Wilson, House realized, was jealous - of Chase - of his relationship with Chase.
Which was strange on a whole new level, really, because the last time he'd checked he didn't have a relationship with Chase. Besides mocking him of course, but he mocked Cameron much more.He really hoped Wilson didn't think he was sleeping with Cameron; that was just gross.
Wilson had been irritated and annoyed a lot lately and House; bitter as he was to admit it, had been worried. Then Wilson had practically growled when House had nearly tripped over some animal - might have been a child - in the clinic and Chase had rushed to help him.
It was, House decided, almost funny.
Wilson was standing on the balcony when House made his move (and he was smooth). "Wilson," he said, sliding up beside the other man and resting his hands inches apart from Wilson's on the railing. "I only want one preppy blonde."
Wilson blinked several times. "I know I speak House better than most but still – What?"
"I know," he winked, "No need to be jealous, I love you."
Wilson laughed. "Right. You love me." He wouldn't look House in the face.
House shrugged; avoidance was easy to deal with. He laid his hand on Wilson (mushy, sweet, Wilson's got to be loving this), and his other hand left his cane leaning against the railing and cupped Wilson face and it was time, he decided, to go all out, "I only have room in my heart for one preppy jock – and that's you."
The kissing was so much better than House expected.
"I wasn't a jock. Jerk," Wilson said at last, grinning at House.
"Right," he grinned and starting pulling Wilson back to him by his collar, "you were a cheerleader."
He was very grateful that his cane could become such a good object for not letting your boyfriend run away in a huff.
Chase was waiting in his office when he arrived the next day.
He paused and leaned against the doorway, "Chase, I know you love me but honestly, this stalking has got to stop."Chase stood up. "I do."
"Sorry can't, already married."
"Ha, ha," Chase blushed, "I love you."
House could feel his eyebrows soaring, he looked at his wrist, "Wow look at time, patients to see, lives to save -"
"Shut up."
House frowned. "Whoa," he said, bringing out his inner surfer, "way to show the love."
"Be serious."
"What gave me away?" House asked.
Chase rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Patients to see."
"Damn," he frowned, "they really are good for nothing"
"That's not -" Chase frowned, "I want you to be with me," he blushed, "you can do that thing with your cane and …"
House went a little red, "Were you spying last night?"
"No." Chase paused. "Yes. I love you."
"Right," House nodded as he would to a child (or someone of any age actually). "Well if you saw then you know Wilson and I, well, we so exchanged promise rings."
Of course Wilson chose that moment to enter the room. House wanted to bang his head against the door but rethought it because, well, new boyfriend, got to keep looking pretty.
"We did?" Wilson asked, looking at his fingers.
House smirked, "Oh honey, it wasn't that kind of ring. Think larger."
Wilson snorted and Chase glared. "Is something wrong?" Wilson inquired, sounding really, very smug.
House was quite proud.
Suddenly, interrupting House's thoughts, Chase stalked up to Wilson and looked him in the eyes then slowly turned his head and looked House up and down before turning back to Wilson. "It's on," he announced.
Wilson and House's eyebrows rose together.
Chase left the room.
Wilson gave House a deeply irritated look.
House tugged at his collar. "Anyone else got the urge to say bring it?"
Wilson slammed the door on his way out.
House looked at his door and sighed. "I so hope this means good make up sex."
