Inside of the bar was like a completely different world. Draped across the rafters were dangling white Christmas lights that seemed to be the only source of light.
On the floor was a large, spread out dance floor in front of the D.J's booth. Against one wall was a large bar with spinning stools in front of it, and the opposite wall had low set tables with what appeared to be differently colored pillows all around them. A scarce few couples were sitting on the pillows and one or two were standing near the D.J's booth, drinks in hand. Around the whole bar, speakers of all shapes and sizes hung on the walls, making the whole bar vibrate with sound.
"Oh my god…" Wilson was thrown for a loop, or maybe two. He slowly followed House over to the bar and sat down. Behind the bar was a gruff looking, but seemingly kind man.
"What'll you boys be drinking tonight?" His nametag read 'Jeff'.
"I'll have a dry scotch and…. What do you want darling? My treat." House set his hand on Wilson's knee, causing Wilson to promptly freak out.
"B-b-beer! Just a beer please."
Jeff chuckled as he got the drinks out from under the counter. "Still in the closet honey? That's okay, you can be yourself here! No one to judge you." He winked and handed the beer bottle over to Wilson.
"Th-thanks…. I think." He took a long drink of beer.
"So," The bartender set down the drinks and leaned against the counter. "You boys thinking of taking a ride?"
A coughing fit took over Wilson as he tried hard not to spit out his beer. House gently smashed him in the back.
"You okay honey?" Jeff looked concerned.
"I'm afraid so…. Dare I ask what you meant by a 'ride'?"
Jeff chuckled and turned to house. "He's got a dirty mind eh?"
"You think that's dirty you should see our bed sheets." House winked suggestively.
Smiling, Jeff walked out from behind the bard, and headed for a large, sheet-cover object in the corner of the room.
"I meant, taking a ride on THIS."
"Oh god…" Wilson groaned and set his head down on the counter. "Please tell me THAT is not why you brought me here!"
Underneath the tarp was a mess of gears, metal parts and pivots, all topped with a brown leather saddle. It took Wilson a few minutes, but he eventually saw the form of a bull in the pile of metal.
House smirked and downed his drink. "You cannot tell me that you've never dreamed of ridding a hot, uncontrollable animal!"
Maybe it was the added rasp of his voice from the scotch, but the sexiness of Houses voice sent shivers down Wilson's spine. Turning back to the mechanical bull, Wilson drank his beer in a vain attempt to quell the stirring between his legs.
"So?" Jeff patted the bull's saddle, sending a wave of dust into the air. "You think you'll try him out?"
"No… I don't think that would be a good ide-"
"Of course it would!" House interrupted Wilson, tipping back his head, and shaking out the last few drops from his tumbler. "Pour me another, my fine flamboyant friend!"
Jeff rolled his eyes and made his way back and refilled Houses tumbler with the amber liquid.
"By the way" Wilson sipped his beer slowly. His groin was still warm from the unexpected arousal. "Have you… been here before?"
"I think the proper way to ask that is 'Come here often?'" House threw back his second scotch in just a few seconds, and slammed his glass on the hardwood surface.
"You're hitting it a little hard tonight fella. You nervous about something?" Jeff refilled the glass and left the bottle on the countertop.
Wilson watched as house quickly knocked back three more, and then finally slowed down. An awkward silence fell between the friends as they nursed their drinks. Music poured around them along with the sounds of other men talking around the bar.
Suddenly, something dawned on him.
"The bartender was right!" Wilson punctuated his phrase by slamming his beer down onto the bar.
House stared, mid-sip, at the man sitting on his right. "Care to elaborate? Cause if you're coming out of the closet I need to get my camera."
"No no no, you're drinking a lot."
A few beats passed between the two friends. House waved his hands in front of Wilson's face.
"Did you just meet me? The only think I ingest more of than liquor is vicodin."
"Yes, but your not so…" Wilson made a strange gesture with his hands. "choppy in your intake."
"On behalf of the rest of Dollywood," He motioned to the dance floor behind him where one or two couples were beginning to dance. "I'd just like to say 'What?'."
"You were just inhaling your scotch, then you slowed down, were fast again, then slow…" He watched as House gulped the rest of his glass. "And NOW you're going fast again!"
"Yeah. I thought my liver could use a break. Poor little fella is about to crawl outta my body." Strangely enough, House would not meet Wilson's eyes.
"House… are you really… you know." Uncomfortable didn't even begin to describe Wilson's face at that moment. "Gay?" The word seemed to hang between them in the air.
"Are you really, you know, that dense?" House mocked.
Another awkward silence passed.
"What, was that a yes or a no?"
"You wanna find out?"
The next few minutes passed by in mere nanoseconds. Suddenly, House was very close to Wilson, but it was far from uncomfortable. House had to lean onto the bar because his cane was abandoned by his seat. Breath mingled in the space between them, hot and musky.
"You want to find out…?" House's voice was gravely and sent fire through Wilson. A million images passed through him at once. House over top of him, House's lips on his lips. House's lips on his collar bones, on his pecks, his stomach….
Then, as quickly as it had started, it ended. House was walking away, towards the mechanical bull. The first thought into Wilson's head was 'What the hell just happened?' Followed quickly by 'Why the hell did it end?!'
