Here is Ch.10 which is basically nothing but fluff I guess…. Very cute though… and don't worry the whole Chase thing will be addressed more fully later. ; )

And I know that it takes longer than a few minutes to start sobering up but Chase did throw up a lot and well yeah…

"Wait, Greg…Wait!" Wilson finally caught up to him as they both reached the living room.

His mind was racing…He said I love you! he knew that House loved him but for him to actually come out and admit it.

"I love you, you know that?" those few words played in his head over and over.

He wanted to say it back, but somehow the living room, a passed out Chase on the couch and Foreman glaring at a passed out Chase on the couch didn't really seem right to him.

"So….what now?" said a wide eyed House looking to both Foreman and Wilson for an answer.

"Greg, can I talk to you for a sec.?" He motioned towards the kitchen.

"Just can't get enough of me" House muttered to a glaring Foreman before following Wilson and noticing, on the way there, how his silk boxers clung to his hips and the way he walked without his shoes.

Turning around Wilson found House with his head slightly bent to the right, mouth partly opened with a glazed look over his beautiful blue eyes.

"House!" he tried to snap him out of it but couldn't help enjoying that face expression, "Will you stop drooling?" Wilson smiled.

"I wasn't drooling" House answered matter-o-factly

"Yeah, ok….you didn't give me a chance to answer" Wilson said making his way towards him, giving him that seductive look that created movement in the older doctors boxers.

"To what?" House raised an eyebrow grabbing Wilson's hips and pulling him closer, so he could feel his rising problem.

"Hmmm…It doesn't take much to get you going" Wilson grabbed and pressed against the older doctor even harder.

"OH…from the looks and feel of it I'd have to say the same thing about you" he smirked, "So what did I not let you answer?"

"Mmm…" Wilson was busy getting his hands under House's shirt and kissing his neck, "I know you love me…and I love you too"

"Good….Mmm…that's good too" House felt Wilson's hands playing with his nipples, he began to make his way backwards and finally bumped into the table, sitting on top of it he began to pull Wilson in, wanting to taste him once more.

"Wait, wait" Wilson stopped him when he began to feel House's hands down his boxer shorts. "Chase…Foreman.. First things first" Wilson stepped back.

"Fine, your loss" House sighed "to bad too cuz there is nothing that could even begin to compare to sex with yours truly on this here kitchen table" he smirked and walked around the younger doctor, "Nothing" he whispered into the younger doctor's ear, before making his way back to the living room.

"Oh come on! The table is still going to be there later…Greg?" Wilson groaned.

"Get out!" House woke Foreman and Chase with a swing of his cane.

"Where the hell am I ?" A groggy Chase squinted and looked around the room, more than slightly confused. He was beginning to sober up.

"House, we cant!" said an angry and sleepy Foreman, " there's no way I am driving like this"

"There's no room! Someone's already sleeping with me in my bed, sorry Chase, and all I have is this couch so unless you guys wanna spoon-"

"Wait" Chase had started piecing the events that had let to him passing out on Houses couch. His face went from confused to horror stricken.

"Oh GOD!" He covered his face with his hands and leaned back on the couch, "House I am SO sorry, I didn't mean any of that. I really didn't …I was drunk and I-"

"Save it for someone who cares!" House looked over at Wilson who had just entered the living room, "Like him" he pointed at Wilson with his cane.

"Wilson, I am so -" Chase began once again but Wilson waved him off. "It's fine you don't have to explain it to me-"

"Oh yes he does" House cut in.

"No…he doesn't. It's fine really" Wilson glared at House but it was obvious he had other things on his mind.

"Look, why don't you guys just sleep in the living room? One of you can take the couch and one can take the couch, unless you can figure out a way for both of you to fit on the couch. I'll go bring some blankets from the closet." And with that he once again left the room.

"Is that ok with you?" Chase looked over at House.

"Huh?…yeah that's fine, just don't try to rape me in my sleep" House was to busy

watching Wilson take out the blankets from the closet and walk back, the younger doctors

eyes fixed on him the entire time.

A sigh escaped Chase as he fell back on the couch.

"You're taking the floor" Foreman growled at him.

"Why should I -"

"Because its your damn fault we're here you idiot!" Foreman pushed him off and sprawled out on the couch.

"Here" Wilson handed Foreman a blanket and a few more to Chase.

"Now….lets just all get some sleep" Wilson said before heading off to the bedroom.

"Thank-you" Foreman said before turning.

"G'night! Try not to let the noises coming from the bedroom keep you up" House said in an overly cheery voice, "and Chase try to keep the wet dreams under control" House gave him a fake pleading look.

"House!!" Wilson called him from the bedroom door, "Get in here!"