'She's going to catch us if you keep this up.'
James was frustrated and Greg could tell. It was part of the appeal of the position he had young Jimmy wedged into, pressed into a corner just inside the clinic.
It was late, almost 10pm, and the only reason the two of them were still at the hospital was that House's team had called him back to deliver some bad news about his current patient, and James was trying to catch up on some paperwork that he had allowed to get out of control while dealing with three terminal patients simultaneously.
House had paged Wilson, asking for a consult and not expecting a response until the following morning. When his phone had gone off in his pocket House had almost fallen out of his seat- James had not only called him back less than twenty minutes after he'd sent the page, he was in the hospital and wanted to know where House and his team were.
It took barely two minutes on the phone for House to convince Wilson to meet him in the clinic, which at this hour was deserted. There were two nurses at the intake desk but they ignored the two doctors as they passed through the empty space and around the corner towards the radiology department.
They were barely out of sight of the intake desk when House caught Wilson around the ankles with his cane and bought him to an abrupt halt, pinning James to the wall and pressing his mouth to the soft juncture of neck and jaw.
'The only reason Cuddy would catch us is if someone ratted us out.'
'I think Thirteen might suspect...'
'Hadley has no clue. Trust me on this.'
'Cameron caught us that one time, remember?'
'She didn't know what she caught us doing, though.' House let one hand drop to Wilson's waistband and slid two fingers behind the button, flicking it open and using his pinkie to drop the zipper. 'We were in an exam room and I had my pants down. She twisted it around so she saw what she wanted to- a doctor performing a physical on a patient, not an oncologist and his diagnostician boyfriend making out.'
'Only because she backed out so fast she hit her head!' James was amazed at how coherent House was able to be while he was simultaneously pressing his lips and hands into places that were making James' brain fuzzy.
'That and she caught us before your pants got dropped.'
'Which, if memory serves-' James broke off to take a deep, gasping breath as Greg's hand dipped lower and cupped his balls gently, rolling them around in his hand. '-if memory serves never happened that afternoon because you were too freaked out.'
'I took care of you that night, don't pout.' House muttered, reaching up his other hand to stroke James' neck as they kissed again, long and deep.
'I have to get back to the team, they'll have the blood panel back by now.' House told Wilson a few minutes later, having withdrawn his hand from the younger mans' pants.
James whimpered a little as Greg pulled the zipper back up, reaching down and pressing the hand back against his groin, his hips bucking as their lips met.
'Please, don't tease me like this.' he moaned as his pants were re-buttoned by the expert fingers of his long-time lover.
'You know where my house is, James... you know where I keep the spare key.' House pressed his mouth to James' one last time before he pivoted on his cane and exited the hallway at high speed, leaving Wilson weak-kneed in a dark corner of the clinic and gasping for air.
