Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Everybody Lies	By : clueless1der Category: G through L > House Views: 3646 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own House, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Everybody Lies
- 2-1
- 3-2
- 4-3
- 5-4
- 6-5
- 7-6
- 8-final - 7
- 3
- 4
- 5
Wilson was a captivating speaker. As screwed
up as things were for him, he was all professionalism when in front of a
medical audience.

Not that House was actually watching him. He had gone around to a few guest
speakers. Shook a few hands, gotten a couple of donor names for Cuddy, talked
to someone he remembered vaguely into recording the seminar that Dr. Cross (the
doctor who had bailed on

this little adventure) could use. It took him about three hours, and it would
look good for Cuddy and Fuckhead back in Jersey. He
rather enjoyed the idea of their confusion when he presented them with this
plethora of information. It was good to confuse the enemy, and all that. Which left him with three hours of freedom and a fanfic convention to find.

Wilson had some trouble getting started this morning. When he woke up, House
was nowhere to be found. While he was in the shower, he had some�
disturbing�dreams. Dreams where he heard House�s voice whisper over and over
�Goodness you�re wet.� Then morph into Julie, then back to House. Strange. Probably not a dream he wanted analyzed by his
therapist.

He had arranged for his clothes, as well as the jeans he had borrowed from
House, to be washed, dried, and pressed. Someone at the front desk was going to
sign for his overnighted clothes while he was
speaking at the conference.

All in all, everything was well organized, perfectly aligned� just as he liked
it. All his ducks in a row.

Which didn�t explain why he felt slightly hurt that House
didn�t show up in time for breakfast, or walk with him over to the convention
center. It made him feel vaguely like he was back in high school. Once
he got there, he was either the guest speaker or

genuinely interested in various other guest speakers- so his interest was kept
high enough that he didn�t spare House a thought until he wearily unlocked the
hotel room door, pushed it open with his foot, and almost tripped over the
large box that had been placed

right inside the room.

�Ouch! Damnit!�

He went one way, his briefcase went another and the box stayed planted firmly
in the middle of the floor. It didn�t help that it was dark,
he was freaking exhausted, and that he could have eaten the ass-end out of a
rhino.

He got up and flipped on some lights, absently rubbing his shin. He turned on
CNN for the noise, ordered up room-service, went to the restroom, then sat on the corner of the bed to unpack his clothes.

He looked up at the knock on his door and dialed Julie�s cell number as he
signed for his food. House was behind the room-service server, and managed to
catch the door as he was leaving. It had closed enough so that House could
angle his thin, lanky body

behind the door, and keep it open enough to hear Wilson�s conversation. It
wasn�t hard to guess that it was Julie he was

talking to. The muffled laughter aside, Jimmy�s voice changed a little when he
spoke to her. He probably wasn�t even aware of the fact that he sounded
hesitant. Laughed just a little too loud. House heard
some cutlery, and was just about to barge in, when he heard his name.

��Yeah, so all of the rooms were booked. House
sweet-talked the girl at the desk into giving him some freebie for his
�inconvenience� of having to have me as a roommate.� There was a pause, and
Jimmy�s voice changed again. �Yes. Yeah, I know, and thanks. No of course I
would prefer my own room. House is a complete slob. Yeah. Uh-huh. The box has
more than enough stuff. It was really sweet of you to do all of that. Uh-huh.
Okay.� Some papers rustled. �I�ll call you later. Sure. I love you.�

House�s knuckles tightened on the cane. He very, very carefully closed the
door. Out. He had to get out somewhere. Anywhere. I
love you. Not him. Of course it wouldn�t be him.

Wilson had eaten his steak and salad, and was partially engrossed in the
Lifetime movie of the week when he looked at the clock. It was 8:45. Strange
that House hadn�t been back to the room yet. Wilson muted the TV and hit
speed-dial on his cell.

�HELLO??�

�Uh, House? Where are you? All I hear is music.�

�JIMMY? IT�S KINDA HARD TO HEAR YOU WITH ALL THE

MUSIC�

Apparently. �Where are you at?�

�YOU MADE LOVE WITH A CAT? �

�WHERE ARE YOU AT?� At this point, Wilson was having doubts about whether or
not House was as deaf as he claimed. In love with a cat?
Seriously?

�FOGHERTY�S. BE HOME BY NINE.�

And he hung up.

The idea of being out on the town suddenly held a lot more appeal. Much better than being cooped up here. He knew the type of
place that House usually went to drink. Lots of beer, lots of
booze, lots of busty waitresses. Sounded great.
Wilson grabbed his wallet, made sure that the room key was there, his cell, and
was out the door. The cabbie didn�t bat an eye when he told him the bar�s name.
But when he pulled up into the parking lot and saw the glossy black building
with the line of people standing outside�he admitted to having a few doubts.
What the hell was House doing at a club? He didn�t dance.

Wilson was somewhat preoccupied when he walked into the club. Fortunately it
was much smaller on the inside than it looked on the outside. The music was so
loud that he could feel his fillings

vibrate. There was a dance floor, which he bypassed. On the second floor were a
lot of different tables. There were some large ones, and some smaller, more
intimate ones. He wouldn�t have noticed the couple reclining on one of the chic
little booths around one of the tables, if the cane hadn�t been placed on the
table so that the handle was in the walkway.

Wilson stopped dead. He would have recognized that cane anywhere. He grinned
and had actually opened his mouth to speak when he noticed who it was that
House was kissing. He can�t say that he had really seen House kiss a lot of
women before. Certainly never any men.

The smile drained away from his face. Wilson backed away slowly, knowing that
the expression on his face was probably not his most flattering. House was so
involved in the kiss that he didn�t even notice Wilson gaping at him. He
thought the other guy might have

looked over at him for a second, but House changed the angle of his lips and
the guy moaned instead, getting more involved in the kiss. He watched the
blonde man slip his hands down House�s

back, into the top of his jeans.

Wilson�s mouth was suddenly dry as dust. His heart was pounding. He wanted to�
to� He saw them separate for air. Something snapped; Wilson turned on his heel
and fled. He was completely numb on the way back to the hotel, past the
doorman, up the elevator and to his room. Jealousy swam in his stomach, causing
such a nasty taste in his mouth that he went in to brush his teeth.

He came out of the bathroom and headed straight for the mini-bar. He found
little bottles of everything from Absolut to Baileys.
He didn�t want to think about what he saw. Was still seeing
in his head. He certainly didn�t want to think about what he was
feeling. And he for damn sure didn�t want to think about what all of this
meant. He figured alphabetical order was a good as way as any

to get shit-faced.

It was late when he heard House fumbling with the key at the door. Wilson was
not in a good mood. He had made it to Jose Cuervo
before his good sense had told him that reeking of alcohol probably wasn�t the
best way to impress potential hospital donors.

House managed to get the door open with only a few curses. He was ready for a
shower and bed�in that order. His leg was throbbing�

�Hi.�

House looked up, momentarily surprised that Wilson was still awake. He had
thought he would be asleep. Had...hoped he would be.

�Howdy.� House bumped into a bureau, cursed again, and whacked the light switch
with the corner of his hand. �Why the hell is it so dark in here?�

�I like the dark. Besides, you haven�t been here all day� why would you care?�

House had to pee, so he went in to do that. He left the door open enough to
holler back. �Why are we talking in questions?�

A disgusted sound was his only answer.

He flushed, washed his hands and went back out to the main room. The lamp he
turned on wasn�t very illuminating, but there was enough light for him to
notice the empty mini-bottles.

�Well gee, Jimmy, if you wanted to get a drink all you had to do was let me
know.�

�Well gee, Greg, if you wanted to swallow some guy�s face, all you had
to do was let me know.�

House�s eyes widened. He blinked, completely thrown off base. �Uh..�

�Uh�� Wilson mocked.

House walked to his dresser and turned his back to Wilson. Not particularly
because he was interested in changing clothes, but he didn�t want to look at
Wilson passing judgment. On him. The concierge,
ironically named Cameron, had taken him �somewhere to get a drink�
. Which had led to him spilling out his life story.
It was weird, but whatever. The make-out session had been rather a bonus...
until Cameron mentioned that some guy in a suit had seen them and had freaked
out.

He hadn�t connected the guy in a suit to Wilson until he picked up on the weird
vibe in the hotel room, roughly mid-pee. The derision in Wilson�s voice just
made him tired. It was like everything he had ever worried about had come true.
He stripped off his shirt.

�So how long have you been gay?�

House turned around, clutching the shirt. He was completely on the defensive,
and being there was starting to piss him off.

Wilson had come up come up behind him, and the shock of seeing his angry face
so close was unnerving.

�Who shit in your cheerios? What, you have a few drinks, maybe watch a little
porn and decide to be a prick? You�ve been my friend for over a decade. You�re
supposed to be smart, aren�t you?�

Wilson�s eyes narrowed. He snorted. �Yeah. I was
completely oblivious to the legions of men that you walked under my nose.�

�Jimm-�

Wilson took a deep breath, trying to get his temper under control. He found
their role reversals surreal. �I don�t really care that you were kissing
someone. Um, someone Male.� Yeah, right. He wanted to
find the little fucker and grind his balls into a pulp. �I just care that it
wasn�t m-...

But House wasn�t listening. �Sure, Jimmy. Sure you don�t care. Because why
would you? It�s not any of your fucking business! Look at it this way- now you
and your beloved wife will have something to talk about over dinn-�

Later, Wilson couldn�t have said what made him do it. It certainly wasn�t like
there was any actual thought processes going into it. He just stood there,
looking at Greg, who was still clutching that damn shirt...and kissed him.

As first kisses go it was pretty lousy. Wilson had a sudden attack of nerves as
he leaned in, causing him to kiss the side of Greg�s mouth. House was so
shocked that he just stood there, unresponsive. His lips were dry, and it was
over almost before it had began. When Greg continued
to just stand there, Wilson�s stomach fell to about his ankles. He was
horrified; embarrassed... humiliated.

Which pretty much sucked.

He turned away, babbling apologies. �I�m sorry. Damnit I�m so sorry.. I don�t know what I was thinking, fuck... I wasn�t even
thinking just mmmmph!�

House had taken a limping step forward and had taken over the kiss. Lips met,
and Wilson could feel House�s tongue very lightly licking his bottom lip. Which was about the best feeling ever. Their mouths opened
and the two tried to press closer together. House�s hands were on Wilson�s
forearms, and Wilson was tentatively resting his hands on the House�s hips. The
kiss

changed, becoming harder, more passionate. But one could only go so long
without actual oxygen.

House pulled away slightly, kissing along his jaw line, nibbling slightly. He
kissed up to Wilson�s ear, and started pulling on it with his teeth. Lightly. But, the slight movement caused Wilson to make this
sound deep in the back of his throat.

Wilson was in sensory overload. He moaned again when House�s lips returned to
his. His hands tightened on House�s hips and he yanked him forward. They kept
kissing, taking little breaths of air when needed, House�s hands were
tentatively moving up Wilson�s

arms, over his shoulder, and into his hair. He pulled just slightly to tip back
Wilson�s throat. he trailed wet kisses down the
column, then over as far as he could before he got to his shirt collar.

He could feel Wilson arch against his leg, hard and hot. It was driving him
crazy. This seemed completely insane... one second Wilson was drinking
Whiskey...and the next second he was trying to press his cock as close to House
as he possibly could.

House started to unbutton his friend�s shirt... Trying to go
as quickly as he could despite his shaking hands. He worked his way back
up to Wilson�s lips, kissed him, sucked his tongue into his
mouth, trying his best to get one of those sexy sounds out of him

again.

When Wilson�s cell rang, with what both recognized as Julie�s ring tone, Wilson
snapped his head back, pushing this time with his hands so suddenly that Greg
lost his balance, putting most of his weight onto his bum leg. He groaned,
tipped over, reaching out for

Wilson to steady himself, but the other man had taken a step backward.... doing
his best to put physical distance between him and the man he had just been
kissing as if his life depended on it.

House overbalanced, and fell painfully to the floor.

The phone ringed again. Wilson couldn�t look away from House�s blue...blue
eyes, which had widened. He could see the pain in them. House tried once to get
up, but his thigh screamed at him so he just sat there. Stupidly
staring up at Wilson.

Wilson turned and grabbed his phone. He turned away from the pain in House�s
eyes, opened the phone. If his voice was a little breathless when he greeted
his wife, she ignored it. She wanted to check his flight information, and as he
got involved in his

conversation he heard House get painfully to his feet and limp to the bathroom.

The door shut very, very quietly. The click was horrifically loud in the dim,
cold room.
- 3
- 4
- 5
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Everybody Lies