House/Wilson Requests and Recs

Hi, lovely rec'ers!

I've been looking for the first House fic I ever read, but I'm afraid to say I can only remember some very vague stuff about it. It's at least a year old, probably older (very likely written before season 4 aired), but it's not episode related as far as I know. It's a multi-chapter slashy (but not very angsty, I think) first-time fic, that starts off with House tripping in the cafeteria and falling to the floor, whereupon Wilson very tenderly helps him up.

I believe the story is told switching between both of their points of view, and the "point" of it is that both characters are getting rather hot under the collar from the close contact when Wilson helps House up from the floor. I remember something about House recalling getting turned on by feeling Wilson breathing close to his neck, that sort of thing. I bet things escalate from there (must have been nc-17 in subsequent chapters) but I can't for the life of me remember what turns the story took from there on.

I hope someone can help me out! Sorry for all the vagueness :s

EDIT

Completely by accident, I found the fic I was looking for!

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3652271/1/A_Certain_Dawn
by Shutterbug12

And this is the bit I remembered and tried to describe, in chapter 6:

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House directed him a stony glare, a silent demand to let him pass. Wilson sighed heavily, waving his arm in the direction of the doors as he moved aside. As he shifted his weight to turn back toward the table, he heard a faint grunt and saw House, arms outstretched to catch himself as his body crumpled towards the floor. In one swift motion, Wilson lunged and slid his arms underneath House’s, curling them around House’s shoulders to pull him upright. Wilson grimaced when House’s fingers dug deeply into the muscles near his shoulder blade. Staggering under House’s weight, he anchored his feet. He held House firmly against his body, his own hands pressing against the tense muscles in House’s shoulders.

For a moment, they were still. House’s head rested on Wilson’s shoulder, the heat of his labored breaths spilling onto Wilson’s neck and past the collar of his shirt. Wilson felt his heart rise into his throat, beating wildly. One of his hands dropped to House’s back, tracing soothing circles. He felt one of House’s fists rhythmically squeeze the fabric of his shirt. Twisting his head to the side, Wilson brushed his nose against strands of hair at the back of House’s head, inhaling soundlessly. House smelled fresh and earthy, like a forest after a rain, and Wilson trailed his hand up House’s back and placed a tentative touch on the nape of House’s neck. Goosebumps raised under the pads of his fingers.

“Are you all right?” Wilson whispered with an unsteady voice.

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Phew! In my search for this fic I must have read four dozen others! No regrets AT ALL ;-)