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Title: Smores, the Doors, and Unwanted Dinner Guests
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: PG
Warnings: It's a little silly.
Prompt: How to Cook for Guests while your Kitchen is being repaired over at [livejournal.com profile] stupidboysfest
Summary: It’s all the fun of camping without the annoying sleeping outside bit.
Note: This is part of the same verse as Bordersauce Communication, but it's not a true sequel the way the rest of them are - it takes place sometime after the wedding.

Smores, the Doors, and Unwanted Dinner Guests

Dr. James Wilson took a deep calming breath and walked through the door. He casually greeted the man sprawled across the couch before announcing, in a deliberately off-hand manner, “Don’t forget, your parents are coming over for dinner tonight.”

The reaction was exactly what he’d been expecting – complete and total panic. “What!?” House bellowed. “How could you let this happen?”

Wilson just blinked at his husband. He gave the older man a confused look as he answered, “You invited them, remember? Your mother asked when they could see us again, and you told her that they should come up for dinner. Then you handed me the phone to make the arrangements.”

“I know that,” House said irritably. “You were supposed to set something up and then cancel later. Our kitchen is being remodeled! It’s the perfect excuse. Why do you think I got you a brand new kitchen anyway?” House asked in his best ‘are you stupid?’ tone.

“I was pretty sure it was because you managed to burn down the original one while experimenting with making homemade rat food,” Wilson’s tone was annoyingly reasonable. He smirked before adding, “And because you love me.”

House waved that away impatiently. “Steve was clearly bored with that store bought stuff.”

“Be that as it may, you invited them. And I promised Blythe a home-cooked meal,” Wilson reminded him.

House gave an aggravated grimace. “How are you going to accomplish that with no kitchen and no grill?”

“The fireplace.”

“The fireplace?”

“Foil packs in the fireplace. I can make burgers and home fries that way. It won’t be a gourmet feast, but I think it’ll suffice,” Wilson said with a shrug.

“You’re going to feed my father something you wrapped in foil and shoved in a fire.” House’s voice was flat, but his eyes revealed rising alarm.

“He’s an old solider. He’ll love it,” the oncologist answered dismissively. “I have to run to the store for a few minutes. Is there anything special you want?”

“Alcohol,” was the prompt response. “Lots and lots of alcohol”

“How many Vicodin have you had today?” Wilson asked pointedly.

House only grunted in answer. Another detail had caught his attention. Wilson could practically hear the wheels spinning as House asked, “What exactly do you need from the store? You just went yesterday.”

Wilson flushed and turned away. Intrigued by this reaction, House pressed on. “Don’t we have foil? Hamburgers? Potatoes? Onions?”

“Yes,” Wilson answered reluctantly, still not looking his friend in the eye.

Suddenly the answer came to him. “S’mores.”

Wilson gave a long-suffering sigh and turned around defiantly, “Fine, you got me. We need marshmallows.”

“Excellent!” House rubbed his hands together in delight. “Chocolaty goodness and pointy sticks.”

“Sorry, no pointy sticks. I have roasting skewers. They’re blunt, so don’t plan on accidentally poking your eye out in order to get out of this.”

House groaned. “Damn it Wilson! Get out of my head. Do you have to think of everything?”

“It must be difficult being married to an evil genius,” Wilson said in mock sympathy.

House rolled his eyes and pointed out, “You would know. You never mentioned it sucks.”

Wilson’s smile got larger. “Of course not. I’d never complain about your sucking.”

The corner of the older man’s mouth quirked up in a half-smile. “Wilson! Do you kiss your mom with that mouth?”

“Among other things,” the oncologist agreed before leaning over to prove it.

House returned the gentle pressure. When Wilson moved away to grab his coat, House wandered over to his piano. Wilson stilled his movements, coat half-on, to watch him.

When House picked up his guitar instead of tinkering with the keys, Wilson asked, “What’re doing?”

House never looked up from his tuning as he answered, “If we’re having a campfire we’re going to have to have a sing-along. It’s all the fun of camping without the annoying sleeping outside bit. Should we open with ‘She’ll be Coming Round the Mountain”?

“I vote for ‘Campdown Races.”

“Oh, Susannah”

“Kumbayah”

“Light my Fire,” House suggested with an exaggerated leer.

“That’s an excellent idea, House,” Wilson remarked. “The thing’s all set up. Why don’t you go light the fire while I’m at the store?”

“I was talking about the song,” House scowled. “As in the Doors?”

“I’m aware of that. Stop stalling,” Wilson scolded. When House stuck out his lower lip in an irresistible pout, Wilson quickly closed the distance between them. He leaned into the older man but stopped just short of the expected kiss. “You light my fire now; I’ll light your fire tonight.” He flicked his tongue quickly over House’s protruding lower lip.

House shivered involuntarily. “The Doors turn you on?”

“You turn me on,” Wilson was turning back toward the door, wasn’t even looking at him. He just stated it like it was a simple fact of life. House could feel himself grinning, but Wilson was gone before he could respond. He headed for the box of kindling, quietly humming a very familiar tune.

**
Back up to previous part
Start from the beginning

The complete list of my House fic can be found here.

Date: 2008-08-07 02:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chickloveslotr.livejournal.com
TOTALLY FREAKING ADORABLE!
YAY the icon!
:D!
Gosh I miss Steve..:-(

“I was pretty sure it was because you managed to burn down the original one while experimenting with making homemade rat food,” Wilson’s tone was annoyingly reasonable. He smirked before adding, “And because you love me.”
^ that part made me grin and feel all squishy inside.


I just LOVE your stories!
*glomps*
*gives you milk, cookies, and s'mores*

Date: 2008-08-07 02:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chickloveslotr.livejournal.com
PS: I love and adore you too!

Date: 2008-08-07 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hilsongirl.livejournal.com
This is lovely, like all of your fics.

Date: 2008-08-07 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] remba24.livejournal.com
this was great (as usual). looooove the series and so hapy to see another segment. Please write the dinner now? would love to see John House's reaction to the campfire cooking :)

Date: 2008-08-07 03:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phinnia.livejournal.com
oh, please write the dinner. *makes puppy eyes* <3 <3

Date: 2008-08-07 10:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] remba24.livejournal.com
how about "ChestNuts roasting on an open fire"? :D

Date: 2008-08-07 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phinnia.livejournal.com
oh, I LOVE THIS. *laugh* It's so WILSON to cook in the fireplace; and it's so House to want to stab himself with a skewer. (at least he's not pondering stabbing his dad? I suppose?)

also:
“It must be difficult being married to an evil genius,” Wilson said in mock sympathy.

House rolled his eyes and pointed out, “You would know. You never mentioned it sucks.”


AWESOME. <3

Date: 2008-08-07 03:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] psyko-kittie.livejournal.com
*squee* Awesome!

Date: 2008-08-07 04:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nemesishamartia.livejournal.com
Steve needs more airtime. I miss him.

This was awesome... :D :D :D

Date: 2008-08-07 04:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chickloveslotr.livejournal.com
on the offical site...
"the House people" said steve was dead.
:-(

Date: 2008-08-08 03:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chickloveslotr.livejournal.com
lolz for Harry Potter
XD
I WANT STEVE!
*cries*

*sacrifices a hunk of cheddar cheese to the gods*

Date: 2008-08-07 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sunfire1216.livejournal.com
I like your titles! And I like this.

After reading this and the comments, I actually left the computer to think up a title. Didn't work.

Date: 2008-08-07 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] srsly-yes.livejournal.com
Absolutely adorable. Love this series and your icon! <3

Date: 2008-08-07 04:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chickloveslotr.livejournal.com
*squee* Thank you!
(btw....3 more days till your birthday! ;-))

Date: 2008-08-07 03:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eitherwayokay.livejournal.com
normally I dislike fluff, but this was fluffy with so much banter in it I absolutely loved it...
As I said before, you're definitely my favorite fluff-writer.

Date: 2008-08-14 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] justhuman.livejournal.com
I love how you just married them off and how easy it was between them. Loved Wilson's mind reading and House keeping up the snark with just a touch of a gentle edge.

Date: 2008-08-23 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smiddlecn.livejournal.com
I'm one of those wishy-washy people who can either go with the House/Wilson idea or leave it at friendship...but this series of stories just blows me away. You have them down *exactly* as they would sound if they were a couple...the humor, the moments of seriousness, the bantering.

And I'm late saying it--but Wilson's vows at the wedding were amazing...and I can so easily imagine that look on House's face as he listened to them. Wonderful!

Date: 2008-09-07 10:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mireya-11.livejournal.com
hahaaaa

sooo cute
mashmellows :3


when I was a kid
my sister teached me "Kumbaya"
and "She'll be coming by the mountains"

it was her favorite song xD

Date: 2008-09-09 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mireya-11.livejournal.com
yeeees!
they're awsome cute little songs :3

Date: 2008-09-21 08:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] findirectorr.livejournal.com
Love House/Wilson fluff. Love their easy banter, their mind reading, their sexual innuendo. Ah, it should be this way in the show...

Date: 2009-08-26 01:32 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] stagnation13
“Excellent!” House rubbed his hands together in delight. “Chocolaty goodness and pointy sticks.”

Yeah, I get happy too with the chocolaty goodness and pointy sticks. So made of win.

*hugs you*

This is so sweet! Awww!

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