014. Green

I Wore It For You

House leaned on the balustrade of the balcony he shared with Wilson and stared out into the distance. His cane was propped up against the wall next to him and a half-empty coffee cup sat on his other side. He was brooding and he knew it but he couldn't seem to stop himself. Wilson had turned up in his office this morning wearing that damn green tie and he'd been surprised and startled by the wave of jealously that had washed through him. He hadn't particularly wanted to think about why he'd felt those things so he'd reacted by being particularly sardonic. But Wilson hadn't reacted; he'd simply smiled and responded with warm banter before leaving for his own office.

Wilson had returned several times during the day, always with those warm smiles and amused looks. And always with the calm banter to counter House's increasingly bitter sarcasm. Wilson's last appearance had been about mid-afternoon and once he'd finally left, his eyes gleaming with tolerant amusement, House had descended in bitter brooding. He briefly wondered who Wilson was wearing the green tie for before dismissing that thought with a savage shake of his head. Wilson could wear the green tie for whomever he liked; his divorce had become final a week ago.

Throughout the day House had rigorously avoided thinking about that initial reaction of his to Wilson's green tie. His bisexuality wasn't much of an issue to him but he'd never told Wilson. There had been no need. Wilson had been married…three times and he'd been with Stacy then the infarction had occurred and well…it just never seemed like something to worry about. But one thing he had done before everything had fallen apart was to acknowledge his attraction to the other man. He hadn't done anything more than that; he'd been happy with Stacy after all. He'd loved her. But no one would deny that Wilson was very handsome in that boyish way of his.

"You planning on staying out here all night?"

House gave a start at the sound of Wilson's voice but steadfastly did not turn.

"What are you doing here?" he said brusquely.

"Am I supposed to be somewhere else?" Wilson said with amusement as he moved over to lean on the balustrade next to House.

"I presumed you'd be with whoever you're wearing that green tie for," House snapped.

Wilson was silent for a long moment and when House snuck a look, the younger man looked thoughtful.

"Who says I'm not?" Wilson said quietly.

House frowned, unsure of what to make of Wilson's reply.

"Where's your team?" Wilson asked before he could decide what to say.

"Sent them home," House replied, sounding distracted. "The patient's stable, nothing any of us can do now except wait."

"Good," Wilson said. "You think I wear this tie to look…pretty? To impress someone?"

House scowled. "It's the only damn tie you own that Julie or one of your other wives didn't buy you. You let them have the house but for some reason you keep the ties."

Wilson chuckled. "Well…I suppose you have a point…with everything. I guess I do wear it to impress someone."

"Debbie from Accounting," House spat out. "Or that little nurse in Oncology. What her name? Alice or Amy or something."

Wilson was silent again then he sighed. "Dammit House, you're not usually this obtuse. I'm wearing the damn tie for you. I suppose it's not really to impress you so much as the fact you noticed that it's a tie I bought for myself."

House's eyes narrowed. "Why?" he demanded.

Wilson sighed and let his head drop slightly. "I haven't really done this well, have I?"

"I can't really comment on that since I don't know what the hell it is you're trying to do," House replied.

"Oh, what the hell," Wilson muttered. "I'm trying to do this."

Wilson reached over with one hand and turned House's face towards his own before leaning in and kissing him.

House froze, unable to countenance what was happening and almost sure he must have fallen asleep in the chair in his office and was dreaming. Except that was Wilson's hand so warmly cupping his cheek and Wilson's lips pressed against his own and never in any of his dreams had it all happened so surprisingly, so unexpectedly, with Wilson being the one to take the lead. As his thoughts ran around in his head in a jumble he felt Wilson start to pull back, probably disappointed and maybe even embarrassed by his lack of response. And he knew he couldn't let that happen. Because if Wilson were to pull back now, he would probably never try this again and House didn't want this to end.

House turned towards Wilson, ignoring the spike of pain that lanced up from his leg at his sudden and slightly injudicious movement. He grabbed Wilson's hips and pulled the younger man close, taking control of the kiss and demanding entrance to Wilson's mouth. That permission was given eagerly and his sudden plundering of Wilson's mouth was greeted with a moan that reverberated through them both. The hand that had been on his cheek slid around and buried itself in his hair while Wilson's other hand grabbed at his shirt almost convulsively.

House wrapped his arms around Wilson fervently, possessively, trusting the other man to keep them upright. He ripped his mouth away from Wilson's, revelling in the desperate mewling sound that action garnered. He ran a line of biting kisses and soothing licks along Wilson's jawline until he reached the delicate skin near his ear. As he kissed and bit at that skin, he heard Wilson moan.

"God," Wilson said breathlessly.

House smirked then said in a low, hoarse voice directly into Wilson's ear, "You called?"

The comment broke the intense air around the two men and Wilson laughed before pulling House's head around so that he could kiss him. This kiss was calmer and less urgent and when it ended House let his forehead rest gently against Wilson's.

"I like your tie," he said after a few moments of regaining his breath.

"I wore it for you," Wilson replied.

House returned the smile. "Come home," he said simply. "Get out of that stupid hotel you insisted on staying at and come home."

Wilson smiled. "Gladly."