Hello from the author. This is the first slash I've ever done so don't be too harsh. ;D
I hope you enjoy it. More will come soon,I hope.
House lay on his side in his bed and pretended to be asleep. His leg was aching as it always did this time in the morning, and he realised his left foot had gone to sleep. He could hear quiet breathing coming from beside him and could feel the warmth of Wilson's body against his bare flesh. It was all coming back to him now, a flood of images from the night before.
Did I really do that? House wondered to himself as he recalled a particularly lurid image. Beside him, Wilson rolled over and muttered something.
His is all your fault, House berated himself. I hate me. His friend yawned and stretched out his arms. He's awake. Now what? What are you going to say? I'm sorry I didn't mean it to go that far?
Wilson slipped out from under the bedclothes. House was tempted to sneak a glance, but he resisted the urge. He wouldn't be surprised if Wilson just left, but he didn't. His friend kept standing there.
And then House felt Wilson's hand stroking through his hair, and his lips kissing him lightly on the forehead, before his friend turned away and went into the kitchen. There was the clatter of cups as Wilson started to make them coffee.
I guess he doesn't mind then, House thought,a slight smile creeping over his face.