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“Hey, are you going to that masquerade ball tonight?” Wilson asked, coming in to House’s office.
“That charity event where we all show up wearing what we normally would and adding in some dumb little masks?” House questioned, “sadly yes, Cuddy said I can get out of two weeks of clinic duty if I go and perform a few songs.”
“She’s getting you to perform?” Wilson asked.
“Yep,” House replied, “apparently someone backed out last minute and she needs a replacement for an hour.”
“What will you be playing? Piano? guitar? Harmonica?”
“Probably piano, maybe a bit of singing,” House told him.
“You’re going to sing?” Wilson questioned.
“Does that shock you?” House replied.
“No, I just don’t hear you sing often, everytime I come round and you’re playing music it’s usually some piano piece,” the younger man commented.
“Well looks like you get to witness something extraordinary tonight then,” House joked.
“So it seems,” Wilson replied before leaving the office.
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“House where the hell have you been? You’re on in 10 minutes,” Cuddy said as she and Wilson walked over to House who had just come through the door.
“I had to pick the right mask,” he replied, “tell me does this one make my ass look big?” Cuddy rolled her eyes and walked off without giving him an answer. House turned to Wilson and raised an eyebrow expectantly. Wilson just looked back at him before sighing.
“It makes your ass look great, now hurry up and get on stage,” he said before ushering his friend in the direction of the stage.
House spent the next hour playing beautiful melodies on the piano, some were his favourite classical pieces, others were more upbeat and got people dancing on the dance floor. Wilson sat at the bar the entire time listening to his friend play, he was pleasantly surprised by the singing, he knew House could sing but didn’t hear it often, but it was mesmerising and he found himself getting lost in his voice.
“This next one is going to be my last,” he heard House say from the stage, “It’s going to be a slow song, so grab a partner and hit the dance floor,” Wilson chuckled slightly at this, House was a natural performer. He heard the piano tune start to play out and listened intently to House’s voice.
‘Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you.’
House’s voice fit this song well and Wilson found himself staring at his best friend.
‘Shall I stay? Would it be a sin if I can’t help falling in love with you?’
The people on the dance floor seemed to approve of this song as they swayed with their loved ones.
‘Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things were meant to be.’
As House sang he looked out over the people on the dance floor before his eyes settled on Wilson.
‘Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help falling in love with you.’
Wilson’s heart started to beat quickly when House sang this, they had locked eyes and neither were willing to look away.
‘Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes some things are meant to be.’
It was almost as if House were serenading him. In that moment, he felt as if they were the only two people in the room and he wondered if House felt the same.
‘Take my hand, take my whole life too, for I can’t help falling in love with you.’
House didn’t move his eyes away from Wilson and the oncologist could feel himself melt into those blue eyes.
‘For I can’t help falling in love with you.’
As House finished the song, Wilson finished his drink, still locking eyes with the older man on the stage. House broke the eye contact first as people applauded him, he said a quick thank you and headed off of the stage for someone else to take his place, he looked over to the bar and noticed that his friend was no longer sitting there. He searched the room but there was no sign of him.
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Wilson opened the door to his office and quickly shut it behind him. He ripped off his mask and undid his tie slightly. His emotions had all suddenly hit him, he had known for a long time that he had feelings for House but always assumed the other man was straight and didn’t have any feelings back, but after that performance he was having doubts. The tension between them as House sang was electric and it took all of his effort not to go back to the party, grab his friend and make out with him. He was torn from his thoughts when the door opened.
“Was my singing really that bad?” House asked as he stepped into the room and closed the door, Wilson turned to face him but didn’t reply, “I mean I thought you were enjoying it, you didn’t seem to move at all for the whole hour,” Wilson still didn’t say anything, “have you been drinking too much or something because I don’t think you’ve listened to a word I’ve said this whole ti-“ House was cut off when Wilson suddenly crashed into him, pinning him to the door with his body. One of Wilson’s hands was on House’s hip and he was leaning against the door with the other.
“I need you to tell me that you want this House,” Wilson said, voice low and seductive, he could feel House’s heart pounding against him and saw the other man swallow hard, completely at a loss for words, “please House,” he pleaded.
“I want this,” House whispered. Wilson pulled House’s mask from his face and looked into those beautiful blue eyes that he spent a large amount of time thinking about. He leant forward and took his friend’s lips into a kiss, it was soft at first but was soon deepened as the two men succumbed to their lust for each other. House moved his hand along the door feeling for the lock and turning it when he found it before bringing his arms up around Wilson’s neck and moving them both further into the room. They stumbled towards the couch, House almost falling as he dropped his cane but Wilson’s arm’s around him kept him upright. They landed on the couch, a trail of jackets and ties behind them.
“You sure about this?” Wilson asked, House didn’t answer with his words, instead he locked lips with Wilson again and started to work on the buttons on the other man’s shirt.
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The two doctors found themselves at the party again just as it was finishing, both checking that their clothes were looking pristine again, Wilson flattening his hair from where House’s fingers had been brushing through it.
“Where the hell have you two been? I was just about to announce the total amount that we’d raised tonight,” Cuddy asked, coming up to the two men.
“We were making sweet, sweet love in Wilson’s office,” House replied, “this limp isn’t just from the pain in my leg,” Cuddy huffed and walked away from the two men.
“I can never get a straight answer from you,” they heard her mutter as she left.
“Oh there was definitely nothing straight about it,” Wilson commented to her retreating back causing House to laugh.
“So want to get out of here?” House asked the smaller man.
“Let’s listen to her speech first, I think she might actually kill us if we miss any more of this thing,” Wilson replied giving House a smile, the two men stood together at the back of the room as Cuddy gave her speech, they were so close that their hands were brushing against each other, the electricity between them making promises for the night ahead.