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Fin (continued)
Aug. 22nd, 2021 12:09 pmHouse dragged a finger down Fin's arm. "I'm sure people tell you all the time how beautiful you are," he said.
House didn't care for the puck, but he was useful. He'd procured a number of things from him over the past year - jack daniels, the type of narcotics unavailable through medical, and an actual record player along with some records. He hadn't expected to procure sex through him, but... he might have mentioned it offhand, once. Nothing he was a stranger to, back on earth. Especially since his leg.
But when the puck reminded him of that offhand comment, and said he'd just procured a license for one of the newcomers onboard... he'd agree.
What was he thinking? He was already regretting this. Not enough to call it off... but he was an absolute bundle of nerves when the door chime rang. And "bundle of nerves" was not a frequent feeling for him.
He was still wearing his uniform, because he hadn't known what else to put on, and so at least it saved him a decision.
He opened the door. "Uh. Hi. Come in."
But when the puck reminded him of that offhand comment, and said he'd just procured a license for one of the newcomers onboard... he'd agree.
What was he thinking? He was already regretting this. Not enough to call it off... but he was an absolute bundle of nerves when the door chime rang. And "bundle of nerves" was not a frequent feeling for him.
He was still wearing his uniform, because he hadn't known what else to put on, and so at least it saved him a decision.
He opened the door. "Uh. Hi. Come in."
House had left work earlier than planned that day because one of his patients had done better than expected overnight, and been released. So House was also in a good mood because... well, he'd been right. Of course.
He got some food at the diner by the hospital, and then on impulse texted Spencer Reid. Any chance he wanted to play chess? House gave him the address of his flat, and headed there after paying his check.
He got some food at the diner by the hospital, and then on impulse texted Spencer Reid. Any chance he wanted to play chess? House gave him the address of his flat, and headed there after paying his check.
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House shook his head, and brought his hand to Fin's face. "I don't want to take even the smallest chance of hurting you," he insisted. "Also mmmmm I don't suppose you carry lube on you..."
House shook his head, and brought his hand to Fin's face. "I don't want to take even the smallest chance of hurting you," he insisted. "Also mmmmm I don't suppose you carry lube on you..."
House had spent the night at Danny's the night before, and when he woke he heard Danny in the shower. He yawned and got out of bed, making his way to the kitchen in his boxers to brew a pot of coffee.
Then he walked into the study across from the kitchen. He hadn't paid much attention to it, but then his eyes went to a dark wood case in one corner. He went over, pulled it open, and... jackpot. Chess board.
He carried it into the dining room and put it on the table, opening it up and pulling out drawers of pieces. He'd just finished putting the last white pawn in place when he heard Danny. "Want to play?" he asked. "Coffee might be done."
Then he walked into the study across from the kitchen. He hadn't paid much attention to it, but then his eyes went to a dark wood case in one corner. He went over, pulled it open, and... jackpot. Chess board.
He carried it into the dining room and put it on the table, opening it up and pulling out drawers of pieces. He'd just finished putting the last white pawn in place when he heard Danny. "Want to play?" he asked. "Coffee might be done."
Hex had insisted that House just wear the suit home. And "home" most days still was Danny's place. It was somewhat late when he showed up, and found Danny in the kitchen.
"Hey," he sad, and tried to muster up the sexy he'd been doing pretty well with early, but it ended up coming out a bit sheepish instead.
"Hey," he sad, and tried to muster up the sexy he'd been doing pretty well with early, but it ended up coming out a bit sheepish instead.
House had been at the hospital since the wee hours of the morning, thanks to a patient having emergency surgery. He was considering napping on the couch, or maybe just going home, when shortly before what would typically be lunchtime, he got a text from Hex asking if he'd like him to bring him lunch. He'd made lasagna last night.
God, when was the last time House had had a home cooked lasagna... oh, right. James.
He texted Hex back and told him where the find the doctor's lounge he was hiding in. Then lay down on the couch just to rest for a minute.
God, when was the last time House had had a home cooked lasagna... oh, right. James.
He texted Hex back and told him where the find the doctor's lounge he was hiding in. Then lay down on the couch just to rest for a minute.
The fact that House had recently actively resisted having sex with Fin was a bit of a miracle considering that he hadn't had sex with anyone in quite some time. And he'd wanted to be so respectful of Danny, not to push, when he hadn't been well, but... he seemed well, now. And he hadn't made even the slightest move.
Finally, House decided that he needed to just make the move himself. And if he got shut down, for whatever reason, well, then that told him something he needed to know.
Danny had gone out for a while. House showered. Shaved. Put on a shirt he knew Danny liked. Lit a candle in the bedroom. Chilled a bottle of wine.
"Hi," he said when Danny came in. "You've got good timing, I was about to have a glass of wine."
Finally, House decided that he needed to just make the move himself. And if he got shut down, for whatever reason, well, then that told him something he needed to know.
Danny had gone out for a while. House showered. Shaved. Put on a shirt he knew Danny liked. Lit a candle in the bedroom. Chilled a bottle of wine.
"Hi," he said when Danny came in. "You've got good timing, I was about to have a glass of wine."
House got back from work after a long day where he'd been on his feet for longer than was comfortable, even when he was without the cane.
"Back" was still Danny's house, and he was rubbing the back of his neck when he walked into the kitchen... and saw Danny there. Standing, and looking... pretty normal. Relief flooded him.
He smiled. "Hey."
"Back" was still Danny's house, and he was rubbing the back of his neck when he walked into the kitchen... and saw Danny there. Standing, and looking... pretty normal. Relief flooded him.
He smiled. "Hey."
Fin & John
Aug. 24th, 2020 02:41 pm[continued from here]
"Intimate?" House arched an eyebrow. "He hates you."
He glanced over at the nurse and she looked away, caught eavesdropping.
"Intimate?" House arched an eyebrow. "He hates you."
He glanced over at the nurse and she looked away, caught eavesdropping.
House had been thinking about Fin's wish for him, that he should find joy. He still felt like he was fluctuating between his grief and his feelings for Danny, but could at least recognize that moving forward was the better option. Especially once he'd let Fin relieve his pain, which he'd been clinging to.
He'd made plans with Danny for a Saturday night; they'd gone to dinner, shared a bottle of wine, and then come back to Danny's place. House had been trying to decide when the best time for this was, just as he sat down at the table and Danny went to make drinks. It had been a really nice night. So... normal. Nice.
"So, ah..." He waited for Danny to come back in. "I have something for you."
He'd made plans with Danny for a Saturday night; they'd gone to dinner, shared a bottle of wine, and then come back to Danny's place. House had been trying to decide when the best time for this was, just as he sat down at the table and Danny went to make drinks. It had been a really nice night. So... normal. Nice.
"So, ah..." He waited for Danny to come back in. "I have something for you."
House had texted Fin to ask if he could come over and speak to him. He wasn't surprised when Fin had acquiesced right away.
House had left him a voicemail two weeks ago to tell him that James was gone. And had made it clear in no uncertain terms that he did not want to see anyone, did not want to talk about it.
He still didn't, actually. But he showed up at Fin's door anyway.
House had left him a voicemail two weeks ago to tell him that James was gone. And had made it clear in no uncertain terms that he did not want to see anyone, did not want to talk about it.
He still didn't, actually. But he showed up at Fin's door anyway.
One good day. It had turned into a hell of a good night. And House and Wilson had only slept when they'd collapsed sweaty and spent, and House had fallen asleep holding him.
But when House woke up... he was alone.
He read the note three times. Then he got up, numbly got dressed, and went home.
He honestly didn't know what to do now. So he just saw down on the couch and started drinking.
But when House woke up... he was alone.
He read the note three times. Then he got up, numbly got dressed, and went home.
He honestly didn't know what to do now. So he just saw down on the couch and started drinking.
House decided to just have a drink on his way home from work.
Then it turned into two... and three...
And the bar just happened to be by Fin's flat, and when he stood there for a minute staring up... the doorman smiled and opened the door and ushered him up and he followed without even thinking.
And knocked without even thinking.
Then it turned into two... and three...
And the bar just happened to be by Fin's flat, and when he stood there for a minute staring up... the doorman smiled and opened the door and ushered him up and he followed without even thinking.
And knocked without even thinking.
House had been at home, just about to start getting ready to meet Danny, when his phone rang. It was Fin, and he sounded... well, freaked the fuck out. He told him he could come over - yes, now, it's no problem. And then he'd called Danny, telling him with sincere apology in his voice that something had come up. A medical emergency, but it would be fine. He didn't say more, but realized after he hung up that Danny probably assumed something was wrong with Wilson. He texted him again: Sorry about this, I'll text you tomorrow. He then told Wilson what was going on... and then got on his bike and went to Fin's place.
He felt weird being here again, he decided as soon as he knocked on the door.
He felt weird being here again, he decided as soon as he knocked on the door.
It had been a weird couple of weeks for House. He'd started on PrEP (which had had some unpleasant side effects for the first week or so), which he'd told Wilson about despite feeling rather awkward about it. His pain had come back, and Fin had rushed over only to supposedly take his pain away for a year with a deal that House didn't understand. Now he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. He'd asked Wilson to top him, and had come out of it feeling even closer to him. And then Wilson had had... a bad couple of days. Real bad. And House had postponed plans with Danny (without telling Wilson he'd had them, and without Danny the reason though he probably could have guessed) while he lay in bed with him and told him stupid, old stories about pranks he'd played on Cuddy and shenanigans he'd gotten up to in med school. He was feeling more normal a in a couple of days, and while they were on a walk around the neighborhood Wilson asked him if he had plans with Danny, and House had said that he did, shortly. And then he'd felt comfortable enough making them, convinced Wilson was well enough to be left alone.
He let Danny pick the evening, and he offered to come to him, with dinner. He arrived and unloaded a saddle bag off of his bike with bags of Chinese food and a six pack of his favorite beer--well, favorite that he could get in this country.
He was wearing his leather jacket and a tshirt underneath, emblazoned with the logo for a motorcyle shop, that Wilson had recently commented was the exact same color as his eyes. He rang the doorbell, and when Danny opened it, held out the bags and beer in offering. "I come bearing gifts of sesame chicken and IPA."
He let Danny pick the evening, and he offered to come to him, with dinner. He arrived and unloaded a saddle bag off of his bike with bags of Chinese food and a six pack of his favorite beer--well, favorite that he could get in this country.
He was wearing his leather jacket and a tshirt underneath, emblazoned with the logo for a motorcyle shop, that Wilson had recently commented was the exact same color as his eyes. He rang the doorbell, and when Danny opened it, held out the bags and beer in offering. "I come bearing gifts of sesame chicken and IPA."
House and Wilson were watching an old episode of Keeping Up with the Kardashians; House continued to find it hilarious to introduce Wilson to trashy reality TV.
House was actually leaning against Wilson, his feet up on the arm of the couch. But then suddenly he let out a sharp cry and doubled over, clutching his leg.
House was actually leaning against Wilson, his feet up on the arm of the couch. But then suddenly he let out a sharp cry and doubled over, clutching his leg.
House had waited a couple of days to text Danny again.
He felt like a total shit, but selfishly, he just didn't want Danny out of his life. The exchange had consisted of, essentially, him asking to see him again, telling Danny that it might be better for him if he didn't and he would understand.
In any case, he rode his bike to Danny's house outside of town. He'd told Wilson where he was going, hoping it wasn't weird. And Wilson had suggested which shirt he should wear, told him he looked nice. And if there was jealousy underneath it, he hid it well.
God all of this was weird.
He knocked on the door, feeling awkward as fuck.
He felt like a total shit, but selfishly, he just didn't want Danny out of his life. The exchange had consisted of, essentially, him asking to see him again, telling Danny that it might be better for him if he didn't and he would understand.
In any case, he rode his bike to Danny's house outside of town. He'd told Wilson where he was going, hoping it wasn't weird. And Wilson had suggested which shirt he should wear, told him he looked nice. And if there was jealousy underneath it, he hid it well.
God all of this was weird.
He knocked on the door, feeling awkward as fuck.
