A/N: I had originally planned for this fic to be a one-shot, but decided to add one more chapter.

Warning: There is one swear word, used twice in this chapter.

As always any reviews/comments are gratefully received. Thanks!

Wilson didn't bother knocking on House's front door. Instead he moved the bag he was carrying into his right hand so that he could use his key to open the door. He didn't really expect House to be out of bed at that time on a Saturday morning even though he had called House the night before and told him that he had promised his mother that they would make it to her house in time for lunch.

So Wilson had arrived at House's apartment an hour earlier than the set off time. He had even bought some bagels so that he wouldn't have to listen to House whining incessantly about being deprived of having breakfast. He opened the door and stood still for a few seconds to check if there was any activity inside the apartment. He was met by complete silence so he headed into the kitchen to drop off the bag of bagels and to start the coffee machine. Wilson then walked into House's bedroom. He chuckled as he saw the sight of House sleeping soundly. The blanket had slid half-way off the bed and it looked as if he had followed it instead of just pulling it back towards him.

Wilson let him sleep as he travelled around the bedroom collecting the clothes that House would need for their vacation. He left them in a neat stack at the foot of the bed and then sat down next to House. Wilson reached out, his hand gently touching House's cheek, feeling the contrast between smooth and stubbled skin beneath his fingertips. He felt a pang of guilt as he watched House doze. He looked so comfortable, sprawled out in the soft, cozy bed. House suddenly shifted onto to his left side and before Wilson had a chance to react, his hand was trapped between House's cheek and the pillow under his head. Wilson let out a yelp of surprise before pulling his hand free.

"Wilson!" House whined against the blanket. "It's Saturday. Leave me alone and let me sleep some more." Wilson smiled briefly at the fact that House did not have to open his eyes to know that he was there.

"No, we need to leave soon." Wilson argued as he gently shook House's arm.

"No, I need to sleep."

"I brought breakfast with me. And the coffee should be ready by now." Wilson said in his most soothing tone of voice. House slowly opened one eye and sniffed the air. The strong aroma of coffee was gradually drifting into the bedroom.

"Your manipulative tactics will not work on me!" House exclaimed even though he had opened his other eye and seemed wide awake.

"You have precisely fifty minutes to get ready and eat breakfast..." Wilson stated as he glanced down at his watch. "...or I will go without you!"

"How would I cope without you for two whole weeks?!" House said melodramatically.

"You wouldn't." Wilson retorted. He was rewarded with House shrugging his shoulders as if he agreed with Wilson's assessment. House then sat up and Wilson found himself almost face to face with him. Wilson couldn't help thinking that all he had to do was turn his head a little and lean forward and he would be able to press his lips against House's mouth. He glanced across at House and saw that he was looking back at him; his clear blue eyes blinking, carefully studying the expression on his face.

"I'll er...give you some space. I have bagels to toast." Wilson quickly said, relieved that he had managed to think of an excuse to leave the room. He knew that House didn't want an audience while he struggled out of bed and they still needed to talk about the kiss on the balcony the day before. He didn't know how House felt about it and he didn't want to risk messing up their already complicated relationship.

Wilson walked into the living room after pouring himself a cup of coffee and toasting some bagels for the both of them. He sat down on the couch and channel surfed while he ate his breakfast. House finally emerged; freshly showered and dressed, carrying a small bag which he dropped off next to the couch. He then joined Wilson after getting his own coffee and food. He grabbed the remote control from Wilson's hand and settled on a show he liked.

"All this niceness is..." House's voice trailed off, pointing to the mug in his hand.

"Nice?" Wilson suggested.

"Annoying." House corrected, shaking his head. "And unnecessary."

"It's in my own self interest. We can't be late. You haven't seen my Mom when she's angry." Wilson said lightly. House was about to speak, but quickly closed his mouth when he looked across to see Wilson smiling warmly at him. The same feeling of affection towards Wilson washed over him with just as much force as the day before. He abruptly looked away, down at his thigh as if it was bothering him.

"House? Are..." Wilson began, unable to hide the concern in his voice.

"We should go then." House interrupted, switching the television off after he stood up. He picked up his bag and headed to the front door where he had left his cane the night before. He grabbed his cane while he waited for Wilson to walk out of the apartment. He silently chided himself to get control of his emotions as he locked the door. He was sure that Wilson would notice soon enough and the ensuing awkwardness would be only amplified by having to spend the following two weeks together.

Wilson had already started the car by the time House had sat down in the passenger seat. House made himself comfortable, throwing his bag onto the backseat before scanning the radio stations for a song he didn't completely hate. He noticed that Wilson remained silent as he flicked between songs; barely listening for long enough to know what the song was, let alone if he liked it or not. It made him stop what he was doing and he took a Vicodin to ease the steadily increasing ache in his leg instead. He then gazed at the view out of the window, his head turned away from Wilson.

They continued their journey in silence, which was occasionally broken by Wilson unconsciously humming along to whatever song was playing on the radio. House finally felt himself relax as the music and warm sunshine soaked into his skin. Wilson stole a glance at House. He saw that he was slouched comfortably in his seat which gave him the courage to take a deep breath and ask the question that had been on his mind for hours.

"House?" Wilson said casually as if he was just going to ask if he could change the radio station.

"Hmm." House replied absently, still staring at the view rushing past him.

"Why did you kiss me?" Wilson asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

"Wilson." House paused, unwilling to say anything else. "Do we have to talk about it now?" A thought suddenly occurred to House. "Is that why you waited until we were in the car?" House added, surprised that Wilson could still ambush him so easily.

"Yes." Wilson replied quickly, refusing to let House derail the conversation. "Tell me why you did it."

"I wanted to." House knew that lying to Wilson was pointless as he had an amazing ability to immediately see through his lies.

"That's it?! That's all the explanation I'm going to get?!" Wilson exclaimed when he realised that House wasn't going to say anything further on the matter.

"Why did you kiss me back?" House responded, focusing his attention back on Wilson.

"I wanted to." Wilson retorted in a child-like manner. House rolled his eyes and sighed in defeat, knowing that Wilson wouldn't give up. He would continue to pester him until he got a satisfactory answer.

"You were having a shitty day. You asked me to go on this trip with you. I kissed you and you kissed me back." House turned his body towards Wilson, but he was still unable to look directly at him.

"That's what happened, not why." Wilson persisted.

"Even though you were having a shitty day, you wanted me to go on vacation with you." House then added quietly, "I didn't think about it. I just wanted to reciprocate."

"By kissing me?" Wilson asked glancing across at House.

"Yes. Can we stop talking about this now? Please?!" House pleaded.

"Do you want to kiss me again?" Wilson blurted out.

"Do you?" House deflected, already feeling he had admitted too much. Wilson sighed with exasperation. He hadn't expected a profound admission from House, but it had been such hard work to get even that tiny piece of information from him.

Wilson looked across at House, who was back in his original position, facing away from him. They both carried on their journey in silence, afraid to say anything that would restart the difficult conversation. Wilson almost wished he had never asked House in the first place because the very idea of House kissing him again had sent his mind reeling.

"Why did you ask me along on this trip?" House suddenly asked.

"I...I didn't want to go without you." Wilson confessed as the word reciprocate continued to tumble about in Wilson's mind.

"Are we there yet?" House asked.

"Nearly." Only when Wilson turned the corner onto the block where his parents lived did he realise the other meaning behind House's seemingly innocuous question. Wilson soon found a space and parked the car. He remained still for a few moments, trying to regain his composure before he turned off the engine. He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned his body towards House. House let out a deep breath as he too unbuckled his seatbelt.

"House." Wilson said quietly as he leaned forward and cradled the back of House's head with his left hand.

House knew that this time, if he closed the gap between himself and Wilson, it could not be brushed off as simply acting on impulse. It proved to them both that he wanted this, wanted Wilson. It was something that he had tried his best not to think too much about. However he had no choice, but to face it now. He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on the sensation of Wilson's fingers skimming lightly over his hair. His heart rate increased as he imagined kissing Wilson again.

Wilson suddenly felt House's hands reach up to cup his face. House then pressed his lips against Wilson's mouth. The kiss was definitely not like their first kiss. It began deliberately, slowly, but suddenly changed and became more passionate as House impatiently tugged at Wilson's shirt to pull him even closer towards him. Tongues explored mouths and fingers trailed across increasingly warm skin. A charged, heated silence enveloped them in the car. Wilson finally moved away after several minutes had passed and pointed to a house across the street as he tried to catch his breath.

"Can't miss lunch, remember!" Wilson said even though he would have happily stayed in the car with House.

"Right, lunch." House nodded his head. Wilson was about to open his door when House grabbed his wrist. "Just give me some time to get used to this, okay?" He added quietly, uncertain how Wilson would react.

"So...no plans to ask me to elope with you?" Wilson joked, lifting the atmosphere between them.

"You're an idiot." House responded even as he smiled back at Wilson.

Wilson got out of the car making sure he didn't forget House's bag from the backseat as well as his own from the trunk while House made his way out of the car. They crossed the quiet street together.

Wilson dropped the bags and rang his parents' doorbell before moving back to stand next to House. They could both see a flurry of activity behind the glass window of the front door as his mother rushed to finish what she was doing to answer the door. Wilson felt just like a giddy, lovesick teenager as House took hold of his hand, intertwining their fingers before suddenly letting go when they both saw the door being opened by Wilson's father.

The End.