Disclaimer: House MD is not mine. I am so sorry about the wait. There were other things, and I wasn't sure how I wanted to finish the chapter. Anyways, right now I am working on the next bit, so let me know what you think. Review!

Chase pulled Wilson closer, quickly deepening the kiss. He was filled with lust and passion, and poured it into the kiss. Wilson wrapped his arms around Chase, bringing him onto his lap. Even in his intoxicated state, Wilson was still relatively quick to undo all the buttons that hid Chase's molded torso. He ran his fingers lightly along the soft skin, memorizing every dip and abs. Chase moaned softly into the kiss, reaching down to untie the blue necktie. Throwing it aside, he pulled away from the kiss, so he could remove the button on the collar, attacking the flesh he found beneath it.

Wilson pulled away, starring into his eyes. "Bedroom?"

"Down the hall to the left. Let's go."

The two men stumbled towards to room, finally finding it. Chase threw Wilson onto the bed, ravishing him once again. Clothes were gone in moments, and Chase eased his way into Wilson, making sure the older man was completely relaxed. Moans poured out of both as they began to move together, slowly at first, before speeding up. It wasn't long until both climaxed. Chase moved beside Wilson, the other man spooning him. Sleep quickly embraced them.

House laid down on the bed, and Cameron straddled him. She had removed both of their pajama bottoms, and the only thing that needed to go were their shirts. House helped her slid hers off, and he sat up so she could slid his off, running her fingers along the soft hair that covered his chest. A small moan escaped from him, and she dug her nails a little deeper, causing a deeper moan to spill out.

"Allison…this is just cruel…"

Cameron moved her hips so his cock was right near her entrance, teasingly close. She smiled down at him, suppressing her own building pleasure and frustration. Feeling the warmth from him made her feel fuzzy all over.

"No…this is cruel."

House looked up at her, pleading with his eyes. Before he could utter a word, she moved her pelvis and he sank into her. A groan of satisfaction was shared by both, and they locked eyes before Cameron moved up, then back down, engulfing him completely.

"Fuck…"

"Wow…"

Her pace was teasingly slow, driving both of them crazy. Once she couldn't handle it anymore, she drove herself onto him, her moans getting louder and louder as her climax was in sight. House held back a little, not wanting to end it before she was ready. When he felt her muscles begin to clench, he let himself go.

A few more moments of building pressure occurred before they both let their orgasms flood over them. Cameron rolled off of House a minute later. The room was filled with silence, until Cameron started to laugh.

House quirked an eyebrow at her. "You know, it isn't really appropriate to laugh after sex with someone you love."

"No, House, I'm not laughing at you. I am laughing at the fact that every time we have sex, it never ceases to amaze me how good it is." She smiled at him, kissing his hand.

"Well then…keep laughing then." He moved onto his side, and pulled her against him, yanking the blankets to cover them. He placed a small kiss on her lips, before closing his eyes to letting sleep take him over. Cameron fell asleep as well.

Wilson woke up slowly the next morning, his head throbbing. It took him a moment to realize he wasn't on the couch, or was in House's apartment. He looked down, and saw a third hand on his chest. Terror jolted through his body. He glanced behind him, and saw Chase, who was fast asleep. The events from last night flooded his mind, and he smacked his head with his hand.

"What did I do?" He whispered to himself. Looking down, he saw that there was a lack of clothing on either of them. Slowly, Wilson slid Chase's hand off of him, and crept out of the bed, grabbing his clothes. Quickly dressing in the living room, he left quietly, leaving Chase alone.

He ran back to the bar, driving back to House's apartment. It was 9:30, so he knew that both of his roommates would be at work by now, so he jumped into the shower, and redressed, before bolting to work.

Chase awoke slowly, careful not to make too many quick movements. His hangovers were always dreadful. Yawning, he moved so he was sitting up, a familiar smell hitting him. He reached down and grabbed the other pillow, smelling it. It was Wilson. But why would I be smelling Wilson on my pillow…oh no. Every word and touch from the previous night hit him like a wave, and he sighed. He got ready for work, ignoring the fact that he was already late, and headed out.

House sat in his office, waiting for Cameron to bring him his coffee and have a moment by themselves. He watched her walk towards him, smiling.

"Here you go." She walked into the office, handing the green mug to the older man. He took a small sip, and moaned as the warm liquid slid down his throat. "Good?"

"Yes, very. Thanks. What's in it?" He took a whiff of the steam, trying to place the smell.

"Raspberry. My favourite." She smiled, leaning down and placing a kiss on his lips. "I hope you like it." Hearing the door to the conference room open, she glanced in that direction, seeing Foreman come in.

House followed her gaze, slightly disappointed that it wasn't Wilson. Come to think of it, Chase wasn't in yet either. He shrugged, and took another sip. "Guess we should actually start working." Sarcasm bled through his statement and Cameron could only laugh as she followed him into the adjoined room.

Chase wandered in moments later, going directly to the coffee maker. After pouring himself a nice big mug-full, he sat down, taking a big swig, before resting his head on the table.

"Fun night last night?" House quipped, leaning against the wall. Cameron looked at Chase, concerned.

"Oh yea, loads of fun." Chase commented, his accent was thick which meant he was quite tired.

Cameron grabbed a bottle of aspirin out of her bag, handing him two. "Take these."

He nodded and took them, without even asking what they were. "Thanks." He looked up at House, who was trying to read him. Shaking his head, House looked over at Foreman.

"So, teacher's pet, clinic or case?"

"Cuddy said clinic until she can find us a case." Foreman looked over at Chase, who looked like death would be a nice welcome. "You gonna live?"

Chase nodded, standing up. They were heading towards the door, when Wilson walked in. Wilson looked at Chase, hiding everything that he was feeling and wanted to say. "Wow, late night?"

"Yea. See you later." Chase sighed, and walked out with Foreman, wishing that him and Wilson could have talked. Anger filled him, because he realized that Wilson left, without even a note.

"Well if it isn't Doctor Wilson. How are you this morning, nice and hung over I would expect?" House sat down, putting his bad leg up. Cameron smiled uncomfortably, before leaving the two men alone.

Wilson grabbed a cup of coffee, before sitting down. "About last night…"

House smiled. "Well, for your information, my little girlfriend and I did in fact fuck for hours. And to be technical, Chase isn't that much sexier than me. You two have fun?"

"It was…interesting. To say the least." Heat flushed over Wilson's face. He refused to make eye contact with House.

"What do you mean, interesting? Jimmy, what did you do?"

Wilson looked at House. "Its more, who did I do…?"