Fic : The First Time It Happened
This is a short thing I wrote for a magazine. But they refused it, because it is not spicy enough. Whatever.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Fox's. David Shore's. But not mine.
The first time it happened, it came as a complete surprise.
Stacy had finally moved out a couple weeks before and Wilson was having lack of communication issues with his second wife. House, being the good friend he was, had not wanted to hear one more whine from Wilson and had dragged him to a bar where he had proceeded to get his friend drunk out of his mind in the hope of shutting him up - not that it had worked. Both way past tipsy, they had stumbled to a strip club where they had been very entertained while they worked diligently on killing their livers. At 3 am, and completely smashed, Wilson could not have gone home and so they had both gone back to House’s place. In the apartment, both drunk and horny, they had stumbled on each step until they had stumbled onto each other on the bed and stayed there.
The next morning, House had woken up in his bed, with a splitting headache, no clothes and a puddle of drool on his chest where Wilson’s head laid. In the shower, House had wondered if he ought to make a big deal out of what had happened, wondered until he came out and found Wilson at his kitchen table, drinking a cup of fresh coffee and looking slightly less miserable than he had the night before.
They had not talked about it again but when Wilson’s wife finally figured out he was cheating on her and kicked him out, Wilson had come directly to House’s apartment. He’d slept there for a couple weeks before finding himself a new place, and not once on the couch.
They’d slept together on and off in the following months, not often enough to consider what they were doing as any sort of relationship. So House had not been upset when Wilson had met Julie and promptly turned her into Wife No 3. He just waited until Wilson realised that what they had, though very different from his relationship with his wife, was just as necessary.
And when House went on that date with Cameron, though she was extremely pretty and though her led rubbing against his under the table was very soft, all he could think about was Wilson hot mouth on his and hid hands scratching at his back as they fucked on the couch just an hour before.
They were not gay and they were not in love. They were just best friends who found understanding and acceptance in each other that they had not found in anybody else. And though their peculiar kind of non-relationship made Chase frown and Cuddy sigh with longing, they could not be bothered to change it. Through all the wives and the hookers, through all the bottles of pills and unwashed dishes, through all these years that had gone by, their friendship had survived. And so they must have been doing something right, thank you very much.
So now when House wakes up tangled in his best friend, he takes a shower, just like that first morning. But he doesn’t wonder about them anymore. He knows things are as they should be.