Making the call
The Door opens and House and Wilson enter. House takes off his jacket and then walks towards the kitchen. The Oncologist stands nervously at the door and doesn't move. The older man walks from the kitchen with two beers in one hand his cane in the other. Wilson slowly moves towards the couch.
House: "Wilson what has gotten into you tonight? Well other than that guys tongue I mean. Look I know you've been kissed by a Dude but it's not the end of the world. So let's sit down, relax and finish what we started in the club."
Wilson: "What! No! I...I have to leave!"
House walks towards the Oncologist but doesn't get too close as he's sure if he does Wilson might hit him. Wilson backs away as House reaches his hand out with the beer. Wilson slowly takes it but as he does, their fingers 'accidentally' touch. He flinches. The diagnosticians eyes are penetrating as he stares at his friend.
House: "Wilson you are starting to both annoy me and freak me the hell out. Seriously, what is going on with you tonight? You were being weird when we left the club but you are taking it to new levels right now."
Wilson: "I'm...okay...I just think the whole thing has put me on edge that's all."
House: "Well if you sit down and we finish what we started in the club...DRINKING OURSELVES SENSELESS... then you'll be less on edge, wont you?"
Wilson's face clicks into realisation and the colour returns to his face. He visibly relaxes but his voice is high and embarrassed sounding.
Wilson: "Drinking...yes... obviously...sorry."
House turns away from Wilson and as he does a wry smile spreads across his face. He sits down on the couch and Wilson sits next to him. They start to drink and are soon half way to finishing their first bottle. They haven't spoken in quite some time but House decides to break the silence.
House: "Sooooooooooo."
Wilson: "We are not talking about it."
House: "We are not talking about what?"
Wilson: "The thing?"
House: "Whose thing? That guys? Did he offer to show you it? Do you think it was big?"
Wilson grabs another bottle from the table. He then drinks from it until it is empty. He wipes his face with his shirt sleeve and using his free hand massages circles into his temple as if the action will single handily manage to turn back time.
Wilson: "I don't need this just now; this was the wrong place for me to come tonight."
House: "And yet here you are Wilson. You wanted to come here remember? Though you seemed to battle with yourself for quite a while when we were standing at the door of that club. Why was that again?"
House notices as Wilson shifts uncomfortably next to him on the couch. Beads of sweat have begun to roll down the Oncologists forehead. He is visibly very nervous. He unbuttons his cuffs and rolls his shirt sleeves to his elbows. As he does so he speaks again with a raised voice and waves his hands around for dramatic effect.
Wilson: "Cause...cause... I knew you'd be like this."
House: "like what?"
Wilson: "Dog with a bone."
House leans across until his hand is resting on the exposed area of couch material between Wilson's thighs. His other hand, which is holding his beer, moves to rest just above his friends head. Their faces are close enough to see the individual lines age has brought to both of them. House can't help noticing that Wilson has become semi-erect but he feigns ignorance of the fact and maintains eye level contact.
House: "Well you know me. I love a good mystery. When that mystery has the added bonus of involving you, well I'm just powerless to resist its charms. In fact I guess i'm just powerless to resist you."
They become locked in a stare which lasts for quite some time. House finally moves away when Wilson breaks the eye contact. The older Doctor resumes his initial place on the sofa. Some more time passes before House speaks again.
House: "What was it like?"
Wilson: "You just can't let it go can you?"
House: "It seemed like you enjoyed it. I mean I was watching it happen and when he kissed you, you didn't pull away at first. It took you longer than necessary."
Wilson: "I. Was. In. Shock."
House: "So you didn't enjoy it?"
Wilson: "No. Of course I didn't, it was a MAN!"
House: "It's no big deal; you are treating it like it is wrong or unnatural. It's neither. It is what it is. It can be an experiment. It can be an experience. You really are just totally backwards thinking Wilson. Up until this moment I didn't realise what a Homophobe you are but there it is. You're as forward thinking as Hitler."
Wilson: "It's been my life's ambition as a Jew to be compared to Hitler."
House: "Hey I just call it how I see it!"
Wilson: "I'm not against gays!"
House: "The correct terms I believe are Homosexual and anally challenged,"
Wilson: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm not a homophobe!"
He stands up and walks to the Kitchen to get more beers from the fridge. House limps after him.
House: "And storming away like that! Not an ounce of consideration for a cripple, definitely an S.S soldier in a previous lifetime. Your punishment was to come back as a Jew!"
Wilson: "You don't realise how much I wanna ring your neck sometimes!"
Wilson slams the fridge door shut and in marching to the kitchen table, kicks the side of a cardboard box resting on the floor. He then aggressively pulls the chair forwards and frows himself down on it.
House: "Calm down Fraulein Wilson."
Wilson: "You are the one with Homophobic tendencies!"
House: "Me? I don't have anything against man love; I'm totally down with it."
Wilson: "Oh yeah all those, Chase in short shorts comments, so liberal minded."
House: "I joke about EVERYTHING. When it comes down to it, I'm just as bi-curious as the next hermaphrodite is."
Wilson has his head in his hands. At House's words he looks up.
Wilson: "What?"
House: "You heard me. I'm quite jealous actually. I always thought our first gay experience would be with one another. I wanted to be the first man to kiss you and now you have something to compare it with. Plus you did look like you really enjoyed it. I'm worried I'll be a letdown in comparison."
Wilson: "Oh...shut up House."
House: "I'm being deadly serious."
Wilson: "Sure!"
House: "I'll kiss you right now and prove you wrong."
Wilson: "You'd kiss me right now."
House: "Yeah...tongues...hand on ass...the whole shebang!"
Wilson: "If I grabbed you right now and stuck my tongue down your throat like that guy did with me you'd not pull away? You'd not kill me? You would let me?"
House walks towards him until they are only inches apart. He pokes Wilson on the chest after every individual word he stresses.
House: "I. Would. Welcome. It."
Wilson stares House down for a minute then from his sitting position shoves him away, breaking eye contact in the process. He begins to both point and shout at the diagnostician.
Wilson: "Screw you House. I dunno what's happening tonight. This whole night is just far too weird for me. I think I'm going to go home."
The Oncologist stands up and tries to walk to the living room but House purposely stands in his way.
House: "Oh I get it, now you know I'm curious you're worried I'm going to molest you?"
Wilson: "No...Of course not... I just want to go."
House: "Why are you scared to stay with me?"
As if to prove a point Wilson sits back down at the kitchen table and lowers his voice to pleading level.
Wilson: "I'm not; I just want to go House, it's been a long day, I'm tired and I'm not thinking straight..."
House laughs at Wilson's last comment and is about to say something when Wilson pushes his chair back violently causing it to screech along the floor.
Wilson: "And I can't take anymore of your Gay jokes!"
Once more he gets up to leave but House corners him and backs him up against the kitchen wall. He has nowhere to go and House is as close to him as he was in the nightclub. He's closer. His lips moves towards the Oncologist's ear as his hands rest at either side of the wall.
House: "You thought I said,let's go back to my place and screw didn't you?"
Wilson: "House please don't do this!"
House: "You're not going anywhere until you admit that's what you thought I said?"
Wilson: "I...I..."
House: "You...You. I'm hurt you think I'm that easy."
House now moves his hand and grips Wilson's tie
House: "Admit it McDreamy, you were having an inward battle about whether you were going to do me or not."
Wilson brown eyes focus on blue ones. His voice is emotional and forced.
Wilson: "Well you did say that though... didn't you?"
House: "No I said, 'let's go back to my place and...ahh screw it!. You see, the music was annoying me. The screw it part was born out of my frustration at the situation and my unwillingness to fight over the music to talk to you or to be as intimately close to you as we are being right now"
At House's words Wilson lowers his head to the ground in mortification and tears begin to form. He speaks between large sobbing breaths.
Wilson: "Oh God! What have I done?"
House begins to slide Wilson's tie from round his neck and it slowly drops onto the floor. He unbuttons the younger man's shirt until the Oncologist's chest is exposed. He slowly runs his hand up his friend's shaking body and then roughly grips the left side of his neck. House kisses him on the right side of the neck twice and although Wilson's breathing increases he does not pull away from what is happening. However House does. He grabs Wilsons chin and moves it upwards until he is eye level with him.
House:" I want you. You want me. I've been piecing it together since the journey home. Hell I've been piecing it together for 20 long frustrating years and now finally I know without a doubt in my mind that you want this. So what do we do about it? I know what I'm aching to do but then again I'm not the one with the denial issues right now. So I'm leaving the next move completely in your hands. What you do in the next few minutes will decide where this friendship, no where this relationship is going for the next 20 years. We could stay friends if that's what you want. Admittedly we would probably be extremely awkward friends who only exchange Christmas cards and never go camping or shower together."
Wilson smiles a little at the words of his friend but soon grows serious again when faced with his next words.
House: "Or we can change the dynamics of this Bromance starting tonight. I need you to make the call."
Wilson: No pressure then.
House: Make the call Jimmy.
