A/N: the italics are Houses thoughts (: hope you like it…

House grunted as he rolled over, bed sheets tangling in his aching limbs. He blinked open his eyes and looked down at the source of what had woken him, it was late and the orange glow of his bedside lamp illuminated the oncologists hand some face.

God he is amazing

House sat up on his elbows and smiled at the younger man

"Hey" he spoke softly and his friend just smiled back nodding his head in greeting.

House watched as Wilson slowly undid his tie and pulled it off, moving slowly from button to button, undressing, and deliberately folding each piece of clothing.

I'm so tired, I'm glad he is home

He watched with an easy smile as the oncologist finished stripping; now just wearing a thin white vest and black boxer short, pale creamy limbs carrying him across the room towards house. He slipped into the sheets and lay on his back mirroring House,

"Goodnight House"

"Goodnight Wilson"

House closed his eyes and lay back, smiling sleepily as the oncologist slid and arm over his naked chest, head resting in the crook of the older mans neck leg wrapped around damaged flesh breath ghosting in hot plumes over his friend raising goose bumps.

I love him

House woke with a start, panting. He sat up onto his elbows shaking his head to try and remember exactly what he had just seen, his hands subconsciously running over where the oncologists hand had rested, his breath had floated.

Weird

House groaned, he'd had strange dreams before, but none… none like that.

I'm going insane

House laughed bitterly and slipped his legs off the bed.

Time for work

House was distracted, he knew that. But he couldn't stop the dream running around and around in his head, it was probably nothing and yet he couldn't move past it

Since when have we ever moved past anything?

He looked at his fellows "Do what you want I have lunch to go to"

House stood and limped out quickly ignoring the confused questions that floated past him like leaves in a breeze. Maybe he needed advice, and he knew just who to ask.

"And the tranny nurse got all offended and slapped him!"

Wilson looked up at his friend grinning, his smile fading when he noticed his audience wasn't quite as captive as he thought. Houses azure eyes were trained on him, but unfocused .

"You're not listening to a word I said are you?"

"What does it mean if a man dreams that his best friend cuddles him"

Wilson's mouth dropped open

You've done it now idiot

"What?"

"I have a patient, came into the clinic complaining because he dreamt that he was in bed and his best friend came in and got into bed and they…cuddled"

Good save, will he believe it though?

"Right… and you're telling me?"

He does believe it. Thank god

"Well I'm no good at this. It's your specialty"

"Why would you want to help them?"

"It's interesting"

"Hardly"

"Enough, what do you think?"

House looked up his face confused. Wilson considered it for a moment; House was obviously trying to understand human emotion. This was going to be difficult

"Well I'd say, either your patient is in love with his best friend"

"He isn't"

"What makes you so sure?"

"He can't be"

"Why?"

"He is straight"

"Everybody lies"

"I know he is"

Wilson raised his eyebrows but continued "Or he fears his friend is in love with him…"

Wilson paused for Houses rebuttal " I don't that's true either, he said his friend is straight too"

He nodded "He is lying"

House frowned and took the second half of Wilson's sandwich chewing thoughtfully

"You're wrong"

Wilson shook his head, "Then the dreams don't mean anything"

House bit his lip for a second, but the younger doctor did not pick up on it.

"If you will excuse me I have a team to avoid"

Wilson frowned as the older doctor stood, crouching behind a tray and sneaking out of the canteen, his team just coming in through the entrance looking confused .

Good move. Maybe it doesn't mean anything, maybe we are overeating. Tonight will tell us that.