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evila_elfTitle: My Guy
Rating: Pg-13/R
Pairing: H/W
Wordcount: 1128
Summary: Wilson is lonely and bored while House is gone.
Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
daasgrrl's birthday. She wanted a fic where Wilson sings and/or dances.
My Guy
Wilson sighed and switched off the TV. He was bored. It was his day off. House’s too, but there had been some patient emergency and he had to run—figuratively speaking, that is. He sighed again, annoyed. There had to be some other form of entertainment besides House. He wasn’t that pathetic. Was he?
He stood and scanned the apartment. His eyes lingered on the kitchen and he wrinkled his nose. Dishes. Lots of dishes. Maybe now that he had some peace and quiet he could get them done. It was impossible to get things cleaned up when House was insistent on watching TV or…other activities. Wilson had to smile. Dishes! he reminded himself. Even when House wasn’t there, House managed to distract him!
With the TV off, it was quiet. Too quiet. Wilson was tempted to switch the noise box back on. To give himself some company, like owners do in an attempt to keep their pets from getting lonely while they are away. House’s pet…maybe he should buy himself a leash...Dishes!
One foot in front of the other and he found himself standing before the full sink. He wrinkled his nose again, this time at the smell. He spied a radio in the corner and went to turn it on. Some hard rock song blasted from the speakers and Wilson quickly turned the volume down, then flicked through the stations to find something that wouldn’t make his ears bleed. He settled on an oldies station, the song Teen Angel soothing him as he turned back toward the dishes.
Wilson spread an old dishtowel down next to the sink and started moving the dishes onto it, telling himself the whole time that the critters running away from the light were all just in his imagination. He started humming along to the old songs in an attempt to distract himself from what his hands were touching.
I can’t see love in nobody but you
for all my life.
When I’m with you,
Baby the sky will be blue
for all my life...
Wilson mumbled along to the song by the Turtles as he concentrated on chipping away leftovers from the bottom of a pot. He frowned at it in a feeble hope that he would scare the pot into shaking itself clean. Yeah, feeble. Very. Maybe he could go out and buy new pots. But it was too late to head out and buy new kitchenware, and the whole point of doing the dishes was to take his mind off of House’s absence.
Wilson was just in the process of drying a large serving spoon when a new song began:
Nothing you could say
Can tear me away from my guy
Nothing you could do
Cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy
Wilson started to smile...
***
House entered his apartment and slammed the door to announce his arrival. He shouldn’t have bothered. The music that was blaring from the kitchen was enough to make even the clumsiest of burglars a stealthy success. He followed the music to the doorway, a reprimand about loud music being his shtick on his lips. Whatever he was about to say fled his mind with little chance of return…Wilson’s sleeves were rolled up, delicious forearms exposed. His fingers were wrapped around the thin handle of a spoon, the spoon near his mouth. His mouth...was singing. Wilson was singing. Falsetto.
“As a matter of opinion
I think he's tops.
My opinion is he's the
cream of the crop.
As a matter of taste to be exact,
He's my ideal as a matter of fact.”
House bit his lip. House put a hand across his mouth. Two hands. Then laughter exploded from between the fingers.
Wilson yelped like a dog that had been whapped on the end of the nose with a rolled up newspaper, then dropped the spoon with a splash into the water—drowning the evidence, perhaps. He whirled around, eyes wide, face red. Yep, full panic mode, frozen in place by terror...or at least by abject humiliation.
The song continued, way too happy and pleased sounding:
He may not be a movie star
But when it comes to be happy,
we are.
There's not a man today who
could take me away from my guy
House approached and placed a hand on the edge of the counter on either side of Wilson’s waist. He was grinning at his silly lover. He moved in closer, closing the bit of space between their bodies. Wilson was so hot when he was flustered.
The singing oncologist was afraid to look House in the eyes. It was only a matter of time before the jokes started, now that he had hesitated too long and it was too late to flee.
House leaned forward and kissed the blush lines on Wilson’s neck, then his even redder cheek. The song came to an end and neither seemed to notice.
Wilson finally looked at House as he pulled back, still leery. House rubbed against him and his anxiety started to melt away lips and tongue found his just as a new song started to play:
I Henry the 8th I am
Henry the 8th I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door,
She’s been married seven times before...
They turned as one to look at the radio. Then House started to laugh. “Looks like this is going to be our song now!”
Wilson groaned and cast a helpless gaze ceilingward.
House took the opportunity to kiss the exposed neck, a smile upon his face. He pulled away and motioned for Wilson to follow. Towards the bedroom.
Once again, House was distracting him from the dishes. And, once again, he didn’t mind one bit as he was willingly dragged towards the bedroom, clothes seeming to disappear with each step. House sat on the edge of the bed and Wilson helped tug his jeans off before shoving him backwards and climbing on top, aligning both their naked bodies.
Wilson ran his fingers over House’s sides and kissed the stubble along his jaw, feeling House’s lips against the side of his cheek. Then he felt the lips curl up into a smile.
“Your hands are all pruney,” House whispered.
Wilson dropped his head down to House’s shoulder and sighed. “And it starts,” he mumbled against the skin.
House lifted Wilson’s head with a finger under his chin, giving him a soft kiss. “Very talented mouth. Maybe you could show off some of its hidden talents for me?”
Wilson narrowed his eyes at his lover. Then he slid downwards, planting kisses against House’s neck, chest, stomach. He paused. “How about an oldie but a goodie?” He smiled but didn’t give House a chance to reply.
So Happy Together—Turtles:
http://www.sendspace.com/file/sp88lu
My Guy:
http://www.sendspace.com/file/9zd9kk
Henry the VIII
http://www.sendspace.com/file/65urzr
Rating: Pg-13/R
Pairing: H/W
Wordcount: 1128
Summary: Wilson is lonely and bored while House is gone.
Note: Written for
daasgrrl's birthday. She wanted a fic where Wilson sings and/or dances.My Guy
Wilson sighed and switched off the TV. He was bored. It was his day off. House’s too, but there had been some patient emergency and he had to run—figuratively speaking, that is. He sighed again, annoyed. There had to be some other form of entertainment besides House. He wasn’t that pathetic. Was he?
He stood and scanned the apartment. His eyes lingered on the kitchen and he wrinkled his nose. Dishes. Lots of dishes. Maybe now that he had some peace and quiet he could get them done. It was impossible to get things cleaned up when House was insistent on watching TV or…other activities. Wilson had to smile. Dishes! he reminded himself. Even when House wasn’t there, House managed to distract him!
With the TV off, it was quiet. Too quiet. Wilson was tempted to switch the noise box back on. To give himself some company, like owners do in an attempt to keep their pets from getting lonely while they are away. House’s pet…maybe he should buy himself a leash...Dishes!
One foot in front of the other and he found himself standing before the full sink. He wrinkled his nose again, this time at the smell. He spied a radio in the corner and went to turn it on. Some hard rock song blasted from the speakers and Wilson quickly turned the volume down, then flicked through the stations to find something that wouldn’t make his ears bleed. He settled on an oldies station, the song Teen Angel soothing him as he turned back toward the dishes.
Wilson spread an old dishtowel down next to the sink and started moving the dishes onto it, telling himself the whole time that the critters running away from the light were all just in his imagination. He started humming along to the old songs in an attempt to distract himself from what his hands were touching.
I can’t see love in nobody but you
for all my life.
When I’m with you,
Baby the sky will be blue
for all my life...
Wilson mumbled along to the song by the Turtles as he concentrated on chipping away leftovers from the bottom of a pot. He frowned at it in a feeble hope that he would scare the pot into shaking itself clean. Yeah, feeble. Very. Maybe he could go out and buy new pots. But it was too late to head out and buy new kitchenware, and the whole point of doing the dishes was to take his mind off of House’s absence.
Wilson was just in the process of drying a large serving spoon when a new song began:
Nothing you could say
Can tear me away from my guy
Nothing you could do
Cause I'm stuck like glue to my guy
Wilson started to smile...
***
House entered his apartment and slammed the door to announce his arrival. He shouldn’t have bothered. The music that was blaring from the kitchen was enough to make even the clumsiest of burglars a stealthy success. He followed the music to the doorway, a reprimand about loud music being his shtick on his lips. Whatever he was about to say fled his mind with little chance of return…Wilson’s sleeves were rolled up, delicious forearms exposed. His fingers were wrapped around the thin handle of a spoon, the spoon near his mouth. His mouth...was singing. Wilson was singing. Falsetto.
“As a matter of opinion
I think he's tops.
My opinion is he's the
cream of the crop.
As a matter of taste to be exact,
He's my ideal as a matter of fact.”
House bit his lip. House put a hand across his mouth. Two hands. Then laughter exploded from between the fingers.
Wilson yelped like a dog that had been whapped on the end of the nose with a rolled up newspaper, then dropped the spoon with a splash into the water—drowning the evidence, perhaps. He whirled around, eyes wide, face red. Yep, full panic mode, frozen in place by terror...or at least by abject humiliation.
The song continued, way too happy and pleased sounding:
He may not be a movie star
But when it comes to be happy,
we are.
There's not a man today who
could take me away from my guy
House approached and placed a hand on the edge of the counter on either side of Wilson’s waist. He was grinning at his silly lover. He moved in closer, closing the bit of space between their bodies. Wilson was so hot when he was flustered.
The singing oncologist was afraid to look House in the eyes. It was only a matter of time before the jokes started, now that he had hesitated too long and it was too late to flee.
House leaned forward and kissed the blush lines on Wilson’s neck, then his even redder cheek. The song came to an end and neither seemed to notice.
Wilson finally looked at House as he pulled back, still leery. House rubbed against him and his anxiety started to melt away lips and tongue found his just as a new song started to play:
I Henry the 8th I am
Henry the 8th I am, I am
I got married to the widow next door,
She’s been married seven times before...
They turned as one to look at the radio. Then House started to laugh. “Looks like this is going to be our song now!”
Wilson groaned and cast a helpless gaze ceilingward.
House took the opportunity to kiss the exposed neck, a smile upon his face. He pulled away and motioned for Wilson to follow. Towards the bedroom.
Once again, House was distracting him from the dishes. And, once again, he didn’t mind one bit as he was willingly dragged towards the bedroom, clothes seeming to disappear with each step. House sat on the edge of the bed and Wilson helped tug his jeans off before shoving him backwards and climbing on top, aligning both their naked bodies.
Wilson ran his fingers over House’s sides and kissed the stubble along his jaw, feeling House’s lips against the side of his cheek. Then he felt the lips curl up into a smile.
“Your hands are all pruney,” House whispered.
Wilson dropped his head down to House’s shoulder and sighed. “And it starts,” he mumbled against the skin.
House lifted Wilson’s head with a finger under his chin, giving him a soft kiss. “Very talented mouth. Maybe you could show off some of its hidden talents for me?”
Wilson narrowed his eyes at his lover. Then he slid downwards, planting kisses against House’s neck, chest, stomach. He paused. “How about an oldie but a goodie?” He smiled but didn’t give House a chance to reply.
So Happy Together—Turtles:
http://www.sendspace.com/file/sp88lu
My Guy:
http://www.sendspace.com/file/9zd9kk
Henry the VIII
http://www.sendspace.com/file/65urzr
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Date: 2006-06-25 10:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-25 10:39 am (UTC)Thx :D
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Date: 2006-06-25 02:36 pm (UTC)This was adorable, BTW. And I hear it's your birthday! So happy birthday my dear! :-D
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Date: 2006-06-25 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-25 05:14 pm (UTC)(And! I am sorry that I didn't realize until I read someone else's comment. Happy birthday! Would you like a ficlet? If you would, just let me know fandom, pairing, and any other request, and I will try to write something.)
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Date: 2006-06-25 08:22 pm (UTC)These two are so much fun to write about!
If you want, you can write a little fluffy H/W piece, but you don't have to :)
Thx again!
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Date: 2006-06-26 12:52 am (UTC)Wilson is such a utter dork. This is so sweet and funny. It carries through really nicely.
And happy birthday, evila elf. May you have all the Housefic you desire today.
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Date: 2006-06-26 01:05 am (UTC)Thank you and thank you!
I love dorky Wilson :D
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Date: 2006-06-26 03:35 am (UTC)I imagined Robert Sean Leonard doing this and almost died laughing. Oh my *wipes eyes* my sides hurt now.
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Date: 2006-06-26 03:47 am (UTC)Glad ya enjoyed it!
RSL soooo needs to sing on House....ummm...hehe
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Date: 2006-06-26 07:21 am (UTC)MASH was the fandom I was deep into before House :)
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Date: 2006-06-26 07:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-26 07:56 am (UTC)Also a tad of Trapper/Hawk...but BJ/Hawk was an easier addiction to feed. I have a handful of stories written that are up in my memories, but most are super-tame compared to my House fics ^.^
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Date: 2006-06-26 09:08 am (UTC)You have a doctor fetish, don't you? Hawk and Wilson both kinda have the depressing, stressful medicine thing going on...Or is Hawk more like House? God, I shouldn't be crossing those, this way madness lies *chases self off that train of thought*
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Date: 2006-06-26 09:27 am (UTC)Wilson-Trapper
Frank-Chase
MASH was my first LJ fandom, and a lot of the friends I met there made th crossover to House. We had a large discussion on the similarities of the two shows. I wish I could remember half of it. Fun times, fun times.
I liked Trapper best because I first watched the show when I was like 10 or something, and Trapper was my favorite. After falling for it again, and finding all the wonderful Hawk/BJ fics, I started to prefer them. Except the 'stash of doom. Hated it!
MASH and House...only two medical shows I watch ^.^
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Date: 2006-06-26 09:45 am (UTC)Not surprisingly, my first LJ fandom was Harry Potter, then Velvet Goldmine briefly, but then I jumped to Brokeback Mountain, then to House (although I'm surprised House didn't come first). I've been making like a cricket on speed for the past four(ish) years now :D
I suppose I liked Hawk the best because I identified the most with him. Very smart, but cynical and sarcastic with a very quick/barbed sense of humour. But Hawk and I both have a good heart lurking in there, and are often disgusted with humanity and deeply hurt by things for all the cynicism.
Actually, I liked Sydney Friedman a lot too (I stole his thing of writing to Sigmund Freud), but that's more my psychology wonk/intellectual side talking. We'll say that he and Hawk are tied as my favourite.
Hmmm...I watch M*A*S*H, House, and E.R. And there was this one paramedic show that I caught a bit of and it was quite good for a show on Nickelodeon (the new version, anyway) that had Shawn Ashmore (aka Iceman) in. Can't remember for the life of me what it was called though.
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Date: 2006-06-26 10:03 am (UTC)Chase-Frank because both have nicknames (Wombat and Farret Face) and both are kinda turncoat-ish...though I hate characterizing Chase as that because of him trying to save his ass.
Loved Hawkeye for his humour, and Sydney was great as well. Also loved Colonel Flagg! Hell...I loved them all...except Margaret.
I used to watch Providence, but not to a fangirly state. It had Mike Farrel in it.
Oh, and Cuddy should be Henry. Esp with her introducing Doctor Webber and his cure-headache drug.
Getting late. Bedtime for me ^.^
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Date: 2006-06-26 10:06 am (UTC)Awww, alrighty then. Nighty night!
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Date: 2006-06-26 10:18 am (UTC)I hate the fics that make Chase out to be...whimpish and act like he doesn't have a spine.
Which is why, in my 3sum fic, Chase gets to top *snicker*
Bed now...for reals this time...I think...
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Date: 2006-06-26 03:55 am (UTC)Wilson is cute no matter what he does!
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Date: 2006-06-26 05:01 am (UTC)Hmm. This gives me funny mental pictures of Wilson doing air-guitar. Hehehe.
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Date: 2006-06-26 07:10 pm (UTC)Glad ya enjoyed it :D
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Date: 2006-06-26 09:32 pm (UTC)this and just picturing wilson singing in falsetto had me cracking up. internet cookies for you!
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Date: 2006-06-26 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-26 11:26 pm (UTC)don't worry wilson, i watch house all the time, too... -_- :P
so funny, loved it :P
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Date: 2006-06-26 11:33 pm (UTC)Thank you :)
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Date: 2006-06-27 01:26 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it :D
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Date: 2006-06-27 02:44 am (UTC)THANK YOU!!!
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Date: 2006-06-27 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-26 09:35 pm (UTC)Adorkable Wilson :)
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Date: 2007-01-27 06:18 am (UTC)So glad you liked, was great fun to write! And I can upload the songs for you if you haven't heard them before :)
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Date: 2007-01-27 10:45 am (UTC)It would be great to hear the songs! I know 'My Guy', but not the other two. If you get a chance, that would be brill, thanks!
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Date: 2007-01-27 11:18 am (UTC)Enjoy :)
Turtles - So Happy Together
Hermans Hermits - Henry the VIII
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Date: 2007-01-27 02:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-27 02:14 pm (UTC)Henry the VIII is just excellent! :)
*amazed once again by just how wonderful the internet is*
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Date: 2007-01-27 08:08 pm (UTC)Back when I was writing it, I was tring to decide what songs to use, so I switched on to the Oldies for a little inspiration and the first three songs that played were the ones I used, they fit so well.
*huggles*