Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of House and various characters played by her. Jeb (My OC) and other characters played by me.
Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of House M.D., we're just fans!
Chapter 8
House took a shower, and he brushed his teeth...and his lips. And he used a good percentage of the mouthwash bottle. He went to the hospital, and he spent the entire excruciating day in the clinic. no one would look for him there. The team had the day off, so they weren't around, and he had 'accidentally' left his cell phone by his bed. How forgetful. Nope, just him and the fatman with the bum rash, or the pregnant teenager, and the pregnant teens furious mother...or the kid with the chunk of crayon up his nose. The way he figured it, this was better then spending time with Jeb, and it would get Cuddy off his back for the rest of the year. Perfect.
Thirteen hovered around House for the next couple of weeks. Wolf's agent contacted House, getting tired of waiting for his call, and told him the price was originally $23,000. But apparently Wolf had insisted on it being cut in half so House's price for the two paintings was 11,500.
After nearly a month, and on a day when he found out that House didn't have a life threatening patient, right before lunch...Wolf appeared. Unlike how he had been looking the last time that House saw him, Wolf wasn't clean looking. He was covered in paint. His hands, clothes, face and hair. Little flecks and large smudges of red and blue and many other colors. He entered House's office, and his team, who were sitting in the next room, hurried out. Dragging Taub who wanted to watch. Jeb tossed House a white bag and he flopped wearily into one of the office chairs. "Hey." He said, and he reached inside and started eating fries quickly.
House sent the money, and he hoped that would be the last he saw of Wolf. Maybe he was like...a scam artist or something. Painting amazing portraits of rich people, getting close to them, pretending to be there friend, and then, like their money, he'd be gone. House really hoped it was one of those ties, and he was beginning to think so, until Jeb arrived in his office, looking like he was finger painting with five year olds. He was filthy. "...Hey." He looked a little suspicious, why was Jeb here, and where had his team gone? He imagined they'd have loved to watch him interact with him. Hell, Taub would probably end up timing him to see how long it would take for him to kick the painter out.
Wolf glanced at his watch and then pointed to the tv. He spoke though his face was stuffed with fries. "Show should be starting in a couple of minutes. New season. Drink in the bag." He settled back in his chair and pulled out a burger. He unwrapped it and bit into it. He looked at House confused. "Muh?" Which was really 'What?'.
Food had been brought. A peace offering. But now he wanted to watch the 'show' with him. He really couldn't believe this guy. "How can you even think about the show! I have a patient who's dying, and you're strolling in here like nothing." The look he got from Jeb told him that he saw right through the lie. "Alright, there is no patient, and I was going to watch it, and I was going to eat Wilson's rice-Kabob concoction...but lets see what you brought." He was distracted again, pulling out the drink, and studying the contents of the bag.
Jeb snorted. "It's just burger, fries, and a drink. Oh and cookies!" He really had a sweet tooth. "It ain't poisoned." He gulped his food down. But he had that same dreamy look when he talked about sweets. He propped himself in the chair to get comfy. He leaned to the side and threw one leg up so it hung off the arm of the chair. He took a swallow of his drink. "Tttttttttt-vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv!" He whined.
Cookies, burger, fries and a drink. And it was free. All he had to do was sit with Jeb for a little while and watch television. That was something he might be able to handle. As long as he didn't make a habit out of it. House flicked on the tv and sat back, grabbing a fry and chewing on it thoughtfully. He knew when the show was on, Jeb wouldn't talk, so yes, this would definitely work.
All too soon the show was over. Wolf was licking some chocolate from the cookie off of his thumb. "Ahh! Good show!" He said, satisfied. He groaned as he pulled himself up. "And now, back to work. Yippee." The 'yippee' sounded more like 'kill me'. He grabbed his bag and stuffed his empty drink in it. He stood and leaned over, snatching up House's empty bag. He stuffed a few of the garbage from him meal in it and then he climbed on the desk and quickly kissed House. He slid off and started towards the door. "See you soon!" He called, winking back at him.
It had been a good episode, a great way to start the new season. It wasn't even bad doing it with Wolf, he brought food after all, almost like a peace offering. House really was a simple man though, easy to please if you didn't completely piss him off. It was time for Jeb to leave, though he didn't sound happy about it. If the guy didn't like what he was doing, why did he do it? Not to say he should stop, he was very good at it, his own portrait was up in his living area, the one of the team hadn't quite made it to the hospital, but it was going in the meeting room adjacent to his office. Maybe he needed to make it a hobby, instead of a job. It was all very normal, the cleaning up part, and House was even going to ask him to come back next week. Until he crawled over his desk and kissed him. "Why do you keep doing that!" House had no idea, it didn't make sense, but with a simple wink, he was gone, and House was confused...again.
Wolf appeared a few days later, again with food. This time he looked cleaner. But from the look in his eyes he wasn't going to take no for an answer on whether or not he was going to stay. He arrived right before the show began. "In answer to your question. I do it for a couple of reasons. The kissing. But for now we'll go with, it annoys the hell out of you." This time he brought Halibut fish and fries. And again, dessert. This time was cheesecake. He settled back. "Show." He said, taking a swallow of his drink. Halfway through the show he stood and went to the tv. Fixing the volume so it was a little louder, probably figuring House wouldn't have helped had he asked. As he turned back to his chair though he stole another kiss. And then he flopped back in his chair. "Hey, be happy I didn't kiss you AFTER I had had the fish." He grinned and took a bite of the fish and once again his eyes were focused on the tv.
House wasn't planning on saying no, especially when he saw the food. Wilson had some casserole, and not even House wanted to venture a taste. They watched the show, and about halfway through Jeb got up to turn up the volume. Thats when he stole the kiss, and he had a point, at least it had been before the fish. "How much do they pay you?" To keep coming around...and kissing him, it made sense. There was no other explanation, his team was paying Jeb to do this.
Jeb blinked at House in confusion. "It depends on how detailed the painting is. How much detail is done and what the painting is about." Then he realized what he was talking about. "You mean your team? I haven't been paid anything. And they're not going to." He sighed softly. "It's not like I need the money." He shrugged and smiled. "I kept coming at first because they wouldn't stop bothering me about it. They can be...very ah..persistent. Also Foreman would break into my house when I tried to keep him out." He took another swallow. "Why do you ask?"
"Black men tend to do that, break into houses." House watched Wolf, now he was the one who seemed uncomfortable. House grinned and pulled out the sandwich, turning his attention back to the television. "But now you come around why? Because you think we're friends, that we've formed some kind of bond?" He paused. "But that doesn't explain the kisses, unless you do like me and come around seeking my favor. It doesn't make sense of you don't like me..." He shrugged, and then went back to work on his lunch.
Jeb couldn't help but blush. "I like you but ..I don't...like you like that...I just like bugging you. That's why I kiss you." He stared into his empty bag. "I'm not foolish enough to think that you're my friend. But you're the closest thing I have to one." He shifted uncomfortably. He didn't know how to explain it to House. He DID like House but he knew it wasn't love-like...well he thought so anyway. It was hard to explain, even to himself. He thought House was interesting. He had the most amazing eyes. And he actually did like the feel of House's lips. But that didn't make him gay! ...Did it? Jeb shook his head. He didn't want to talk about this. "Show's on. Quit talking." He mumbled.
House let the subject drop, until the next break. Commercials were great. "There are a hundred different ways of bugging someone, but you chose the most romantic, gayest way possible." He knew he had Jeb, the man was confused, heck, maybe even doubting his own sexuality, wouldn't that be cool? And yet, House liked Jeb coming around. He wasn't there every day, not in his face every moment, but it was actually like...a true friendship. Different.
Jeb bunched up his garbage into a ball and threw the paper at House's head. "Well what can I say? I'm a romantic at heart." He grinned. That was when Foreman stuck his head in. "House, we have a case. He's being moved here now." He placed the folder on his desk. Then he looked over at Jeb in slight confusion. Jeb just stared up at him curiously. Foreman shook his head muttering, "Damn, now I owe her fifty." He left the room, heading to the new patient's room. Jeb didn't really know what to do. His lunch hour was only half over... He looked at House. "Should I leave?"
House groaned. Why were they set on him meeting all the new patients? Couldn't they just look at him, and bring his file when they start talking? He was completely happy never meeting patients, in fact, had he not wandered into Jeb's room, he wouldn't have to deal with him all the time. And his doctors wouldn't be making bets. And he wouldn't be getting this free food, and those amazing paintings...hmmm...tough call. "It's up to you." House grabbed his cane and stood up. "But my lunch is over."
Jeb stood with a small smile. "Don't look so excited!" He said, grinning. "Besides, it can't be all bad. We're just trading an awesome show for a puzzle!" He waved over his shoulder and left then. Heading to the elevator.
Note: Please note that neither Alanakin nor I are racist. We were just trying to keep in character. And we apologize if we have offended anyone.
