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yarroway ([personal profile] yarroway) wrote2016-03-18 08:04 am

Out And In



Title: Out and In
Summary: House lists. Wilson listens. An entry in the Positively House/Wilson slash challenge
Rating: PG-13
Words: @ 1200
Disclaimer: House, M.D. belongs to David Shore, Universal Television, Heel and Toe Productions, and a lot of other people who are not me. I'm not making any money from this.
Thanks: to srsly_yes for her wonderful beta work.



At 12 pm, right after he’d discharged his patient, House spied Wilson in the cafeteria sitting across from some sweet young thing in scrubs. Wilson had the charm going full throttle.

House sat down with them and grabbed a large handful of fries off Wilson’s plate. “Abraham Lincoln,” he said, interrupting their conversation and jostling the girl.

Wilson leveled a pointed, warning stare at him. “My mother’s orthopedist, Abraham Lincoln Rabinowitz,” Wilson said.

The ingenue’s mouth fell open.

“His father was a civil war buff,” Wilson hastened to explain.

House cocked his head. “I don’t think so,” he said, and left. With the fries.

*****

At 2 pm House spotted Wilson in the lab, frowning over a sheaf of papers. He threw open the door. “Alexander the Great."

Wilson glared. “Is that supposed to have something to do with Mr. Singh’s lab results?”

House paused. “Nope,” he said, and sauntered out.

*****

At 4 pm House waited across the hall from the Oncology conference room. When the meeting began breaking up he opened the door and announced, loudly, “Alan Turing.”

Sidebar conversations broke up. The cute new doctor at Wilson’s elbow took a step back.

“Hematology,” Wilson said drily. “Down the hall and take a left.”

*****

At 4:30 pm Wilson came in during the differential and participated with great interest. House was tempted to keep his fellows in the office just to annoy Wilson, but they really did have a brand new case to treat.

When they finally left Wilson turned his back to House and fiddled with the coffee things. With his face practically buried in the cabinet he asked, “Why did you give me the names of three famous tortured geniuses who died prematurely, one by his own hand?”

House rolled his eyes. He hated it when Wilson got emo.

“E. M. Forster.”

Wilson looked at him questioningly, but House remained silent.

Wilson left.

House sat down the conference table, looking absently at the whiteboard. Something—some noise or something moving or ceasing moving in his peripheral vision made him look up.

Wilson had stopped, stock still, in the middle of the hallway. A moment later he spun on his heel and strode back inside.

“Bayard Rustin,” he said, pointing a finger at House as if it were an accusation.

“Bayard Rustin? How the hell do you even know who he was?”

Wilson rocked back on his heels, looking smug. “You were expecting me to think of Eleanor Roosevelt, maybe, or Ian McKellen? Stephen Fry?”

House snorted. “I had you pegged for Rock Hudson or Cole Porter.”

Wilson frowned. “Seriously? Not even Adam Lambert?”

House shrugged. “Not really your decade of music.”

Wilson sighed but didn’t argue with that. House was surprised Wilson even knew Lambert’s name.

“So,” Wilson said, “we’ve been friends twenty years and you’re only now coming out to me as—what? Gay? Bisexual?”

“Either or,” House said.

“If it’s that big a secret, why tell me at all?”

“Because,” House said, and paused. He hadn’t thought this would be so awkward to say. “Because I only figured it out a couple days ago.”

“I see,” Wilson said, and there was a gentleness in his voice that House hadn’t realized he wanted to hear until it was there.

House waited a beat, but Wilson didn’t say anything further. Instead, Wilson was beaming.

“What, no questions? No far-fetched interpretation of what this means about my psyche?”

Wilson nodded slowly, seeming to come to some kind of decision. “What brought about this revelation?”

House swallowed. “I was in the locker room. Saw someone in the shower and it came to me that he was beautiful. I wanted…well. You can imagine what I wanted.”

Wilson’s smile grew brighter.

“What?” House snapped.

“I saw you, you know. Watching me in the mirror.”

He hadn’t thought Wilson could see him there. It had been so strange. There had been little things before, the fantasy image of Wilson at…certain moments, but coming into the locker room showers and seeing his best friend there in the spray had been like seeing him clearly for the first time. Afterwards he’d gone back to his office and everything that he’d seen a million times before had suddenly seemed sharp-edged and new. He’d had to tell Wilson. It was all he could do not to tell everyone.

Wilson pulled a chair over and sat down beside House, a little closer than usual. “Hachiko.”

House tried to place the name. It took a moment. “Are you comparing me with a dog stupid enough to spend its life in a train station waiting for its dead master to come back?”

“Not you,” Wilson said, smiling again. “Me.”

Oh. Oh.

“I fell in love with a guy twenty years ago,” Wilson continued. “I haven’t looked at another man since.”

“What about your wives?” House asked, carefully avoiding any discussion of love or commitment. This wasn’t the time for that. “Your girlfriends?”

“Different…different railroad line at the station,” Wilson explained. House thought back over his obsession with Wilson, which had run all through his relationships with women. It made an illogical kind of sense. He hadn’t loved Wilson any less while he was with Stacy.

“So,” House said, “you’re a little left of Billie Holiday and Alice Walker, a little right of Angelina Jolie. Not bad for role models.”

Wilson nodded a little doubtfully. “I prefer Sir Alec Guinness, but sure.”

“Guinness hated what he was,” House objected.

“Yeah.” Wilson rubbed the back of his neck. “He was the product of a culture that taught him to hate himself.”

House considered this. “So are you,” he pointed out.

“Yeah,” Wilson said again, softly, “and so are you.”

House nodded. Maybe that was why it had taken them so long to get to this moment.

“Do your parents know?” he asked.

Wilson nodded, his jaw set. “Yes.”

House decided to put off exploring that very interesting reaction.

“So…” House said, breaking the growing tension in the room. “So, if I’m Alexander the Great--”

Wilson rolled his eyes and muttered, “of course.”

“—and you’re Janis Joplin, where do you see that taking us?”

“Nowhere,” Wilson said promptly, “since Alexander was dead for centuries before Joplin sung a note. But if you could see your way towards George Takei, I could find my way to Brad Altman.”

House frowned. It wasn’t a good analogy since both he and Wilson had loved women. Also neither of them was Japanese. Or a TV star. Or a runner. Still…

“I can live with that.” House, thinking of the lounge, nodded at the office door. “You want to play foosball?”

“Not really.”

House slipped a tentative arm around Wilson’s shoulders. It tingled. Putting his arm around someone had never felt like that before unless they managed to cut off his circulation. But this wasn’t that kind of tingle. He pressed Wilson against his side, feeling bone and muscle under the starched shirt.

It felt right to have him there.

“What do you want to do?” he asked. He’d be content to sit like this staring at nothing. He’d be content to do anything so long as he didn’t have to let go.

Wilson turned his head. House hadn’t realized how close their faces were like this.

“What do we want to do,” Wilson corrected.

He could feel the little puffs of air as Wilson spoke, smell the coffee on his breath.  House brought his face closer. “Let’s find out.”

The end.

[identity profile] cuddyclothes.livejournal.com 2016-03-18 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, so sweet and subtle!

Wait...Lincoln was gay??
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[identity profile] mrs-sweetpeach.livejournal.com 2016-03-18 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Lincoln: maybe. I remember something about him having wonderful thighs (as recorded by one of his close friends). Intercrural sex being common at the time (anal sex less common, or so I have seen claimed). I have no idea what Lincoln thought of himself as; homosexual, heterosexual, bisexual, or if the entire idea of needing to label himself ever occurred to him.

[identity profile] yarroway.livejournal.com 2016-03-18 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I read about one of his friends commenting on his great thighs.

[identity profile] chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com 2016-03-19 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Excellent fic. Lincoln did share a house and even a bed with another man on the prairie for a few years, this is a matter of historical record. It was a commonplace practice at the time and no doubt some of the men that did this were bisexual or gay (at a time and place when unorthodox sexuality was very illegal).

[identity profile] yarroway.livejournal.com 2016-03-19 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
The Washington Blade claims he wrote a poem as a young man about two boys marrying.

However I am no historian and didn't research this particularly. It seems to me that there were a few very emotionally close and possibly physical relationships with men, and that Lincoln liked sharing a bed with these men. What happened in that bed no one can say.

...and this subject is so fascinating that I neglected to thank you for your comment. So; thank you. :)
Edited 2016-03-19 21:29 (UTC)

[identity profile] yarroway.livejournal.com 2016-03-18 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
It's unclear, and unless new evidence comes to light we will probably never know for sure, although I would tend to class him as bisexual rather than gay in any case.

There are certainly things that indicate Lincoln might have been (at least according to the internet, which is where I did my research). He shared a bed with Joshua Speed for 4 years and there was a rumor that one of his bodyguards--this was during his presidency-- shared his bed when his wife was away.

I chose to include Lincoln in spite of the uncertainty, because it can be very difficult to know for sure about a historical person's sexual preferences, and because it could be true, and that would not make Lincoln any less remarkable. I also used him because some gay activists include him, which House and Wilson would have known.

Thanks for reading!
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[identity profile] mrs-sweetpeach.livejournal.com 2016-03-18 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Very very nice. And a million years away from anything I'd come up with on my own. In other words, a novel way to approach thinking about how one sees oneself and moving to talking about it. I think I'm going to have to read this story again in the not-too-far distant future.

[identity profile] yarroway.livejournal.com 2016-03-18 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks. Our heroes don't talk much about their feeling and stuff, so this seemed like a fun, roundabout way for them to have a conversation.

[identity profile] sassyjumper.livejournal.com 2016-03-18 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Ohhh, I love this! What a clever and perfectly IC way for them to 'come out.'

Kudos!

[identity profile] yarroway.livejournal.com 2016-03-18 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I thought it should work for their playful sides. :)

Thanks very much.

[identity profile] menolly-au.livejournal.com 2016-03-18 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
This was thoroughly charming, and sweet, and I love this bit - Afterwards he’d gone back to his office and everything that he’d seen a million times before had suddenly seemed sharp-edged and new. He’d had to tell Wilson. It was all he could do not to tell everyone. - that House wanted to tell Wilson even without knowing that Wilson loved him that way.

[identity profile] yarroway.livejournal.com 2016-03-18 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
I think the things House keeps to himself are the things that hurt. This didn't hurt. Besides, it made for a fun game.

Thanks for the lovely comment!
Edited 2016-03-18 21:36 (UTC)

[identity profile] readingrat.livejournal.com 2016-03-18 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
So, the games begin!

“Not you,” Wilson said, smiling again. “Me.”
That was ... that line touched me.
I'll have to Google half the names on that list. Great idea, though; very much in character.

[identity profile] yarroway.livejournal.com 2016-03-18 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
That dog brings tears to my eyes. He really does. But I'm a big softie when it comes to dogs.

Sorry about the Google. Most of these folks are Americans. I didn't think about that.

[identity profile] lorib12.livejournal.com 2016-03-18 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
This is very clever and for some reason, so very them! I loved it! Thanks for sharing :)

[identity profile] yarroway.livejournal.com 2016-03-19 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks, I'm glad you liked it!

[identity profile] almostjulie.livejournal.com 2016-03-20 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Really liked this! Perfect ending!

[identity profile] yarroway.livejournal.com 2016-03-20 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks so much!

[identity profile] jezziejay.livejournal.com 2016-03-23 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Clever, intriguing and funny. I was grinning so hard. And that end, though. THAT END. Great fic (and great challenge!!)

[identity profile] yarroway.livejournal.com 2016-03-24 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Initially I wanted to do something very explicit, but this idea grabbed me and wouldn't let me go.

I'm really happy with this challenge. We've gotten a lot of great entries...and hopefully we'll get a few more.

I'm very glad you liked this. Thanks for reading!

[identity profile] alternatealto.livejournal.com 2016-03-24 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
This is such a great example of H/W banter that's actually a conversation about something entirely different and even more important.

"But if you could see your way towards George Takei, I could find my way to Brad Altman” made me laugh (or rather giggle) aloud. Oh, myyy!

[identity profile] yarroway.livejournal.com 2016-03-24 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I love their banter, and I'm very pleased you liked the last set of names. I wanted a married couple, obviously, and that's who first came to mind. Besides, Sulu FTW.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_slytherin_girl/ 2016-03-25 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Excellent! I really love how how they came out to each other. It was just so them.

[identity profile] yarroway.livejournal.com 2016-03-25 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
You know how to make a fanfic writer happy. Thanks! :)