House was beginning to regret tormenting Wilson so much. He couldn't believe he was thinking that, but it was true. He'd finally stopped throwing the ball at his wall when Cuddy had come and dragged him down to the clinic (after a long and boring lecture to which House responded with a few sexually themed comments, of course). He had been reluctantly seeing patients for about 49 minutes when he decided it was lunchtime.
"Dr. House checks out at 11:42," he told the nurse at the desk. She looked at him skeptically.
"Where are you going, House?"
"To lunch, of course. Wilson's waiting for me." The nurse rolled her eyes but let him go.
House limped to his and Wilson's usual spot, where Wilson was of course sitting, having taken an early lunch in a futile attempt to avoid House. He looked up when he heard House approaching and groaned.
"Go away, House." House sat down across from him.
"I mean it! I got no work done because of you."
"Was that because I was banging on the wall? Oh, silly me."
Wilson glared at him. "You know it not. I couldn't stop thinking about… last night."
House raised his eyebrows. "I have no idea what you mean," he said innocently. "What's so different about you coming over for pizza and beer? You do that all the time."
Wilson avoided House's gave and instead glared at the table. "You know what you did." But this time a lot of the doctors were getting lunch, and the room started to fill up. The gears in House's head were turning, but he pretended not to notice all the potential witnesses.
"Nope. No clue," he answered intent on egging Wilson on. "Maybe you were drunk."
"House, quit screwing with me! I got hardly any sleep last night!" He did not have the patience for House, who had just stolen his chips.
"Why don't you just tell me, Jimmy? Seriously, I have no idea what I-"
"This!" Wilson stood up unexpectedly, reaching his hard over the table and grabbing House by the collar. He pulled the older man towards him, tilting his head and placing his lips on House's, hard.
They stayed like that for several seconds, Wilson wondering what the hell he was doing and House thinking only one thing.
"Finally," he muttered, pulling away from long enough to say that before tugging Wilson back in, taking control. Never mind the appalled and possibly disgusted nurses, or the doctors that could call Cuddy at any moment. The two men thought of nothing at that second besides the fact that they did not want this moment to end.