Disclaimer: House is not mine, neither are the others. I am thinking of other things to make this story interesting, so stay tuned. I am just in the middle of the next chapter :) Review!

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Wilson took a moment to react to the kiss and contact, before responding. He kissed back, running his tongue along House's lips, which parted, allowing him access to explore his mouth. House moaned at the warmth of his tongue, pulling him closer. Wilson wrapped his arms around House's waist, pulling House on top of him. They moved so they were laying along the all the cushions of the couch.

House nudged his way in between Wilson's legs, rested his crotch against Wilson. Slowly, he moved his pelvis forward, the sudden friction causing both to let out deep moans. He continued to speed up his thrusts, pleasure flowing through both of them.

As the swelling in his pants grew, Wilson became more and more confused. This was amazing, what was happening with him and House. He had wanted this for so long. But now that it was actually happening, he felt the need to get answers, before anything serious happened. Slowly he pulled away from the deep kiss, House moaned at the loss of contact.

"House…what is this? Why did you kiss me?"

Sighing, House pulled away, moving so he was sitting once again. "You can't just do something, can you? You have to understand everything about it first. You were the one who kissed me first."

"Yea I did. So what? You want answers for that? Ask questions. I'm not a mind reader." Wilson sat up, looking right into House's eyes.

"Fine. Why did you kiss me? Why have you been acting so weird?"

Wilson bit his bottom lip, thinking about exactly what he wanted to say. "I kissed you because I have wanted to for I think years now. I've been acting so weird, because its been hitting me harder and harder lately how hard it is to be around you…and not touch you. I have strong feelings for you…"

"Well duh. That was obviously. We have always had something between us, that no one else could touch. That doesn't explain the blushing, the weirdness when I hit on Cuddy or Cameron."

"God, its surprises me how you can solve lives in intelligently, but when it comes to your life, you are so stupid." Wilson got up, rubbing his face.

House bolted up, now pissed off. "Wanna tell me what the fuck that means?"

"It means I am in love with you. I love you, more than anything in this world. I love you more than I can bare sometimes. I love your smile no matter how rare, I love how smart you are…I just…I love you." His voice went quiet, and he couldn't bare the thought of what look House had on his face.

For a moment, he let everything Wilson said sink in. He had just told him, that he loved him. Then he thought about his feelings. Did he love Wilson? He cared deeper for him than he had anyone else in his life, but he wasn't sure if it was love.

"I need…to sleep on this. Is that ok?" House's voice was soft and careful, not wanting to hurt or upset Wilson.

Wilson nodded, not sure of how to react. He didn't except House to proclaim his love for him, but he was hoping for something more. He looked up at House, who had a blank expression on his face.

"Ok…its late…I'm going to shower, then hopefully sleep. Night." House patted his shoulder as he hobbled past him, into the bedroom.

Wilson watched him leave, then sat down on the couch, running his fingers through his hair. He changed into his comfy pants and laid down on the couch, covering himself with a blanket. A tear fell down his cheek as he drifted off to sleep, regretting ever saying anything.

House grabbed his comfy pants and a t-shirt before heading into the bathroom. He made sure the temperature was hot enough, then stepped in, letting the water beat down on him. Thoughts of what happened earlier ran through his mind, causing him to become aroused. But when he thought about what Wilson said, his focus was else where, and the arousal dissipated.

Wilson loves him, which makes sense why his marriages didn't work out. But did he love him back? He ran through everything they had been through together, realizing that no matter what happened, he was always going to be by his side. Wilson was never going to let him down, like so many had before. Then it hit him. Of course he loved Wilson, he had for years. He had just become so accustomed to the feelings he didn't bother analyzing it.

When he was finished his shower, he quickly dried off, getting dressed. He walked back out to the living room, ready to tell Wilson how he felt, but once he reached the couch, he saw that Wilson was fast asleep. "Tomorrow." House smiled, and went back to his room. Slipping under his covers, House made himself comfortable. He thought about Wilson, and fell asleep with a smile on his face.