A/N: So this is for a friend of mine, she knows who she is and how much I love her! This is for her because it's her fault that I even like Hilson in any way what so ever. Not sure where this came from, just struck me. Hope you enjoy this short snippet :)

Disclaimer: no ownage, and you sue, you'll only be wasting your money

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It was another night of pizza, beer, and sports while sitting on House's couch on his apartment. They sat in comfortable silence, as usual, sitting much closer than necessary, shoulders and thighs brushing. It was never something they had done deliberately, they just sort of fell naturally together. Neither one had said anything about it, this physical closeness, never once questioned it, but just let it happen, because neither one really wanted to be farther apart.

It was getting late, and at this point, Wilson would normally call it a night, say good-bye, and leave. But tonight, he was exhausted, and way to comfortable to get up, so he decided to just stay where he was until House kicked him out, or left to his own room to let Wilson sleep on the couch.

The game on the t.v. was almost over when House felt Wilson's head on his shoulder. He glanced over at the other man to see that he had dozed off. He contemplated getting up and leaving so that Wilson could sleep, but the game only had a few more minutes, and really didn't want to get up. Plus, this also provided him with the opportunity do to something that he had secretly wanted to do for a very long time. Very slowly, very carefully, he closed his hand over Wilson's, intertwining their fingers. Wilson didn't wake, he just tightened his hand around House's and snuggled closer. House smiled and watched the game.

Wilson didn't realize that he had fallen asleep until House called his name. He looked up from his make-shift pillow to see blue eyes twinkling down at him. He also didn't realize how close they now were; he looked down to see they're clasped hands. A hundred questions ran through his mind, but they all got stuck on his tongue. He blushed, but made no move to separate their hands. He looked but up into House's eyes; his breath caught in his throat. He had never been this close to the other man before. He had known for a long time that he loved this man, in every way, but had known all along that it was one-sided. But now….was it? The look that he saw in his best friend's eyes made him wonder, hope, that it wasn't.

House slowly leaned forward, giving Wilson a chance to back out if he wanted. But when the younger man didn't move, he brushed his lip against Wilson's in a feather light kiss that that sent sparks through both of their bodies. The kiss quickly escalated and the next thing Wilson knew, he was flat against the couch, more turned on than he had been in a very long time, with House dominating his mouth. They broke apart, gasping for air. House looked down at his best friend, the only person he would even call a friend, and smiled. Neither one spoke, knowing that nothing needed to be said. They just fell naturally together.

A/N: I know this is really short, but it was in my head and i wanted it out! I have a few other plot bunnies bouncing around in there if anyone thinks I should write more for this pairing. And if anyone has ideas they would like to write, for this or another pairing, or even anything else in the world, just let me know:)

And please let me know how I did on this, this is my first House fic, I might give you a cookie if you review :p