House MD Oneshots + Imagines

Touch Starved (Gregory House x James Wilson)

Big thanks to @homokommari on Tumblr whose Hilson comic gave me the inspiration/idea for this fanfiction! I've been obsessed with their art for a bit; please go show them some love! Thanks for reading <3

It's a cool summer morning when Gregory House wakes up to an empty bed, rolling over to feel that the spot next to him is ice cold. Normally, there would be a body there for him to toss his arm around while pretending to still be asleep- the warm, strong body of his best friend, James Wilson. He isn't sure why he enjoys the man's fleeting, accidental touches so much, but he does. He wishes he would have woken up to James right next to him and finds himself trudging out of bed and going to the kitchen in search of that familiar warmth.

When he gets there, he finds that Wilson is already fully dressed in a button up with slacks, dress shoes, a tie, and a nice jacket.

"Mm..." House grumbles, standing in the doorway and scratching his chest.

"Mornin'," James's words are warm and welcoming just like the rest of him as he walks past Greg and gets the kitchen in order. The other man's voice is just like it always is in the morning, an octave or two deeper, raspy and hot in a way that stirs something in him he prefers not to think about. Greg looks at the clock to see that it's only just now six- they don't usually go in until eight- and in the process of checking the time, he also notices that James has made coffee and that there's a perfect amount left for him in the pot. He wants to be snarky and make a joke about it, but he chooses not to since he doesn't have the energy to muster up anything even remotely clever. "I didn't expect you to be up yet, so I put the rest of the pancakes I made in the fridge, but there's plenty of leftovers for you. They're blueberry with cinnamon- your favorite."

"Mhm," House responds in a lackadaisical manner and watches Wilson, who's standing right behind him and adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves.

"I'm going to leave for work now. They have me coming in earlier than usual for a consult, but I'll see you for dinner," For dinner? House blinks at that, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before turning to the coffee machine and grabbing his favorite mug so he can pour himself some coffee from the batch Wilson made. Normally, they'd eat lunch together . Did Wilson forget, or was he just going to be that busy today? Before he can ask or even think about it too much, he feels thick, muscular arms wrapping around his waist from behind and plump lips kissing the back of his neck. The affection makes his body feel like he's on fire as he struggles to process it, but he doesn't get the chance to say or do anything in response- Wilson is already pulling away with a nervous laugh and scratching his chin with an apologetic look. "Oh! Whoops? I guess I was going on autopilot for my mornings with Julie... Uh... I'll be going now. I'll see you at lunch? Don't be too late!"

So, it was an accident. House can't help the disappointment that washes over him at the realization that Wilson didn't purposefully kiss his neck so tenderly or hug him in a way that made him feel safe for the first time in decades. Wilson was just thinking about Julie. Again . House feels a tinge of jealousy bubbling up in his chest, and it's made that much worse when Wilson rushes out the door just as fast as he turned House's world upside down.

Though House never thought he'd spend a morning alone thinking about Wilson's ex-wife, he currently can't help himself.

Greg constantly wonders about James's long string of relationships, marriages, flings, and everything in between. The oncologist is accomplished and attractive- it makes sense why he's so successful with women at first, but in the end, everything always falls apart. Greg can't help but wonder what the common denominator is- it's one of the few things about the younger man that he hasn't figured out. Yet .