House MD Fanfiction

Delusions to Live By

Hilson, head injury and fluff, 1847 words
By: alanwolfmoon

Wilson closed his eyes. 

House ran his hand up Wilson’s chest, bit into the side of his neck, nibbled up to his earlobe—

“Wilson! Get out of the shower, already!”

Wilson opened his eyes, “almost done!”

“Dude, you’ve been in there like an hour! If you’re gonna use up all the hot water, you can move back into the damn hotel room!”

“No! it’s okay, I’ll be right out!”

He closed his eyes again, irritated that he wouldn’t be able to drag this out.

House was in the shower with him, their wet bodies pressed close together…

“Wilson!”

The door to the bathroom slammed open, and Wilson jumped, slipped, fell—

“Owww….”

“Jimmy?”

“…Greg?”

House’s face was slowly coming into focus above him. 

“Hey,” Wilson mumbled, reaching up towards the other man. 

House gripped his shoulders, stopping him from sitting up, “don’t move. The paramedics’ll be here soon.”

“Oh… I fell… crap, did I knock you over?”

House blinked at him, for a moment, “I wasn’t even all the way in the room when you fell, Wilson.”

Wilson frowned a bit, “no…. You were in the shower with me.”

House stared at his friend, “uh… I haven’t been in the shower with you since you had to help me get into it during the infarction. That was ten years ago, Wilson.”

“No… not like that. Greg… stop fooling around. It’s not funny.”

House scrunched his eyebrows together, “Wilson…”

“Greg… is it bad?”

“I… didn’t think so… but now I’m thinking you hit your head pretty good there, buddy.”

Wilson’s large brown eyes widened, “what… how bad, Greg?!”

Not so bad,” said House, quickly, trying to keep his friend from freaking out and possibly hurting himself, “calm down. it’s okay.”

“Greg, please…”

“What?”

Wilson reached up, pulling down on House’s shirt, until House bent over, expecting Wilson to whisper something—maybe it was hurting Wilson to talk at normal volume. 

What he did not expect was Wilson to kiss him. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” said Wilson, quietly, letting go, “but I just… wanted to make sure…”

“Wilson,” said House, voice suddenly hoarse, “I think you need a CT. Really soon.”

“So… you aren’t boyfriends,” said Dr. Baker, slowly, “but he thinks you are.”

House nodded, “we’ve been friends for almost twenty years, but… not that way.”

“There’s no way this started before he fell, is there? That whatever caused this is what caused the fall?”

“No. he was perfectly normal… was staying at my place after his wife kicked him out, sleeping on my couch. He took a shower. Was taking forever to get out, so I burst in on him. he was startled, jumped, and slipped. It was only after he woke up that he started acting weird, and then… well, kissed me.”