"Where is my whiteboard?"

"Cuddy took it away." Foreman supplied as an answer.

"Yeah, talking about burning your witchcraft at the stake."

"And you just let her take it? YOU UTTER MORONS!" And House strode off.

"Give me back my whiteboard."

"Do your clinic hours."

"I could just buy a new one."

"And I'll take that one away too."

"I'm gonna permanently attach one to the wall."

"I would spray it with black paint or even take a chunk out of the wall so you can't use it."

"I'll write on the walls."

"I'll take it of your pay."

"Please, pretty please mom?"

"No."

"Do I have to sexually please you first?"

"We both know that's not really your taste."

"Frigid bitch."

"Homo."

"That's harassment!"

"So? Sue me. Do your hours."

"FINE!"

"And House, wear your coat."

The door slammed shut.

Knock knock

"Dr. Wilson?"

"Yes, Daniela. What is it? I thought I didn't forget an appointment did I?" Wilson started searching his planner somewhere on his desk, perhaps under that stack of paper or 2 stacks or actually the whole stackcovered area.

"No, it's just that... You're friends with Dr. House, aren't you?"

"Yes, we are. What has he done now?"

"Nothing, it's just that the other nurses have been talking about him."

"What did they say?" he asked her getting irritated by the gossiping of some nurses.

"Nothing bad, just that he seems upset or something... He's doing clinic hours and we all know he hates that. But he's being extra mean to everyone. I thought that you could go and talk with him. He's starting to upset a lot of people... He made three patients cry last I heard."

"Fine." Wilson sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I'll go down in a minute."

"You see, I bought this little cat since my husband died. Mr. Snuffles has been a great companion so far. But lately I've been feeling so sick and I read that I could die too because my husband had cancer and it was in his family and I was his family. That means I could have it too and my eyes are all swollen and red. I feel better in the mornings, then Mr. Snuffles wakes me up, I make myself some tea and then I.."

"Please! Just stop talking. It is true that some cancers 'catch' on more in some families. But it's not a disease that just jumps from the one person to the other. Technically you are not his family because you're married into his family. So you're genes won't mix up. Fortunately you could die soon too. And you have to get rid of your cat."

"But Mr. Snuffles!"

"But, Mr. Snuffles." House mimicked her dramatically. "You're allergic to cats. That's why your eyes hurt and it explains all your other symptoms too."

The old lady began to cry.

"Look lady, there is a possibility you can keep your damned cat. Just ask for information in a local pet store or with the vet. There are shampoos and stuff to keep the allergic reactions to a minimum. Now get lost."

The woman smiled gratefully but still could not stop her crying.

"Making old ladies cry now, House?" a voice by the door said.

House laid himself down on the examining chair and closed his eyes.

"I hate people. I'm going to take a nap till the next one comes in to ruin my day even more."

"Alright, I'll leave it to you then. Just don't try to take your bad mood out on the people who work here. I'm getting complaints."

"What? You're my babysitter now. Great."

"You do sometimes act like a big baby."

"Did you change your mind?"

"House, what?"

"Did you change your mind?"

Wilson closed the door behind him so they could talk i complete privacy. "About us? No! Why would you think that?"

"I've barely seen you this week and you haven't.." House trailed off realising how stupid he must seem. "And I'm not some teenage girl!" he snapped.

"No, ofcourse you're not." Wilson grinned "Just a very insecure man with butterflies in his stomach."

House snorted "Yeah, they're giving me heartburn."

"I could always kiss it better..."

"Oh come on! You did not just say that cheesy line?"

Wilson kept smiling. He came closer and stepped in between House's knees.

"What if I did?"

House never noticed Wilsong getting this close and sat up, now noticing the two of them very close together.

"You don't have to kiss me just to prove something, you know."

"I want to kiss you."

"I mean, you only seem to kiss me when having some sort of identity crisis or trying to prove a point."

"House."

"Not that kissing you is something I don't enjoy doing."

"House!"

"It's just that you haven't kissed me since our Thai evening and it's fairly normal for me to start overthinking things and that you maybe had changed your mind."

"House! Shut up and just kiss me!"

"Alright then. As my lady commands."

"I'll show you a lady, good Sir."

When they came up for air, a good five minutes later, House puffed out breathlessly "Did you lock the door?"

"No."

House started removing Wilson's belt.

"House, this is completely unprofessional. Somebody could come in at any time... Aaargh!"

House had grabbed his cock through his pants to shut him up.

"I want this. Don't you?" and started massaging the appendage in question.

"Oh God yes, but eughn, stop. Stop!"

Greg stopped and pulled his hands from Wilson's body.

"I'm sorry." and he covered his own lap. Feeling rejected. Again. He looked away when he felt Wilson move away from him. Probably to leave.

He heard the sound of a lock and his eyes snapped back up.

"I just want us to be comfortable." and a devillish grin marked his boyish face.

House never expected this and when they started kissing slowly again, he started trembling all over his body.

"You okay?" Wilson asked.

"Yes, just.. I've been thinking about this for a long time. And I thought you wanted to take things slow."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sure I want to do this now. And?"

House didn't say anything more and pressed himself closer to his best friend, trying to reach in his pants again.

"mnervs." House mumbled in his collar.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

"Imnervs."

"Did not really catch that."

"I'm nervous! Okay!?"

Wilson grinned and then dropped unceremoniously on his knees. House's eyes almost bulged out when his pants started to get undone.

"I know just the thing to take your mind of things." Wilson murmered against the obvious tent in House's boxers.

There was no time for shy glances, Wilson went directly 'down to business'.

It was clumsy and he tried to do to House what he knew he liked when a woman did these things to him. Though it was very weird to perform on another male. House's penis was different than his. It didn't smell bad and a little hint of sweat. Nothing abnormal. The administration wasn't that hard, but it still took him about 15 minutes and some jaw aching to accomplish his task.

When he sat back on his heels and spit his mouthful discreetly in his handkerchief, he looked up at Greg. Who hadn't made a sound during the whole happening except the soft grunt near the end.

"Euhm... Did you... Was it any good?" Wilson asked shyly. He hadn't really thought about it that much and hoped his first time giving a blowjob wasn't that bad.

"Well, you're certainly not the best I've had." House grumbled and tried to make it sound like a joke.

Wilson jumped op with flaming cheeks.

"How could you say that? You know I... Thanks for making me feel humiliated, jerk!" and left with a white billowing coat.

The nurses had a lot to talk about that day. It never occurred to them that Dr. Wilson, you know that kind doctor, would slam doors on his way out.

House was seriously considering amputating his tongue. Or take a lobotomy. Something must not function well in his brain to provide these sorts of complete and utter moronic errors.

"FUCK!"

Wilson stomped through the halls. It's only because he has to that he is doing this. Stupid Cuddy. Irritating meddling Cuddy. She knew House and him had a fall-out and now she's ordering me around to bring him some updates about a case.

James' pride was still extremely crippled and he was thinking about just passing the file off to a nurse who could play errand boy in his place.

He rounded the corner and saw Cameron talking to a nurse. He nodded at her from afar, passed her without disturbing her conversation and entered their glass office. Slammed the file on the desk and turned to leave. Wilson saw House scrambling out of his chair from the corner of his eye in the office next to this one. He turned on his heels and hastened his pace to get away from that unfeeling bastard as soon as possible.

"Wilson! WILSON!"

House took the other exit and slammed his body in between Wilson and the door. Cameron looked up speculatively.

"What?" the oncologists hissed between his teeth. Looking resolutely at the floor.

"I.. I.. Please just stay, give me a moment." House said rapidly.

Wilson looked up and House made a frantic display of searching for assent in his eyes.

"Fine. Hurry."

House sighed relieved and strode into his office again while the other doctor tapped the floor impatiently with his foot.

House was scrambling after little papers, he stumbled over the carpet in his haste to get back to Wilson with his hands full of paper.

House threw a glance around to see if nobody was within earshot.

"Here. I.. This explains. I mean..."

"What?"

"Msry."

"Come again?" Wilson asked sarcastically, stressing on the pun.

House gulped audibly, why were his eyes getting so fucking clear anyway and lifted the papers up.

Wilson then took a second to really look at his friend, really look at him, and saw that House was mortified and mumbling under his breath. A panicky look marring his face and desperately trying to hold all the papers together while trying to push them subtly into Wilson's hands.

"Please. I'm sorry. Just, take these please. Take them with you." House finally said or was that begging?

"Fine." James snapped and snatched the papers from House's arms and left with his nose up in the air.

Before turning the corner he threw a glance back and saw a forlorn House standing there fumbling with his cane. Eyes downcast emitting an aura of sadness.

When Wilson safily arrived in his office he took a good look at the papers in his arms. He noticed they were all kinds of medical leaflets. House had circled words on them.

Muscle relaxants, pain killers, antidepressants, nerve blockers, meds for muscle spasms, insomnia treatment and even some against high blood pressure.

...Decreased blood flow can reduce desire and interfere with erections and ejaculation...

...The adverse effects of clomipramine (Anafranil), for instance, include ejaculation failure (reported by more than 40 percent of men taking the drug), impotence (reported by at least 15 percent of patients) and decreased libido (reported by at least 18 percent of patients)...

...They also increase levels of the hormone prolactin, which can lead to ED, reduced libido and difficulties achieving orgasm. And, like antidepressants, they block the action of acetylcholine, which researchers believe can lead to problems in all areas of sexual function...

...The sedative and muscle-relaxant properties of benzodiazepines are thought to lessen sexual interest, excitement and sensation...

"Oh God, I'm such a berk." Wilson groaned.

Wilson almost crossed the hospital's threshold when House came out of his office, subdued in his white coat.

"Finished your clinic hours?"

Greg was visibly startled to hear his friend's (boyfriend's?) voice close to him.

"Obviously."

Awkward silence.

Then they started at the same time.

"Did you read..." "Gregory, I'm so sorry."

Even more awkward silence.

"Remember, James, I'm also ten years your senior." House said mortified.

Wilson looked at his best friend with compassion, how on earth could he forget all that House has been through.

"I just thought... You know, you making that distasteful joke and I... I apologize profusely. I didn't think and acted on my feelings."

House turned away and answered, though Wilson could see a muscle jump in Greg's cheek from surpressed shame.

"I was trying to cover up my... Embarresment. My lack of prowess.." he continued with an even more broken and hoarse voice "I understand if you don't want to... do this anymore. I know I'm.."

"House! No! Stop, I'm not going to stop seeing you.." Wilson started.

The tall doctor silenced him with a wave of his hand, looking secretively around to see if someone overheard them. When the coast was clear he continued.

"Let me say what I have to say and then you can interrupt. Okay?"

James nodded.

"I have only had one serious relationship and I fucked it up. I had a couple of whores and they weren't bad but they lacked an emotional connectio." House shuddered as if uttering these clichés made his heartfelt confession even more painful. They probably did.

"I had two onenightstands and I know from all of them that I'm not... You should know what you get yourself into.. I have a bum leg that interrupts at the most inopportune times. I'm all legs and arms and bones. I'm old, I even have some grey pubes, my stamina isn't what it should be. I'm not a person with a body to cuddle and to hold. I have problems with feeling sensations and maintaining you now.. James. I cannot promise you spectacular sex. But I can promise you this. My body may not show it sufficiently, however every time you touch me or kiss me. I'm overwhelmed with surprise and.."

House fell silent.

"And what House?"

"And.. A deep abiding affection."

"A deep abiding affection?" Wilson asked bemused trying to break the ice.

"An inexplicable fondness?" House snarled.

"Fondness?" the oncologists cracked a smile. "How about you really try and say what you feel?"

Greg scowled. "You know how I feel."

"Perhaps I need to doublecheck. You know, for certainty. You know me and my penchant for overly controlling tendencies."

"How about this?" the taller man stepped up close to Wilson and continued "Every time you say or do something I keep turning that thing over and over in my head. Searching for any meaning it could've had because I'm so fucking afraid of losing you. Of fucking it up. I cannot eat or sleep because I'm so damn insecure of losing the person I longed for for so long. And when I finally have you where I want you... It makes me scared. I'm frightened to death. Because I love you body and soul and some day you will realise what a total loser I am and you will leave me and my bastardness all alone. And I will die. Miserable and alone, friendless, loveless and hating myself because I ruined the one good thing, the one chance I've been given and I'm waiting for the shoe to drop and for you to come to your senses. You can do so much better than me."

Wilson couldn't get a word out. His insides were turning with emotional turmoil. Who knew House could say things like these. Could make himself this vulnerable. It made James even more sure about his decision.

"Well, if you're so scared of losing me. Why don't you just marry me?"

House almost lost his footing and snarled back "I'm not one of your trophy wives!"

"What? It's completely natural! We're together. We've been like this for decades. Why not marry you?"

"It's just not how it's supposed to be."

"Then how should our relationship progress?"

"We see each other like we always do. And we could have sex sometimes." House proposed.

"So just friends with benefits? Is that it?"

"No!"

"Then why not? Don't you want the world to know that we're together? Don't you just want to scream it off the rooftops."

"Now you're just being plain ridiculous."

"What's so ridiculous about being in love and telling our friends and collegues. Move in together. Go on dates. Have sex as much as we can for as long as we can."

"You're romanticizing everything."

"No, I'm not. Actually, now I'm thinking about it. Why doesn't anyone know we're together? I told Daniela and Jasper has an inkling. I'm sure of it."

"Oh well, why not?" House sarcastically commented "Let's do as you say and scream it off the roofs and when everybody knows let's dump my ass so everyone can pity me and admit that it's sad but it's better because Dr. Wilson deserves better than an old grumpy old bastard like me."

"You're scared of telling people because of something that will never happen?" James asked disbelievingly.

"It's just that... I was waiting for you to do or say something. But you never acted differently in front of others so I assumed..."

"What? What did you assume now, House?"

"That you wanted to keep it secret. Until your homo phase has passed or because you're ashamed of me."

Wilson's mouth fell open.

"Really!? That's just too bad then!" he screamed for the whole hospital to hear. And grabbed House by the ears, pulled his face down to his and plundered his mouth with his tongue.

House submitted almost immediately after the initial surprise wore off and when they came up for air, he smiled.

"What?"

"I knew guilttripping would set you off to publicly acknowledge us."

"What!? You! Seriously!?" Wilson spluttered.

"I meant everything I said, but I would've never been so vulnerable if it didn't get me where we are now." Greg grinned.

"You manipulative bastard!" Wilson shouted angrily.

"Now shut up and kiss me again." House smiled.

"You're unbelievable." Wilson and then he did just that.

The nurses weren't even that surprised to see the two, very male, doctors kissing in front of the sliding doors. Not taking notice about anyone except themselves.

Evelyn sighed and thought what a striking couple they made.