This is my first fanfic and upload to fanfiction.
Warning: It is a House/Wilson pairing that will contain slash eventually. So if you don't like it don't read it.
It had been a late night for Wilson, all the paperwork and such. He was just looking forward to getting home to the condo and House. He stopped to think that he actually couldn't believe he was looking forward to seeing House. The drive home was rather uncomfortable for some reason, he really couldn't figure out why.
"Anticipatory anxiety?" he thought to himself, slightly shocked. Why would he be nervous to go home and see House. This was a feeling that he never experienced and he didn't quite care for it.
When he arrived at their floor, Wilson was greeted by the scent of lavender. At first he was angry because he thought that House was burning his candles to satisfy some hooker.
"Ass", is all he could think to describe Gregory House at that moment.
Wilson had gotten himself all ready to storm in and start ranting, but when he opened the door he heard his friend playing the piano. "House?" Wilson called out in almost confused tone.
"In here!" yelled Greg. As Wilson walked into the parlor, his focus moved towards a very romantic table setting and his lavender candles burning dimly. "
Did you have a date, because I can leave and come back later", Wilson sighed out of guilt.
"Nope, She stood me up, Must have gotten a better offer from some pimp". Wilson chuckled.
"Could you blame her" Wilson said in a joking manner.
"Thanks man, way to kick the cripple when he's down" House said surprisingly serious.
"Oh come one like you've never insulted me when I'm miserable" Wilson reciprocated.
All House did was reply with a grunt to Wilson's comment. "Anything you want to talk about?" Wilson asked.
"Do you really think I would say yes and pour my heart and soul out to you?" House said very condescendingly.
"Just trying to be a good friend. Guess I'll just get changed and head off to bed." Wilson told him.
"Well, there's no reason why all this crap has to go to waste. Are you hungry, I made scampi." House offered.
"Sure I could go for some pasta" Wilson said happily and also rather shocked by the generosity.
Wilson sat down at the table while House brought out the meal and a chilled bottle of wine. "This is excellent!" Wilson exclaimed.
House just looked up and kind of squirmed, like the compliment was a dagger in his chest. He did however manage to force out a disdainful "thanks Wilson".
That made Wilson kind of warm inside, like a nice comment actually got through to House. He had a small sense of pride. "After dinner, you want to watch a movie?" House asked kind of nervously.
"Ok what's going on with you. You are never this nice to me" Wilson said suspiciously.
"Fine then, fuck off and go to bed" House said irritated.
"Sorry. I was just wondering. What movie did you have in mind?" Wilson asked.
"Something light hearted…" House said. House went and got the dvd off the couch and threw it to Wilson.
"Bromance, a story of how two men can find love beyond friendship…" Wilson read on the back cover.
"You want to watch a gay love story?" Wilson asked totally confused and shocked.
"I heard good reviews, and I thought I would keep an open mind" House explained.
Wilson just looked at House for a couple of second before saying, "Sure, let me just change into more comfy clothes".
House was already waiting in the couch with some cold beers for them to drink while watching the movie. About the time the movie was half over, Wilson became uncomfortable and confused as to why House was so quiet. There had been so many opportunities to make inappropriate and discriminatory jokes, but yet silence.
"Pretty good movie" Wilson said to break the awkward silence. "Yep" replied House.
They were at a point in the movie where there were two guys sharing a very passionate kiss. "You think that this could ever really happen Wilson?" asked House.
"You mean two guys making out? Sure just go downtown" Wilson replied sarcastically.
"No, you idiot. I mean two men whose friendship could evolve into a more meaningful one?" House said annoyed.
"You mean romantically and sexually?" Wilson turned to ask.
"Yeah" House said. "Sure, I don't see why not. If they're really good friends and there's more their and they share the same feelings, then yeah I do think that could happen" Wilson explained.
Once again awkward silence came to visit, and stayed until the movie was over. After the credits rolled and the tv went dark, there was some awkwardness as both men waited for the other to get up or say something.
"Well, I guess I'll be off to bed now" Wilson told him.
As Wilson started down the hallway to his bedroom, House called his name. When he turned, he realized that House was behind him.
"Yeah what's up?" Wilson asked slightly suspicious.
Before Wilson could say anything, House kissed him so passionately. Unlike any kiss he's ever had had pushed Wilson against the wall, the strange thing was, Wilson did not want to fight it, or want it to stop. When they finally parted, they both let out a heavy breathe. Wilson was both euphoric and shocked; needless to say he was lost for words.
He looked back up at House, and before he could get a word in, House said "goodnight Wilson" and turned and went into his bedroom for the night.
So where we leave off is House has just had a very passionate kiss with Wilson that both confused and shocked him. Wilson is left in the hallway putting his fingers to his lips to recount what just happened. Again, speechless he also turned and retired to his room for the night.