House MD Fanfiction

Ride

Hilson, smut, 3,973 words
By: chaostheoryy

To say Wilson was jealous of House's new car would be completely wrong. He wasn't jealous (well perhaps he was a little envious but that was beside the point). He was awestruck. Seeing Gregory House drive around in a '66 Corvette convertible was enough to make Wilson go weak in the knees. Just when he was beginning to think it was possible for him to overlook his attraction to the man, those damn mob boys had to go and buy him a Corvette. Now it would be impossible for Wilson to push past his pining for the diagnostician, especially when House went around showing his car off at every possible moment.

                      One of those particular moments came as Wilson exited the hospital on a Friday evening. He was chatting to one of the nurse's about his upcoming conference when he heard the roar of an engine and blaring music. His eyes snapped upward just in time to see House pull up, his bright red Corvette impossible to miss against the dull backdrop of the hospital driveway. Wilson's brow furrowed as he watched House put the car in park and drape his arm over the back of the seat, his head bobbing slightly to the beat of the drums in Jimi Hendrix's "All Along the Watchtower".

                      "Need a ride, baby?" House called out.

                      The nurse Wilson had been talking to was completely taken aback and pointed at herself. House, however, waved her off. "Not you. The sex pot standing next to you."

                      Wilson bid the nurse a quick apology and farewell before he made his way over to the car, the music practically blowing his ear drums out. "You know owning a classic car doesn't mean you have to be obnoxious," Wilson remarked as he leaned over the passenger door and lowered the volume.

                      House gave him a look of fake confusion. "Offering rides to people makes me obnoxious? Odd. I always thought it was a kind gesture. My old woman must've tricked me."

                      Wilson rolled his eyes. As irritated as he was acting (and wished he actually was), he couldn't find the strength to give House a proper lecture. Not when the man looked that good in his leather jacket.

                      "What exactly are you doing here?" Wilson asked, trying to sound as skeptical and annoyed as possible. In all honesty, it was impossible for him to label a moment like this as annoying. Any opportunity he had to see House seated in that car would be a damn blessing.

                      "I told you," House replied, "I'm offering you a ride. Thought we might go for a cruise and hit the drive-thru. Unless, of course, you'd rather hit up a strip club. I find it hard to resist such a request." House flashed Wilson an instigating grin. "Whataya say daddy-o?"

                      "I'll come with you if you promise to stop using 60's slang," Wilson scoffed despite the slight grin on his face.

                      House smirked at the oncologist, amused by how easily Wilson caved in to his every request. "As much a kill-joy as ever," he teased. "Hurry up and get in before I change my mind."

                      Wilson immediately climbed in, placing his bag between his feet as he settled into the leather seat. "I'm surprised you didn't call me in as a consult today," Wilson said as the pulled away from the curb, "That's gotta be the first time in weeks. Were you actually interested in your patients or has Cuddy reigned in the leash?"

                      "As much as it pains me to say this, Cuddy isn't the problem. Your pal Vogler is watching me a little too closely." He looked over at Wilson briefly and gave him that silly expression he always wore when he told a joke or made a ridiculously sarcastic remark. "I'm beginning to think he might have a crush on me."