Only Have Sex With Friends

Title: Only Have Sex With Friends
Author: WarpedMindedYaoi & NightmareAhead
Chapter: 1/1
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson
Warning: male/male sex
Summary: House makes a drunken confession.
Disclaimer: We do not own House or any of its characters; we are only playing with them.
Note: This is a role-play between WarpedMindedYaoi and NightmareAhead. Warped plays Wilson and Nightmare plays House.

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Gregory House limped his way past Cuddy, past Cameron, past Forman and Chase, and finally made it into his office. He locked the door and closed all the blinds before going out onto the balcony to lean over the rail and stare aimlessly at the parking lot. House was trying to get rid the one thing that had been on his mind for the past couple of weeks, his best friend James Wilson. Running his hands over his face, he sighed and popped a vicoden.

Wilson peeked out his door and walked out onto the balcony and walked over to his best friend, House. Who in fact, insults him, steals his food, takes his money, and forges his signature. He rolled his eyes as he sighed, 'Same old House,' he thought. Wilson stood beside House and nudged him.

"What's got you so glum, Mr. Grumpy Face,” he teased.

House grunted and shoved his friend back, "Don’t you have people to tell they are dying?" He tried hard to ignore the tingle that shot up his spine when Jimmy touched him.

The thoughts that had been plaguing his mind reinforced themselves and he leaned closer to the wall to hide his sudden erection. Wilson was all he thought about now. His hair, his eyes, his smile, everything that House normally didn’t care about suddenly did.

Wilson rolled his eyes, "You know none of that trying to get me away stuff works. I know a lot about you, more than you probably know... or remember from all the pill popping you do." He leaned over and grabbed the bottle right out of House's hand. "And to think, most of these problems are just in people’s heads, none of it is real." James poured seven pills out into his hand and swallowed them all. He grinned at House, "These placebos seem to work."

House smirked and pulled the real bottle out of his pocket. "Worked once, wont work again, Jimmy," he said before popping a real pill into his mouth.

His erection now gone, he turned around and leaned his back against the railing, looking his friend over. "Let's get outta here," he grabbed his cane and hopped over the divider to stand in front of Wilson.

Wilson couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah sure, let’s go... where exactly?" hge looked curiously at his friend with his dark brown eyes.

House led them out of the hospital, over to Wilson's car, and got into the passengers side. When his friend was in the car he told him to drive to the bar they frequented. Once there House limped his way over to a booth and waited for the waitress to come over so he could order a drink, he needed one for what he was about to do.

Wilson frowned as he walked into the bar and nodded at the waitress for his drink, and two orders of chicken strips. He sometimes just makes two orders and just lets House think he is stealing his food. 


James got a fond smile on his face and shook his head. He sat down in their traditional booth, in front of House. "So... you really do look upset. What's happened? Nothing really bad happened right?" he was starting to get worried.

House shook his head as he stole a chicken strip from his friend’s plate. "I've just had something stuck on my mind lately. Drink up, Jimmy," he raised his glass in salute before downing the whole thing and waving the waitress to get another round. He needed Wilson at least slightly drunk before he brought up the subject and a few drinks would help him as well.

Wilson shook his head fondly, "I have to work early tomorrow. I can't just be drinking all night with you. Just tell me what is on your mind, and we will work it out, okay?" He reached over and held House's hand gently in his, before letting go, and leaning back as he swallowed the drink whole. He winced when he realized it was a stronger drink than he was used to. "Whew, geez House. You didn't have to change my drink order."

"Just shut up and drink, Jimmy," he growled out before taking a sip of his own drink and slamming it down on the table. "You're calling in sick tomorrow. So am I. We're getting at least tipsy tonight so, like I said before, shut up and drink."

Wilson's eyes were wide at how rude House was being so he took another drink of his alcohol before sighing, "Whatever. I can't miss work tomorrow. So... say whatever you damn want, House. Tell me. It won't make you feel better if I am drunk when you tell me something and I forget when you expect me to remember!"

"I would prefer if you didn’t remember after I told you, hence the drinking!" House shouted before downing the rest of his drink and grabbing Wilson’s that he then downed as well.

Now somewhat drunk, House tried to get up from his booth, "Just bring me home, Jimmy. Forget everything."

Wilson rolled his eyes and stood up, helping his friend, who in some way he wished wasn't his friend, because House was a scary, weird drunk.

"Fine. You need the sleep anyway," he bit out as he got into the car and drove to House's place. He helped him inside and set him on the couch.

House grabbed Wilson's hand before he could walk away and pulled him down on the couch next to him.

"You know you're my best friend, Jimmy. No! You're my only friend! That's probably one of the reasons I love you so fucking much," he grumbled.

Wilson couldn't help but smile a little at that. "Same here, House. You know that." He patted his friend’s hand affectionately and moved to stand up again. "I really need to go and you really need to sleep, alright?"

House pulled Wilson back down and held on to make sure the other couldn’t get up. "No, you don't get it. I love you, Jimmy. That's what I've wanted to tell you. You're all I think about. I didn’t even feel this way about what’s-her-name," he slightly slurred out.

Wilson looked at House with wide eyes, "Oh... I never knew you felt that way. Why didn't you say anything before?" He sighed exasperatedly, "You could have told me when you were sober."

House sighed as well before saying, "Of course I couldn't have. Don’t you know me at all? I don’t do feelings! But you make me feel shit and I don’t know what to do about it. It freaks me out."

Wilson couldn't hold it in, he let out a chuckle, "You make me feel like shit more often than not. You make me feel like I am below you." He made House look up into his eyes, and he kissed him softly.

Shocked, House remained perfectly still with his eyes wide open. Was Wilson really kissing him? Was this all a drunken hallucination?

Deciding to just go with it, House slowly closed his eyes and started to move his lips against Wilson's, loving the moment of bliss.

Wilson groaned as he pushed House to make him lay down on the couch. He straddled him, rocking his erection against his co-workers.

House was worried about his leg for a second, but Wilson seemed to instinctively avoid it, so he just focused on the feeling of his best friend’s hard cock rocking against his own. He let out a moan as he moved his hands down to cup Jimmy's ass and ground himself harder against him.

Wilson gasped as he arched back and reached his hand down and started tugging House's pants open. Once the hard cock was out in the open he started to fist it slowly.

"Just relax. I will do all this,” he whispered as he leaned down and started kissing House deeply.

House groaned at the feeling of Wilson's hand wrapped around his cock. He stuck his tongue deeply into the others mouth and tried to focus on the kiss so he didn’t cum right away. His hands fumbled at Wilson's fly for a moment before he was able to pull the other's cock out as well. Smearing the small bit of precum at the tip, House started to fist it in time with his friend’s ministrations.

James whimpered as he felt his slit being teased with and tried to thrust into House's hand.

"Oh... Oh! Fuck yes. Just perfect," he groaned, his head thrown back and he started rocking back and forth. His hand tightened and loosened convulsively around his best friend’s hard cock. "Come on House, cum for me," he growled, looking down with lust filled eyes.

House threw his head back when he heard those words coming from his best friend. His balls drew up as his cock filled before releasing all over Jimmy's hand and his own chest. He started to pant, now spent, but kept jerking the cock in his hand, "Come on, Jimmy, cum."

Wilson was awed by how erotic House looked while coming. He felt a zing of white-hot passion shoot down his spine and into his cock.

He was arched over House now, panting, shaking. "I-I'm gonna cum... ohhh!" he cried out as he shot all over House and himself. "Fuck."

Before he could think it over, Gregory House moved over on the couch and pulled his friend down to do something he would deny to his death; cuddle. He spooned himself behind Jimmy, kissing him lightly on the neck, "You tell anyone about this and I will kill you."

James chuckled and shook his head, "Of course you wouldn't kill me. Then you wouldn't have a best friend to take my place and you would have no one listen to you complain, or make fun of Cuddy's ass, or even Cameron's ass. Let's just make it fair, even Chase and Foreman's asses too." He grinned and turned around in House's arms. Wilson leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his friend’s lips.

To hide his smirk House kissed back, but then pulled back and grumbled, "Come on, go to sleep. It's bad enough I'm cuddling, I'm not doing the post-coital chat as well." His leg not up for the trip to his room, House settled down on the couch and closed his eyes, hoping Jimmy would follow his lead.

Wilson gave a small smile and closed his eyes too. "House... I will never have a best friend ever like you again, I know that for a fact." He whispered. He let out a sigh as he fell asleep.

House’s eyes popped open, "You better not!" he growled out. The thought of Jimmy with someone else like this bothered him, but he just resolved to keep the man with him from now on before he too fell asleep.

The End.