Disclaimer: If I owned House and Wilson there would be no such thing as the term "huddy". But I don't nor do I make any moneys.
Note: I don't know if House ever does go to rehab or gets off Vicodin (curse school making me miss enough to not know this) but this is set in a scenario where he has. Warnings: slash
Wilson swung open the door to House's office signalling for the gruff doctor to come to lunch. House grinned and practically jumped off his chair, grabbed his cane and limped out the door popping a pill from an orange jar as he passed his friend. House started down the hallway turning back to see Wilson still at the doorway, as he expected, with an incredulous expression on his face.
"Coming?" House said, deliberately and irritatingly casual.
"Vicodin?" Wilson hissed chasing after House, "Is that Vicodin?!"
House pulled the bottle back out of his pocket and peered at it closely, "Well what do you know?" he said in mock surprise.
"What happened to rehab? To being off the stuff?"
House rolled his eyes, "Stop being so dramatic." He shook the bottle, sneered, pulled the cap off again and flicked the last pill into his mouth smirking.
Wilson grabbed his arm forcing House to stop and turn. "Do you not even care? Were you lying the entire time? To Cuddy? ... To me?"
House stared glumly at the younger doctor who was staring up at him, his hair and clothes impeccable as always but his big, brown, watery eyes threatened breakdown. He sighed, once Wilson did the puppy dog eyes all fun was over. Cute, but too guilt inducing for House's liking.
"Relax; I filled it with Tic Tacs to mess with you"
Wilson blinked. "Like I'm going to believe that!" he frowned sceptically, "Prove it"
House mentally cheered, good old predictable Wilson, saying exactly the right thing and giving House exactly the opportunity he hoped for. House wrapped his free arm around his best-friend's shoulders, pulling him in tight and kissing him firmly on the lips. Wilson gasped with shock and House took the opportunity to slip his tongue into the oncologist's mouth. Lost for a second in enjoying the longed for public make-out session with his long time unrequited love House forgot he was on a mission. He skilfully manoeuvred the small white pill that he hadn't swallowed into his friend's mouth with his tongue before reluctantly breaking away.
He watched as Wilson stood stunned with a flushed face and gaping in a way that would have been comic if House hadn't all but confessed his love with a public display a moment before.
A long, silent moment passed and House tightened his grip on his cane all semblance of arrogance and nonchalance gone. "Well?" he asked, completely prepared to blow the whole thing off as just a joke. "This is the part where you say something." He practically pleaded.
Wilson grinned, "Umn... Minty?"