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House really doesn't want to do work. He also doesn't want Wilson to do work. Funny, turns out that House has a solution to both those problems.
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Hey folks! I tried to hold out but unfortunately the awful terrible medical malpractice show has enraptured me. Wilson is so special to me, so this fic was born. Hope that y'all enjoy!!
“Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?”
House squinted at Wilson, scrutinizing, running through the last few moments in his mind to figure out what had changed. He’d been bugging Wilson in a rather successful attempt to avoid his own work, and Wilson had been doing his best to ignore him in a disappointing attempt to continue his own.
He’d started with just talking, verbally prodding at anything and everything and never getting a bigger reaction than an exasperated sigh. Then, there were a few thwarted attempts at swiping various objects off Wilson’s desk. When neither of those did anything, House snuck his cane under the desk and jabbed at him, revelling in the flinch—
Wait.
Wilson had flinched. Not one of those wimpy ‘you’re an ass and that hurt’ flinches. That was a full body ‘I was caught off guard and had an instinctual physical reaction’ flinch.
Oh, this was going to be good.
Something must have flickered in his face because suddenly, Wilson was standing, hands held in front of him and still wearing that deer-in-headlights look.
“House,” he warned, “whatever you’re thinking, don’t.”
Does this man even know him? “Wilson, in what universe has that ever convinced me not to do anything?” House pulled himself up, steadying himself with his cane. “This is the most exciting thing that’s happened all day!”
“I’m working! You should be working!” Wilson watched his movements like a hawk; if House shifted in one direction, he leaned towards the other. He looked like a five-year-old playing tag, hiding behind his desk to avoid being it.
House scoffed, “Come on, you’re a big boy, you’ll be fine! It’s not like you have anything to be worried about, right?”
He lunged to one side, laughing when Wilson jolted in the other direction.
“House, no!” Wilson kept glancing behind him towards the door.
“House, yes!” House grinned. It was a nobody’s coming to save you kind of grin. “You flinched, Wilson. I can’t just let it go. What if you’re hurt? I think a full examination is necessary.”
His friend sputtered, a faint shade of red starting to creep up his cheeks, and, well, wasn’t that interesting? House wondered what he could do to draw that out a little further.
Wilson must have noticed his moment of distraction, because he took it as an opportunity to make a break for the door.
Of course, he forgot that House has a weapon on him at all times, and tumbled to the floor ungracefully after House whacked him in the shin with his cane. That man really has to learn one of these days that House is never above playing dirty.
By the time Wilson managed to scramble to his feet, House was standing between him and the door. Wilson squinted at him, clearly weighing something in his mind.
“Come on,” House said, “you’re not going to try and overpower a cripple, are you? And here I thought our little golden boy always played fair.”
House took a step forward. Wilson took a step backward. He already had his hands held out in front of him, like that was going to be any defense against House on a mission.
“House. You don’t have to do this.” Wilson’s voice wobbles a bit, and House can see the barest hint of a grin trying to curl up the corners of his mouth.
Honestly, Wilson is a grown man, he shouldn’t be capable of looking adorable.
House pretended to consider, “Hm, I don’t know. Do you want to take my clinic hours for the next week?”
“What? No!” Ah, there was that mothering tone, he’d almost forgotten what it sounded like. “You can’t just threaten people into doing your work for you!”
“Oh ye of little faith,” House jibed. “Sure I can. All I have to do is go, ‘Hey, Wilson, I’m gonna tickle the snot out of you until you’re crying like a little girl unless you waltz up to Cuddy and tell her that, out of the goodness of your heart, you’ve decided to take on a month of my clinic duty.’ How did that sound?”
The red painting Wilson’s cheeks was prominent now, and House took great joy in how he floundered for words, his mouth opening and closing while his brain buffered.
“A month?” Of course that’s what he got from that. “What happened to a week?!”
Now he was curious, “Well, would you do a week?”
“No!” Wilson sputtered, somehow still managing to sound indignant despite his predicament, “You’re a doctor, House! Sometimes that means you have to take care of patients!”
Another step forward. Another step backward and a dull thud as Wilson bumped into his desk. House could see the spark of fear that flashed across Wilson’s face, likely caused by whatever predatory expression was gracing House’s. He almost felt bad.
Actually, nah, House is pretty sure that he couldn’t get any more sick enjoyment out of this if he tried.
He fakes his hands towards Wilson, laughing in glee at his jolt and panicked “Don’t!”
Then again, he’s always been open to further experimentation. House is a man of science after all, it would be remiss of him to ignore the opportunity to form a new medical opinion.
Or something like that, at least.
“Alright, enough messing around,” House said, “Let’s get to work.”
Before Wilson could blink, House had tossed his cane at him, trusting that his instincts would be inclined more towards protecting his face in the moment. He’s pretty sure that Wilson managed to go through the five stages of grief in the time it took him to lift his hands and catch the cane.
It was nice to have something House knew that he could rely on.
Of course, the cane went clattering to the ground when House took the opportunity to dig his fingers into Wilson’s newly exposed ribs. He choked out a half-snort, half-laugh, and immediately folded over at the waist in a futile attempt to protect himself.
House raised his voice to be heard over the sound of Wilson’s giggles—because of course Wilson would be a giggler, why on earth would he expect anything else?—and said, “I cannot believe you never told me about this! We’ve been best friends for years!”
He moved down to prod at Wilson’s sides, which were deemed incredibly squishable by his standards, and which also drove up Wilson’s laughter to a hilariously squeaky pitch.
“House, quit it! I— shihihit!” Wilson’s voice cracked as he protested, but as he finally managed to grab hold of House’s wrists, he wasn’t pushing his hands away. In fact, Wilson held tight, using what little strength he had to keep House in place.
No, Wilson was steadying him. House didn’t have his cane, so Wilson was his only form of support. Pushing him away would likely mean unbalancing him, which would lead to him falling over and potentially hurting himself. By the way Wilson was leaning against his desk, this extended to keeping himself on his feet, though it was clear that his shaking knees were desperate to buckle in an attempt to get away.
Only Wilson would put himself through this sort of torture for House’s benefit. There was a certain part of House that warmed at the realization, though he’d never admit it.
He could feel the prickling gaze of his friend as his hands slowed, and House wasn’t interested in hearing any of his psychoanalysis, so he decided to step things up a notch.
House rubbed his knuckles into Wilson’s ribs, light enough not to hurt, but firm enough to tickle like hell. It worked wonders, if Wilson’s sudden bark of laughter was anything to go by.
“Are you having fun?” House laughed as Wilson frantically shook his head, “I don’t know, you certainly don’t seem intent on letting me go any time soon.” He tugged on his arms demonstratively, vindicated when Wilson’s grip only tightened.
Wilson tried to get something out, but each attempt was drowned out by bubbling laughter, his beaming lips struggling to form a coherent sentence. The red on his face burned even brighter, and House lightened up just a little bit to let him get some words out.
“Yohohou— you asshole,” He got out through panting breaths. House gave him a warning pinch to the side. “No wait I’m sorry!”
House continued poking and prodding as he spoke, “Now, what were you saying about taking my clinic hours?”
“I—”
Before Wilson could even start his sentence, the door to the office swung open, and Chase walked in with a file in his hands. “House, it looks like our patient needs an angio—” And then he looked up, and whatever he was saying died in his throat.
“What does the patient need, Chase? I’m all ears.” House put on his most innocent nothing’s going on here, no need to worry face. Which, given that Wilson was folded nearly in half, giggling from House’s wriggling fingers, probably wasn’t all that effective.
“Uh…” Chase gaped for a moment, eyes darting from Wilson, to House, and back to Wilson again. Maybe because Wilson was desperately mouthing help over and over again, but House was going to pretend not to see that for his friend’s sake. His doe-like eyes may be persuasive, but House has put a lot of effort into instilling the fear of him into his ducklings. “It can wait for a bit. Try not to kill him.”
Perfect.
Just before Chase closed the door behind him, he glanced back sympathetically. “Good luck, Wilson.” And then he was gone.
Of course, that just meant that Wilson turned his eyes up to House. “Come on, we both have work to do. Can’t you just let me go?” The pleading note in his voice almost convinced House. But…
“You planning on taking my clinic hours?”
Wilson steadied himself, taking in a deep breath before saying, “You can take your clinic hours, and you can shove them up your ass—Wait! Nonono House! Dohohon’t!”
House kneaded into Wilson’s stomach, the secret weapon he’d been keeping in his back pocket, and Wilson fell into hysterics once more.
From outside the office, Chase grimaced as he heard cackling laughter pick up once more, subconsciously bringing his elbows closer to his sides. He felt for Wilson, he really did. House didn’t exactly seem like the type to show mercy.
Ten minutes, he thought while walking away, if I don’t see House in ten minutes, I’ll come back and rescue Wilson.
Just then, a piercing shriek echoed and Chase startled, picking up his pace, just a bit.
Awwwww, what's wrong? All tickled out? Too weak to struggle? Slowly beginning to accept your fate? Don't worry, I can help! I'll wrap my hands around your poor little hipbones, position my thumbs juuuuust right, and shock the life back into you with a few good squeezes. And then a few more. And then a LOT more. 😈
See? You DO still have a little fight left in you! You're welcome! 😊
*(they/she/he), please don’t call me “cute,” “adorable,” or anything similar, please don’t use any words to describe my feet and toes other than “feet” and “toes,” and obviously don’t save or repost as your own because that’s rude
Ler things and their teases that drive me NUTS!!!! Pt1
- Anything “Tickle monster” (like do I need to elaborate further? 😭 I don’t think so)
- “I’m gonna get youuu “ “I’m going to tickle youuuu” takes the cake and especially if it’s in that singsong tone (you guys know what I’m talking about 😭)
- (This one is similar to the second one) but when they’re wiggling their fingers over a spot and say “it’s coming for you” (referring to their fingers and the tickles) but also saying it in that singsong tone
- COUNTING DOWN 😭 but then when they’re closer to 1 they just stall making you think they’re going to start but they don’t until you least expect it 😫
- Making you admit things while they’re tickling you
- When they say “I’m sorry I can’t hear you or “I can’t understand you” when you’re trying to speak through your laughter while they’re tickling you 😭
- Tickle interrogations about things you can’t possibly know and punishing you for getting the answers wrong
- Tickling super fast and alternating between different spots while saying “are you ticklish here?” “How about here?” “Or here?” 😭😭
- “You’re in big trouble now 😏”
- Questioning how much it tickles you when they know it really does. “This can’t possibly tickle that much” “I think you’re lying so I’ll just stay here” even though you’re laughing your head off 😭
- “Nobody is coming to save you” 🙈
- “You’re stuck with me forever”
- “Tickle tickle tickleeee”
- “You’re all mine” or “ _____ *spot* is all mine” (STOPPPP I CANT HANDLE THIS ONE 😭)
- Tickling you but pretending they have no clue why you’re laughing so much so they’ll say “what?” “I’m not even doing anything, why are you laughing so much?”
- (Idk how anyone else feels about this one) but the nonchalant look when they’re tickling. As if your squeals and laughter and pleads and screams don’t affect them in any way they just look at you but never acknowledging it they just tickle you like crazy knowing how badly they’re getting you 😭 (that one) or when they’re just smiling and laughing with you throughout the tickling
- “Sorry” won’t save you”
- “I’m going to tickle you until you ____”
- “Where do you think you’re going?” with that “😏” smirk
- ^ When they’re tickling and you just keep rolling or squirming away and they keep pulling you back to them everytime 😭
- When something silly happens during the tickling and you both laugh together in sync (such a cute bonding moment 🩷)
All and all, you lers are so cute!! Keep up the good work 🫡
