hilson Fan Fic

AO3 ruined me. I wish I never found it.

House's POV

   I had to fight Wilson when asked to move in with him, even if I really wanted to. Wilson really is one great guy. The girl he'll date will be so lucky. Moving in with him is like being one of those girls. Not having sex, just waking up together, eating all our meals together, and watching movies together. In a totally straight way. Actually, he doesn't bring girls back home. I need to get him laid. If I need to fuck him, so be it. Since getting back on Vicodin he's been so perfect to me. Maybe he's always been perfect. Everything's good so they would tell me I should probably get off Vicodin but I can't. I need it. 

Wilson's POV

   I like sharing a room with House. At night he snuggles around me. I don't think he knows he does it but I don't want to tell him. I kinda like it but I'm not gay. I really think everything's going amazingly. I feel bad for lying to House about Cuddy knowing but I think he likes staying here too. We've both gotten over our fight together. The fellows say he might be back on Vicodin but I've asked him and he denies it. I love being with him. 

3rd POV

   Wilson was getting home from a long day of work. He didn't think House was home yet. When he walked into him and House's shared bedroom, he saw House with his shirt off.  "Oh, I'm sorry!" Wilson said, covering his eyes. House noticed he was blushing. Something in House snapped and just made him do what he did next. "Are you blushing?" House walked over to Wilson and removed his hand. House was now holding his wrist and looking into his eyes. Wilson's eyes widened. House pulled Wilson into a kiss slowly and unsurely. They didn't really know what they were doing and kinda just rolled with it. Wilson got more comfortable with it and allowed himself to be pinned against the wall. They paused, Wilson looked at House with a little confusion and disgust. He never considered himself gay. Regardless, he gave House a passionate kiss. House moved his lips down to his neck. House held Wilson by his waist. He lifted Wilson and placed him on the bed. House quickly took Vicodin out of his jacket and tossed some in his hand. He swallowed them. Wilson gave him a little glare and head tilt. House rolled his eyes "Shut up and take off your pants," He said "Fine, but I'm still mad," Wilson said, as he unbuckled his pants and slipped them off. He tried to relax on the bed but he was nervous "H-house, I've never done anything like this before," Wilson spat out. "Don't worry, it'll be good," House said and got on the bed in front of him. He removed his pants and grabbed the bottle of lube on his nightstand. Wilson turned over onto his stomach and braced for House. House rubbed some lube on his dick and Wilson's hole. After some poking he got in. Wilson held the sheets slightly. House slowly pumped in and out, building a rhythm. He started putting more pressure into his thrusts. Wilson grabbed the sheets with more reliance. House's pace sped up, ever so slightly brushing against his prostate. "Ngh~" Wilson groaned. House smiled, loving Wilson like this; pinned under his weight and wanting more. He sped up much faster. "Ah~ House!" Wilson yelped, holding the bed for dear life. House pounded his prostate. "House~ I'm... almost there!" Wilson yelled, failing miserably at holding back his moans. House took admired Wilson's hips, completely ignoring Wilson's yells. "Fuckfuckfuck" Wilson reached his climax on the bed. House felt himself  finishing too. They both collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty. "God, House..." Wilson sighed, trying to catch his breath. "You should probably shower," House said, looking Wilson up and down. "Are we not even gonna talk about this?" Wilson was a little annoyed. "I can carry you to the shower but that's all I can do," House avoided talking about what just happened to Wilson. "Fine, I can shower. But you need to clean until I get back," Wilson successfully stood up (although very wobbly) and went to the shower. 

   When Wilson got back, House had cleaned the bed. Wilson tossed on some clothes and plopped onto the bed. He snuggled on the pillows. "I thought you'd tell me to get off Vicodin," House said, putting away the magazine he was reading. "Just let me sleep," Wilson said, sleepily. House got up to go shower as Wilson went to sleep. House woke up to Wilson (brushing? cleaning?) his hair. He turned around House. "We need to talk about... Yeah, never mind. Let's just not," Wilson got nervous and walked away to go to work. He opened the door to leave and then paused "Just don't tell anyone this happened. It was a small mistake," Wilson said. "Yeah, small!" House called to Wilson "Shut up!" Wilson left and shut the door. House smiled. He got ready and after a while went to PPTH. "The patients jaundiced. His liver is failing," Masters said. House and the team did their differential then he went to lunch with Wilson. House sat down in front of him. "I'm guessing you told your fellows about..." Wilson said, looking around the cafeteria with an paranoid look. "I didn't," House said. Wilson looked a little confused. "You didn't?" Wilson asked. "Thanks," He smiled a little. "Also, you should know that this was the only time it'll ever happen," Wilson prefaced. "That's what they all say," House joked "I mean it," Wilson was stern. "Fine. I'm telling Cuddy at dinner tonight," House stood up to leave. "What? Why are you gonna do that?!" Wilson looked up with his eyes wide open. "All telling her would do is make her sad. And it won't even happen again," Wilson pleaded. "What, the girlfriend knowing about our cheating makes it not hot anymore?" House said. "Don't" Wilson wagged his finger. House smiled and limped away.