House MD Oneshots + Imagines

Summertime Sadness (Gregory House x James Wilson) (NSFW) (TW: Self-harm)

Summer is James Wilson's least favorite season of all time. It's hot, it's muggy, people get agitated, and he's incredibly susceptible to sunburn. Admittedly, he's at the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital most of the time anyways, but it's still enough to bother him- especially now, as he stands in the apartment of his best friend, Gregory House. The older man's air conditioner is broken, and the repairman won't be able to come until tomorrow afternoon. But, that's where James is stuck staying after his most recent divorce, or...

Well, not really stuck , per say. He has the money to pay for his own place or even buy a whole new house, but staying with his best friend is rejuvenating somehow, so he does it despite some of the frustration Greg tends to cause.

He's sweating an ungodly amount as he stands in front of House, who's leaning back against the living room wall. The older man has been on edge all day, which has somehow caused them to argue... Again . Wilson barely remembers how it started, something about the dishes turning into something about Wilson only staying there to be close to House turning into something about Wilson caring more than he lets on, and so on and so on.

They've had this argument time and time again; Greg says James needs him, James never wants to admit it, and they go back and forth before falling apart. Eventually, they fall together again with everything going back to normal- more than a decade of friendship between two fucked up people like them will just do that. But James finds that he's sick of it. He wants this time to be different, for something to come out of it.

His feelings start to pile up and weigh him down to the point where he can barely stand as House walks up to him.

James knows that the smart thing to do would be to walk away, but he just can't . His body feels heavy like led, so much so that his feet can't move and his legs can't carry himself. He quickly falls back into the lone leather chair in Greg's living room, but Greg doesn't falter- only walks up to James and crosses his arms before looking down at the oncologist with fire in his icy blue eyes. Greg sees right through him, and it's disgusting. It makes him feel self conscious enough that he fidgets and pulls at the tighter spots on his clothes.

"You need me."

"I don't need you," Wilson denies it and holds his head in his hands, staring into his lap. He knows that if he stares back at House, he'll fall apart and spill everything, so he chooses not to. He's been hiding his romantic feelings- the fact that he's even gay - for so long now that it feels wrong to just let go no matter how much he wants to. "What I need is for you to shut your goddamn mouth for once, House."

"You do need me, admit it," House puts his cane down on the floor and kneels down- albeit shakily- just far enough to be able to look up at Wilson and sneer at the oncologist. "Admit it. Admit it, admit it , admit it , admit it -!"

"Fine! I need you, okay!?" Wilson practically cries out and throws his head back- anything to avoid the blue eyes that are burning holes into him right now. It hurts to admit after all these years- after all these years of ignoring the fact that he's gay, of ignoring the fact that he's in love with his best friend, of ignoring the fact that his constant fleeting relationships are just meant to hide the truth, of ignoring the fact that he's spent every spare moment he's had in the last decade thinking about House and everything they could be together if things were different. The truth is hard to swallow- so much so that he can't seem to do it. He can't swallow, can't blink, can't breathe , can't look. All he can do is sit there under House's prying gaze until he finally manages to speak. "You're right- you're always right! How does it feel? Are you happy?"