House MD Fanfiction

Feel Better Soon

Hilson, chemo, smut, 1778 words
By: L122ytorch

Wilson tried to keep busy. He was in no shape to return to work, but that didn't mean he couldn't occupy his mind. He read medical journals, wrote a few papers, let himself get lost in YouTube, watched some shows, read good books. He had pretty much turned House's living room into his bedroom. Beverages and plates sat around because he was too tired to do anything about them. Papers and books and his laptop were nestled together on the coffee table. And it felt as though his ass was permanently glued to the sofa.

Despite having plenty to keep his head busy, Wilson was growing restless. And that extra little dose of boredom created too much space in his mind to notice things, to think about things.

Of course the young doctor had plenty of time to ponder his possible death, hell, he saw it every day at work. But this time it was different, it was his neck on the line. He'd come to accept his diagnosis, but worried constantly about House. Inevitably his headstrong friend reassured him that he'd be "just fine" without him, but they both knew it was a lie.

Anyway, for the time being, Wilson sat on the sofa across from his open laptop watching some car auction show. It was getting lateHe wasn't too preoccupied with it, so he looked over at his friend when House sat down on the couch next to him.

"What's up?" Wilson asked, dying to hear about House's latest case. Okay, maybe "dying to" isn't the best turn of phrase...

But he wasn't prepared for House's expression. He couldn't put his finger on what it was...House's usually bright blue eyes look dark and...troubled? His lips were parted and measured breaths were ghosting over his lips.

"Everything okay House?" James asked.

His friend only nodded at first and he could practically hear the gears turning in Greg's head.

"Watcha watching?" House attempted to replicate a sense of normalcy, but the effort was shaky at best. Whatever House was planning, maybe he was backing out of it.

"Uh...Mecum Car Auction. How was work?"

"It was fine."

"That's it? It was fine?"

"It was uneventful."

Wilson huffed a laugh. "Yeah right. Nothing involving you is uneventful." At his words, House cracked a small grin. Perhaps his bosom buddy felt guilty for leaving Wilson at home alone.

Both of them seemed to get drawn back into the show...until House put his hand on Wilson's leg.

Wilson looked over at Greg with an expression of thinly veiled shock, but House didn't meet his eyes, instead his gaze was trained on his own hand, lightly massaging Wilson's thigh.

"What are you doing House?"

The doctor's eyes snapped up and Wilson recognized that the earlier undertone of House's expression...was lust.

"I am touching your thigh," House stated matter-of-factly. Wilson shot back a "no shit Sherlock," face to which House responded, "I want to make you feel good James."

The vulnerability in Greg's voice was startling.

"It's not your job to make me feel good," Wilson nearly whispered.