045. Moon

Melody

Wilson slouched on the couch in House's apartment, three sheets to the wind and stuffed full of pizza. His tie was somewhere on the floor behind the couch, his shirtsleeves were rolled up and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. He had his fourth, or possibly fifth, beer in his hand and he was watching House play the piano with the intense concentration of someone who is pretty much drunk but doesn't want anyone to know about it. He took another swallow of beer as House changed tack and started singing.

"Blue moon, you saw me standing alone, without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own."

Wilson snorted beer out of his nose at the mocking tone House was using and made a disgusted sound.

"Was that for the song or your intriguing whale impression?" House said with a smirk, the tune he was playing once again shifting.

"Both," Wilson replied as he wiped beer off his face with his hand.

"You wipe that on my couch and I'll be forced to play Britney Spears," House warned him.

"Well, we can't have that," Wilson replied vaguely as he switched direction and wiped his hand on his trousers.

It was House's turn to snort as he reached for his beer with one hand and continued playing random notes with the other. Wilson's head lolled on the back of the couch as he watched House drink and swallow, the motions of the other man's throat making something shift inside.

"I want to kiss you," he said abruptly and had the pleasure of watching House splutter on his beer.

"You what?" House said incredulously.

"I want to kiss you," Wilson repeated, sitting up with an effort and putting his beer on the table.

"You mean you're drunk, you're feeling lonely and I'm the only other person in the room," House said with a sneer.

Wilson got rather unsteadily to his feet and walked over to where House was sitting. House had inadvertently returned to playing Blue Moon and Wilson could hear the lyrics running through his mind, Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for, you heard me saying a prayer for, somebody I really could care for.

He placed his hands on House's shoulders, feeling them tense up at his touch, then he leaned forward so his mouth was a bare inch from House's ear.

"Well, I am drunk," he admitted. "But I'm not that drunk. Or that lonely. And I really, really want to kiss you."

House's hands stuttered to a halt and he sat still and silent. Wilson took that as a good sign; if House was truly pissed at him for making such a suggestion he'd have been out the door already. Which meant House didn't mind the idea, maybe even liked it, maybe even wanted it.

With the melody from Blue Moon still running through his mind, Wilson leaned forward a bit more, resting some of his weight against House and smiling at the sudden indrawn breath that action gained. He let his hands drift down House's chest as he pressed a soft kiss against the side of House's neck. His hands were suddenly caught in a tight grip and he could hear House's breathing quicken.

"Why?" came the harsh question.

The lyrics from Blue Moon swirled around in his mind and he smiled again as he leaned in and whispered into House's ear, "Please adore me."

House started and he felt the older man shiver. For a moment, nothing happened then House turned his head and Wilson could see the fear, the mistrust, the hesitation and the curiousity on those blue eyes. He smiled once more then gently pressed his lips against the other man's. House's lips parted with a soft sigh and Wilson took the invitation for what it was, deepening the kiss but keeping it gentle. When they finally parted, he was pleased to see the emotions of before in House's eyes had been replaced with a lazy haze of pleasure and desire and what might be the first hints of happiness.

The piano started again and he chuckled softly. It was still the same song and when House continued to look at him, he knew which verse he was playing.

Blue moon, now I'm no longer alone, without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own.