Fic: Stuck In A Moment (Part 1)

[chrliii]

This is my first and longest fanfiction. I wrote it some time ago and it is completely un-betaed so please excuse any mistakes.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm not making money. I'm just having fun. I'll give them back, promise.


When the lights went out, House looked up from his magazine. Everything was completely still around him. He looked at his watch. One minute after midnight. He might as well go back home and watch old episodes of The OC. House gathered his things and put his jacket on. He limped quickly through the empty corridors only lit by the red EXIT sign at the end of the corridor. Normally he would’ve enjoyed the quiet but now it was a bit unnerving.

He passed before the closed Clinic. House had never thought he’d miss the whiny little brats and their over-worried mothers. He walked as fast as he could with his cane to the front door. He pushed it open.

Or at least he tried. Nothing. He pushed again, as hard as he could. The door wouldn’t bulge. He tried pulling at it but it wouldn’t open. The damn building had been locked down for the night and he was stuck in it until 8 o’clock in the morning. He leaned his forehead against the cool surface of the window-pane and squinted at it. He could see the parking lot outside, deserted except for his corvette. And another car. Wilson’s car. The man must’ve stayed late, fretting over some dying little cancer kid, and lost track of time.

“It’s locked. As are all the other exits.”

House jumped at the sound of a voice behind him and whirled around to face its owner.

Wilson smirked a little when he saw House’s reaction. “Oh sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

House glared at his friend and walked past him, not responding to Wilson’s taunts. He heard the oncologist catching up with him and they walked side by side in the dark corridor, their arms brushing against each other from time to time.

“Where are we going?” Wilson asked after a lengthy pause.

“Want to check the emergency exits,” House answered briskly.

“I already did. They’re all locked for the night,” the oncologist answered calmly.

“How about the phone? Let’s just call Cuddy or the police and they can let us out…”

Wilson interrupted his hopeful musings. “I already verified everything, House. Electricity is out for all of the building and the phone’s line’s been cut. We’re stuck for the night,” he finished, talking as if he was explaining to a little child why he couldn’t have another candy before dinner.

House came to an abrupt stop. He reached for his Vicodin in his pocket and dry-swallowed a couple of pills. He put the bottle back in his pocket and started walking again. Wilson, who had witnessed the whole scene silently, sighed and went after him.

“So…what’s the plan? We’re actually living a lot of people’s dream! Stuck in a huge building for a night, all this space for us, we can do anything we’ve ever wanted!” Wilson said excitedly.

House stopped and turned suddenly towards the other man. “What, are you 10 years-old? Well, you can run down the hallways and jump on the beds all you want, I’m going to get pissed in my office and watch Internet porn.” And House left without another word, leaving an amused Wilson behind.

“House…computers don’t work!” he reminded to the retreating back of his friend.

“Dammit,” Wilson heard him say before he turned the corner and disappeared out of sight.

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House squinted at the magazine he held in his hands. With the light coming from the window, he could barely decipher the words. Not that there were lots of text in this kind of magazine, but still. He looked at his watch and sighed. Twenty-three minutes past midnight. He allowed himself a moment to be amazed at how “time goes by so slowly” when you’re bored. Then he sighed again. He knew there was no point trying to sleep it away; there was no chance of getting any rest on that stupid too hard excuse for a couch that was only there, he was sure, to bother him and stand in his way. He sighed one last time, stomped on his last piece of pride, grabbed the barely started bottle of scotch and headed for his friend’s (if you could call him a friend, he snorted to himself) office.

If Wilson was surprised to see house limp into his office, his habitually free hand now carrying a bottle of golden liquid and looking even more sour than usual, he didn’t show it. In fact, he seemed quite pleased with himself.

“Wipe that satisfied you-just-did-what-I-thought-you-were-gonna-do smile of your face. I couldn’t leave you alone all night, you probably would’ve managed to work yourself to death”, House said with a disgusted look at the mention of work as he plopped himself on the couch beside Wilson’s desk.

Wilson quickly put away the file he’d been working on and went to sit beside his friend on the uncomfortable couch. They sat in silence for a minute, both wondering what they were supposed to do now.

“So,” Wilson said, breaking the awkward pause, “want to sneak into Cuddy’s office and see what she’s hiding in her bottom drawer?” he suggested.

House looked at him sideways. “Do you really think I have no respect for others’ privacy and even less for Cuddy’s?” he asked, trying to sound hurt.

Wilson just looked at him.

“Sure, why not!” and they both headed for the door.

See you all soon!

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“ Wanna eat something ?” Wilson asked as they walked in the cafeteria.

The last hour or so had been spent making a mess of Cuddy’s office and looking for personal and embarrassing stuff. By that point, both men were a bit tipsy and the bottle not so full anymore. Finding nothing more interesting than a receipt for a dog collar (while they both knew she had no dog), they had settled for a walk in the empty corridors and ended up in the cafeteria.

“If you are cooking.” House replied.

Wilson rolled his eyes and laughed. “Of course! Why don’t you break some chairs and start a fire while I hunt the beast.”

“And with a bit of luck, the dying best will manage to destroy that horrendous tie you’re wearing. Honestly, what colour is that supposed to be?”

Wilson rolled his eyes and undid the offending garment. With a move worthy of a professional stripper, he took off his tie and threw it away, leaving his collar undone and exposing a few inches of pale, creamy white skin. Wilson smiled innocently at House’s poorly concealed bewildered look. “Happy now?”

House turned away and walked behind the counter and started going through the refrigerator to find something edible. “Yeah, the sight of your scrawny hairless chest just gave a purpose to my whole life. Is there something here that has not been bought for obese on diet?”

Wilson joined him behind the counter and looked at the food he was holding. A lettuce only salad and a fat-free, sugar-free taste-free yogurt.

“Well, at least, your spare tyre won’t get any bigger tonight.” Wilson chuckled.

House just threw him a dirty look and glanced again with a disgusted look at the what-was-supposed-to-be-called-food-but-tasted-more-like-paper in his hands. “I’m not even hungry.”

“Well, I am. We can’t all live on alcohol and highly addictive medicine, you know. Some of us have to ingest nutrients from time to time to function. Give me that.” Wilson took the food from House’s hands and went to sit at a table nearby.

Their midnight lunch was a silent affair; Wilson eagerly gobbling up the few lettuce leaves that composed his salad and House outright staring at him.

“What?” Wilson asked after a few minutes of that game.

“Don’t mind me. I just find primates’ eating habits so fascinating!” he said, totally serious. “Almost as much as their mating habits.” House mock-wicked at his friend.

Wilson just rolled his eyes and opened his yogurt. House was about to bring to his attention that he had no spoon to eat when he saw Wilson dip his index in the yogurt and then bring the white substance covered finger to his mouth to lick it clean. House’s mouth went completely dry as he watched his friend’s passion for his yogurt. If Wilson noticed how House’s eyes were almost bobbin out of his head and how attractive he was with his mouth hanging wide open, he didn’t acknowledge it. A few visible efforts to gather his wits to himself later, House scoffed and turned his eyes away from the man before him. He told himself it was better if he didn’t watch that pink tongue reaching for the last trace of white at the corner of his mouth, or he would’ve had to jump across the table to ravish those luscious lips and he wasn’t sure his leg would’ve appreciated it much.

A few moments passed with House staring at the floor and desperately trying to clock the wet sounds coming from across him, and Wilson completely oblivious to the inner fight his friend was currently going through.

Then the cup was empty and House would’ve thanked God for small favours if he wasn’t completely agnostic. Wilson got up to throw his garbage in the bin. House shook his head, trying to put back some order in his thoughts. Was it just him or was Wilson deliberately swinging his hips as he walked? He must be hallucinating. Maybe that was the side effect of his abusive use of Vicodin...because Wilson wasn’t gay, was he? Of course not, he’d had more than half of the hospital’s female staff under him. And he was currently in his third marriage. And as far as House knew, the bride had always been...well, a bride. But then, maybe he was getting bored of women and wanted to try something else. Well, House wasn’t going to be his subject of experimentation. No way he was going to have hot, messy, wild sex with his really cute best-and-only friend. No way he was kissing that painfully sweet looking mouth and then leaving a trail of bite marks down that pale throat. And no way he was getting hard right now just by thinking those things.

House silently cursed. He’d come to term with his bicuriosity a long time ago when he’d first realised he wanted to do his best friend. But he’d thought he was over that stupid crush, what with all that stuff with Stacy, and then Cameron, and then Stacy again. Apparently, he’d been wrong. Ouch, that hurt.

House realised that during his internal debate with himself, Wilson had asked him a question and was now staring at him with open curiosity.

“Sorry, got dazzled by your incredible smile,» he said sarcastically though it was not that far from the truth. “What did you say?”

Wilson gave him a vaguely amused look. “I said, why don’t we go get a bit of fresh air on the roof?”

“Yeah, good idea. That way, I can jump from the roof and kill myself if I can’t stand your saccharine manners anymore.”

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They were seated against the parapet, looking into the dark sky.

“You know, it’s such a shame we can’t see the stars, what with all the city lights.” Wilson sighed dreamily.

“Oh please, don’t tell me you’re like that?” House exclaimed.

“Like what?” Wilson turned his head to stare at his friend’s profile. The bottle between them was almost empty. He watched as his breath formed little white clouds when he exhaled. It was freezing out there. Luckily, the alcohol had kept them warm enough so far. It had also made them quite a bit drowsy.

House continued as if he hadn’t heard his friend’s interruption. Or maybe he truly hadn’t. Hard to tell, with House, if he was being intentionally mean or just didn’t give a crap about the others. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised...after all, it does explain your success with the women...I guess it’s kind of enticing, if you’re into that king of thing...”

Wilson grabbed him by the chin and turned his face toward his. That put an end to his drunk rambling. “What kind of thin?”

They stared into each others eyes for a long moment and Wilson wondered if he had ever really voiced that question or only thought it, when House smiled a smile that looked more like a pain grimace. “Romantism. You’re such a fucking romantic, Jimmy! That whole evening...”he snorted. “And a conversation by starlight to end everything perfectly. Except there’s no moon and my ass is so frozen it’ll probably stay on the ground when I get up.”

“What? You think I had it all planned? I’m just as happy as you are to be locked in the hospital for the night, I just don’t make such a fuss about it.”

House looked into Wilson’s eyes, searching for something. Wilson didn’t know what but it seemed important so he tried not to blink too much. Something was hanging, in the air between them. But then House looked away, down at his hands in his lap and the moment was over. That thin that had been there a moment ago was gone. And even if Wilson didn’t know what it was, but he hoped it wasn’t lost forever.

“Don’t lie, Jimmy. I checked the emergency exits before joining you in your office, earlier. They’re all unlocked. And you said they were locked. So either you hadn’t checked and just guessed and you’re an incompetent and I don’t what I’ve been doing with you for so long. Or else you lied to make me think we were stuck here for the night and I don’t know what game you’re playing at.” House finished, locking their eyes together again.

House seemed to wait for an answer but Wilson was just too stunned (and let’s not forget drunk) to think of anything to say. He seemed to have lost all ability to form a coherent thought. He knew that the fact that House had known from beginning that he’d lied and still had decided to play along and stay with him for the night should’ve made him realise something important but he couldn’t figure out what. So he just stared in his “friend’s?” blue eyes and House sighed and got up and Wilson finally figured how to talk again.

“What...where…Where’re you going?” he asked, wide-eyed.

House looked down at his friend, his mouth twisted in a painful looking half-smile. “I think you should get some things figured out on your own.” He started limping away but then stopped and spoke without turning around. “And do try not to break your neck when you come down. Never seen a grown man with such a poor alcohol tolerance.” And then he was gone and Wilson was alone in the freezing night with a million questions.

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Wilson was sitting on the roof, gazing at the dark sky. He seemed to be lost in thoughts, asking the stars for answers to his questions. He was so cold. All he wanted was to go back in the building and listen to House being his usual insensitive bastard and vaguely try to steer him towards path of kindness. But House had said that he should try to figure some things out.

So he stayed where he was and replayed the evening over and over in his head. It had been a weird night. Well, if he was honest with himself, he’d been the one with the unusual attitude.

But it had felt good. And somehow right. All of it.

For once, Wilson hadn’t been analyzing all that was done and said. He hadn’t been following the exact script. For once, he’d just followed the impulse of the moment and did what his guts were telling him to do without pondering on the possible consequences.

He’d lied to House at the beginning of the evening when he’d said the exits were locked. He’d only intended to scare him for a minute, just to see his so cool friend off-balance for once. But then House and thrown a tantrum and went to hide and pout in his office, and Wilson had forgotten about his lie, and when he’d remembered, he’d realized he was having too much fun and had no desire at all to go back home and fight AGAIN with his wife over the same pointless things.

That was when they were making a mess of Cuddy’s office. He’d found he didn’t want to give this feeling up. And when they’d gone in the cafeteria, when he was eating that yogurt, he’d enjoyed making House uneasy. No, uneasy wasn’t the word. House had seemed…well, the only word Wilson could think of was…aroused. From the way his wide eyes had been flowed with hunger and desire as he stared at the fingers disappearing into his mouth. And Wilson had felt thrilled top know he could have such an effect on his usually cold and poker-faced friend. In fact, he’d probably enjoyed the feeling far more than he should’ve, but it had been a long time since anything - anyone - had made him feel so alive.

And then on the roof. They were both well into the process of getting properly pissed and having a slurred and probably mostly incoherent conversation when Wilson had found his eyes locked in the blue ones of his companion, and their faces only centimeters apart. And in that silent and still moment, when it had felt like they were the only people awake in the night, and he could feel House’s breath on his lips, he’d realized he wanted to kiss his best friend. Badly. And that he’d wanted to for a very long time.

Wilson had been slowly leaning towards the other man’s mouth when he’d started going on about romance, and what the fuck? Wilson had realized what he’d been about to do and what a horrible mistake it would’ve been, because House wasn’t gay, was he? For all he knew, he was probably still in love with Stacy, and anyway, he himself wasn’t attracted to men either, was he?

He’d almost managed to convince himself when House had said that he knew Wilson had lied, and Wilson’s brain had just frozen, and he could think was “Oh man, oh man, he knows, he knows, oh man, I’m so screwed…” and House had gotten up and made some stupid remark about his neck or something, and then he was gone, and Wilson was left with a huge question mark above his head.

So…now he had to think. The evening had proven he enjoyed turning his friend on, and that he wanted nothing more than to squash those lips against his and shut him up for a minute. And he definitively found him attractive; that kind of manly unshaved gruffly look was just hot.

Now that Wilson thought about it, it was really quite obvious. ‘Alright, then’, he thought to himself. ‘I’ve fallen for my male and probably heterosexual best friend.’ He surprised himself by how calm and rational he was being about it all. The next question was: What to do about it? Did House want him too? Well, he’d seemed interested enough in the cafeteria. And he’d said to come back in when he was done thinking. Which could mean he was waiting for him!

Wilson got up and wiped the dirt off the back of his pants. No time to waste. He checked his watch. 3h30. Enough time before the arrival of the first employees for…whatever would happen. He started down the stairs. No matter the risks of being rejected and laughed at by House, he was going to try and see what happened. Because if it worked, it would be so worth it.

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When Wilson entered House’s office, he found it completely empty. For one frightened moment, Wilson thought his friend might’ve gone back to his apartment. Then he noticed House’s coat lying on a chair nearby. He took a deep breath to calm his thundering heart. Not that it helped any.

He exited the dark room and walked in the silent corridors, his shoes squeaking against the floor as the only sound heard in the night. He looked in Cuddy’s office, in the cafeteria, in the men’s bathroom and even the morgue; you just never knew with House. About to give up and call it a night, he went to his own office.

There he was. Sleeping like a baby, on his couch, his mouth hanging half-open, his breathing deep and even in sleep. Wilson gazed fondly at the unmoving form for a minute of two. He approached the sofa as silently as he could and crouched beside his friend’s frowning face. Wilson snorted. Even in sleep, House managed to be unhappy about something.

As he watched his sleeping friend, Wilson realized he was feeling quite tired himself. Pausing to yawn and take off his shoes, he then went to lie beside House. As he settled himself against his friend, House’s eyes flew open and stared straight at him without blinking.

“What do you think you’re doing?” House asked in an harsh and rough voice.

It’s true that to wake yourself in such a position (on your back with your best friend lying half on top on your chest and his leg between yours when you’re quite sure you went to sleep ALONE) must been somehow unsettling. Wilson smiled sheepishly but didn’t move away. If anything, he only scooted closer.

“Well, you said I had to think, and then I could come back inside. So I did.” He shrugged and smiled again as if that explained everything. But again, maybe it did, for him.

House frowned slightly. “Hmm, but I wasn’t aware that was an invitation to use me as a pillow.”

Wilson smiled again. “Well, since I know, now…”.

House arched an eyebrow. “And what, pray tell, do you know?”

Wilson leaned closer, so that his mouth was at House’s ear. “Everything,” he whispered seductively has he laid his cloth-covered erection against House’s hip.

House gasped at the hardness rubbing against his side and flipped them over so he was now lying between Wilson’s parted legs. He grabbed Wilson’s hands and held them above his head.

Wilson gazed up at him with eyes that shone with wanton desire. House smirked and said in a voice so deep and gravelly it almost sounded like a growl, “Alright, then.”

And House plunged forwards, his mouth devouring Wilson’s lips, biting, licking, nibbling, kissing like he could never get enough of it. Wilson had never felt anything as good as those heated and passionate kisses.

House let go of Wilson’s hands and started undoing Wilson’s shirt, while Wilson used his newfound freedom to trail his hands up and down the other man’s sides, making House moan into their kiss. As their tongues battled for dominance, each man undressed the other until it was only hot skin everywhere caressing hands could reach.

Breaking the kiss, House attacked Wilson’s pale throat and bit his collar bone. Wilson gasped and hissed as he felt teeth marking his skin and as the love bite was soothed by a rough tongue.

“Yes, please, oh god…” Wilson moaned when House sucked one of his nipples and pinched the other. So many sensations, everywhere, it was so good. But he needed more. Wilson moved his hips slightly so that their erections were aligned together, and trust. Once.

It was bliss like he’d never known. So he did it again. And again.

Moans and pleads filled the room as the two men rocked against each other. House had abandoned Wilson’s nipples and was kissing him ardently again. It was so good and they knew it couldn’t last long.

Wilson’s orgasm hit him like a hurricane. He stilled as the pleasure overwhelmed him, every muscle in his body taunt to the point of breaking until the waves receded. As he tried to get his breathing back to normal, Wilson distinctly heard House cry out “Jimmy!” as he too succumbed to the pleasure.

Through the haze of his aftermath, Wilson felt the warm body of his lover roll off him. About to protest against the cold air now surrounding him, Wilson felt arms reach for him and roll him over so he was being comfortably lying with his head on House’s chest, tightly held in his arms. Wilson fell asleep with the sound of his new lover’s light snoring, breathing in the warm scent of skin and sex, a sated smile on his face.

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Knock, knock.

Wilson stirred a bit. He wondered if he really had heard a knock on the door or if it was just in his dream. He decided it didn’t matter and scooted a bit closer to the warm body beside him. He smiled lazily. He was still dizzy from sleep but he remembered clearly how the night had ended for them. He sighed happily and let sleep claim him.

He vaguely heard the doorknob turn and the door opening. What he did hear though was Cuddy’s exclaimed “What the…Oh my God!”. He opened his eyes to find Cuddy staring at them with bulging eyes and then he felt something land on them, and that’s when he realized that both he and House were still naked and sticky from their night activities, and he was suddenly really grateful for the rug? Cuddy had thrown to cover them.

Wilson felt House move beneath him and realized he would probably want to get up at some point. He sighed - he’d foolishly hoped he could spend the rest of his life lying there - and sat up. He felt House sit too beside him, both of them looking at Cuddy’s red face and wide eyes.

“You seem a bit bothered, Cuddy. Why don’t you lie down for a minute?” said House in a false concerned voice and indicated the couch on which they were sitting.

Wilson wondered if House’s sarcastic and provocative attitude was really the good one to have when you were caught naked, with a colleague, by your boss, at work, and the smell of the room clearly indicates that naughty things have happened recently. But he didn’t seem to have a choice in the matter.

Cuddy pointed a finger at them. “Both of you…in my office…in five minutes” she gritted through clenched teeth. She turned and stalked away. “And get dressed, for Heaven’s sake!”

House turned to look at Wilson and smiled sweetly, battling his eyelids like an innocent little girl.

Wilson rolled his eyes and shook his head in desperation, but he couldn’t hide his smile as he put his clothes back on and handed House his.