chocolate_frapp (chocolate_frapp) wrote,

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here's the first part of a House fic I wrote with my sweetie hughville. Enjoy!

Trust Issues

“Want a beer?” House asked as he stepped back.
Wilson sighed and picked up his suitcase. Every time something happened, whether it was his marriage falling apart or he’d found a new woman to marry or he was frustrated, bored, angry, he always came back to House. Luckily for Wilson, House always took him back.
He took his suitcase to the bedroom and left it on the floor. As he walked back out to the living room, he removed his scarf and jacket which he hung in the hall closet.
House sat on the couch with a peanut butter sandwich in one hand and a beer in the other. Another beer sat on the coffee table and House stared transfixed at the television.
Wilson sat down, picked up his beer and took a long drink. Leaning back, he put his feet up on the coffee table.
“What is that?” he asked, gesturing to the screen.
“Shh! It’s The OC. Drink your beer.”
Wilson sighed and leaned his head back. “I can’t believe she was cheating on me. His name is Rain and he’s her yoga instructor.”
The TV clicked off and House began to laugh. Then he started singing, “When the rain comes, Wilson runs and hides his head, he might as well be dead…” but he couldn’t keep singing without erupting into further giggles, finally managing to chortle out, “there’s a Beatles quote for every occasion.”
Wilson turned his head. “It isn’t funny!”
House laughed louder. “It is! She’s cheating on Doctor Repressed with a hippie!”
“I am not repressed!” he responded indignantly.
“Oh, okay. Doctor Hides-His-Dick-In-House, then.”
Wilson sat up straight and gripped his beer. “We agreed never to talk about...that...part of our friendship.”
House snorted. “You agreed. I have no problem with the fact you like to fuck me. Besides you’re a free man again. We both know that when you’re free you like to suck my dick.”
Wilson very carefully set his beer on the table and got up. “I’m going to bed.”
“My bed!” House called out as Wilson walked down the hallway.


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    My parents were talking yesterday about having me come visit them next month which I would love to do as long as they don't give me a hard time about…

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    I have to go get more groceries today including tp. I hope the hoarders haven't started up again.

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    Not much going on here, I'd rather not haul around groceries with a bad leg but at least it's getting better, the PT seems to be working.

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