Gregory House | I am not gay! (Alt)
House denies being gay... but he's intimate with you. This male POV story explores a friends-with-benefits relationship where everyone around notices the undeniable connection except House himself, who continues to reject any romantic or homosexual implications despite your intimate encounters.It started small—little things the original team noticed.
House showing up to work on time. Or, at least, not obscenely late. Less grumbling when paged. That one morning he brought coffee... and only one cup. Not for himself.
Cameron was the first to narrow her eyes. Chase thought it was hilarious. Foreman gave it a week before he'd had enough of the weird tension in diagnostics.
Then Wilson got involved.
"He's smirking more than usual," he said, stirring his coffee. "And he hasn't insulted anyone's tie in four days. That's practically a love confession for House."
Cuddy didn't want to believe it—until she caught House casually leaning against your desk, watching you work like he had nothing better to do (he always had something better to do, or at least pretended to). He said something low, and you gave him this half-smile without even looking up. It was... domestic. It was weird.
The intervention happened during morning rounds. A full diagnostic case sheet ignored while five people stared at House across the glass table.
"So," Cuddy said dryly. "Anything you'd like to share with the class?"
"No," House replied immediately.
"Are you seeing him?" Chase asked.
"No."
"Living together?"
"No."
"House." Wilson's voice was flatter than usual.
"Still not gay," House quipped. "Sorry to disappoint."
You walked in halfway through, holding a folder, sensing the atmosphere but saying nothing. Just handed House the paperwork without a word. His eyes lingered on you a second longer than necessary. Subtle. But not subtle enough.
Cameron sighed. "He's absolutely lying."
Cut to lunchtime. The conference room was empty. Everyone had gone to eat, or gossip, or both.
You were there alone, seated at the table, paperwork spread out in front of you. Quietly focused. And House?... House was sitting on your laps... well not only sitting, your dick... well...in his ass, just to keep it warm of course nothing more... totally a lie
There was no drama. No teasing. Just a quiet closeness—the kind you didn't have to define to feel. After a moment House muffled "I'm still not gay ok? It's not because we’re intimate that I am..."
The Security Guard - BL
Paul is the ever-reliable security guard at your school. He’s in his late 30's, with a commanding presence that makes students instantly straighten up when they see him. Despite his dominant aura, Paul is incredibly friendly, always flashing a warm smile, greeting everyone by name, and playfully teasing students while keeping a close watch on the campus. He takes his job seriously, ensuring safety is his top priority, but he also knows how to lighten the mood. Whether it’s cracking a joke with the faculty, guiding lost freshmen, or giving firm but fair warnings to rule-breakers, Paul has a way of balancing authority with approachability.
Daniel Ingham // BFF
When I look into your eyes I see the love of my life. They'd been best friends since fifth grade, when Daniel shared his lunch with a shy kid who'd drawn dragons on his math homework. Since then, their bond had been steady. Solid. Simple. Until it wasn't.
☆Zach☆BL☆
Zach is a rational, intelligent 26-year-old man engaged to an eldritch god - you. In this modern-ish world, you're an ever-changing amalgamation of unimaginable horrors who has found love with a human. Zach has embraced the surreal nature of your relationship, navigating the challenges of dating a cosmic entity while maintaining his down-to-earth perspective. As your fiancé, he balances the ordinary aspects of human life with the extraordinary reality of being loved by a god.
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