House MD Fanfiction

No Boundaries

Hilson, smut, almost short

By: missviolet

They sat in Wilson's office, having lunch. Wilson had carefully arranged a sesame chicken salad, whole-grain roll, and pile of grapes on a paper towel spread across his desk. House was plotting to swipe the roll the moment his friend looked away. Wilson had learned that bringing a sandwich for lunch would mean getting only half of it, whereas salads, pasta, and soup were immune from House's thieving ways.

"Want to drive me over to the taco stand?" asked House, looking glum that his food thievery was thwarted.

"Drive yourself, I have my lunch," said Wilson. "Besides, I'm thinking of copping a nap," said Wilson, yawning and stretching.

"What, in the chair?" said House, looking dubiously towards the blue linen armchair and tasteful Oriental rug in the corner of Wilson's office.

"Or maybe the floor."

"That's for amateurs. I know the best places."

"For napping?"

"I've taken the art of office napping to a whole new level. Want me to show you a spot or two?"

"By all means, show me your hiding places."

They exited Wilson's office and walked towards a new wing in the hospital. It was sealed off with plastic sheet and electrical tape but House, after casting a wary glance around, ripped off the tape and squeezed through an opening in the plastic. "Come on," he said, holding up the sheeting, and Wilson stepped through.

The new wing was bariatrics; it was a bequest from a wealthy, overweight donor, but the facility remained unfinished. The construction workers were on strike and the project halted until a settlement was negotiated. The hallways were deserted.

House walked through the dark empty corridors until he came to an exam room, bare except for a very large bed. "It's going to be the fat ward," said House with his characteristic lack of tact. "So the beds are extra-roomy. And no-one ever comes over here."

"Thanks," said Wilson, "It's perfect." He sat on the exam table, kicked off his shoes, and slid out of his jacket. He lay back, jacket thrown over his shoulders, head resting on the tiny paper pillow. House was still standing over him.

"See you later," added Wilson meaningfully, but House sat down next to him. "I could use forty winks, myself."

"I was here first," said Wilson, feeling nervous. The bed was roomy, but they would still be a bit close for his comfort.

"That's why I never show anyone my hiding spots," grumbled House. He rested his cane against the wall, snatched the tiny pillow away from Wilson, and settled down. In a few minutes, he was dozing peacefully.

Wilson lay awake, feeling uncertain. House had boundary issues. His long limbs brushed against him no matter how far he inched himself over. He was sleeping deeply with half his body sprawled onto Wilson's side of the bed. He was a pillow hog, too. But in the dark and silent room, House's deep breathing was comforting, peaceful, even. Wilson found himself drifting off into sweet slumber, and he slept better than he had for a long time.