Crush - David Archuleta
It was an ordinary night of sitting on the couch and watching the game: not for the game itself, but for the cheerleaders bouncing around in short skirts. Not that cheerleaders were of much interest to House, he preferred studying Wilson more. He was munching on some chips and occasionally grabbing healthy food from Wilson's plate. God knew what it was, but it was delicious. Of course, Wilson constantly protested but House ignored his complaining: they both knew that Wilson didn't really care. House observed his friend: chewing contently and watching the screen, Wilson looked completely at ease. It was not often that he had a chance to see him like this, there was always something that stressed Wilson out -whether that be a dying patient or House himself- Wilson never seemed to be totally relaxed. He looked much younger, and happier. It was nice. House felt a pang of guilt, he really should try to stop annoying Wilson so often. They were both getting old, and everyone knew what stress could do to a guy.
House wished that he wasn't so stubborn, he wanted to tell Wilson how he felt, how much he cared for him, but the thought of Wilson taking it the wrong way (or the right way) stopped him. He couldn't bare to ruin the only relationship that ever worked over a stupid crush. He wondered if James ever felt the same way, if he ever had urge to hold House, to kiss him. The thought filled him with a bittersweet emotion, it was impossible. But, sometimes James would look at him, and Greg would swear that there was something in those chocolate eyes, something more than friendship. Then he'd look away and feeling would pass, leaving House feeling frustrated and alone.
Studying his friend's face, House blindly reached for some food and grabbed Wilson's fingers instead. They both started and looked from their hands to each other. Eyes wide, his friends face was an unreadable mix of emotions. House didn't let go, and Wilson didn't pull away. A rush of heat spun through House's head and burned his ears, now was his chance. He leaned forward slowly just as Wilson moved towards him, their eyes locked the entire time. Gingerly they moved closer and closer until their noses touched, still staring. Fingers now intertwined, they sat there for what House felt was forever, until Wilson closed his eyes and closed the gap between their lips. The wave of warmth that surged through House was definitely not just a crush.