Rate T for teen for one adult reference and implied slash.
Enjoy.
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The first one was a rainbow pin.
House probably wouldn't have noticed, but the pin was stabbed into the power button on his TV remote. He sat down at his desk, eyeing the offending object curiously. Unable to discern its origin, he simple removed it and stuck it in a desk drawer.
For a while he didn't think about it. Then the second one showed up.
This one was a pink triangle taped to his computer screen.
He knew what this one meant. After all, his time and the internet was well spent. What he didn't know was why it was on his computer.
He threw that one into the corner of his office, and then he complained to Wilson.
A case got in the way that day and he couldn't go home until much later. As he was packing his bag he saw another one.
This one was a black button with pink letters.
"If space and time are curved, where do all the straight people come from?"
He thought that one was pretty hilarious, so he pinned it to his backpack. It lasted four days before it fell off and he couldn't find it again.
He thought he caught the culprit in the act on the fourth one.
He found Taub in his office looking at a shirt on his desk. The shirt was bright pink with black block letters.
"Gay is the new black."
He finally decided Taub wasn't the culprit after many hours of annoying the other man. Then he put the shirt on (it fit perfectly) and went to complain to Wilson again.
Wilson was unsympathetic.
It was four later, and House was getting annoyed.
There was the email subscription to the gay porn site. He supposed that counted, thought technically it wasn't on his desk.
Then the two tickets to the gay rodeo, followed quickly by a lavender cowboy hat.
His favorite was the rainbow scarf, which looked hand knit and was surprisingly warm.
House decided to complain to Wilson again.
House blew into Wilson's office, pink shirt clinging tightly to him under his usual jacket, pink triangle hanging from his key chain, cowboy hat slightly askew, scarf wound around his neck twice, the original rainbow pin stabbed onto his shoelace, flame can clutched in one hand (which totally counted), and two tickets to the gay rodeo in the other hand.
He still couldn't find his space and time pin.
"Care to tell me what this is all about?"
Wilson glanced up, drinking in the sight of a very prideful Greg House.
"Just dropping hints."
"These aren't hints. These are confessions." House plopped down on Wilson's couch. "So?"
"Do you really have to ask?"
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't."
Wilson sighed and scrubbed his face with both hands. "I still had two more."
"What were they?"
Wilson glanced up.
"Leather pants and another pin that said 'Professional Homo.'"
House snorted. "Well, go get them."
"You—you want them?"
"Sure," House set the tickets on Wilson's desk. "I'll need something to wear when we go to the rodeo."