So this is the end of Closet Case. Took me long enough, huh? Heh, sorry about that. I just took forever to get into the right mindset. I hope it was worth the wait? Maybe? T.T Just don't shoot me.

Anyway, same as always, I do not own House M.D. or it's characters. T.T

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Closet Case
Chapter 7

Why House will Always be the Evil Mastermind.

Wilson was taken completely off guard. His mind was reeling, tying to figure out what exactly was happening and—oh wow did House know how to kiss. He was now sure that House in real life is at least ten times better than the House residing in Wilson's mind. But all thought processes were shut down as House's hips made contact with Wilson's. With a gasp, Wilson opened his mouth in a mix of surprise and bliss. House quickly took advantage and drove his tongue into Wilson's mouth. The two fell back against the door with a thud, Wilson letting out a sound as he hit the door.

The door was what finally woke Wilson up enough to get him moving. He swiftly began to kiss House back, trying to fight him for dominance. Wilson felt a shiver run down him as he felt House grin through the kiss at Wilson's sudden aggression. But the grin was soon transferred to Wilson as groped House's ass. But the surprise was gone just as soon as it came to House, and he was attacking back, latching onto Wilson's hips and pulling him against himself. Wilson gasped at this, and House once again used it to his advantage, breaking the kiss and moving his lips down to where Wilson's neck met his shoulders. House could feel Wilson shudder under him as he sucked at the junction, changing pressure and speed constantly, until a very weak-kneed Wilson let out a moan. House felt his eyes glaze over at the sound of the moan, unable to stop his hips from thrusting forward against Wilson.

As much as Wilson loved House's work on his soon-to-be-hicky, he wanted his lips back. He lifted a hand, the other now at the center of House's backside, and pulled House away from his neck and shoulder to his lips. As their tongues once again greeted each other and fought for dominance, Wilson let his hand slide back and into House's hair. House's own hands busied themselves at Wilson's waist, trying to pull up the dress shirt. It took more effort than it should have, but finally House pulled the shirt out, hands immediately pressing to the warm skin of Wilson. He took his time as he trailed his hands upward, trying to take in all he could about how Wilson's skin felt.

Wilson's head hit the door with a thud as he felt House under his shirt. He was happily surprised by the gentleness of the touch House had, an almost soothing one. As House reached farther up he ghosted over a nipple. Wilson moaned far too loudly for such a simple touch, breaking the kiss as he trusted himself against House. House grinned. "I'm going to have to remember that."

Wilson looked at House, still grinning, and couldn't help the moan he let out again. House had looked happy. Not smug, ok well a little smug, not superior, but just happy. Wilson couldn't help but be turned on by the idea that it was him that put that look on House. He made House happy.

"Everything ok Wilson?" House asked. Wilson furrowed his eyebrows in confusion until he realized that during his epiphany he'd frozen in place. He couldn't help but return a grin to House as he pulled him closer.

"Everything is perfect."

Abruptly, Wilson begins to tumble back, pulling House down with him. With a thud they hit the floor of the hallway, the wind partly knocked out of Wilson.

"You could have warned us," House said, but with little bite.

"That would defeat the purpose of catching you by surprise," and amused Chase said standing above them. "Oh. And Cuddy's been looking for you, both of you actually."

"Both of us?" Wilson rasped out, still out of breath, and currently being used as a House pillow.

"Yep. It's not so bad when just House disappears. But when you're both gone… Well usually it's not a good sign," Chase said matter-of-factly.

Wilson let out a groan as she scrubs as his face with his left hand, the right, still rather awkwardly placed at the center of House's lower back, clenching slightly. Chase gives off a cough that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. "So. How long have you two been in the closet?" Chase let out another suspicious cough, this time with a grin.

House gives a grin of his own towards Wilson, his eyes dark and glistening with something that made Wilson's stomach do flips and his head go House, don't' you dare say something I'll regret! As if reading his mind, House's grin grew more wicked.

"Well when I was in college," House laughs, "crazy stories. And Jimmy here, with his extensive knowledge of the Village People…"

"House," Wilson glares at him as he forces out the name in a warning tone.

Chase shifts awkwardly on his feet, red faced and looking anywhere but at the two-doctor-pile on the floor in front of him. "I was more referring to you being physically in the closet. Most of the hospital has already figured out the other, or at least assumes it."

Wilson let out a louder groan, covering his eyes with his hands for a moment before letting his hand fall to the side, eyes still shut.

"I don't think that was a very appropriate sound James," House grinned as he growled, grinding himself into Wilson at the hip. Wilson's eyes fly open as the breath in his throat is abruptly stopped. He has to force himself to swallow to regain control of himself.

"House…" Wilson let out slowly, trying to use the name to cover the moan that wanted out. "Get off."

House's grin tones down to something that once again has Wilson's stomach pulling flips. "You want me to get off? I think that may scare poor Chase and his virgin eyes, but because you asked…" Chase and Wilson now had matching faces of dark red.

"House, I mean it, get off," Wilson put more force behind his words this time, pushing the weight of House upwards slightly. House, who's eyes have yet to leave Wilson's face, gives a pout as he slowly gets up. Wilson us soon to follow, trying to dust himself off.

"You're no fun," House continues to pout. But Wilson just ignores him with a sigh, turning to Chase so he can apologize. Before he can start, House cuts in with, "Missed a spot!"

Wilson will of course deny this later, but the look on Chase's face—as House lewdly placed his hand between Wilson's thighs and swept away some lingering dust—is just priceless. He almost feels bad for the poor duckling as he takes a staggered step back. "Uh. So. I'm going to go now. Got. Got doctor stuff to do. Yeah." Wilson couldn't stop his laugh as Chase sped away down the hall.

"I think we just reaffirmed Chase's sexuality for him," Wilson said with another laugh, turning to House.

"Yep. Because he was totally turned on by us."

"What?! No. Nonononono." House just grinned as he watched Wilson's face contort with amusement and disgust.

"Yes. He was. But we should continue our discussion on Chase's sexuality as we sneak out. Cuddy will maul us once Chase runs to tell mommy he saw daddy kissing uncle." Wilson winced, but began to walk towards the elevator.

"Was the incest metaphor really necessary?"

House gave Wilson a look of shock as he fell into step next to him. "Of course!"

Wilson just shook his head as the two walked into the elevator. "Oh come on Wilson, I bet you love to think about your dad in the shower." Wilson went wide-eyed and red with embarrassment.

"He's kidding," Wilson tells the poor nurse stuck in the elevator with the two. She gives a shaky nod, and then blots out as soon as the elevator doors reopen.

Wilson smacks House in the arm as they exit the elevator. "Why do you always feel the need to say things like that at times like that?"

House raised an eyebrow at Wilson. "Why do you always feel the need to act like such a girl?"

Wilson narrowed his eyes at House, but there was no fire behind it. As the two walk outside, Wilson stops. "How did Chase know to open the closet?" Wilson turned to House, narrowing his eyes again. House put on an innocent look.

"I paged him."

"YOU PAGED HIM?! How?!"

House grinned. "I have my ways? Besides that's not important. What's important is I missed lunch. So you need to come over to my place and buy me one hell of a good dinner."

Wilson sighed, but smiled, giving in to House was something he was more than happy to do at the moment. "Where are you parked?" House turned at Wilson's question with another innocent look.

"Nowhere."

"How did you get to work?"

"Magic?"

Wilson raised an eyebrow at House before rolling his eyes and walking to his car. House jumped into the passenger seat. But Wilson didn't start the car. House waved his hand in front of Wilson's face. "Heeellooo. Earth to Wilson?"

Wilson turned to House and tilted his head just slightly. "You planned this whole thing, didn't you? Us being suck in a closet, forcing me to admit something so you could, then making out."

"Yep,"

Wilson was quiet for a moment. Then he smiled, leaning closer to House. "Nice plan."

"I am an evil mastermind." House grinned as he leaned towards Wilson in return. "Just wait until what you see what I've got planned for tonight."

End

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