Weird

"That... was boring... there was no way she should've been able to pull that off..." House complained, considering throwing his popcorn at the television. Deciding that that would be a waste of popcorn, he threw it at Wilson instead, knowing he would get a response.

Wilson just rolled his eyes.

"You didn't like the movie?" he asked, throwing his own popcorn back.

House caught the food in his mouth, grinning at how cool that was before answering. "No, it was a chick flick. And as neither of us are chicks, or trying to pick up chicks, no, I did not enjoy it..." He fished around the blankets for the remote.

It was a cold night, and while the pair had been watching the movie, House had gotten chilly. Wilson had grabbed the duvet from House's bed and covered their legs, having gotten annoyed with House's complaints. He'd gotten up again a few seconds later to get more popcorn.

Then they'd finished watching the movie, House complaining all the way through.

"Who're you kidding?" Wilson asked, snorting in amusement. "You love chick flicks." It hadn't taken him long into their friendship to notice that House quite liked chick flicks, and after less than ten minutes, had agreed not to tell anyone about House's secret shame.

"Hey, we agreed never to talk about that." House threw another handful of popcorn at Wilson, who caught his wrist with his hand. A wrestling match came from that, where House tried hard to shove popcorn down Wilson's top while Wilson tried to stop him, grabbing his wrists and keeping them away.

Both of them were grinning, and Wilson was laughing a little until suddenly the situation became a little tense and they froze, House on top of Wilson, who had been pushed onto his back at some point. Wilson let his grip relax a little.

Not knowing what possessed him to do so, he followed the urge he had to lean forward and gently place a small, closed mouth kiss on the corner of House's lips. House returned the favour, and suddenly, they were kissing properly, leaning close together, a gentle caress of their tongues on each others lips causing their eyes to flutter closed. House pulled back gently, opening his eyes to stare at Wilson who blinked his eyes open too.

"Um..." Wilson was at a loss for words. He saw House swallow thickly, also slightly confused and speechless.

"That was..." House tried to add to the sentence.

"Weird." Wilson finished, assessing the situation. He was lying on his back, his best friend on top of him, their hands intertwined. Wilson had just...then House had... Wilson's brain was spinning at a thousand miles an hour but going nowhere. He couldn't think strait.

House nodded, "Weird." He agreed as he pulled away. Wilson let his grip slip open as House sat up. Wilson did the same and the pair sat staring at the forgotten television, not paying attention to whatever was being shown.

"We... shouldn't do that again..." Wilson added, ignoring the thrill the earlier situation had given him. It wasn't right... it was too weird. They were friends, nothing more.

House nodded, swallowing his disappointment. If that was what Wilson wanted... then that's what Wilson would get. It didn't matter what House wanted.

"Right... let's just... watch another movie..." he muttered, trying to de-spell the tension in the air.

It took the two a few hours, but eventually, they were back to normal. Or close to it, anyway. There was no more food fights, and nothing that could lead to a repeat of what just happened because both men were slightly uncomfortable with the kiss and what it could mean. They were best friends, too close, they were both men. Anything more than friends wouldn't work, and they both knew it.

The two doctors never spoke about that incident again, but it remained in the back of their minds, causing their skin to tingle at the slightest of touches for years to come.