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10 (more) Drabbles
TITLE: 10 Drabbles
AUTHOR: isidore13
PAIRING: House/Wilson
RATING: R/NC-17
WARNINGS: Spoilers up to today's episode are totally possible. So. Yeah. Also gay sex. I wrote this before today's episode though so it's not quite compliant.
SUMMARY: For the music drabble meme. thingie. 10 drabbles from songs on my playlist, random songs.
DISCLAIMER: House, M.D. is not mine, 'cos it'd be way smuttier if it was, and also less medical. So, arguably suckier.
NOTES: The drabbles are totally not at all interconnected.

The Rules:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards! (Yeah, I totally broke this rule. Like, completely.)
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

1. Kryptonite, 3 Doors Down, Better Life

The first time they tumbled into bed together House thought he'd finally found someone who'd stick with him this time. After all, Wilson had been putting up with his personality for the better part of a year, now. And sure, Wilson was married and so was House, but what did that matter, really? Stacey was getting boring anyway, even if she did still have great tits.

House had been planning out the divorce in his head right up until Wilson sat him down for a "talk". Wilson wasn't gay and last night had just been hormones and alcohol, hadn't it?

Of course it had. What else would it have possibly been, true love?


2. U Remind Me, Usher, 8701

Wilson couldn't look at House, these days, without thinking of Amber.

Her death really wasn't in any way House's fault. It wasn't.

But it was House's fault that Wilson had been starting to feel... things. Things about House that had been making him seek out Amber more and more, if only to make himself forget House.

When she passed away the grief had been very strong. He had - he did - still love Amber. It wouldn't be very respectful of her memory if he took up with House so soon after she'd passed, and Wilson wasn't sure he could be around House without wanting more than friendship. So he'd left.

Oh, all the reasons he gave House were absolutely true, of course.

But they weren't the real reasons.


3. The One, Backstreet Boys, Millennium

House had rarely been truly happy. He could count the number of times he'd really felt genuine happiness on one hand.

The first time had been when he married Stacey, despite all the times his father had told him that no woman would ever be able to put up with him with him long enough to even consider marriage.

The second time had been when he earned tenure at Princeton. It meant that pretty much no matter how horrible a person he was, he'd still have a job and get to solve the interesting cases.

The third time had been when he met Wilson.

This was the fourth time, and it seemed fitting that it had taken place in Wilson's bed, in Wilson's arms.


4. Drive, Incubus, Make Yourself

It had been more than a week since House had taken his last Vicodin. More than a week since the last time he'd needed a Vicodin.

The freedom was - damn it, he was going to say it - exhilarating. He went running everywhere, for the first time in so many years, even down to the drugstore for a newspaper in the morning, just to feel the sweat pouring down his face and his calf cramp up - his calf. Not his thigh.

His thigh didn't hurt at all.


5. Genie in a Bottle, Christina Aguilera, Christina Aguilera

House was licking whipped cream from the inside of an eclair. Licking and licking, his tongue pink and very long. And pink. And deft.

Wilson crossed his legs and glared. "You could just bite the end off, you know," he said, flicking his newspaper irritably.

"I could, but that wouldn't annoy you nearly as much, would it?" House said with a smirk, and blew a kiss at him from across the table.

He really was very put-upon, actually. Between the constant sexual undertones in the conversation and the constant fratboy pranking, living with House was exhausting.


6. Redneck Woman, Gretchen Wilson, Here for the Party

House had never been the white picket fence type, as anyone could guess after talking to him for more than thirty seconds.

He had, however, always kind of liked the idea of spending the rest of his life learning the very best ways to annoy the crap out of someone. He hated people in general, but they were also almost always the most complex of puzzles, whether you were looking at a patient or a lover.

It was a shame that he hadn't really finished solving the puzzle of Stacey when she'd... well, not really betrayed him, but that's what it had felt like. He'd been very, very close to solving it, though.

Cameron, Foreman, and Chase had been disgustingly easy to solve, and Cuddy wasn't even worth discussing - she was almost too simple. He had her figured out within five minutes of meeting her.

Wilson had been pretty simple to figure out in the beginning, too, actually, but the trouble with the Wilson-puzzle was that Wilson kept adding new bits to it.

House rather thought he could spend the rest of his life trying to figure that out.


7. So Unsexy, Alanis Morissette, Under Rug Swept

Every time Wilson picked someone over him, it felt like rejection.

House was very careful to never, ever analyse why. They were both straight. Totally straight. Even if they did both subscribe to the same dirty gay porno magazines (House had never really bothered to hide his, because Stacey had liked to look at them too). Even if they did both think Chase would make a really hot cabana boy under different circumstances.

And even if they had blown each other twice.

One swallow doesn't make a summer, and four doesn't make a gay relationship.

But it didn't change the fact that he was self-centered and selfish, and damn it, Wilson was his friend first, husband/boyfriend/whatever else to whoever else second.


8. I Know, Dionne Farris, Wild Seed, Wild Flower

They were friends, first of all, before everything else. That was why Wilson never quite managed not to answer the phone when House called him, because usually it was friendly talk. Well, as friendly as talking with Gregory House ever got, anyway.

Every once in a while, though, the phone would ring, and it would be House on the other end only not quite. His voice would be just a little more raspy, his breath coming a little quicker.

Then Wilson would pitch his own voice differently in response, and soon enough they were talking dirty to each other, listening to each other rub off noisily. Wilson always saw his cock sliding into House's ass when he closed his eyes.

Wilson's second wife had caught them. She hadn't been all that surprised when she'd learned it was House on the other end of the call - and Wilson hadn't been surprised when her half of the closet was empty when he got home from work the next day.


9. Secret Garden, Bruce Springsteen, Greatest Hits

House had a funny way of opening up to people. He had no trouble at all showing people the worst parts of himself, the angry, bitter parts, the part of him that wouldn't hesitate to poke the most wounded part of you, once he'd found it - and he had an uncanny way of finding it almost without trying.

The parts he didn't like to show were the good parts. He didn't like admitting at all that he might enjoy your company - let alone any kind of deeper feeling like love. He didn't like people to know that actually, he quite liked kids. They tended to be more honest than adults, where it counted and where it didn't.

That didn't mean he wanted any of his own.

Wilson liked to think he was one of the few that House had really ever opened his heart to. After all, he'd admitted once (even if it had been reluctant) that Wilson was worth something to him.

That was why Wilson found himself back at House's door after their trip back to House's hometown. He realised he needed House just as badly (just as unhealthily?) as House needed him.


10. Umbrella, Rihanna, Good Girl Gone Bad

It was odd how he'd never really noticed it before, but Wilson had stood with him longer than anyone else in his life.

Of course he hadn't thought about it until Wilson was gone, was refusing to see or talk to him.

He'd always known he really needed Wilson, but he'd never let himself think about why, until Wilson wasn't there to be needed. It became plainly obvious why he needed Wilson the first time he woke up with stained sheets and a dream memory of his cock in Wilson's mouth.

Now all he had to do was set about getting Wilson to realise that while they might not be good at being friends, he was sure they'd be really fucking brilliant as lovers.