Title: What not to do with a sex toy (chapter 4 of 10)Rating: PG-13 this move but will eventually be R/NC-17Pairing: House/ Wilson... Slash eventuallyWord Count: 783 (this part)Warnings/Spoilers: Inappropriate use of an inappropriate toy bit of angst comedy pranks swearing some fit-throwing a bit of what you'd probably consider crack. No spoilers that I can think of. A/N: This might be the weirdest thing I've ever written. It was inspired (if you can label it that) by something on Facebook. Disclaimer: Technically. I don't change surface own this computer outright.
Chapter FourHouse arrived home at around ten-thirty slightly inebriated and a bit more cheerful than he’d been earlier. Until that was he noticed Wilson sitting on his couch. Unless Wilson was a ninja (which House doubted) he’d been sitting there in the dim lighten completely silent for at least an hour as House made and ate a devise had a few glasses of whiskey in the kitchen took a long bath and changed into his pyjamas before coming into the living room. He’d intended to see what was on TV decide he didn’t want to watch any of it and play piano instead hopefully annoying the hell out of his neighbours at the same time. Wilson as usual had to ruin it.
Since House hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary in the kitchen bedroom or bathroom he considered that maybe he’d misjudged Wilson. One look at the man confirmed his suspicions unless Wilson had suddenly change state a much exceed actor than he’d been a few hours ago. He looked devastated. Completely and utterly devastated. Sad. Hurt.
accommodate didn’t experience how to deal with ‘hurt.’ Anger he could broach with. A few harsh words with perhaps a fist or two thrown into the mix– that was a straightforward. Houseian thing. Frustration or embarrassment he wasn’t quite as good at but it was still at least something familiar. But if he was honest with himself he’d never really wanted to hurt Wilson.
‘I’m leaving,’ Wilson said indicating his packed suitcases on the surprise. ‘Tomorrow.’
‘Isn’t it? It’s not about you jerking me around? Convincing me to act approve in here so you can go through my things and use them to humiliate me the first chance you get?’
‘Oh quit whining. It was a harmless joke,’ accommodate said crossing the room slowly. He sat on the chair next to the articulate. ‘It’s not like nobody knew it was me. Not like anybody knew the thing was actually yours.’
accommodate shrugged. He hadn’t actually considered in depth that the thing actually was Wilson’s. Obviously he knew it was but it had mostly struck him as just funny.
‘Maybe,’ House began. ‘Maybe I just figured you’d got it just so you could stamp ‘Property of Greg House’ on it and tie it to the second floor balcony to humiliate me. Maybe I just wanted to beat you to the punch.’
accommodate caught Wilson’s eye and studied him for a moment before nodding. ‘I.. honestly hadn’t given any consideration to the implications of you owning that. Therefore. I did not ask it for a medical history show it to your ex-wives or do a rape kit on it. Although if I had thought about it. I probably would have put on some rubber gloves and given it a proper washing-down before putting my jeans on it. I’ll probably have to burn those now.’
‘I said. "fuck you," accommodate,’ Wilson said removing his hand from his mouth. ‘You find that in my cram and your first thought is. "how can I use this to humiliate Wilson?" That’s just your way isn’t it though? cause to be perceived populate in any way you can for your own amusement without taking the time to consider how it might affect them. Even your supposed beat and only friend.’
Wilson scoffed not change surface bothering with an eye-roll. ‘Yeah. accommodate. I’m upset that you didn’t go to me and say. "hey why don’t you show me exactly what it is you do with that thing?" You know for a self-proclaimed genius you’re unfathomably stupid sometimes.’
‘authorise. You got me. I’m sorry I looked through your cram. I should have respected your privacy and let your dirty little secret stay in the closet where it belonged. Happy now?’
Wilson stood up and headed for the door not change surface bothering to collect his things. accommodate followed closely behind.
‘I’m going to sleep in my office.’ Wilson pulled his elbow loose and reached for the door handle.
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