House moaned in pain as he rolled onto his side, staring at the alarm clock like it personally offended him. He rubbed a hand down over his face and moaned again for emphasize as if someone would magically appear and sympathies.

Grabbing a vicodin he leant himself up into a sitting position and glared around his room deciding against putting on pants in order to get a coffee to wash down his morning vicodin.

Standing slowly and stretching until his back popped House scratched his belly and yawned, blue t-shirt crumpled and boxes hanging low.

Limping towards the door he stopped, he sniffed gain. Yes, there it was the smell of coffee in the morning. Frowning he limped faster and all but burst into the hallway staring in shock at the kitchen where Wilson was drinking coffee and examining the back of a milk carton with interest.

House seriously contemplated turning back around and hiding in his room when Wilson suddenly turned and stared right at him, blushing furiously and gaping

"I uh...I made coffee?" he stammered, gesturing at a steaming mug on the counter top, "I was going to make pancakes but you don't seem to have any food here" he mumbled turning around and randomly opening cupboard doors and drawers.

House frowned again at the scene in front of him, Wilson in shirt without a tie, freshly washed hair flopping about as Wilson moved, shirt sticking to his still damp body. Wilson must have come straight here after his morning shower at the hotel; Wilson was wearing two almost matched blue socks.

House almost smiled at the though of Wilson taking off his shoes to keep the carpet clean, sniffing the air again he noticed that Wilson had cleaned whilst waking for House to wake up.

Then a thought struck him which he desperately tried to ignore, what if … what if he could wake up to this every morning, maybe even have Wilson in pajamas , or maybe just a towel form his shower? Oh and the shower, House was imagining Wilson all soaped up and in the shower when he was brought back by a loud cough, Wilson looking at him curiously

"House?"

"I don't need a maid; shouldn't you be with your little baldies?" House grumbled hoping Wilson would leave so he wouldn't have to have this conversation.

"Im in late today, and I knew you never get in before eleven, so I thought I'd come wake you up, or at least make sure your okay. You shouldn't really be out of the hospital yet, you were supposed to be on supervised watch for two nights." Wilson said, pausing to put his hands on his hips

"We need to talk" he glanced up at House his face flushing with nervousness.

Houses eyes widened oh god, he thought I can't do this, turning abruptly he limped to the living room and tried to act as though he was very busy. "You should go to work" he rumbled gruffly his back turned to Wilson.

Wilson took a deep breath, he could barely speak, the sight of House with ruffled fluffy hair, in just his boxers and a tight blue tee just took his breath away, he hadn't lied when he said he wanted to check up on House, he was worried, but they needed to talk about this if… if anything was to happen and Wilson was one hundred percent sure they both wanted it too, well… fifty percent sure at least.

Wilson frowned as House limped away, sighing he followed "You can't run away from this House"

"I cant run "House growled flopping onto the sofa rubbing his thigh and throwing his head back, eyes closed, Wilson admired his soft neck and bobbing Adams apple before perching on the counter

"Don't use the leg to try and get me to leave you alone, it doesn't work"

"Damn, my devious plan foiled" Wilson rolled his eyes

"House…why did you kiss me?"

House froze his hand resting lightly on his knee his mouth a tight line, "I didn't kiss you"

"No actually, you made out with my neck and gave me a massive hickey"

House opened his eyes, his mouth twitching lightly with amusement "House you can't just run away-"

"Can I see it?" House asked his eyes lighting up, peering at Wilsons collar Wilsons stopped his rant mid-flow and frowned at House, sighing at the expectant look he was receiving

"Fine" he reached up and slowly pulled his collar down revealing a large purple bruise House whistled low and long before chuckling

"Damn"

"It's not funny" Wilson pouted "House just tell me why okay? I need to know"

"Why do you need to know?"

"Oh no, uh huh am I telling you until you tell me why, because im pretty sure you know why and are just playing me."

"I'm not... Im not playing you. I just wanted to say thanks for finding me"

"Oh and you thank everyone like that do you?"

House shouted loudly "NO! I mean no I don't, god I don't want this Wilson I cant do it"

House leapt up and limped away pouring a scotch and gulping it down all in one swift movement. Wilsons face dropped "House…"

"I wanted too, to kiss you, to touch you, I just ...I wanted too" House whispered hoarsely, turning around and facing Wilson, sighing with defeat he mumbled "Now what?"