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Title: Stronghold

Tuesday April 19, 2005; House’s House; New Jersey; 10:00 pm

Wilson had been too surprised to say anything about it. He wasn’t even sure if he should say anything. How does one go about talking about something like that with their friend, their very male best friend?

He wasn’t against people who were like that or did that he just, didn’t think he was like that. Though, maybe he had to rethink that because it had, although short, been amazing. And he wasn’t sure if he wanted it to be amazing or not.

If he ran away from that feeling, denied it and forgot about it, he wondered what that would do to House? It would make his own life easier, but House might try and push him away again. Their friendship would become awkward and they would avoid each other until they ended up barely speaking. He didn’t want that.

If he accepted that it was amazing and tried to pursue it then it would catapult his friendship with House into something he never expected to experience with another man.

Did that make him gay? Nope, it better not because last time he checked woman got him just as aroused as House did. Wait, was that right? Wilson looked over at House who was sitting beside him on the couch watching tv. Though not drop dead gorgeous he was still very attractive with his intense eyes, strong stubbled jaw and wicked but kissable lips. His heart began to race and his mind took him into arousing thoughts.

He shook his head and looked away. That wasn’t suppose to happen, he was heterosexual! And maybe more than a little Housesexual. No, yes, yes, yes oh, god he wanted to jump Houses’s bones. He dropped his head into his hands and groaned in dispar. Why, oh why of all times did this have to happen now? He wasn’t prepared to deal with this.

O.o.O.o.O.o.O.o.O.

House shot a quick glance at James as he stared absently at the wall. He wondered what was going though Jimmy’s head, if he’d come to a conclusion about what he was going to do in regards to the kiss. He had no reason not to believe that was what James was thinking about. If he were in that position he would, after nearly crushing the hopes of whomever had kissed him first because boy, he wouldn’t want the other to falsely think there could be a thing between them. And it would be fun too, seeing that little twinkle of hope in their eyes die and their face fall in defeat.

That could be him though, if Jimmy decided to reject him and if that was the case then the world around him would be screwed. He wouldn’t fault Jimmy for not wanting him however, he understood that people - even Jimmy - saw a lot of things wrong with who he was. But he was human too and though he was often at loathed to accept it, he had human needs and not just sexual(he gave into that all the time) but companionship needs.

He felt Jimmy’s eyes on him and forced himself not to react to it. He didn’t want to make a move that may influence Jimmy’s decision negatively. James had to figure this out on his own.

“I hate you.” His head snapped up as he turned to stare at James. “Sometimes,” James added softly.

“Well sometimes I hate you too,” House replied before he could stop himself.

He inwardly winced at the glare James sent him.

“Why can’t you ever be serious about something, especially this?” James asked, half way between anger and tears.

House didn’t know how to answer that, or what would be satisfactory for James. He bowed his head and gave a small shrug.

James sighed, “Why’d you have to do this now? Why the fuck did you have to throw me for another loop?”

House looked up at him, pained that he was doing this to him, “I didn’t mean to.”

James leaped up and pointed an accusing finger at him, “the hell you didn’t. I’m not stupid House, you don’t just kiss someone like that for no reason. Couldn’t you have waited? Or was this your plan?” he added flatly, “wait until I’m emotionally distressed before coming on to me and offering something I can’t possibly refuse?”

House frowned, “I wasn’t offering anything.”

He wasn’t. He was not going to become one of James’ casual fucks, thrown aside when he got bored, or found someone new. He wasn’t offering himself for James to take advantage of.

“What do you mean you weren’t? How is kissing me not an offer?” James shook his head, “No, shut up, that’s not...Dammit that’s not what I want to say.”

“Then don’t say anything,” House snapped.

James stared at him for a moment before throwing his hands up, “Then want the hell do you want me to do? I -” he fumbled for words, “I need something dammit, please.”

He retreated in on himself and just stood there, completely vulnerable in House’s eyes.

House growled. “Come here,” he hit the cushion beside him and sat up straight as James too the indicates seat.

“Now,” House said, feeling weird doing this. “What do you want?”

James blinked at him in incomprehension. When he seemed to figure it out, instead of answering he leaned forward and pressed his lips to House’s.

House closed his eyes, returned the kiss for a moment then pulled back. “I’m not going to be your casual whore. If we do this, we go all in.”

James tilted his head, “You’d actually do that?”

House nodded, “Yup. Would you?”

James smiled and answered by kissing House again, this time deeper and harder. When he pulled away he snuggled into House.

“ ’m tired,” he muttered.

House stared at him and cursed his bad luck. Of all the times James had to be tired, it was now. Typical.

“Bedroom,” he said.

“What?”

House raised his eyebrow and gave James a patronizing look, “You really think I’m going to let you sleep out here?”

James blushed and they slowly mad their way to the bedroom. James crawled into bed like a drugged cat and House got in like he normally did; carefully so he didn’t aggravate his leg.

He snaked an arm around James and received an appreciative moan.

“You know, now that we’re in bed we could...” he rubbed up against James suggestively.

“No.”

House grumbled but didn’t push anything. Truth be told he wasn’t up for it either, he just wanted to be playful.

“House?” James muttered, almost asleep.

“What?”

“Thank-you. I don’t think I can get though this without you.”

House nuzzled the back of James’ neck and kissed it lightly, “You’re welcome.”