A/N: This is going to be a series of one-shots in the H/W slash area. Some might be connected to one another, and I am going to try and keep a timeline, although I can't promise that.

Some of them are inspired by scenes from the show, some by other movies or fanfics and some I just pulled out of my brain...

Enjoy and don't hesitate to review!!

One: How it all Began

It had all started with House suggesting they watch „Brokeback Mountain".

„Come on!" he'd wailed like a little child, in the middle of the DVD-store. „It's about gay cowboys, it's gonna be fun!"

Wilson, who had actually read some reviews of the film, didn't think it would be quite as funny as House thought. But he'd given in, in the end, like he always did. There wasn't much choice anyway, if House had put his mind to something. And Wilson didn't really mind, watching the movie, he'd actually been thinking of renting it himself.

They'd been sitting on House's couch, sipping beer, finishing their take-out chinese and watching the movie. At first, House had done his usual routine of making snarky comments, but sometime around the middle of the movie he'd fallen silent. Wilson had kept half an eye on his friend and had been surprised at the serious expression on House's face. House never took any movie serious.

Wilson had been intrigued. He'd kept watching House out of the corner of his eyes, thinking, how much he liked it, when House looked serious and concentrated.

House too, had been aware of the fact, that neither of them were saying anything. He had also been aware, that Wilson was secretly watching him. He'd thought about making a comment, but then decided he wouldn't. He didn't mind his friend watching him.

After the movie had been over, they'd both stayed on the couch, still not talking. For some reason, they'd both been very aware of the other mans presence. Wilson had listened to House's slow and steady breathing, House had concentrated on Wilson's small involuntary movements, the kind the body makes, when staying long in one position.

Finally House had broken the silence. „I'm going to bed." He had announced and promptly done so. Wilson had watched him leave, noting the smoothness of House's movements, even at this hour and with the limp.

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The following days had been the strangest days of their lives. Whenever they saw the other man and thought he wasn't looking, they found themselves staring, noticing things they'd never noticed before.

House found himself trying to catch Wilson's scent, whenever they were in close proximity. He had to stop himself from leaning over and smelling at Wilson's hair, everytime they had lunch together. Wilson had to restrain himself from ruffling House's hair, or touching other parts of his body. He felt like he was going to explode, if he hadn't seen House in two hours. It was like they were dancing around each other, a dance, not even they knew, they were performing.

None of them ever acknowledged that something had changed. They probably never would have, if it hadn't been for Cuddy and her fund-raising obsession. She had forced House to attend and Wilson had been there, because he always went to these things.

House and Wilson had both been bored to death, so House suggested a drinking game. He had produced two dices from somewhere, and had explained the rules. Whoever had the lower number had to down a tequilla. Wilson had had a good day, so he'd agreed.

They had been completely out of it, when they'd staggered into House's apartment, clutching at each other for support. They'd managed to find the couch and fallen into a stupor as soon as their bodies had made contact with the leather.

A few hours later they'd both woken up again, it had been the middle of the night. They'd both been pretty drunk still, but they had sobered up enough to form coherent sentences again. After Wilson had complained about is left arm, been asleep from House's weight pressing on it, House had shifted a bit, but announced he was not getting up and there was no way of him going to bed.

He had stared into Wilson's eyes with a 'dare me' expression, and Wilson, being drunk enough to feel brave had taken him on. He'd leaned forward and kissed House on the mouth. House hadn't pulled back, on the contrary he had eagerly taken up the challenge and soon they had been making out passionately.

When they had worn themselves out, they'd snuggled up against each other, trying to find a comfortable position. Then they fell asleep, holding on to each other.

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When House woke up the next morning, he was at first a bit disoriented and surprised at finding himself on the couch. Then the memories returned. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten home, but he was sure that Wilson had been with him. AND he definitely remembered them making out on this same couch, late last night.

He looked around, there was no sign of Wilson. House felt a panicky feeling rising up his stomach. Or maybe it was just the hangover? He thoughts returned to last night again. No, it was definitely panic. What if Wilson remembered it too, what if he felt embarrassed by what had happened. What if he'd woken up, run off and was never going to speak to him again? House let his head sink into his hands. He couldn't possibly live without Wilson.

Then House heard the sound of footsteps coming from the bathroom. House had been so sure, that Wilson had fled the scene, that he was very surprised to find his friend standing in the doorway to the living room, when he looked up. Wilson was already dressed for work. He had obviously just taken a shower, his hair was still wet.

They stared at each other for what seemed an eternity. Each trying to gauge from the others expression how he felt about what had happened and how it would affect their relationship. Finally House braved a small smile and Wilson jumped on it. His face lit up and he positively beamed at House.

„Good morning." Wilson said, stepping into the livingroom. „How's the hangover?"

„Not as bad as I thought it would be." House answered, his own smile widening. He pushed himself up and grabbed his cane to stand up.

„You better get ready for work, or you'll be late again."

House tilted his head and looked at Wilson, with a mischievous expression. „I'm always late for work." he said matter-of-factly, taking a few steps closer to Wilson.

Wilson advanced too. „If you hurry up, I can give you a lift. It's pouring outside, not very good weather for a ride on the bike."

House pushed his lower lip out, apparently mulling over his possibilities. Then he grinned. „I can think of something better you could give me." he said, coming close to Wilson.

Wilson's cheeks reddened slightly. He crossed his arms and said sternly. „Not before you've brushed your teeth."

He then was surprised by the speed with which House pushed past him and hurried into the bathroom. Wilson grinned to himself and went into the kitchen to make coffee. He didn't feel much like eating anything, even though the hangover wasn't that bad. Fortunately they'd stuck to tequilla and not had anything else.

House didn't just brush his teeth, he also took a quick shower. When he walked into the kitchen, ten minutes later, he was dressed in fresh jeans and a t-shirt, and it was obvious that he hadn't bothered much with a towel, before he got dressed.

„So, where were we?" House asked, stepping, once again, close to Wilson.

„Mmmhhh, I think, you wanted something from me." Wilson said nonchalantly, but his expression gave him away.

„Riiiight." House's eyes searched in Wilson's for permission. Wilson put his hands on House's hips and moved closer.

Suddenly they both felt very nervous. It was one thing, making out while you were completely wasted, it was another thing entirely to do it sober. If they did it now, it definitely meant something. They stared at each other for a while, each breathing rather fast, trying to slow down the hammering of their hearts.

Again, Wilson was the one who made the first move. He leaned in and gently touched his lips to House's, in a chaste kiss. As if a spark had suddenly ignited the fire, the kiss became rapidly everything but chaste.

They arrived at work one hour later, both trying to hide a satisfied grin at Cuddy's exasperated speach about them getting drunk last night and then being late for work. Today, they thought, nothing could dampen their spirits.