First Kisses (8/13) for asioleh "Commencement"

Oct 02, 2006 17:07

viii. Commencement

Prompt was: I'd like to see a kiss in their first meeting.
Given me by: asioleh

A/N: Actually this is a prequel to this drabble. Not that you have to read it to understand, just a matter of interest.

The lectures were boring. The lectures were always boring. It was the one thing you could count on.

Until Greg House, that is.

James was still reeling from House's opening sentence ("Put away your notebooks, stash your pens, and grab your asses, you're about to learn something useful today!"), when House singled him out.

"You there, in the front row?"

Wilson refused to be acknowledged, keeping his eyes front, and pretending he didn't know he was being called.

House was not so easily put off. "Floppy-haired kid. Yeah, you with the pocket protector."

"I don't..." Wilson began, despite himself.

"You will," House said cryptically, "You have that look about you. Come up here."

Wilson obeyed, but there was a rebellious tilt to his chin, as he rested his hands on his hips. "What do you want with me?"

House leaned in, his voice low and seductive, "Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you."

"You wish you could," Wilson said haughtily, but he allowed House to arrange him on the stage without protest.

His voice still too quiet for anyone but Wilson to hear, House rumbled, "You'd enjoy it too much."

Wilson shot back, "But we'll never know, now will we?"

House went back to his lecture, but his leer was enough to grab Wilson's attention. House pointed and poked and prodded on him throughout the lecture, but Wilson didn't hear a word, moving when he was told.

He wondered if this was always a part of the lecture, or if House had decided to use him as an example in order to give everyone a good look at his ass.

It didn't matter. He stayed put, only going back to his seat when House pushed him, and he somewhat came back to his senses.

Away from House's immediate sphere of influence, he was able to think again, and he questioned House on a number of topics throughout the lecture. Unlike the others, House didn't snap at his stupidity, and Wilson did his utmost to think a question through before asking it.

Finally, the lecture came to an end, and Wilson found himself unwilling to leave. He wanted to talk more to this guy, not just because he seemed interested, but because he seemed interesting.

As the other students filed out, Wilson hung around, taking his time picking up his belongings. He shrugged into his coat and gloves as slowly as possible. House was packing away papers into his backpack, but his eyes were following Wilson's every movement.

The last student having vacated the hall, Wilson stood at the end of the stage and asked, "You wouldn't happen to drink, would you?"

"Why?" House asked, "You buying?"

Wilson tilted his head, and shrugged, "Sure, why not. But you're buying dinner."

House grinned, hopping down off the stage. "Seems fair. But who's buying the hookers?"

"I don't think we'll need them," Wilson said sweetly, "Do you?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"On if you put out."

Wilson laughed, making a break for the door. Over his shoulder he called, "Well, everyone says I'm a slut, if that's any indication."

House took off after him, a smile breaking across his angular face, "Tease!"

Wilson beat him to the building's entrance, coming to a quick halt as the door swung outward to reveal snow-covered grounds. "I promise not to tease."

"So you are a slut."

"Absolutely."

House took Wilson's arm, sliding it through his with an affected gentlemanly air. "My kind of guy," he says, pulling Wilson out into the snow. There is a dusting of flakes on their hair and shoulders before they walk three feet.

Wilson points out a local hangout, one with food and alchohol, but House pauses them underneath a streetlight before going inside.

His breath is warm, and Wilson turns into the warmth without thought, House's lips on his, followed by an insistent tongue. Wilson leans into the kiss, into the touch, and while he is vaguely aware of being cold, House's arms are wrapped around him, and that's enough.

The rest of the night passes in a blur, but that first kiss, that is always clear, as clear as the day it happened.

Even though they both pretend it never happened, Wilson knows it's the same for House.

House never lets him close when it's snowing.
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