a song that makes you feel guilty
well, before I became an atheist, a lot of religious songs did. (why aren't there any good atheist songs? we're just as creative as the religious people! why do they have all the songs?)
The next morning, House woke up to the smell of his automatic coffee maker working and two comfortable sources of warmth, the sun filtering through the closed curtain onto his face and Wilson's naked body snuggled against his arm. He looked over and saw Wilson smiling in his sleep.
He sat up, not feeling hung over at all, despite how drunk he'd gotten the night before; he just had a slight headache. His leg was bothering him, but not any worse than usual so he went into the bathroom for a pill and a piss.
After having both of those and a big, feline back stretch, he decided to have a shower.
As the hot water caressed his lean body and he soaped himself up, he couldn't help grinning at thoughts of the night before. He thoroughly enjoyed having sex with Wilson, what he may have lacked in experience with men, he more than made up for in enthusiasm and an ability to learn quickly. "I just hope he doesn't think we made a mistake," he muttered to himself.
"No, I don't, but can you hurry up in there? I think my bladder's gonna pop!"
"I fucked you in the ass last night and you can't pee when I'm in the shower?!"
"Come on, House!"
"All right, all right!" He stood up off the shower shelf after having a fast rinse and grabbed a towel, climbing awkwardly out and giving Wilson space by getting out of the bathroom, drying himself next to the door.
When Wilson walked out of the bathroom, the first words out of his mouth were, "Uhhh, are we gay now or what?"
House snorted derisively. "I've known I was bi for bloody ages, you've gotta answer the question of what you are yourself. At any rate, it's too early in the morning for this sort of philosophical discussion. Coffee," and he walked into the kitchen naked with the towel slung over his shoulder and his cane firmly gripped in his hand.
He hooked the cane around the refrigerator door handle and opened it. "You take milk, right?"
Wilson looked distracted as hell. "Yeah."
About halfway through their first cup, Wilson cleared his throat. "I think I still like women, but I did enjoy last night."
House chuckled. "Well, I could tell that, I have been around the block a few times and I do know the difference between somebody who's just going through the motions and somebody who isn't, and the way you were moaning and 'oo-ing', you were obviously digging it. Anyway, I'm always gentle and use lots of lube, I'm not gonna just ram it."
"So what happens now?"
"That's up to you. I'd like to keep doing this if you want to."
"Are we a couple?"
"Uhhm, I think we're friends with benefits right now."
"Works for me." Wilson paused. "I think I'm gonna get dressed and go to the grocery store and bring us back some stuff so I can make breakfast."
"Sounds like a plan."
"I'll see if they have any macadamia nuts."