Notes: I've had a question about the relationships in this story. It is primarily about Chase and Wilson, especially Chase, but I do also plan to explore a relationship between House and Cuddy and there will also be a side story about Cameron. If that's for you, please enjoy!

Also, I felt obligated to say that I in no way support unsafe sex and condoms should always be used. I just don't write the action into the story because it would be difficult and awkward to say in each love scene.

Chapter 4

Cuddy watched as tea particles dissolved in the hot cup of water. She seriously thought about mixing it with rum. Her dad had taught her to drink as a young woman when they would go to a local bar to watch baseball games together. He had always told her that he wanted her to be able to drink any man under the table, and she could most of the time. She let out a sigh, realizing she wouldn't have those familial memories with a child of her own. Leaving the rum bottle in the cabinet, she went into the living room.

House had soon left after she had humiliatingly sobbed into his arms. What snide little quip would he have for her on Monday morning?

Setting down her tea on a table, she sat down on the couch and read her mail. She couldn't concentrate on the prices of her bills and the letter she received from her sister.

She was barren.

Her thoughts drifted back to House. He had never told her why he was there. She wondered why she even cared why he was there. Greg House was a pain in the ass and he was probably only there to pain her ass more than usual. The man needed a hobby.

He had been so kind to her last year when she was getting injections. She shrugged, figuring that he had done so probably out of relief that she didn't want to date Wilson. Sometimes, those two were just too close to each other. She laughed at the thought that maybe they were gay. It would certainly explain a few things.

No, she told herself. She knew House wasn't gay. He had been in love with Stacy and most probably still was. His heart would always be wrapped in Stacy.

Stacy. A part of her, a small part, hated Stacy. The woman irritated her. She knew it wasn't Stacy's fault. Cuddy actually did like the woman, but had Stacy not met House nearly a decade ago, Cuddy's life may have been completely different

Cuddy had known House in college, but not well. He'd tease the hell out of her when he got the chance, but he was already several years ahead of her in the program. He never talked to people much anyway.

But as the Dean of PPTH, he had come to her looking for a job. She had to turn him down. He was a liability to any hospital.

"C'mon, Cuddy," he had said charmingly. "At least have dinner with me. We can discuss why you should hire me."

She finally agreed and after several glasses of wine and an intriguing conversation about the Yankees, they had ended up naked back in her apartment.

"Do I get the job now?" he had said the next morning.

She had smiled and said, "You're not a hooker, House." Laughing, she had jokingly told him, "Besides it wasn't that good."

They had made plans. He was going to continue searching for a job and they were going to see each other again the next Saturday.

But he met Stacy on Friday. And moved in with her within a week.

Cuddy didn't talk to either of them much again until House's infarction. After that, she felt obligated to give him a job. But it was more than that, too. She had wanted to keep him close to her. Anyway she could have him.

As she sat on her couch now, her cup of tea in her hands, she knew she liked having him around professionally instead of romantically. This way he was close. He could counsel her and badger her and keep her sharp without ever hurting her again. He was dangerous and she knew it.

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House sat down at his piano bench and began to play, slow and smooth. The rain was keeping beat outside.

The day had not gone as planned. Wilson was still MIA and Cuddy appeared to be a complete wreck. All he had wanted to do was watch the damn monster trucks.

He wondered how Cuddy was doing. He admonished himself for caring. It wasn't his problem. And she definitely wasn't going to make it his problem. For a split second, his head turned and he looked over at the phone.

No, he thought. He wasn't the type of guy to call a woman and see how she was. Especially when he wasn't even attached to this woman.

But he knew that wasn't exactly true either. Somehow, for some reason, he was attached to her. He wasn't sure how, though. Was it because they had sex? Maybe. It had been fantastic. But he had sex with several women; hell, he had paid some of those women, and he didn't feel any obligation or connection to them.

Was it because she had hired him after no one else would? That was most likely. And he knew that part of her hiring him was out of guilt about his leg. That was their biggest connection. She felt guilty and he used it to his advantage.

He stood up and walked over to the phone. He tried to call Wilson again.

When he got his voicemail, he left the message, "You better be having mind blowing sex with an incredibly flexible woman. And she better have a reasonably attractive sister." After a pause, he added, "She doesn't even need to be reasonable."

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Wilson nearly fell off of the stool. "What?"

Chase looked straight into his eyes. "Are you in love with House?"

Wilson let out a soft laugh. "Where did this come from?"

Chase took a deep breath. "I can't start something with someone again who would rather be with House. I can't wonder every time we're together if you're envisioning him instead of me."

"Are we starting something?"

Chase's brow furrowed. He hadn't expected Wilson to go off tangent. Folding his arms, he said, "I told you that this was more than a fuck and I meant it. Did you?"

Wilson stared back at him and without wavering, he said, "Yes."

Chase came from around the counter and stood in front of Wilson. Looking down at him, he said, "Please be sure you mean it because I don't want you kissing me today and waiting for House tomorrow."

Wilson's jaw clenched slightly. "I'm not Cameron."

Chase's eyes roamed over his featured. "No, you're not. But you have three ex-wives that all seem to think that House is the reason you're not married to them anymore."

Wilson stood. They were only a few inches apart. "We're not married anymore because I got more pleasure from simply touching you than I ever did from sleeping with them. Or any other woman."

Chase's voice was thick and enchanting and persistent. "Do you love House?"

Wilson rubbed the back of his head, making the Chase's button down shirt that he was wearing open and rub against his ribs. "I love House. He's my best friend. We need each other. But I've never been in love with him." Wilson tried to look down at the floor, but they were too close to do so without bumping heads. "He thinks I'm attracted to neediness. That's not true. I married needy women because it gave me companionship. I didn't really want to be married to a woman, so I picked women who needed something from me." He took Chase's hand in his. "The truth is, I'm attracted to you because you don't need me or anyone. I'm not in love with House. He needs too much."

Chase smiled. Intertwining his fingers with Wilson's, he lifted their joined hands as he kissed him. Close to his lips, Chase whispered, "I do need you, James. Give me what I need."

Wilson grabbed Chase's shoulders and pushed him on the floor. Chase held his weight on his elbows and his lips turning upwards, he looked up at Wilson who was standing over him. "Are you going to hurt me?" Chase said, his eyebrow cocked.

Wilson's eyes squinted. "Do you want me to?" He stepped closer.

Chase sat up and wrapped his hands behind Wilson's calves. He slid his hands up and down his legs. He smiled cockily at Wilson's hard-on, which was just above his head. "What do you think?"

As his answer, Wilson lifted his foot to Chase's chest and shoved him back onto the floor. He finally bent down and straddled either side of Chase's hips. He pulled Chase's hair, jerking his head over and Chase grunted. Wilson swiftly leaned over and bit Chase's neck—not hard enough to leave a staying mark but enough to make him cry out. Both liked the cacophony of the cry mixed with their panting.

Wilson scooted down and licked Chase's stomach as he moved. Wilson paused over Chase's lap and looked back up at Chase with a smirk when he saw that Chase could barely keep his eyes open to watch him. Wilson kissed the front of Chase's boxers before he started to slip them down. Once the boxers were around his thighs, Wilson rubbed Chase, teasing the tip. Chase lifted off of the floor with a growl and then hit is head against the carpet to relieve some of the tension. Wilson nipped at Chase's inner thigh before he took off his own boxers.

Wilson braced himself over Chase and looked down into his face. "Do you believe me?"

Chase blinked several times, trying to focus. "What?"

Wilson was only one move away from being inside Chase. Neither could barely wait, but Wilson asked, "Do you believe that I only want you? That I'm starting something here, too?"

For the first time since he had pushed him back down, Chase lifted his hand to Wilson, sifting his fingers through Wilson's hair. He brought him an inch from his lips and as both stared into each other's eyes, he said, "I believe you." Then he kissed him.

Wilson entered him as they kissed. He slipped his hands underneath Chase, lifting him up, wrapping Chase's legs around his waist.

Both cried out as they came together. Neither heard Wilson's cell phone ring.

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They laid on the floor together staring at the ceiling, naked and still breathing pretty heavy.

Without looking over, Chase licked the sweat and taste of Wilson from his lips. "When was the last time you were with a man like this?" Oh, damn, he thought. He didn't want to sound like the needy girlfriend he had always hated. But he needed to know.

Wilson wiped his forehead. "Right before breakfast."

Chase laughed. "No, I'm serious."

"I am, too. You're the only man I've ever been with."

Chase sat up and looked down at him. "You must be joking." When Wilson shook his head, he said, "But in your office last night, you were so willing for this." Chase leaned in closer. "And you didn't even hesitate when we had sex."

Wilson blushed. Chase was beginning to notice that he did that a lot. "I didn't hesitate to have sex because for the first time, sex actually felt right." He looked away as he said, "And I was so willing in my office because I've been fantasizing that you would do that for several months now."

Chase guffawed. "You fantasize about me? When did this start?"

Wilson drew imaginary circles on Chase's knee with his fingertip. "When House told me what you did for Andi."

Chase looked down at the carpet, trying to think. "You mean Andi with cancer? Because I kissed her? Everyone else was ready to stone me."

Wilson sat up and rested his arms on Chase's shoulders. "That's because they don't know these kids, these patients like I do. You did a great thing for her, Chase. And that's when I first noticed you." Wilson noticed it was Chase who blushed now. "What about you? Have you ever…?"

Chase nodded. "I was with someone—in a relationship—in college. It didn't last long."

They were about to lean in and kiss when -->-->Wilson-->-->'s phone beeped to let him know he had a voicemail. "I better get that," he said. "It could be a patient." He stood up and found his phone underneath his scattered clothes. "Damn it," he muttered when he listened to the message.

"What is it? Is your patient okay?"

"I seriously doubt he's ever okay," Wilson said. "It's House." Wilson hurried to put his clothes back on. "I've got to go find him.

Chase stood up. "Why?"

"I was supposed to meet him today. We had plans for all day."

Chase put his hands on his hips. "Just call him and tell him you got delayed. Or you forgot."

Wilson shook his head. "I have to go talk to him right now."

Chase cocked his head. The move was that much more animalistic and manly considering he was naked. "You have to go," he repeated, skeptical.

"If I don't, he's going to wonder where I was." He held up his phone as proof saying, "He's already told me that he thinks I'm having sex."

"You were having sex."

Wilson buttoned up his shirt. "Well, yeah, but he thinks it was with a strange woman. If I don't tell him something, he's going to know something's up."

Chase took two strides and, wrapping his arm behind Wilson's back, pulled him to him. "Something is up."

Wilson paused, noticeably tempted to stay. Instead, he kissed Chase hard, his tongue making a quick, enticing swirl inside Chase's mouth. "I'll be back. I promise," he said just above a whisper. "But I'm not ready to tell him about this yet." He saw hurt in Chase's face and clarified, saying, "He's not ready to hear it." Wilson put his hands on Chase's hips and pulled him even closer to him until there was no air between them. "And I'm not ready to let go of this secret yet. I like that it's just me and you right now. That we're the only ones that know how good this feels"

Chase let go of breath he didn't realize he had been holding. Swatting Wilson on the butt, he said, "Then go to House and fix it." Then with a seductive smile in his eyes, he said, "Then come back and tie me up.

Wilson chuckled. "I guess I know what your fantasy is now."

TBC