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house_wilson_ghcTitle: Hawt Man Lurv
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Humor
Characters/Pairings: House/Wilson, of course!
Summary: Perhaps the most interesting thing about kissing House, Wilson thought, was the look in his eyes...
Author's Note: The term 'hawt man lurv' is actually an inside joke between some friends and I, but I thought it would look cute in a House fic. Anyways, I've tried writing House fanfiction before, but this is the first thing I think I've actually finished! It's nothing much, but I'm rather happy with the way it turned out. Any comments or constructive criticism is appreciated!
The office grew dark suddenly as House closed the door and the blinds, shielding the two men from view. This alone caused Wilson to swallow hard, to take several slow steps back, although he wanted the man who was standing, twirling his cane nonchalantly between his fingers.
He'd always wanted House, and so it had taken him as quite the surprise when he'd whispered into his hear earlier that morning about things Wilson had only dreamed of doing.
He'd sat for ages after House had left him alone, mouth hanging open, eyebrows raised, wondering if the man was joking or not. Certainly, it was something the doctor would joke about but he couldn't find reason, and House never made a snide comment without reason.
Now, he knew the reason. Now, he knew that it hadn't been a joke. He stood rather awkwardly, not entirely sure of what to do with himself. But he needn't wonder for long because House took up his cane, hooked it around Wilson's shoulder and pulled him close. The cane cut into the oncologists shoulder, causing him to flinch in pain, but the pain was pressed to the very back of his mind as the two men now stood but inches apart.
House's breath was hot on Wilson's face. He could smell the man's breath, it smelled of lunch, of potato chips. Barbecue chips, which wasn’t the most attractive thing, but it could most certainly have been worse.
The corners of House's lips twitched, as though he were trying to hold back a smile. So close to Wilson, he realized that the man smelled of shampoo, of after-shave, deodorant, hand sanitizer, some cologne and many other most feminine-smelling things that made House glad that he wasn’t allergic to such scents.
"What's so funny?" asked Wilson.
"You smell funny."
"Funny?" Wilson felt his cheeks burn as he began to turn a light pink. This was just perfect. He finally got what he'd wanted for so long as all House has to say about this is that Wilson smells funny.
"Good! Good, funny."
Wilson relaxed after a moment and looked at House then with a sort of awe. He had just paid Wilson a compliment, a real compliment, and he had smiled, and looked sincere. It made Wilson feel warm and fuzzy inside, even more so when House finally took the oncologists face in his hands and kissed him.
For a brief moment, it occurred to Wilson that House might be very, very high. Or even very, very drunk. But he dismissed these thoughts as they didn't really matter to him. Not at the moment, anyways. The only think that mattered to him were House's lips rough against his own.
House was rough all over. His hands, which held Wilson's face were rough. His fingers were calloused and scraped his skin gently as his hands moved down to rest near his neck. If his lips were rough, dry and chapped, it was nothing compared to the stubble on his face, which was very scratchy indeed. Good scratchy, thought Wilson, smiling into the kiss.
While House was apparently rough, Wilson was quite the opposite. House felt that if he touched the younger man too much, he wouldn't be pretty anymore. It was like the shinny wrapping paper Cameron always used to wrap Christmas gifts. He never wanted to open his gift because the paper was so damn nice! That was Wilson. Wilson was fancy wrapping paper. His lips were warm; they were soft as was his hair. House ran a single hand through the oncologists' hair and realized just how the hours he spent in the bathroom each morning morning, carefully tending to his brown and shiny locks paid off.
Perhaps the most interesting thing about kissing House, Wilson thought, was the look in his eyes. While they shone bright blue through the dim light shining through parts in the blinds, they were dark with lust. He watched Wilson as the two parted for air with a sort of desperate look, a very raw look. He didn't appear cold and hard, he didn't appear to be hiding what he felt. Wilson supposed that the closest he would come to describing the look would be vulnerable.
House leaned forwards, eager to kiss the man again but Wilson raised a finger to House's lips suddenly, eyes wide. The two fell into a silence broken only by the sound of footsteps leading towards House's office.
"Cuddy," hissed House, able to recognize the clip-clap of her shoes, which he heard almost every day. It was one of those sounds that was more or less stained in his mind, as was the soft knock that came at his door.
"House?" she opened the door and let herself inside, "I just got a phone call from our patient's mother. She says that if you don't do something about the... why are all the lights off in here?" she asked suddenly, looking from House, who was sitting behind his desk, on the edge of his seat as though he were sitting on a very uncomfortable chair, and then to Wilson, who was leaning against the wall on the opposite end of the room, flipping aimlessly through a medial encyclopedia which he'd nearly tripped over in a frantic attempt to put as much distance between he and House as the office walls would allow.
"I have a... migraine," explained House, rubbing his temples for that extra effect.
"Oh," she said, quite simply, clearly unconvinced. Then turned to Wilson, much to his horror. "And why are you reading in the dark?" she asked him.
"I... well, I sort of have to be in the same room as House, I mean... if--"
"Oh, Cuddy!" House interrupted, getting to his feet, leaning on his cane. "You clever, clever girl!"
She looked at him, one eyebrow cocked, and then looked at Wilson, who looked to be as clueless as she.
"But only someone as observant as yourself could notice this... ah..."
"Affair," finished Wilson, and House nodded vigorously.
"This hawt man lurv that you have wondered upon."
"Hawt man lurv?" she repeated, looking rather amused. "I'm sure, that's exactly what you two were up to. I mean, I see the signs, they're everywhere. You just can't keep your hands off each other."
"That's not the only thing we can't keep of each other."
"I want you to call the woman back, House," said Cuddy. There was a sort of finality in her tone, as though to conclude their discussion. "I'll leave you two to your hawt man lurv." And with that she left, rolling her eyes on her way out.
"That was close," breathed Wilson.
"That was close."
"You want to... keep going?"
"Oh yeah."
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Humor
Characters/Pairings: House/Wilson, of course!
Summary: Perhaps the most interesting thing about kissing House, Wilson thought, was the look in his eyes...
Author's Note: The term 'hawt man lurv' is actually an inside joke between some friends and I, but I thought it would look cute in a House fic. Anyways, I've tried writing House fanfiction before, but this is the first thing I think I've actually finished! It's nothing much, but I'm rather happy with the way it turned out. Any comments or constructive criticism is appreciated!
The office grew dark suddenly as House closed the door and the blinds, shielding the two men from view. This alone caused Wilson to swallow hard, to take several slow steps back, although he wanted the man who was standing, twirling his cane nonchalantly between his fingers.
He'd always wanted House, and so it had taken him as quite the surprise when he'd whispered into his hear earlier that morning about things Wilson had only dreamed of doing.
He'd sat for ages after House had left him alone, mouth hanging open, eyebrows raised, wondering if the man was joking or not. Certainly, it was something the doctor would joke about but he couldn't find reason, and House never made a snide comment without reason.
Now, he knew the reason. Now, he knew that it hadn't been a joke. He stood rather awkwardly, not entirely sure of what to do with himself. But he needn't wonder for long because House took up his cane, hooked it around Wilson's shoulder and pulled him close. The cane cut into the oncologists shoulder, causing him to flinch in pain, but the pain was pressed to the very back of his mind as the two men now stood but inches apart.
House's breath was hot on Wilson's face. He could smell the man's breath, it smelled of lunch, of potato chips. Barbecue chips, which wasn’t the most attractive thing, but it could most certainly have been worse.
The corners of House's lips twitched, as though he were trying to hold back a smile. So close to Wilson, he realized that the man smelled of shampoo, of after-shave, deodorant, hand sanitizer, some cologne and many other most feminine-smelling things that made House glad that he wasn’t allergic to such scents.
"What's so funny?" asked Wilson.
"You smell funny."
"Funny?" Wilson felt his cheeks burn as he began to turn a light pink. This was just perfect. He finally got what he'd wanted for so long as all House has to say about this is that Wilson smells funny.
"Good! Good, funny."
Wilson relaxed after a moment and looked at House then with a sort of awe. He had just paid Wilson a compliment, a real compliment, and he had smiled, and looked sincere. It made Wilson feel warm and fuzzy inside, even more so when House finally took the oncologists face in his hands and kissed him.
For a brief moment, it occurred to Wilson that House might be very, very high. Or even very, very drunk. But he dismissed these thoughts as they didn't really matter to him. Not at the moment, anyways. The only think that mattered to him were House's lips rough against his own.
House was rough all over. His hands, which held Wilson's face were rough. His fingers were calloused and scraped his skin gently as his hands moved down to rest near his neck. If his lips were rough, dry and chapped, it was nothing compared to the stubble on his face, which was very scratchy indeed. Good scratchy, thought Wilson, smiling into the kiss.
While House was apparently rough, Wilson was quite the opposite. House felt that if he touched the younger man too much, he wouldn't be pretty anymore. It was like the shinny wrapping paper Cameron always used to wrap Christmas gifts. He never wanted to open his gift because the paper was so damn nice! That was Wilson. Wilson was fancy wrapping paper. His lips were warm; they were soft as was his hair. House ran a single hand through the oncologists' hair and realized just how the hours he spent in the bathroom each morning morning, carefully tending to his brown and shiny locks paid off.
Perhaps the most interesting thing about kissing House, Wilson thought, was the look in his eyes. While they shone bright blue through the dim light shining through parts in the blinds, they were dark with lust. He watched Wilson as the two parted for air with a sort of desperate look, a very raw look. He didn't appear cold and hard, he didn't appear to be hiding what he felt. Wilson supposed that the closest he would come to describing the look would be vulnerable.
House leaned forwards, eager to kiss the man again but Wilson raised a finger to House's lips suddenly, eyes wide. The two fell into a silence broken only by the sound of footsteps leading towards House's office.
"Cuddy," hissed House, able to recognize the clip-clap of her shoes, which he heard almost every day. It was one of those sounds that was more or less stained in his mind, as was the soft knock that came at his door.
"House?" she opened the door and let herself inside, "I just got a phone call from our patient's mother. She says that if you don't do something about the... why are all the lights off in here?" she asked suddenly, looking from House, who was sitting behind his desk, on the edge of his seat as though he were sitting on a very uncomfortable chair, and then to Wilson, who was leaning against the wall on the opposite end of the room, flipping aimlessly through a medial encyclopedia which he'd nearly tripped over in a frantic attempt to put as much distance between he and House as the office walls would allow.
"I have a... migraine," explained House, rubbing his temples for that extra effect.
"Oh," she said, quite simply, clearly unconvinced. Then turned to Wilson, much to his horror. "And why are you reading in the dark?" she asked him.
"I... well, I sort of have to be in the same room as House, I mean... if--"
"Oh, Cuddy!" House interrupted, getting to his feet, leaning on his cane. "You clever, clever girl!"
She looked at him, one eyebrow cocked, and then looked at Wilson, who looked to be as clueless as she.
"But only someone as observant as yourself could notice this... ah..."
"Affair," finished Wilson, and House nodded vigorously.
"This hawt man lurv that you have wondered upon."
"Hawt man lurv?" she repeated, looking rather amused. "I'm sure, that's exactly what you two were up to. I mean, I see the signs, they're everywhere. You just can't keep your hands off each other."
"That's not the only thing we can't keep of each other."
"I want you to call the woman back, House," said Cuddy. There was a sort of finality in her tone, as though to conclude their discussion. "I'll leave you two to your hawt man lurv." And with that she left, rolling her eyes on her way out.
"That was close," breathed Wilson.
"That was close."
"You want to... keep going?"
"Oh yeah."
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Date: 2007-06-29 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-29 03:03 pm (UTC)I love your icon, by the way. Super hot!
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And all the descriptions during the hawt man lurv itself were beautiful.
=^_^=
Anneko
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Date: 2007-06-29 03:06 pm (UTC)That idea actually came from the episode in season two, when House tells Stacey that he's gay, and she just raises her eyebrows and walks away. I mean, I'm sure he was telling her the truth! :P
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Date: 2007-06-29 07:20 am (UTC)will part two be rated R?
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Date: 2007-06-29 03:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-29 03:02 pm (UTC)(Tiiiiny typos: quiet the opposite, shinny instead of shiny, missing an apostrophe somewhere...patients mother, that's it.)
But typos are nothing compared to the cute jump-back the boys did. It made me lol.
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Date: 2007-06-29 03:08 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2007-06-29 03:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-29 04:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-29 06:48 pm (UTC)Loved it.
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Date: 2007-06-30 03:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-29 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-30 03:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-29 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-30 03:58 am (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2007-06-30 12:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-30 04:00 am (UTC)And thank you very much! I love your icon. It's so cute!
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Date: 2007-06-30 06:32 pm (UTC)Aside from that, the voices are pitch perfect. I like how IC the smells were: I'm sick of stories which have smells like they're trying to sell soap.
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Date: 2007-07-01 12:27 am (UTC)Also, thanks very much. Glad you like it! :D
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Date: 2007-07-05 03:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-05 03:11 pm (UTC)