House MD Fanfiction

"Life is crazy, Candy baby"

Hilson, smut, 9,052
By: FirebirdSong

Wilson poured the rest of the wine in his own glass in between a loud laughter. House was already so much fun, but he knew, as he was drinking more, that things were beginning to be too much fun. He wasn’t used to drink, and the smoothness was slowly taking over his muscles. But he’d been comfortable with the possibility right from the start, the dinner had been amazing and everything felt fine. He looked around the restaurant for a waiter, and when he made eye contact with one across the room, he raised the bottle a bit from the table to indicate they wanted one more.

House watched as Wilson’s low tolerance to alcohol began to be obvious with a big grin on his face. He knew he should stop him before he went too far, but James’ face was glowing with drunk happiness, and it was so funny and cute at the same time that Gregory just drank along, until the cheers began to sound too randomly absurd. Laughing, he tries to advert the other.

“Hey love, go slow. You’ve already had a lot, you’re not used to it.”

“Am I being annoying already?” Wilson frowns, but soon regains the steady face, leaning his back on the chair.

The smile on House’s face is full of an uncommon tenderness.

“Don’t worry, you’re never annoying. Well, maybe when you disagree with me, but this is not the case. I’m just warning you.”

Wilson shrugs. “Nah, you’re right. I won’t drink alone until I’m wasted. Last one then.” The wine disappears from the glass some seconds later. Wilson rests his elbows on the table and plays with the glass’ border. “Maybe I’ll just be sleepy soon. But you can take me to bed, I guess.”

He said innocently, but House smirks at the non-intentional innuendo. “I thought taking you to bed after was the purpose of going out and have dinner, but if you say you’ll sleep…”

Wilson chuckles, still resting on the table. “Look at you, all reasonable. It’s charming. But I have a thing on your bad boy style, what can I do.” He shrugs and goes on laughing, until suddenly stop with a thoughtful expression. “But, come on, it would take you a bottle to be like me now, wouldn’t it?”

Greg laughs and inclines his body towards the table a bit.

 “You don’t know how adorable you look with these flushed cheeks.” Shrugs mindlessly. “At least some tequilas or some whiskey are needed. Wine just puts me in a good mood, it doesn’t let me drunk.”

James whistles, admired. “I can’t have tequilas. I really don’t. Wine already leaves me loose enough, but at least I handle it.”

“It’s just a matter of practice. Alcohol tolerance is something you build with time, it doesn’t come for free. Not for everyone, at least.” House drinks some of his wine slowly, appreciating the rich taste exploding in his mouth.

The waiter brings the third bottle of wine of the night and stares at Wilson, finding the whole scene immensely funny. “Anything else, sir?”

Gregory looks at his drunken boyfriend and decides it’s time to take him home. “Yes, the check, please.”

The waiter leaves them with a small smile in his face, trying not to be disrespectful. James looks at Greg with a sad expression. “I’m feeling judged here.”

House laughs. “If it’s true, you shouldn’t care. You’re just having a bit of fun. Next time you’ll have a bit more tolerance to it.”

“You know I won’t. I don’t even drink, and I’ll already feel ashamed after here, probably.” His face changes and he smiles, looking a bit dazed and confused. “We are already on a taxi. Drink with meeeeee.” He playfully prolongs the last vowel, biting his lower lip for a moment after, until the smile take over his lips again.