A/N: I wrote this for my friend to cheer her up, and I thought I'd post it. It's Chase/House and it's a touch cracky. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own House

Wilson Finds Out

"House?" James Wilson queried loudly, tapping lightly on his friend's apartment door. No response came from within, and he slowly wrapped his hand around the doorknob and twisted it. It turned easily and he pushed the door open, stepping slowly into the other man's living room. His eyes traveled from the magazines strewed across the floor to the clothes adorning the couch and the television. The Coffee table had been knocked over and there were two empty beer bottles lying on the floor near it. Wilson stared at the scene for a moment, before rushing around to the other side of the couch.

No one was there. He cocked his head to the side and began a search of the apartment. He stuck his head into the kitchen, but all he found was a half eaten pizza and some more empty beer bottles. Wilson sighed and returned to the living room. He leaned against the wall near House's bedroom door, but quickly jerked away. Strange grunts and moans were emanating from the room, and Wilson was pretty sure he didn't want to be around when House's hooker made her exit, so he started heading for the door.

Until House's voice spilled from the room, loud and clear, calling out a name Wilson would never have expected.

"Oh, God, Robby!"

Wilson stopped in his tracks and turned slowly back to the bedroom door. He eased it open, peering into the room. Lying on the bed, face down and clutching at the sheets, was House; and on top of him, pushing himself into the other man, was one Robert Chase.

Wilson stared for a moment, trying to keep himself from saying something, then turned and ran from the apartment out into the fresh air.

Meanwhile, inside, the two men reached their peaks and collapsed next to each other in the bed. House slipped his fingers into Chase's hair as he turned over, stroking slowly as his breathing began to ease. Chase placed a soft kiss on House's shoulder and leaned his head against the other man's chest. House sighed, his gaze traveling slowly around the room, falling on the door.

"Did we leave the door open?" he asked.

"Must've," Chase said sleepily. House shrugged and closed his eyes and the two men fell into a companionable sleep.