Oh my god. For once, Wilson isn't at the butt of one of House's jokes. This time, I messed with House himself.
The Buddy Collections
Chapter 29: Ain't It Just Dainty?
House was greeted by the smell of freshly baked cookies when he arrived at his apartment after a long day of work. He left his bag and jacket in a pile near the floor and made a bee-line for the kitchen.
He found Wilson with his sleeves rolled up, pulling a tray of cookies out of the oven and setting another in it. He was completely wrapped up in what he was doing, House was sure; he always at least called a greeting out to him.
The diagnostician leaned his cane up against the wall and snuck up quietly behind the younger man.
Wilson turned to get something, taking in a sharp, startled breath when he noticed his lover, "House!"
The other grinned, "Aw, did I scare you?"
"God, I don't know how a gimp manages to be so damn sneaky!" Wilson sighed, leaning against the counter.
House pointedly looked at the mess on the counter, "... What's the occasion?"
"Ah, well... I have to go to an oncologist conference for a week... and macadamia nut cookies hold up better then macadamia nut pancakes."
"You're making me a shitload of sugary treats because you feel bad for having to do your job? ... Do you know how much I love you?"
Wilson chuckled, "I figured you'd appreciate them."
"But, we won't be able to have sex for a week. ... Wait. You didn't hire me a temporary lover, did you?" House grinned slyly.
"Hmph. Just for that, don't count on getting laid for the next month." Wilson turned his back on the older man.
"Hey! I was joking! Joking!"
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I know it's only been a few days, but it feels like it's been forever since I last posted. Sorry. I got distracted and wrote a "House, M.D." smut!fic that has nothing to do with these drabbles. And then I posted it!
I know it was short, but I like it. :D
