"Shut up you idiot"
When Wilson first read those words, he couldn't be sure that it was House. Could he really let his hopes up? Of course he could... Who else could it be?
And when House was just sitting there calmly on his stoop like he hadn't just freaking died or something, Wilson almost lost it. He was so angry. Why would House do that? Sure, House would go to jail and the selfish bastard would have hated the inconvenience of that but he couldn't imagine House allowing the others to think he died the way he had. Or maybe he would relish it, a dramatic death did seem a flare House would have.
And when they got two motorcycles, ready to ride off sunset together or some shit, Wilson felt even angrier. He was so happy that House was with him and yet he was so confused. He couldn't explain it. House had seemed so ready to go with no questions or anything just a stupid little statement:
"Cancer is boring."
On the fourth night of their travels, they stopped at an almost abandoned roadway inn. The person inside the lobby seemed shocked to have customers, as if he had forgotten that his inn was open.
They got two rooms, two single beds. House didn't seem to have much to say other than an airy "Good night sunshine."
Wilson lay awake for what seemed like hours. He had been feeling something he couldn't quite explain for the entire beginning of their adventure. Thinking of House and all those years doing almost miraculous medical procedures and how House just seemed to piss off every patient and how House had ridiculed every co worker and how House had messed with him and yet they had remained best friends and how House just... Suddenly Wilson shot up in bed. He couldn't see how he hadn't seen it before. How he hadn't seen within the first year of knowing House..
He got up from his bed and stormed over to House's room. He banged on the door as loudly as he could. House opened up, taking his time as he would, and leaned on the door frame with a lazy smirk. Wilson had a sudden urge come across him, almost violently, and he couldn't stop himself. Not that he wanted to.
He grabbed House, shut the door, flicked the lock, and slammed House against the same door, kissing him ferociously. Every feeling, every heartache, every despairing comment, everything that had ever made them what they were was poured into that kiss. Finally, when air was deemed a necessity, they broke apart.
Wilson just stared at him, unsure of what to say.
"It only took eight years for you to figure out what I've been telling you."
Wilson just glared at him, dumbfounded. Finally, he laughed.
"You're an ass, House."
House's grin turned feral and he kissed Wilson again like it was the only thing that mattered and pushed Wilson onto the tiny bed.
******* POV SWITCH ***********
Hours later, House sat still in bed, James cuddling into his side. While James had passed out after the wild, passionate lovemaking House found he couldn't sleep.
Thinking of James, and how they only had six months together was almost too much to bear.
Maybe, just maybe, he should have lightened up.. They could have had months, years maybe.
He had been in love with James since the first minute he had laid eyes on him. And that secret he had kept all these years was something he'd known he would never tell James. James would just have to figure it out himself. And the man had. Finally..
They may only have six months until James would be gone, but it would just have to be enough.
Enough to last the rest of his lifetime..