Debauchery can be fun
By Clarity Scifiroots
Regular disclaimers apply.
Wilson/House
Teen
Summary: A
number of people requested med school/residency days fics and someone mentioned first times, which I’m a sucker
for. So a little tale of
May!Fic 3 of 31
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This has got to be the
stupidest thing I’ve ever done,
Yesterday he’d been dumped by his girlfriend of three months for, quote, “being a goody-two-shoes,” end quote. In frustration (and admittedly with a little determination to prove her wrong) he decided to show up at the largest frat party of the season, which had been the topic of all gossip circulating in the past few weeks. Overall, parties involving ridiculous, so-called “dance moves” and bad music all for the sake of getting drunk, high, and laid did not appeal to him. He should have known he was out of his league. But no, inherent male pride took over his better judgment. At least, that started his spiral out of control; the beer and, later, shots of tequila certainly finished the job.
Much of the previous night was a blur, but he had a general sense of what happened. In attempts to loosen up and feel comfortable he’d downed two beers in the first hour. He’d found himself dragged by a trio of girls into dancing—more like bumping and grinding. They were much further along the path to drunkenness and when one of them nearly collapsed, they’d gone off. It took a while for him to escape the wriggling mass of bodies. In another room he found a group of jocks making asses of themselves as they arm-wrestled to impress a group of on-looking girls.
Eventually someone latched onto his arm and pulled him aside for a little private dancing. She was attractive, but he realized she didn’t interest him at all; he broke free as soon as he could. Which led him to a crowd surrounding a table where two girls were taking shots. When one of them finally slid off her chair, money exchanged hands and the crowd pushed forward new “volunteers.” Wilson wasn’t quite sure how he’d ended up in the chair staring across at a pudgy-faced guy at least twice his weight and an expression that said he did more than his fair share of drinking. An alarm should have gone off in his brain, but for some reason the only thought that filtered through said, To hell with it!
After that things really got blurry. He thought he might have passed out. He regained some sense of coherence as someone hauled him off the floor. The stranger was taller than him, and skinner—those two things were about all he could tell as his arm settled awkwardly around the stranger’s shoulders. He couldn’t seem to lift his head so he let it flop to the side, partially resting on a shoulder. An irritated voice somehow managed to navigate its way into his ears over the party’s ruckus. He thought dreamily that under the irritation the voice sounded rather comforting and almost alluring.
He drifted off for a time and started awake when a sharp
wind hit his face. The stranger hauled him down the front steps, grunting from
dragging the extra weight.
He flopped his hand experimentally;
loose, but he still had some control, he decided. With effort he managed to
grasp a handful of the stranger’s T-shirt and yank him forward.
After that, the stranger had taken the lead and somehow managed to
get them both inside. An apartment,
He closed his eyes. And now he’d have to deal with apologizing to some guy about his behavior and explain that despite the sex, he was not, as a matter of fact, gay. Not even bi. This was just some... oddity on the heterosexual radar.
“Done thinking yet?” The voice sounded gravelly from sleep, but there was still something in it that caused a thrill of excitement in his gut.
“Umm...” he attempted. He swallowed a few times and cleared his throat. “I’m, ah... Really, that is—”
“Christ. Get over here.”
“Let me guess,” the stranger said dryly, “you don’t usually act so stupid, get drunk off your ass, or make it a habit of getting horizontal with men.” He smirked as he finished.
The stranger snorted and rolled onto his back, letting go of
his grip on
“Uh,”
When he’d dried off with the only towel he’d found in the
bathroom,
After he’d dressed and come back to the living-room/kitchen area, the stranger had donned a pair of sweatpants and was lighting a new cigarette.
The stranger snorted.
Surprised and a little angry,
The stranger eyed him with an expression somewhere between
amusement and hunger.
“I like you, Jimmy. Always fun to see the wonder boys tumble
off the pedestal, don’t you think?” The stranger flicked the ash off the end of
his cigarette and took a step closer. “When you situate yourself back in the
real world, you should drop by.” He moved even closer with a sly grin.
The stranger’s chuckle made him pause. He glanced over his shoulder hesitantly and found the other man watching him with a smirk. “See you around, Jimmy!”
Two days later he had a name: Gregory House.
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