"House, why did you leave this note on my desk?" James Wilson held out a sheet of paper with the words "News about Cuddy, come fast" written on it. Wilson knew it had to be from his most infuriating friend, House.

House looked up from his computer with big, puppy dog eyes. "'Cuz I needed you to read it." He got up from his desk, fingers wrapped tightly around his cane. He pulled the note from Wilson's hand and tossed it to the ground.

"Well what happened to Cuddy?" News about anyone that might possibly be bad always worried Wilson.

House walked back to his desk and swallowed two vicodin. He was used to popping pills whole with no water by now. "I'm gonna need these to explain this letter."

Wilson rolled his eyes. "What happened House? I don't have time for games."

"Well you're going to have to have time today." He put the pill bottle back down. "Nothing happened to Cuddy. She's as fine as she's always been . I just needed to talk to you."

Wilson was ready to go back to his office. Unfortunately House had blocked the door with his cane. "House, please."

"It's important." House kept his one hand on his cane, and put the other on Wilson's face. He pulled it toward him and gave Wilson a small peck on the lips. "I just needed to check."

"What was that House!?!?!? Did you just kiss me?" So much was running through Wilson's head. You don't kiss your friends like that. Yet, at the same time, he enjoyed it. He need to kiss House again.

"I needed to see how it would feel." For once, House was shy around his best friend. "I have been thinking about you all the time since my dad's funeral. I think I might love you, Wilson."

"What? House? We're not gay. Right?" Wilson had plenty of confusion in his voice and on his face . He was stuttering too.

"I'm not sure yet." House kissed Wilson again. It was a longer kiss and Wilson moaned a little.

"Greg…" Wilson whispered. He bit his lower lip.

They moved over to House's desk and sat down next to each other. House gently pulled on Wilson's tie and slipped it over his neck. "I like this Jimmy."

"I like it too Greg." Wilson tugged at the buttons on House's shirt and ripped a few of them too, making them drop to the ground.

House grabbed Wilson's face and kissed him again. It was very passionate kisses now.

"I ripped some buttons, sorry." Wilson managed to say between kisses.

"I'll sew them later, jimmy." House opened his eyes and happened to see Foreman walk by.

Remembering what could happen if others saw, House jumped up and ran to the windows, without his cane. He shut the blinds and hurried back to his desk. He began to kiss Wilson on his neck, gently biting, as he undid the buttons on his new lovers shirt. He gently pulled back Wilson's shirt. Next House worked on Jimmy's belt, taking it slowly through the loops.

Wilson lifted up House's head and kissed him on the lips, darting his tongue in and exploring the mouth of his old friend. This would be a new experience for both of them.