Shot Two: Busted

Wilson looked at House incredulously. His friend had just told him he believed a politician... that was... unbelievable. There was only one way to deal with this: Mockery. So Wilson started.

„... you didn't just believe him, you believed in him. Wanna come over tonight, watch old movies and cry?" House gave Wilson an amused smirk, so Wilson thought it safe to go on. Maybe, this time, this one time, he could outsmart his friend. „Dr. Cameron is getting to you. Well, I guess you can't be around that much niceness and not get any on you."

„Is that why you haven't put the moves on her?" House retorted, looking like he thought he'd won again, because Wilson was always predictable.

But this time, Wilson was having a genius moment. „What makes you think I haven't put the moves on her?" he said in a cheeky voice.

House's face fell. It was even surprising to Wilson, what an effect his last statement had on House. His expression changed from a smug smirk into one of surprised disbelief... and, was that jealousy?

Wilson mentally patted himself on the shoulder. This time, he'd done it. It didn't happen very often and House usually found a way to turn the situation around again quickly, but this time, Wilson had struck gold. He couldn't help it, he had to gloat.

„Ohh... ohh, boy. You're in trouble." he pointed his finger at House, laughed and turned around to leave, before House found his voice again. House faked an annoyed smile at his friends back and silently berated himself, for showing his feelings. He should have cought Wilson's statement for what it was – a pun, but with Wilson one could never be sure about things that concerned women. He wouldn't put it past him, not to have tried to land with Cameron.

House opened the Exam Room door and went to see his next idiotic patient. He told himself, that he'd make Wilson pay for this. Ohh, yeah, tonight Wilson would wish he'd been more nice...

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Later that night House stood on Wilson's doorstep, a sixpack in his hand and a plastic bag dangling from his wrist.

„So, your offer still standing?" He asked, when Wilson opened the door.

Wilson looked surprised. „What offer?"

„Old movies and lots of crying on your part... remember?"

„Ohh." Wilson said and stepped back to let House in.

„So where's the lovely Mrs. Wilson?" House asked mockingly as he made his way inside.

„Julie... she's at a conference in... somewhere..." Wilson supplied lamely, waving a hand.

House's eyes lit up. „Ohhh goody!" He gave Wilson the sixpack to put it in the fridge, then went into the living room and dropped onto Wilson's sofa. Wilson followed him. „So what's in the bag?"

House looked up with a 'DUH' expression on his face. „Old movies of course!" He said with an air of someone explaining that the grass is green and the sky is blue. „I brought us 'Casablanca' and 'Arsenic and Old Lace' and 'Gone with the Wind'. So you should be able to start crying real quick."

Wilson rolled his eyes. „I'm not gonna cry. And besides, 'Arsenic and Old Lace' isn't sad, it's funny."

„That's for, when I need a break from your sniffling." House announced. „Got a beer?"

Wilson rolled his eyes again, but went into the kitchen to get the beers. When he came back he put 'Casablanca' in the DVD recorder and flopped down next to House. They watched the movie silently for a while, sipping their beer. After about half an hour, House got bored. He knew that movie by heart, and he'd never really liked it anyway, it was too schmalzy.

He turned his attention on Wilson and started playing with Wilson's hair. Wilson ignored him for another five minutes, then he turned his head and looked at House.

„What are you doing? I thought we were watching movies."

„I'm bored. And I've got a better idea." House eyed Wilson suggestively.

„No! No way. I'm not gonna cheat on Julie with you!"

„You already have." House pointed out matter-of-factly.

Wilson turned slightly pink. „Okay, but I'm not gonna cheat on Julie in our house."

„Ok, then lets get back to my place."

„No. Sit back and watch the movie. Do you want another beer?" Wilson sounded stern. House was surprised. Usually it wasn't that hard to get Wilson into bed. He should have made Wilson come over, instead of going to his place. He'd always hated that house anyway.

„I don't want a beer, I want to fuck you."

Wilson choked on his beer. „What?"

„You heard me."

Now Wilson was definitely red. He looked at House with big brown eyes and a shocked expression. House could feel himself getting hard. He loved it when Wilson looked shocked, he always looked so much younger then.

Wilson opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He blinked a few times, then asked in a husky voice. „Are you serious?"

Now, that was interesting, House thought. Did this mean, Wilson was up for it? They'd never really fucked before, but judging from Wilson's expression, which was slowly turning from shocked into thoughtful into desirous, he obviously wouldn't mind taking the last step.

House was definitely having a hard on now. 'Damn', a part of his brain thought, 'this isn't how this was supposed to go'. He'd wanted to punish Wilson for earlier by shocking him, but this... this was turning into something else.

House realized that he hadn't answered Wilson's last question. He shrugged. „Depends on you." He said lamely. He'd tried to come up with a snarky, or at least a cocky answer, but his brain didn't seem to be working properly anymore. Well, no surprise really, as all his blood seemed to have decided to hold an assembly in his groin.

Wilson stared at House, he licked his lips absentmindedly and started to massage his neck. „I... I've got lube and condoms in the bathroom... but we... we're not doing it in the bedroom..." he stuttered.

House collected the last bit's of intelligence he had left. „What about the guest-bedroom?"

Wilson only nodded, pushed himself up and thrust House's cane into his hand. „Come on, then." he said roughly.

House followed Wilson slowly. He couldn't believe it. Wilson had managed to surprise him twice in one day. As soon as he was able to think straight again, he had to come up with something to make him pay for it.

'Or maybe not...' House thought, as he watched Wilson's ass leading him into the guest-bedroom.