House sighs as he looks at Cuddy, “What are you hiding House” House looks at her and smirks, “I hide my porn under a board on my floor” He barks, he and Wilson had been in a relationship for a year now, yet they still act like they ‘use’ each other, there is using but the ‘using’ is desired by both of them, both the touch starved men knew to hide their love towards the other in the office, and in their shared home, they felt safe enough to show their love.

“That’s not what I meant,” she crosses her arms, “I meant with you and Wilson, your both acting like you're in a relationship,” she states, as she says this an unknowing Wilson walks in with House’s favorite chocolates “Hey Gregory have you seen my blue tie?” House’s eyes snap to Wilson “No, maybe it’s in your-” Wilson is wearing that Mcgill sweatshirt, Cuddy completely forgotten by House , he smirks at Wilson “Hey James, look up darling”

 Wilson looks up to see his tie tied to a mistletoe, ( I love this concept okay?) Wilson’s face curls in a smile, his face red hot. “House!” Wilson pulls House into him and kisses him. Cuddy stares at the two “Mhem” House and Wilson look up, “Shit,” House looks at her and then at Wilson. “Can I get the clorofoam?” Wilson doesn’t say anything but he looks at Cuddy with wide eyes, “Lisa, it’s- Exactly what it looks like- me and House- Are-n't- in a relationship-” House interrupts and kisses Wilson more with love, "House!” Wilson laughs.

"So this is what you've been hiding?" House brings Wilson closer to him. "Yep," He cuddles into Wilson “I love him,” House states since it was obvious there was no way of getting out of this.

Wilson swallows. “Yeah, w-w-we’ve been i-in a rela-ationship for a while now,” House pulls Wilson even closer into his chest, the smaller man only whimpered “Hey, I got you,” Wilson then bite into House’s hand and tried to get on Wilson’s head, “Shit,” House whispered, “Hey bud, you're with me, Greg remember?” James only bit harder, “Wilson, you're going to pierce through,” House completely didn’t care about his hand, “Blood doesn’t taste good, Jimmy,” House smiles as Wilson lets go, a clear teardrop sliding down. “I’m sorry,” Wilson whispers.

House knew it was going to hurt later, but he didn’t care, right now all he cared about was Wilson, the small autistic man was checking House’s hand for serious damage, Wilson had a strong bite. “I’m sorry,” He said again. “Wilson we’ve talked about this, your autism is nothing to be sorry for,” House doesn’t care if Wilson bites him, not if it means his mildly younger lover is in pain or else.

“B-but I ke-keep hurting you” Wilson states, wincing when he saw the blood, “Yes and I don’t fight back,” House says with a smile, but it fades when he sees Wilson start to hit his thighs in anger, "Wilson!?" House grabs Wilson’s arms with haste, Wilson wails in anger “You shouldn’t have to put up with me!” Wilson yells anger flaring in his eyes. “Wilson?” Damn it

Ducklings! Wilson looked at them and started crying, “No know, not supposed to know!” He cries. House gently puts his hands around, and pulls Wilson close to his chest, “I’m sorry Wilson, this is my fault,”  House loops his arms around Wilson’s waist. 

“What’s going on here?” Foreman asks, “Is he autistic?” Chase questions being the idiot he sometimes is. “Yes,” House looks at Wilson and kisses the chocolate-eyed man. “Don’t let me go,” Wilson whispers “I might fall into another meltdown.” House sighs, it had been a surprise when Wilson said he was autistic, that he’d been hiding it, but House had agreed to love him no matter what and there was no changing that.

Sometimes Wilson wonders if he could not see House, in all of the older man’s glory. Last night, when he saw House in his sweatshirt, he couldn’t bring himself to ask the older man to take it off. It seemed right when he saw House in the grey McGill shirt, a piece of him on the person he cared about so much more than he realized.

But, let’s not say House is blind, because he’s not, not when it comes to Wilson, never when it comes to Wilson. He notices how Wilson steals his Mint and Wood cologne whenever he’s out of his own. He knows Wilson gets a lot of money for simply being a person who tells other people they have cancer cells slowly eating away at them, so he has enough to get more. He notices how Wilson smiles whenever House says something rude to push people out as if he was reeling Wilson in instead.

Now, House was lying on his carpet, aware of Wilson’s shuffling in the shared office. Wilson mutters something, or at least House believes it something irrelavent for his job.Wilson gets up and sits next to House on the floor. “I know you know House,” Wilson wasn’t looking at his ‘friend’. House sighs and gives a smile. “Yep, your pining is clear as daylight” He responds, no malice in his tone at all which made Wilson turn to him. His breath hitches “How long have you known?” House freezes when he saw the two clear drops in Wilson’s eyes. 

House stares, he should lie right? Say he didn’t know, act like he was confused, but he couldn’t. “Two Years,” House states, honestly. Wilson doesn’t say anything but he should’ve known House would’ve found out. House watches Wilson’s brown eyes and sighs. “It’s not something I w-was expecting, but I should have known you’d find out” Wilson looked so vulnerable, his brown eyes were so much more capable of emotion then House’s icy blue ones.

“You're an idiot,” House said, repeating the same thing Wilson had once said to him. Wilson looked down, “I know, I’m a shame to humanity” Wilson was obviously feeling like he was the only one in love with a man who didn’t care about people’s feelings, but even House was able to love “Your, my shame to humanity,” House pauses, “You should see what I see, James,” House shuffles closer to Wilson, putting his head in Wilson’s lap.

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