Kisses like those were rare for House, not just from Wilson, but from all.

After the kiss with released House told his boyfriend, exactly how he got away with faking his death. Wilson’s face distorted in anger.

 “How are you supposed to live huh? How are you gonna buy a house, buy a car?” He asked his boyfriend, he took a breath as House spoke over him. 

“I don’t care about that Wilson. A dead man can’t go to jail-“ He takes a pause, avoiding eye contact with his boyfriend, whose eyes widen.

 Not because of fear, because he could see House was trying to be vulnerable- and he was.

“I’m not trying to spend months behind bars without knowing if you’re alive or not.” He admits, his blue eyes glazing Wilson’s dark ones. 

“I’m not going to let you die without me in the room. Without me holding you.” 

House’s eyes almost seemed glazed with tears. His blue watercolored eyes, not framed by tears. Like a Picasso painting framed with gold. House took one more deep breath before speaking, Wilson did not dare to cut him off on his words.

“I’m not going let you- the man i seem to love and care about, die alone. No, not if i ca help it.” 

He tells Wilson, his cane wobbled underneath his arm, he was so..open right now- and Wilson liked it.

This wasn’t like a puzzle House loved to solve, and creat. 

This was House. No walls, or boarders protecting him- just him and his true emotions.

“I know..I know.”

Is all that escaped Wilson’s lips before pulling house in another hug.

From that day forward House and Wilson spend days and nights together, driving through American checking things off Wilson’s bucket list. 

Even the craziest things, were done- like how Wilson and House both signed up to be stripers for a night.

The bridesmaids to the bridal party loved them, or the young twinks that kept shoving money in their ass for a lap dance.

Or House’s favorite memory on the bucket list “Steal something: a store, person.”

House could remember this one like it was a few months ago- maybe because it was, or maybe because it was awesome.

We now see the couple at a diner eating, with a sheet of paper they look over reading, as each take bites of their breakfast, and sips of coffee.

 “Hm, what about this one? Adopt a cat or dog?” Wilson says excitedly reading one off his bucket list. It’s been nice, just spending time together, not a care in the world, almost made them both forget that Wilson was slowly dying. 

“That’s stupid.” House said bluntly to his boyfriend, before taking a bite out of his eggs. 

“How is that stupid House? I haven’t seen you say anything” Wilson retaliated to his partner. 

“First off, you’re allergic to cats. And secondly, you’re dying, remember? Dog would become attached to something that’s gonna die in a few months.” 

“Well what do you suggest we do? Steal an elderly woman’s purse? Rob a convenience store?!” Wilson quickly asks his boyfriend.

 A smirk grows on House’s face. And this grin meant nothing good.

“No, no, no, NO! House we are NOT robbing a convince store, or anything in general!”

“OH, why not?! Scared of fun?”

House asks him crossing his arms and leaning back in the booth’s chair 

“I’m scared of ‘fun’, once it becomes illegal” Wilson states taking bites out of his breakfast, as House flagged over the waitress for the check.

“Your scared of being caught, like your always are. Hence, why you never cheated on any of wives, like- Taub.”  He says digging in his wallet and putting cash on the check, and getting up.

“You’re dying for christ sake! Fucking live a little!!” He yells at him before limping away on his cane to their bikes that waited for them outside the diner. 

Wilson with a sigh followed House. “Fine! Want me to live a little? Let’s go rob a convenience store!” He tells House throwing his arms up as he sees House already seated on his motorcycle. With Wilson’s words he smirks.

“THAT’S THE SPIRIT!!” He yells out making people walking in, and out of the diner look at them. House gives Wilson a quick peck before making their way to the nearest convenience store.

Long story short they succeeded- partly. Not before getting hit with a  bamboo broom by an old, small, homophobic, Vietnamese woman. Thankfully House and Wilson managed to talk to the woman’s much younger son, and he found the situation funny, yet felt sorry for them. 

“I can remember it like it’s yesterday Wilson”

He says holding his weak boyfriend in his arms.

Wilson now has deep bags under his eyes, his hair- or what’s left of it very thin. His clothes drenched in sweat, as he let House hold him softly. 

“Yeah” He mutters back, not without a cough afterwards. “That Asian woman not happy about it.”

“Well at least i got some new pornos.” House says half jokingly. 

He soon stops his laughter seeing Wilson’s coughing fit grow worse and worse, the worse it’s ever been. He closed his eyes and held him, taking in breaths of his sent.

“House..i..” He cuts himself off with another few coughs

“I think it’s time House”

“Stop doing that shit. You did it last week, can’t pull on over on me this time!” He jokes with sass, yet her partly ment it.

“No House- I mean it..for real this time.” He took a deep breath. “I can feel it.”

He sighs as House held him closer. 

“Okay.” Is what he mutters, as tears fall from Wilson’s eyes. 

“I’m not ready House. I thought i was. I’m not..” He cries to him, as House wipes his tears with his thumbs. 

“No one is Wilson, no one is.” He tells him kissing his tears and worries away. 

“No House. I’m not ready..i can’t..the list isn’t even complete!”

“It’s as much as we could do, hun”

“Im sorry House..” 

“For what?”

“For not listening to you. I should have done chemo! We would have had years together, maybe actually has time to adopt a dog!” He cries to him. 

“Or cat” House jokes softly, wiping a tear away, as he tilts Wilson’s head up. 

“Yeah..or a cat..” He whispers against his lips.

“I love you Gregory House.”

“I love you too James Wilson”

The kiss soft yet, passionate. Something that you only see in movies, or shitty rom-coms.

Soon House realizes that Wilson isn’t kissing back. His lips already feel cold.

He withdraws his kiss, and touches his fingers to his neck. 

No pulse.

Tears shred from his eyes, like thick icy rain dripping from the blue sky at night.

House holds Wilson for a bit longer, before getting up com the bed.

He walks over the safe that laid inside the motels closet. 

With a few simple clicks of the keypad, it opens to reveal a gun.

House had kept this gun away from Wilson, afraid he would get mad at him, or turn it in the police so he wouldn’t do anything stupid.

With tears fogging up House’s bison he picks up the gun, walks over to Wilson’s cold body, giving his forehead on last kiss. He sat in the chair across from the bed, looking at Wilson between his tears.

He lifts the gun up to the side of his head, and pulls the trigger. 

BANG!

Is what echoed out into the dark, immediately people dialed 911. 

Medics, and police  arrived to the scene. 

Two men dead.

One by cancer.

And one who couldn’t live without his best friend, and  best lover.