027. Parents

Confessions in the Night

"Have you told your parents about us?" Wilson asked quietly.

He was half on top and half curled around House so he felt his lover tense up immediately.

"I'll take that as a no," he murmured, pressing a soothing kiss onto House's neck just below the stubble.

"My…my Mom knows," House said reluctantly. "She guessed."

"How did she react?"

House snorted. "She was surprised but happy. She likes you. She thinks you're good for me. She's pleased you make me happy." The last was said rather sarcastically.

Wilson raised an eyebrow. "I don't make you happy? You seemed pretty thrilled earlier."

Wilson heard the low chuckle that rumbled through the chest he was resting on.

"Yeah, I suppose I was."

There was a moment of comfortable silence before Wilson spoke again.

"What about your Dad?"

"Mom's going to tell him," House admitted after a long pause.

"Is he going to be upset that…" Wilson's voice trailed off awkwardly.

"That his son is a fag?" House said sarcastically. "Well, I've disappointed him in every other way, why not this?"

"I'm sure he's not disappointed in you," Wilson said firmly. "He doesn't know that you…bat for both teams? Parents often do."

House's arms tightened around Wilson, pulling him even closer as though he was unconsciously looking for comfort.

"I think Mom's suspected since she guessed so quickly," he said quietly. "But I don't think Dad's ever thought that way. Mom said to leave him to her; she'll know the best way to tell him."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Wilson said soothingly then he paused for a moment. "I told my parents."

He could almost hear House's eyebrows going up.

"What did they say?" House asked, amusement starting to creep into his voice.

"My mother was disappointed at first since she wanted more grandchildren," Wilson replied. "But she likes you for some reason so she bounced back pretty well. She says you have to come over for Hanukah this year. She insisted."

He laughed as House's groan reverberated in his ear.

"I think I'm on duty that night," House said hastily.

"Oh no, you're not," Wilson said firmly. "I've already made arrangements with Cuddy. If I have to go, you have to go. You're not getting out of this one."

"Now this is why I try and stay out of relationships," House pointed out.

"Too bad," Wilson said with amusement. "You're in this one now and I'm not letting you go." He paused then said with a laugh in his voice, "There are perks of course."

"You mean if I go, I get sex?" House asked, the leer plain in his tone.

"Well, that too," Wilson said with mock-thoughtfulness. "I was more thinking that if you go, my mother will insist on feeding you. And making sure we take lots of food home with us."

"Mmm, your mother's cooking and sex," House said with satisfaction. "Okay, you've convinced me. Both better be worth it though."

"I'm sure they will," Wilson replied.

"What did your Dad say?" House asked after a few more moments of silence.

Wilson snickered. "He took it better than Mom. He just looked me up and down and said 'About time you worked it out. Pity you didn't do it after the second wedding. Would have saved a lot of money.'"

House's laugh was loud and genuine. "I think I like your Dad."

"You two are going to get along really well," Wilson said dryly. "Which is a worry for the rest of us."

House pulled him up and kissed him slowly.

"Enough talk about parents," he said when the kiss broke.

"Yeah," Wilson breathed as he leaned back in to continue the kiss.