Author's Note: An alternate ending to the "Down Low". Warning for Slash of course. And lastly I do not own House or the characters. Enjoy the read.
At first, Wilson thought this was some sort of cruel joke. He thought Just House poking fun and making everyone miserable as always. Yet, as he looked in his best friend's eyes, he could see a fondness and a softness that he never seen before. His heart skipped a beat. Was House really accepting his proposal or was this all part of some grand scheme? He couldn't tell and he realized he was still down on one knee, in that proposal position, with a shocked expression all over his face.
"Hello, didn't you hear me? I said yes." House said impatiently.
"A- are you sure?" Wilson stammered still not completely believing his ears.
"Yes, I am sure." House said softly.
His soft voice and look in his eye, left Wilson off guard. Wilson didn't know what to do- didn't know what to say. He sat down beside House and said the first thing that came to mind.
"I didn't even know you liked me."
"Wouldn't hang out with you, if I didn't."
"No I meant I didn't know you liked me, liked me."
House sighed. He wanted- no needed Wilson to know this was no joke.
"Remember when I said I loved you."
"Of course I do. I thought it was because I was being a good friend and understanding that you are always in pain so helped you get more painkillers. I didn't know it meant more until now."
"I love you, Wilson. Seriously. Cross my heart and hope to die."
"I- I believe you now. If this was or is some kind of joke, I'd be hurt and you never hurt me in that way. So I believe you. And I love you too."
House beamed and practically gloated. Wilson smiled and laughed. They both laughed and people stared, but neither of them cared over the attention they were receiving. It was only about each other. House made the first move and pressed his lips to Wilson's. Wilson's lips were soft like blankets and sweet like candy. Wilson blushed a bit and kissed House back.
Neither of them knew what was to come later, but they left the restaurant together closer to each other than they ever were in their twenty year friendship. It was nice. People, of course, would judge, but that didn't matter.
"Wanna watch monster trucks?" Wilson asked.
House smirked, "Of course."
Author's Note: So was that sweet? Was that nice? Tell me in a review. No flames and no homophobia please. Sorry for the short chapter. Next chapter will probably be longer. Thanks for reading. I'm looking forward to your reviews.