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Wilson shifted in bed, groaning softly into his pillow. He was exhausted after a whole day of stressful work and he barely even remembered coming back home yesterday and preparing for the night (if he even did, given he was still in his work clothes. He definitely needed to take a shower after he woke up properly).
Now it was early morning, sunlight cutting through the window and landing directly on Wilson’s closed eyes like a dagger, making him see orange and yellow through his eyelids.
He shifted in bed again in an attempt to turn on his other side, stopping dead in his tracks immediately.
Something wasn’t right.
He felt warmer than usual. Around a particular part of his body. Not the one you’re probably thinking of.
Around his waist.
Also his back.
Something was clinging onto him. Someone.
Wilson could recognize these arms everywhere. The strong grip. The bony fingers. The way they would tighten around his middle on instinct everytime he tried to move away.
House.
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Wilson landed on his bed with a thump, too exhausted to even change into his pajamas. He drifted off to sleep immediately.
He woke up in the middle of the night after what felt like just minutes, though Wilson was pretty sure was hours. The clock beside his bed confirmed his theory.
2:36 am. He groaned.
But how did he wake up exactly? He only now noticed the tall and lanky silhouette standing above him beside the bed and he nearly screamed before identifying who it was and calmed down.
”House,” Wilson sighed through gritted teeth, too tired for his roommate’s games.
”I’m cold,” was all House said, still not moving from his place beside Wilson’s bed. Why did I move in with this idiot again?, Wilson thought.
”You have your own bed,” he grumbled, putting a hand over his stinging eyes.
House still didn’t move. Wilson pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated sigh but moved a little to the side. “Come on.” He patted the covers on his left. House lit up, his posture straightening, and lay down on his back beside Wilson, shoulders close but not quite touching, just enough to share body heat.
”Good night, House. If I feel a hand on my dick the exact moment I close my eyes I’m kicking you out.”
House snorted, a light smirk appearing on his face. “No promises.”
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Wilson recalled the events from a few hours ago in the middle of the night. So that’s why House was in his bed. It didn’t explain why he was being spooned by his best friend, though. At some point while they were asleep the older man must have shifted closer to the younger and wrap his arms around him as if he were his fucking body pillow.
“House,” Wilson hissed. “House.”
The man drew in a sharp breath and lifted his head a little, most likely woken up from a dream.
“What,” he rasped gruffly. His hair was a mess, gray tufts sticking out in every direction, his eyes half-lidded as they were still not used to the light.
“What. is that.” Wilson’s voice was harsh.
House looked around him with narrowed eyes, processing what was happening, then flopped his head back on the pillow, seemingly not bothered by the situation he had caused. His hands still hadn’t released their grip around Wilson’s middle.
“Wh- House!” Wilson rose his voice a little, more annoyed at his friend now. He didn’t even try to be offended by his friend’s lack of understanding of boundaries, this was House we are talking about for God’s sake, but the feeling of House’s arms wrapped around him made his stomach twist, warmth creeping up his neck to his cheeks.
He tried yanking him off. Nothing. Curse this idiot for being so strong.
He tried knocking his elbows deep into House’s ribs. That one actually worked. The older man let out a surprised yelp, clutching his torso. Unfortunately, he recovered too quickly for Wilson’s liking and catched the younger man by his wrist just in time and dragged him down to trap him once again, preventing the latter from escaping. Wilson could smell the shit-eating grin on House’s triumphant face.
”I’ve got work, House! And so do you. Let go of me.”
“Meh.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
At that House’s fingers dig into Wilson’s sides and now it was the latter’s turn to yelp and jump in surprise as well as fall off the bed as the other barked out a genuine, amused laugh, something rarely heard from a man like House, the famous, grumpy and apathetic diagnostician of Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital. It almost made something warm bloom inside Wilson’s chest like a flower, despite how much he currently wanted to punch the selfish bastard in the face.
This man is going to ruin me, he thought, casting a fond smile toward his friend.
House reciprocated the smile as if saying ‘Oh, I sure am.’
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