willing to look at just yet. “Yeah, maybe. But, why not try? It won't kill you.”
House didn't have the heart to tell him it just might. “Yeah.”
Wilson leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his friends forehead, who closed his eyes, “I'll try my best to make you happy.”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” He said, a touch of humour in his voice.
“Yep.” House nodded, quickly glancing up at Wilson, only to avert his gaze seconds later. “Can I go back to bed now?”
Wilson blinked, “Huh? Yeah. Sure. Sorry.”
“I'm just tired.”
“Yeah, I know.” Wilson walked backwards a bit, “I guess... I'll see you at work tomorrow, House.”
House looked up just as Wilson made his way out the door, shutting it softly behind him. He let out a breath and let himself fall onto his bed.
What the fuck was he doing? Wilson was going to have his fling and decide he wasn't what he wanted later and then sleep with a dozen floozy's just to prove his masculinity. He knew this.
Suddenly, his door opened once more and he looked over to see a sheepish looking Wilson standing there, “I, uh... Sorry, it's just that - ” He shrugged, cutting himself off as he made his way over to House, leaning down and quickly pressing a soft, hurried kiss to his lips. “Goodnight, House.”
When Wilson pulled away, House opened his eyes as the other man gave him a lopsided grin, and quickly trotted out of his room. He huffed a bit, speaking lowly to his now empty room. “G'night.”
He closed his eyes again. Hopefully, the old saying would prove true.
It'd be fun while it lasted.
A/N: I always wanted to write a fic where one of the characters would go(attempt) gay for the other, just out of want to really make that person happy. I don't believe a person can just simply turn gay, that's not what I'm implying. I'm talking about someone caring for someone so deeply, that they could look past gender to try and make that person genuinely happy. Besides, this is fanfiction, it's just a collection of what-if questions we propose to others everyday.
In any case, I want to add more to this. I don't know why I ended it that way, I couldn't think of more. I might add another chapter. Dunno. Seemed like a good place to end it at the time. However, I want to write a companion piece to this where Wilson is gay and House is not. I'm looking forward to that, because I think House would probably be a little more willing about it. Can't wait. Anyway, if you took the time to read my rambling, thank you.