It Is What It Is
Title: It Is What It Is (House MD)
Word count: 425
Characters: Wilson, House
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: Slash
Spoilers: None
Summary: House’s approach to kissing was a lot like his approach to medicine.
Tonight started innocently enough, thought Wilson. But how many times had misadventures with House started that way?
To be honest, too many. Almost every seemingly innocent things always ended up… complicated.
With that in mind, the fact that he was currently pinning House to the apartment wall, making out with him like a desperate high school boy seemed….
No, it still seemed surreal.
House shifted and put too much weight on his bad leg. His hands grabbed Wilson’s hips for balance, and pulled the two men close together. The sudden contact — the feel of his best friend’s erection crushed painfully against his own — was almost enough to shock Wilson back to reality.
He opened one eye slowly. Then the other.
“I told you. No looking.” House growled against Wilson’s mouth.
“I wasn’t.” The kiss ended, but they were still only a hair apart. “Anyhow, how would you know I was looking unless you were looking?”
“Because I know you.”
As if to prove his point, House slid his hands under Wilson’s shirt. His fingers skated along the skin of Wilson’s lower back.
Wilson bucked hard. “Sorry.”
“No you’re not.”
“I’m ticklish.”
“I know.” House grabbed the back of Wilson’s head. “And don’t touch me,” he said as he pushed him into another kiss. Wilson planted his hands against the wall for support.
Wilson opened his mouth to House’s invading tongue and considered the situation. House’s approach to kissing is a lot like his approach to medicine. Push, probe, force, investigate. Dominate, because the doctor knows best and everyone lies. House always knows what the patient isn’t saying. House always knows what the patient really needs.
Realization dawned slowly. Is this what I need?
House pushed him away and started toward the couch, leaving Wilson standing by the wall, looking confused.
“Wrestling’s on in five minutes,” House said without looking back. “You might want to go to the bathroom and take care of Little Jimmy or you’ll miss the start of the show. And you know how hard it is to catch up if you miss that.”
Wilson looked down and wished he were in high school. Then at least he’d have a textbook or something to mask the embarrassing situation he had going on. He followed House to the sofa and sat down, crossing his legs and covering his lap with a pillow instead. “I’ll be fine,” he said.
They said nothing to each other (but plenty to the television) until the first commercial break.
“It is what it is, Jimmy. Nothing more.”
potentially to be continued. no promises.