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Summary: On Wilson's dirty secrets.
Fandom: House
Word Count: 295
Rating/Warnings: R
Pairing: House/Wilson
A/N: I started writing this months ago, appropos of nothing, and decided to use it for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ficwriters_anon (cause I was gonna write Dr. Thirteen/Phantom Stranger, but decided that was way the hell too obvious). I'm kind of surprised nobody got it, because it's got me written all over it. Mad props to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
leiascully for sussing it out. PS: This journal goes back on regular posting on October 6thish.
He’s got this unspoken thing for bodice-ripper scenes, stormy seductions that only happen in fiction, the kind that end with him gasping and writhing against a wall somewhere. It’s been two wives since anyone understood it; it's not a thought that a man is really supposed to have, and he knows that. He’s supposed to be unflinching and virile and always in control. He doesn’t want to be.
For a self-confessed lecher, he’s pretty damn bad at telling when someone wants him. Christ, he doesn’t know how he didn’t- there are coma patients who knew before he did. That’s just how House is (subtle as a Mack truck, gentle as a heart attack). But, pessimistic and self absorbed as Wilson seems to be these days, it completely passes him by.
So it’s a total shock to him when he ends up just where he wants, pressed up against the bookshelf in House’s living room. He doesn’t catch on until House is only half an inch from him, staring at him like he’s the best thing on the menu. Wilson has no idea what to do, which turns out just fine, as House knows exactly what he’s doing.
When House’s lips meet his, Wilson slams right through what must be the shortest sexuality crisis in history- his capacity for logical thought is shit at the moment, but he’s never been attracted to a man before, he’s certainly enjoying this, ergo, he must be either (choice a) attracted to no men but House or possibly (choice b) a giant slut. Mercifully, House chooses that moment to grab him through his pants, and Wilson's brain just runs for the hills.
Cause apparently, you can’t always get what you want, but when you do, you get it in spades.
Summary: On Wilson's dirty secrets.
Fandom: House
Word Count: 295
Rating/Warnings: R
Pairing: House/Wilson
A/N: I started writing this months ago, appropos of nothing, and decided to use it for
ficwriters_anon (cause I was gonna write Dr. Thirteen/Phantom Stranger, but decided that was way the hell too obvious). I'm kind of surprised nobody got it, because it's got me written all over it. Mad props to leiascully for sussing it out. PS: This journal goes back on regular posting on October 6thish.He’s got this unspoken thing for bodice-ripper scenes, stormy seductions that only happen in fiction, the kind that end with him gasping and writhing against a wall somewhere. It’s been two wives since anyone understood it; it's not a thought that a man is really supposed to have, and he knows that. He’s supposed to be unflinching and virile and always in control. He doesn’t want to be.
For a self-confessed lecher, he’s pretty damn bad at telling when someone wants him. Christ, he doesn’t know how he didn’t- there are coma patients who knew before he did. That’s just how House is (subtle as a Mack truck, gentle as a heart attack). But, pessimistic and self absorbed as Wilson seems to be these days, it completely passes him by.
So it’s a total shock to him when he ends up just where he wants, pressed up against the bookshelf in House’s living room. He doesn’t catch on until House is only half an inch from him, staring at him like he’s the best thing on the menu. Wilson has no idea what to do, which turns out just fine, as House knows exactly what he’s doing.
When House’s lips meet his, Wilson slams right through what must be the shortest sexuality crisis in history- his capacity for logical thought is shit at the moment, but he’s never been attracted to a man before, he’s certainly enjoying this, ergo, he must be either (choice a) attracted to no men but House or possibly (choice b) a giant slut. Mercifully, House chooses that moment to grab him through his pants, and Wilson's brain just runs for the hills.
Cause apparently, you can’t always get what you want, but when you do, you get it in spades.
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Date: 2012-06-25 04:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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