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Crush me
by Liar
This is my first fiction, my first post altogehter. I really, really hope you'll like it. And one thing before you (hopefully)
start reading... I am not english, so to be honest, I'm a bit afraid of .. making a fool of myself cause of some mistakes or stuff.
I did my best guys, I promise!
Crush me
Now he is with that bitch. Whatever. I'm fine with this.
I'm not.
Shit. Seriously. What is that? What's going on? I mean, this is pathetic. And embarrassing as well.
House popped another pill. He was sitting on his couch at his appartement. Last week he gave his blessing
to that fucking relationship. That was a dumb idea anyway. He should've just shut up.
But he couldn't. As always. As he couldn't ever let something just go - Particularly when it had to
do with his best friends love life. But it had never been like this before. He was always joking around,
or playing some stupid little games - But this time, it was something serious. He could feel this.
And that was scarying him. And the point THAT this was scarying him scared him even more. Cause it was
not just that he feared Wilson would spend more time with his silly girlfriend. Wilson had a few
relationships before. But House had always known that he was still his number one. ( Oh boy, how does THAT
sound like? ) He knew that Wilson liked him and that no woman could ever keep up with him. But
this woman was so much like House himself - That she'd probably make him useless. And she gave him
sex as an extra. Holy crap he didn't even wants to think about that. And this is the most shocking thing
in this totally dizzying story. He didn't want her to touch him. Fuck. He wanted Wilson for himself.
In every kind of way. But he'll take this to the grave.
---
It was noon and House went into the Cafeteria to have lunch. On his own. Wilson had not been in his office.
Of course they didn't had a lunch-date. But they always had lunch together. Whatever. He didn't care.
When he was looking for a free table he saw them. Wilson and that Cutthroat Bitch sitting on a table,
looking like a silly highschool couple. Kinky. House glanced all over the place but there wasn't any
free table. They should definitely raise the prices so that the mob couldn't afford it anymore.
Then he heard that hated voice calling him "Greg" (he hated her calling him like that).
He pretended peering. And tried to put up a suprised face when he finally "found" them. CB beckoned
him over (This woman is just embarassing). Wilson didn't even look at him. Might have to do with House'
acting over the last week. He did all his best to annoy CB whenever she showed up at the hospital. But
this bitchy thing didn't seem to give a shit. That would normally impress him. Cause she acted the way he
would do - damn - But he hated her for being like that.
He finally reached the table and sat down. "Hey Greg." "Hey CB". "Would you mind calling her Amber?"
"Yer" House answered while starting to eat. Wilson rolled his eyes. "I don't care about that James"
Would SHE mind not calling him James??? "We'll have a little party tonight at our appartement. Would you
like to stop by?" "What kinda party - A WE will be pregnant soon party?" "I am already pregnant"
"WHAT?" House almost spit out the food he'd been chewing. "Just kidding" "Oh you're a funny little
thing, aren't you?"
---
It was already 8 in the evening and House was still at home. And he had decided to stay there. He sat down on
his couch, switched the tv on and reached for his half-filled whiskey glas when his phone rang. After the third
ring he picked it up. "Yeah?" "House it's me.." His heart started beating unusual fast. And he knew that - He
was a doctor. "Hey Wilson. What's up?" "I thought you'll drop over?" "Well .. I'm tired" "It's just 8 Greg"
SIGH. Don't call me Greg. "Come on, please .. I want you to be here" This man was a player. For sure. "Okay.."
He managed to get there in just a couple of minutes, the speedy combination of vicodin and alcohol did one's bit.
He knocked and the Amber bitch opened. Obviously slightly drunk. If alcohol possibly doubled her annoying attributes
he should get his ass out of this place in less than a minute. But then Wilson appeared at the door and draged him inside
the room. There were just a few people sitting somewhere, drinking and talking and ... Thirteen and the rest of the gang
was here as well. What a nice surprice. He managed just to say hello and then found a place near the wall, sitting down and
drinking a beer. And another. Where the hell was Wilson? That fucking idiot. "Hey House.. you okay?" Wilson sat down
on the armrest of his chair and glanced at him. With his wunderful dark eyes. "I'm fine. Thanks" It seemed as if Wilson
was getting more and more adorable day - to - day. Or even minute. CB appeared. Leaning forward to kiss Wilson. This
evening was becoming more and more facinating. He stood up to get another beer and decided to drink himself to death
and then drive home.
Tricky.
After an hour or so, House was drunk. As fuck. He looked for Wilson. But he couldn't see him anywhere. So he stood up.
Somehow. Grapped his cane and made his way to the kittchen. "Hey Wilson.." He was actually suprised how sober his voice
sounded. Maybe it was because of Wilson, looking at him with his shiny eyes - and made him be sober at a moment's notice.
Nearly. "Greg.." Shiver. "James, please dump her" "I mean, If you love me you should really dump her" WHAT??? What the
hell was he saying? "James?" "House .. I .. why should I? Cause you don't like her? Cause you don't want me to be happy, cause-.."
"I want you to be happy. But you won't be with her" House went back to the kitchen door, closed it softly and came back to the
middle of the room. "House. Tell me. WHY should I leave her. I have to know". A longer pause followed. "You know why, don't ask
me that." "I want you to tell me.." Houses felt like being very close to cracking up. He peered at Wilson, wasn't able to avert his eyes.
He should leave that room. Now. "Greg, tell me! " These following words just splutter. And he couldn't stop them anymore:
" 'Cause... cause I don't want her to be around you. Don't want her to be that close. Don't want her .. to touch you. Fuck. James. I want ..."
Suddenly the door went open. House hobbled back and his cane felt on the floor with a bang. It was Thirteen. Looking completely
confused. And switched over to a grin. She closed the door and was gone. "Fuck" Wilson said. Then he looked at House, mumbled
something like "Sorry" and left the room as well.
About 15 minutes later House left the kitchen and went back to the living room. The scene was not as weird as House had expected.
Thirtseen was sitting on the couch without any expression on her face. Thank god. Cameron probably would have started a
"how to get over being cheated" - psychological - talk. EVEN noone had cheated anyone. But for cameron the very thought of it
would be enough. So everything seemed to be quite right here (as far as you could call it right). So House took his belongings
and with a short "I'm leaving" he made his way to the door.
---
When Wilson went to bed tonight he was smiling. The hotel bed wasn't as comfortable as the one at Amber's House.
But it felt right. Absolutely right.
---
There is a big difference between being in love but never act it out. And beeing in love and .. and do it.
However named. This would change everything. That would kill him. Thats the last thing left. And thats exactly
the point were they .. or better he had to draw the line at. Cause if they would go any further there won't be any
chance to go back. He had gone that far once. Once too much. It had almost killed him. And he won't be able to get
over something like this again. And he knew it would fail. Of course it would. Not mentioned that Wilson didn't want
something like that. But IF .. it would fail. Beause he, House, wasn't able to handle something like that. He would blow it up.
After a while he would not have something more to give. After a few weeks everyone would find out that there was nothing
hidden behind his sarcastic face. No love, not even .. something. Did that sound pathetic again? Yes. But it was the fucking truth.
There was nothing hidden. He never understood why everyone seemed to believe that there was a nice, sentimental House
waiting to be found. What a crap.
His pager. Wilson wanted to see him in his office. This guy had timing for god's sake. But now, when
House had everything under control, it was not going to be a big thing. After that time of thinking, of
figuring out everything which definitely will stop him from thinking of Wilson anymore. In THAT
specific kind of way. All this calmed him down. He actually felt normal, just like a man does, who was
going to see his best friend. Cool.
He reached Wilsons office and entered the room. Wilson was standing with his back towards House,
doing something not to specify on his desk. He heard House and turned around. Fuck. His eyes. They
were magic. That wasn't fair. House couldn't help himself trying to catch Wilsons gaze. He shaked.
And quickly turned his eyes down. "What's up Wilson?" "Wanted to see you.." "To tell me what?"
"Was not actually about telling you something.." Wilson came closer. What the hell?? No James.
Don't do that. He looked at him that kinda way too long which made the difference between a friendly
glance and making a pass at someone. Wilson wasn't more than an inch away, looking at him all along.
"Wilson, I..." "Shut up Greg" Wilson grinned. No, No, No! DON'T.. House could even feel his best
mates breath. It gave him shivers. Every fucking second. He had to stop that .. befor .. fuck. House was
breathing faster, also a quiet, suppressed moaning left his mouth. And Wilsen didn't even TOUCHED him.
That was insane, he was going mad. He was going to lose the little rest of his selfcontrol. He HAD to stop that
.. somehow ...
And then "WHAM".
A second later Wilson lied on the floor. Just too shocked to realise that he was bleeding. Then he felt it, running
down his chin. But he didn't care. Just staring at House with his dark eyes. Full of fear, shock and .. after a few
seconds: sadness. House turned around, opened the door and left without a word. Not even a gaze.
He was sitting there for more than an hour. Just sitting, staring at the door. He wasn't able to figure out what he
was feeling. Nothing at all. NOTHING. It was almost dark outside, so Wilson stood up, tried to clean his face from
the now dried blood, took his belongings and left his office.
Wilson reached his hotel room without knowing how he could even found his way back. Cause he couldn't pay any
attention at anything - the street, the traffic lights.. anything. He sat down on the bed. Stood up again and opened this
little fridge. He'd never used it before. But this time he had to. He reached for the Whiskey-Bottle, got it and opened
it in a second. He didn't even look after a glas or something. What a useless waste of time, too much time to feel something.
And thats exactly what he wanted to antagonise. Feeling something, anything.
What happened? WHAT? What the hell was he thinking? But fuck .. did he get it all wrong? All this .. signs? Oh boy.
But.. what was he doing? Blaming HIMSELF??? How pathetic. House this bastard punched him. For which reason? For
gettin' too close? But he was sure, pretty sure that House wanted that too. For months. Maybe longer. What ment all this
jealousy when House actually didn't give a shit about nothing at all? Or was he actually .. disgusted? That thought almost
killed him. He hated him. And fell asleep.*
---
He must had drove for hours. Blind. Fast. It was cold outside but he was sweating.Finally, about midnight he reached his home.
Or better his appartement. He was high on vicodine. As he sat down on his couch he picked up his phone. Made a short call and
leaned back. House closed his eyes. And there was still that face. This face he was trying to get out of his mind for the last hours.
His best friends face - With an expression he never had seen on him before. House shivered.
What was that all about? Wilson finally seemed to want him too. And then he couldn't. Panic was what he felt when Wilson came closer.
His heart started beating again. House opened his eyes. He just realised that he was sitting in a unlighted room. Still wearing his shoes and jacket.
He stood up, walked through the room.. then.. it knocked. House jerked. Stood there, no moving, no breathing. Then he simmered down at once
and a little smile settled down on his face. And disappeared after a second. He grapped his cane, walked to the door and opened.
"Hello, I am Cathrine .." the not even 25 years old woman smiled. "Come in.." House answered .. more whispery than he wanted it to sound like.
---
"What do we have today?" House asked in a happy way - quite over the top. Thirteen looked at him. Astonished. "Well...."
"28 year old female, collapsed while shopping" Taub told him. "Interesting" House rolled his eyes. "She was unconscious for
about a minute and couldn't even speak after regaining consciousness .. she was just mumbling and shivering her daughter told us"
"Maybe she wasn't in the mood to talk to an annoying 11-year-old brat?" House asked while glancing at the elevater which had
already just stopped. The door slid open and ... Cuddy was comming out. "Damn no." he mubled.
"How could you know that her daughter was 11"? ... well that suprised him as well. "Felt it. Sort of".
"I'm gonna go out for lunch" House declared, walking to the door. "It's just about 10 and you're here for 10 minutes now"
"Well then call it brunch if that satisfies you .." and he left. The elavater doors had just opened when ..
"House?" "I can't, Emergency" "What kind of?" Cuddy asked him while rising an eyebrow. "Well personally .. you know"
"No I don't. You have no private life, remember?" House turned around. "House I have to talk to you .. about.." "Yer?"
"About Wilson." He flinched. "What is with him?" "I though you would probably know House" "How could I? Am I his mummy?"
"No ... but I though his friend." Silence. Their eyes met for a moment. Then House averted his gaze. "I don't know." He pressed
the button to call the elevator again, the last one had just passed. "He's miserable House, don't you care a bit? I don't know what
happened. He ..." "Why do YOU care so much? If you do then it should be YOU cheering the little boy up .. he'd appreciate that"
House said way too loud. And aggressive. Cuddy looked confused. "Would you mind, showing up at your best friends office .. just for a second?
He's in there for hours. Stairing at the wall doing nothing" "The lazy bastard" House said and entered the elevater. "I'm worrying about him .. "
Cuddy said .. with a bit of a desperate expression on her face. House left the elevater. "Thanks" Cuddy smiled.
House walked back, passing his office and the room where is staff was still stitting. After a few meters he
turned around .. "House?" "I'm just solving the case"
"It's Morbus. Wilson." he declared. And left.
A footstep before he reached Wilsons office House stopped. FUCK. What should he say? This is ridiculous.
He decided to leave that shit at itself when he catched a glimpse of Wilson sitting behind his desk.
With his head in his hands. Not moving. Just sitting there. A picture of misery. Damn. He stood there for
a few moments, jerked when Wilson lifted up his head. But he didn't recognize him. So House decided
to watch him for a while .. so adorable .. his hair, he loved his hair .. his eyes, his skin. Also that sad look on his
face was far to pretty.. and touching as well, in a sad kind of way. And it was back again, this feeling he could not resist.
This need to be with him. He entered the room. "Wilson, I.." "I don't care what you want so say - Get yourself out of this damned room!
NOW!" "James, I just ..." "Don't call me like that" Wilson looked back at his desk. At the non-existing papers he'd to check out now.
"I am sorry, I was just .. I don't know. I couldn't..." "LEAVE. I don't want you to be here. I don't want you be part of my life.
I don't care anymore. NOT AT ALL. Get it? You fucking bastard. Get out or .. I don't know what I'm doing then" "Just.. just do it". "OUT"
---
Wilson was sitting in his office. He couldn't believe what happened during the last two days. In fact - He dumped Amber. For House!
He was shaking his head cause of his own stupidity. He thought .. yesterday, that talk in the kitchen ment something. He thought House
would have told him that HE wanted him. (If that dumb Thirteen hadn't entered the room) That he wanted Wilson to dump Amber cause HE
wanted some kind of a .. man that seemed SO silly now .. some kind of relationship. But obviously he didn't want anything. He just wanted him
to be as alone as he is. He didn't want him to dump Amber cause he thought she wasn't the right one - He just wanted him to be as miserable as he was.
That selfish bastard.
And now? He was alone. Again. Right - Amber wasn't the perfect woman, but she was alright. And Wilson - the naiv idiot - asked House to come here ..
to give him, what he thought he wanted for months. And what Wilson actually wanted for years. For fucking years. All the time he had known what the
real deal was - non of his wifes. House was all he wanted. But there had never been a serious sign, never something that made him hoping for a chance.
And then Amber came and House was as jealous as he'd never been - Wilson THOUGHT. For the first time he was sure that House felt the same. Didn't
House told him yesterday that he didn't want Amber to be too close to him? Didn't that mean that instead of her HOUSE wanted to be close?
And what happened?? He punched him for gettin' too close. This could be even funny if he wasn't feeling like crying his heart out. And what was this all
about, a few minutes ago? House was showing up to "explain" something? What?? He had to be really happy now cause obviously Wilson did exactly what
he was intending. House hates him. No other explanation. No really friend would do that. Not even a random person on that fucking planet whould do that
to a stranger.
---
The thing he hated most about that ambulance were the patients. All of them. Especially these ones who didn't come with symptoms but with diagnoses.
Probably they were here just to get another diagnose to sue google afterwards for releasing false information. Probably they would win the process.
That must be that well known american dream.
House decided to leave the hospital for a while, spending his last working hours in the park nearby. He sat down and closed his eyes. At once he could see
Wilson. He gazed at him with that unbelievable expression on his face. Want. Desire. Need. He came closer. He reached him, suddenly House could feel
Wilsons hand on his chest, moving upwards. He touched his face, gently .. his lips came closer, not an inch away .. "House???" He winced, almost fell off
the bench. It was Cuddy. Damn - And HE was close to jerk off. Wow. "What the hell are you doing here? Your patients are waiting!" "I had to think.."
Cuddy raised an eyebrow .. "About what?" "I can't tell you anything you know? Private.." "You can go back to your private thoughts when you cured
your patients.. your team is waiting for you. There is a new case, supposably cancer." "So you solved the case, concrats Cuddy" "SUPPOSABLY cancer"
"Then talk to Wilson - I'm not the "crying-with-my-dying-pations"- one.. remember?" "He's not there" House looked at her the first time. "Where is he?"
"He's at home, he was miserable.. "I'm miserable too - And I'm here .. As you see, I sacrifice myself for the job" "Right. Then DO your job"
"I'm gonna bring your oncologist back to work" House stood up, took his cane and veered toward the parking lot. "House..?" "What?"
"He's back at this hotel, not at Ambers place anymore.." House hesitated, "..right."
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Wilson hated this hotel room. It was ugly. Empty.
But the little fridge had been replenished again. Joy.
Wilson winced by the knock on the door. He didn't move. It knocked again. He stood up, reached the door and opened it slowly.
House didn't say a word. He pushed Wilson in the room, gently. House closed the door by leaning against it, he pulled Wilson closer.
And kissed him. Passionate.
He touched him, all-over. Wilson moaned, that was .. just .. incredible. House raised his eyes, they looked at each other ... in burning passion.
House leaned forward and kissed him again, Wilson returned the kiss eagerly, pushing against House so both could feel what the other one wanted.
Without a doubt. Wilson could feel a hand in his crotch... he gasped. House reached for his belt to unfasten it. Wilson could fell his hand in his
pants now...that was insane, but incredible good. "C'mon .. " he said in a breathy voice. House he speeds up, his hand was moving fast and firm over
Wilsons cock.. he breathed heavily, he groaned and then he came. Wilson was standing there, still wheezing, sweat on his forehead..
On the top of the world.
"I love.." "Shh.. don't say that" House looked away. "This never happened." He turned away from Wilson and left.
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THE END, thanks for reading
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Legal Disclaimer: The authors published here make no claims on the ownership of Dr. Gregory House and the other fictional residents of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Like the television show House (and quite possibly Dr. Wilson's pocket protector), they are the property of NBC/Universal, David Shore and undoubtedly other individuals of whom I am only peripherally aware. The fan fiction authors published here receive no monetary benefit from their work and intend no copyright infringement nor slight to the actual owners. We love the characters and we love the show, otherwise we wouldn't be here.
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