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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
- 6
- 7
- 8
(A/N: And henceforth, smut.)

Feel like grabbing a burger? Wilson�s words hung in the elevator.
House just sat back with his eyes closed. He moved his hand out from under
Wilson�s, rather like one would if they were shaking off a fly.
There was a drilling sound and someone�s head poked out of the roof.
Feeling far away from everything,
House watched, completely stoned, and people managed to get the doors open. The
elevator was stuck just far enough between floors that it was too awkward to
jump out of the little box . There were several first
responders that helped House up. He shook his head at a stretcher. He nodded to
questions, shrugged his shoulders at Cuddy�s worried gaze, limped
along to where people could look at his leg. He hadn�t actually tore a muscle, apparently he had only strained a
ligament.
House felt spacey; apart from
everything that was going on. He vaguely recalled someone asking how many pills
he had taken; enough that he didn�t remember specifics. He didn�t feel
particularly angry, or upset- not happy, or sad, or really much of anything. He
needed to think. And he needed to do that alone. But not yet.
Drifting was just fine.
With his eyes shut again, he heard
snippets of conversation.
�--- how the hell could the
Goddamn elevator cable have snapped? It�s not that
old. What do you mean, it was just one of those freak accidents?!�
��I don�t know. He�s just sitting
there with his head against the wall. Seems to be asleep.
Yeah, I noticed that too�. Almost like he�s been depressed a
lot lately.�
�Yeah, we were fine. No, there
were some grinding sounds and just the feeling of freefall. Yeah, he just fell
over and did something nasty to his leg. I tried. The phone didn�t work�. What
do you mean we were in there for over 30 minutes? It seemed more like five!�
But it wasn�t worth responding to
anything. Took too much effort. And he felt too damn
blank to really stir up enough curiosity.
Unfortunately, he really couldn�t
stand the roomful of people at the moment. When he opened his eyes, he was
vaguely surprised to see that they were all in the conference room area.
House was sitting a little away from the rest of the crowd. He knew Wilson was
there, and Cuddy of course, and saw Chase and Foreman talking in another
corner. Cameron was probably with a patient. There was someone in uniform, and
two someone elses that were dressed in coveralls and
carrying power tools.
He was oblivious to the fact that
all conversation stopped when he got up. He could walk, but his limp was much much more pronounced. He went to his office, shut the door,
pulled the blinds, and turned off the lights.
No one spoke when they heard the
lock click.
Wilson felt blood rush to his head
as every set of eyes turned his way. He just shrugged.

Later, as some of the stoned
feeling wore off, House could think clearly. He had to laugh at himself;
it was funny how once you hit your forties how hard it was to shake yourself
out of that feeling of being high. He hadn�t felt that way since college.
He took an inventory of his body. Head- finally on straight. Leg- not particularly great, but
good. He probably had enough Vicodin in his system to power a small country. Wilson- hm. A puzzle.
Now. What the fuck was he going to do about Wilson?
He turned to his computer and
checked his email. Nothing too interesting. He surfed the net for awhile as he heard everyone leave the
conference area. He opened Word and started absently typing out a list.
Lists were something he needed to see in order to be able to focus his
thinking. Usually, he just used a whiteboard� but it was currently surrounded
by at least four of the world�s most nosy people. And damned if he really
wanted them to really understand what was going on behind his brain. Maybe that
made him petty, but he liked that aura of mystery he had cultivated to remain
firmly in place.
Okay, so issue one: He typed
�KISS?� Was he still that upset about Wilson�s kiss? He had a brief hot
memory of sensory input. He felt like he had been stabbed by the sudden spurt
of memory that knifed though him. Jesus. He stared at the little
blinking cursor and took a deep breath.
Every time he saw Wilson, he could
be honest enough with himself to admit that he felt hurt. Hurt enough that he
was willing to mask it with anger. Only for some reason, the anger hadn�t come
as quickly as the hurt had. He had felt sucker-punched, and wanted to hide the
evidence. Ever since the whole debacle before the trip, (It seemed
impossible that he had been back from San Francisco for almost three weeks
already) he had been feeling so guilty. Undeserving of
Wilson�s friendship. One thoughtless, stupid remark (unfortunately
presented in front of the medical community) had almost caused Wilson to lose
everything. So how did he cope? Drink a little more,
Avoid work a little more, drug up a little more. Apologize? Nah. It wasn�t his style.
His thoughts were interrupted by
the buzz of his phone. He looked at the display. It was a text from Wilson.
Wilson knew how much he loathed texting.
He lacked the patience to type in all the little asinine letters. So instead,
he just called him back. He heard Wilson answer.
�Yeah. I could go for a burger.�
�Are you okay? I mean your leg.�
�Yeah. � House fiddled with the ball on his desk. �I�ll meet you
downstairs. I think I might take the stairs- I�ve had some strange experiences
in the elevator lately.�
He hung up on Wilson�s
laugh. Enough was enough. Avoiding this conversation was ridiculous.
Maybe it was time to be an adult and figure out what the hell was going on.
They drove around in
silence. They ordered food at Mike�s a local burger joint famous for
their cheesesticks, but could see that the evening
crowd was running rampant in the small restaurant area. Wilson had
tentatively suggested that they go somewhere and eat in the car. So, they drove
around for a bit until Wilson found some place that was relatively quiet. They
were at a park that overlooked a small hill. Of course, being that this was
Jersey, the hill was probably overlooking a landfill, but in the dark you
really couldn�t tell.
They sat companionably, munching
fries, neither too keen on being the first to break the silence.
�So how did you find this place?�
House finished up his mouthful of burger and turned in the seat so that he
could see Wilson in profile.
�Oh, I used to come here when Jul�er�� Shit. Wilson could have smacked himself in the head.
House just looked at him. He could
feel his eye start to twitch. His blood pressure started to rise. It just never
failed. Whatever it was that they talked about here, whatever
bonding-just-two-girls-having-a-nice-cry-together moment it was that they were
having, or were about to have boiled down to one fact: Wilson would be going
home to someone else. And for Christ�s sake, when was the last time he was so
introspective about his feelings? When he was fifteen? What, was his voice
going to crack next?
�Julie. You know. You can say her
name. I�ve heard it before.�
Wilson cringed inwardly at the
harshness of House�s tone. He huffed out a sigh, and ran his hand through his
hair. �Okay! I know, it�s just that� well� DAMNIT.� In a very un-Wilsonlike
move he banged both his fists on the steering wheel. �I can�t do this! I don�t
know how! I don�t know what the hell to say! I feel like I�m telling a
girlfriend that I need to break up with her, only you�re not my girlfriend and
we never... never... �
House just raised his eyebrow at
him, in his most annoying fashion. �Spit it out, Sparky. You�re so eloquent
when you�re mad.�
�Oh shut up.� Wilson took a
rather large bite of his hamburger, chewing angrily.
House
waited a moment. �So what you�re saying is that you�re upset that we never
fucked.�

Wilson
choked as the hamburger tried to stay stuck in his throat. He coughed hard,
hacked a little and tried to suck down the other half of his soda.

House
smirked.

�Oh,
don�t pretend that you haven�t thought about it. You were all pissy because you didn�t want to get caught thinking dirty
little thoughts about me, right? So what are you actually all angry
about? You wanted to talk, well here I am� talk. Or
you better hurry up. Someone might see us.�

Wilson
finally got the bite down. He had to bite the inside of his cheek. Here it was:
House�s response. It was near-miracle like that he had held it in to himself
for so long.

�I
offered you an out. In that stupid fucking elevator. Your response? Hold my hand. �Oh Greeeg.�� House mocked in a ridiculously
high-pitched voice. �� Don�t stop thinking about me. I want to beee with you�. Well only when no one can see us. �Cuz the alternative might be a little less than outside the
box of all the perfect little lies I live by.�� House made a disgusted sound in
the back of his throat.

Wilson
turned from his study of his cuticles to look at House. He couldn�t help but
sound defensive. �Well, how the hell was I
supposed to know that you would even be remotely interested in anything
resembling a relationship with me?�

�A relationship? Jesus, Wilson, you sound like a
total female. Would you grow some balls? What makes you think that I wanted
anything other than a nice sweaty fuck?�

Wilson
opened the door of his car, got out , slammed it shut.
He started to walk off. This had been a stupid mistake. Misunderstanding piled
on top of misunderstanding. A female? Did that gimpy
son-of-a-bitch just call him a girl because he was trying to understand what
the hell had been going on? He heard the other car door open and House get out.
He walked a little faster. Sure, it was immature, but he was feeling that way. Female, indeed.

He
whirled. He wanted to hit something. House was closer behind him than he
had thought. His anger was up; he was ready for a fight. Enough of this
tiptoeing around shit. �God you drive me nuts! I can�t believe what a
dick you are. Did you ever stop to think that I had never thought about being
with a man before I had my tongue stuck halfway down your throat? It was a
little bit shocking to realize that not only was I gay, but there you were
kissing be back! Y--�

The
rest was swallowed as he felt House�s lips, soft and incredibly hot on his own.
A blaze of heat; and they were fighting for the upper hand, mouths moving over
each other. Wilson won. He could feel House�s beard stubble, and felt House�s
teeth as their mouths opened. Raw excitement drove through him. Wilson
pulled back a little and feathered his tongue over House�s bottom lip. He bit
down just a tiny bit and felt himself harden at the sound House made. He wanted
to feel him. Wilson angled his body into House�s. Brought his
hands down from his shoulders onto House�s hips, reached around his jacket so
that he could touch his skin.

House
shivered as the cold air reached him. He pulled his mouth away from Wilson�s to
catch his breath. He could see it fogging in the air around them.

�Car.� He gasped.

Once
inside, Wilson reached over the gearshift and pulled House�s mouth to his
again. He could ignore the console digging into his ribcage, he could ignore
that their brief time outside had made both of their skin cool to the
touch. He didn�t care that he was making these ridiculous whining sounds,
or that he was just about crawling over the seat into House�s lap. He
just wanted to touch, to taste, to feel�.

It
took a second for Wilson to realize that House wasn�t pulling away to kiss him
back, but that he was just pulling away.

�Wait�
wait. Where do you want to go?� House�s voice was
gravely, deep and was just about the sexiest thing he had ever heard.

It
took him a second to comprehend what House was saying. How was he capable of
rational thought?

�Go..?�

�Hotel? My place?� House�s
hand drifted down Wilson�s chest, over his stomach and curled over his cock.

�Uh�
Jesus. Stop that or I won�t be able to drive.�
House
chuckled.

Wilson
took a deep breath and shifted back over to his side of the car. He put
it in reverse and drove. There was a hotel not too far from here. He didn�t
care where it was.

House
waited in the car while Wilson checked in, tapping his fingers on the glove box
while he got back into the car and drove around to the room.

They
both got out. Wilson kept shooting little glances at House out of the corner of
his eye. This was unbelievable. Surreal. Amazing�. But�..Maybe not a good idea. He frowned.

House
rolled his eyes again as he took the little key from Wilson, unlocked the door
and pushed him none-too gently inside.

�Jimmy.�

Wilson
looked up.

�Stop thinking. You make me feel like I�m about to deflower
a blushing virgin.� Actually, now that he thought about it Wilson was a..

�I
just don�t want to make a mistake.� Wilson sat on the bed and looked up at
him.
House
turned off the lights and came over to stand besides Wilson. He thought
that the dark might be easier. Wouldn�t do to give something
away on his face or in his eyes.

Wilson
wasn�t really sure of what to do here. There wasn�t exactly
instructions, handily entitled Gay Sex 101 for how to proceed tucked in
between the phone book and the Bible.

House
stripped off his outer clothes, and his shoes and lay
down on the bed. He crossed his hands behind his head and looked over at
Wilson. �Would you relax? You can�t make a mistake here. There�s not a
checklist or anything. Just relax. But do it closer to me.�

House�s
anger had dribbled away on the way to the hotel. He was sick of thinking.
Wilson
took off his loafers, and his socks, stripped off his overcoat, tie and shirt. He opened the drapes just a little bit so some
moonlight reflected into the small room. Hell, he hadn�t even had a chance to
see what the room looked like. He came over to the bed and lay down besides
House. He wanted to tell a joke or something but before he could, House had
reached over and pulled Wilson�s shoulder down so that he could angle up just a
little bit to kiss him again.
It
should be a crime against humanity how well this man could kiss. Wilson�s brain
fogged over. He responded but let House take over, let House decide what was
going to happen.
House
wasn�t about to waste time. Partially afraid that Wilson would come to his
senses any minute, he quickly decided on an onslaught of sensation
. Stripping off his shirt, he rolled a little so that he could kiss
Wilson and rub their bodies together just enough that the other man could feel
the length of him through his jeans. He kissed over Wilsons jaw, then moved slowly down his body, stroking his hands over his
neck, then his chest, then his abdomen�. Following each
stroke of his hands with his mouth. He nibbled, he licked. When he found
a spot that made Wilson cry out, he would lave it
with his tongue, biting down just a little then
kissing back over it. He ignored Wilson�s nipples, but loved watching how they
beaded up. He scraped his teeth over his navel, then
just rubbed his chin against the bulge in Wilson�s slacks.
�Huh�Housss� Wilson�s thoaty moan made
House�s own body tighten up.
He
paused for just a second and looked up the line of his body, meeting Wilson�s
eyes directly. Maybe it was stupid, but he wanted to give Wilson a second
to� think.
He
laughed, or gave what passed for a laugh. Wilson closed his eyes as House
unbuttoned and unzipped him. He lifted up just a little so that House could
pull down everything.
House
licked his lips.
The
first feel of House�s wet tongue on the very tip of his cock made his fists
clench near his sides. It made sense that he knew just what to do, exactly
where to go. He thought he would die, just have a heart attack right there on
the spot when House�s mouth engulfed him. He stopped thinking altogether when
he started to slowly tighten his mouth, sucking steadily.
Words
were beyond him. He couldn�t wrap his head around the fact that it was House
who was doing this� this�. His hands reached down over House�s hair. He
tentatively fisted his hands, then cried out again when House took his own
hands and put them over Wilson�s, showing him that he could pull if he wanted
to�
�
a burst of sensation and Wilson was using his hands to
try to pull away, gasping� babbling that he was close to coming, but House just
followed him when he pulled away, intent on what he was doing.
Wilson
froze for the briefest of seconds before he came, the feel of House�s mouth,
and throat and lips too much on his sensitive skin. Whatever he yelled was
garbled. He could feel House smile against him, and could picture, with what
was left of his brain , House�s smirk.
House
kissed the very tip and moved back up to the pillow. It was a strangely
affectionate gesture, one that he regretted almost as soon as he did it.
Wilson
was blitzed out, breathing heavily with his hand over his eyes. When it dawned
on him that House was now laying right next to him, he turned his head to look.
Somewhat sheepish brown eyes, met direct,
amused-in-that-way-you-look-after-you
know-you-did-something-particularly-worth-a-gold-star way blue ones.
�Hi.�
�Hi
back.�
�You-
uh didn�t� I mean, I didn�t get a chance to�uh..�
It
was House�s turn to look a little sheepish. �Hey. Shut up. Go to sleep, okay?�
Wilson
still was unable to think. Sleep. Sleep sounded good. ��Kay.�
He
was completely unaware of the way that he curled into House; he was asleep
almost before he had finished the movement.
But
House wasn�t. He lay there, listening to Wilson�s even breathing, feeling his
warm breath against his neck� and smiled.
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