“Red Cabriolet” (House\Wilson ficlet)
fluff, pre-slash, ficlet
Set after 1x15
Dis. Nothing is mine
“House, are you insane? It's a bribe from gangsters!” mouth-opened and hands-spread Wilson protested.
“Nooooo!” House retorted leaning onto his cane as he limped towards the fancy red car. In disbelief they both glanced at a brand new car.
“Doesn't it look somewhat... gay?” House wondered and pulled a face as they were driving away. To what Wilson chuckled and looked aside, coyly hiding his face behind his palm.
They were racing through secluded night streets of NJ wolf whistling and laughing as they went on and on along the smooth and shiny road.
“You're home.” House said as he gently pulled the car at the entrance of Wilson's condo.
They were sitting for a moment silent in a fantastic car, chilly air of the night was cooling their hair and faces.
“See you, Wilson.” House said and repressed a grin.
“Um... Yes.” Wilson stumbled over his words. He shifted on the seat, not wanting to go, suddenly in the last minute he turned around and approached House's mouth.
House looked surprised at first, but then as he lowered his eye-lids carefully regarding James, Wilson pressed his lips firmly against House's. He closed his eyes and felt warm skin against his own moist lips. None of them talked. There was no need in words.
Wilson felt drunk due to the surreal of the situation: a red cabriolet, a starry night, a speed race through the city, and House, his long-termed friend, in his arms for the first time.
They had been making out for a few moments then Wilson broke the kiss and said in a low voice.
“Wanna come in?”
“Add '...and have a cup of coffee' and you will sound like a cheesy melodrama actor.” House joked.
Wilson laughed and House softly smiled gazing his friend.
“I do.” House said now seriously. He saw Wilson's eyes sparkle with love and tenderness.
They parked the car in a proper place, House was playing with his keys on the way to his friend's front door, before vanishing inside Wilson's condo.