Wilson didn't quite remember, per se, as he was suddenly pressed against his friend, but it all did feel strangely familiar. And good, did he mention damn good? A delightful shiver ran through him as House moved so close he could feel his breath on his face. "You really know how to woo a guy," Wilson said flatly, though he didn't move away. He couldn't even if he wanted to (which he found he really didn't).
Wilson tilted his head up as House moved to stand, using his height again, Wilson noticed. And god it was so different to be flirting with a guy. Different and exciting. He rather liked the idea of being with someone who was just as strong, or stronger. Who might be able to take control...
"I feel like I haven't seen you in a year. I feel like something's missing," Wilson said, almost out of nowhere. It was the first time he'd spoken about his odd feelings to anyone and to be honest, he couldn't figure out why he'd said anything to House. It was more likely he'd be made fun of than taken seriously.
Then the feeling of the mask took over again and he felt nothing but lighthearted happiness just to be talking to House.
Glassy eyes would always be expressive even if they didn't see anything and there was a smile in House's eyes. He went ahead and brushed his lips against Wilson's when he whispered, "Blindness aside, I haven't gone anywhere. Maybe you're just that big a blondie." He's 51, honest.
That something missing was being with him as they were, in bed or exploring Peaksville together. He seized the moment and gave him a full kiss, almost slipping in some tongue while he was at it. The happy mask was lowering inhibitions and, even if for a night, Wilson remembered, Greg was happy (and with new blackmail material).
Another little pleasant shiver ran down Wilson's spine as rough lips grazed against his own. He opened his eyes, not having realized he'd shut them in the first place, and looked into unseeing blue ones. Wilson was almost astonished to see that House looked happy. He still didn't know what this had to do with feeling like he was missing something over the past few days, but it was fairly obvious why House was suddenly in an apparent good mood.
Then, almost surprisingly, he was being kissed, really kissed and without giving it any thought at all, he gave into it. He brought one hand up to grasp onto the back of House's head and tilted his own to better fit their mouths together. It was brilliant and beautiful and his world seemed to fit back into place. The rest of the bar and it's patrons slipped away, all forgotten in the midst of this one kiss.
That is just awesome and the world could end at that moment. Fuck the world. Mischievously, the kiss was deepened with a slip and taste along with a pull closer. For a moment, it was the pre-Westian Christmas times all over again. Hands roaming around the hips and daring to let fingertips hover over exposed skin; the diagnostician was pushing every notion and unwritten rule the so-called god had put in place.
But like the unrepentant dick that he is, House broke the lip-lock and grinned, but not letting that kiss go without a well-placed gasp. "I guess you should go back to your party. Your dates are parched."
Wilson's mouth opened to accept House's tongue as his eyes closed once again. He was filled with a deep need that he couldn't quite explain. All he knew was that he never wanted this to end.
But then it did and Wilson sat, blinking stupidly up at House as he spoke. He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "I don't want to go anywhere," he said honestly. It wasn't just the mask making him feel good at this point, and though he didn't for see feeling particularly awful if House insisted he leave, in his heart he knew he'd be happier sitting right where he was with House.
"Mighty rude of you, James," House smirked dangerously, already limping towards the exit, buuuuuuuuuut not quite so fast, like giving his best friend a choice. WITH THE POWER OF SEX, HOUSE WILL BEAT WEST! AND IT WILL BE GLORIOUS.
Wilson sat in stunned silence for a moment as House started walking away. A rush of noise that was the crowd in the bar suddenly flooded over him and despite still feeling rather content, he didn't feel as happy as he had a few moments before, just as he'd suspected he would.
House had just enough time to make it about halfway to the exit before Wilson was on his feet and going after him. "Hey House! Wait up!" he called, forgetting about everyone else in the bar. They didn't really matter right now and he could apologize tomorrow, if needed.
"What?" Keep playing hard to get... "I'm not one of your nurses or your patients, Wilson; you're stuck with me if you dare take another step." This was even more threatening since House was facing the door.
Wilson stopped directly behind House. His hands came up and hovered by House's back, as if he were afraid to touch. It was the first time he'd really hesitated about anything since putting the mask on. He still didn't really know what was going on, why this felt so familiar. It couldn't have happened before, it just couldn't. He would remember something this important.
Wouldn't he?
"Let's go," he said softly, finally laying his hands down on House's upper back.
It has happened twice and both they were incredible. The touch was he needed and a sly smile took over House's face. Wilson's mind wasn't remembering but his body definitely remembered the euphoria that came with getting a lay with him. "Lead the way; I AM blind, you know?"
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A soft huff of laughter escaped Wilson and he let his hands trail down House's back. "Of course," he agreed, taking House's hand. "Guess it's a good thing we live at the same place."
He moved to stand closer to House, almost without thought, and led him out the door.
Wilson tilted his head up as House moved to stand, using his height again, Wilson noticed. And god it was so different to be flirting with a guy. Different and exciting. He rather liked the idea of being with someone who was just as strong, or stronger. Who might be able to take control...
"I feel like I haven't seen you in a year. I feel like something's missing," Wilson said, almost out of nowhere. It was the first time he'd spoken about his odd feelings to anyone and to be honest, he couldn't figure out why he'd said anything to House. It was more likely he'd be made fun of than taken seriously.
Then the feeling of the mask took over again and he felt nothing but lighthearted happiness just to be talking to House.
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That something missing was being with him as they were, in bed or exploring Peaksville together. He seized the moment and gave him a full kiss, almost slipping in some tongue while he was at it. The happy mask was lowering inhibitions and, even if for a night, Wilson remembered, Greg was happy (and with new blackmail material).
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Then, almost surprisingly, he was being kissed, really kissed and without giving it any thought at all, he gave into it. He brought one hand up to grasp onto the back of House's head and tilted his own to better fit their mouths together. It was brilliant and beautiful and his world seemed to fit back into place. The rest of the bar and it's patrons slipped away, all forgotten in the midst of this one kiss.
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But like the unrepentant dick that he is, House broke the lip-lock and grinned, but not letting that kiss go without a well-placed gasp. "I guess you should go back to your party. Your dates are parched."
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But then it did and Wilson sat, blinking stupidly up at House as he spoke. He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "I don't want to go anywhere," he said honestly. It wasn't just the mask making him feel good at this point, and though he didn't for see feeling particularly awful if House insisted he leave, in his heart he knew he'd be happier sitting right where he was with House.
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House had just enough time to make it about halfway to the exit before Wilson was on his feet and going after him. "Hey House! Wait up!" he called, forgetting about everyone else in the bar. They didn't really matter right now and he could apologize tomorrow, if needed.
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Wouldn't he?
"Let's go," he said softly, finally laying his hands down on House's upper back.
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He moved to stand closer to House, almost without thought, and led him out the door.
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