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Part 10

The heat of Wilson's body besides him, sitting on the couch made House want to reach over and crash his lips over Wilson's. But to do so would make him vulnerable, it was a sense of pride and self-sufficiency Gregory House held, which in the end made him lose chances on good things in his life. And James Wilson was definitely a good thing, he couldn't help but think as he looked over at the younger man, fondly and unnoticed. Or at least he had thought it was unnoticeable until James turned his head and gave him a slightly confused look as to why he was the subject of such scrutiny, until a sudden smile crossed Wilson's lips.

"House, you're staring."

"Yeah, you're damn right I am."

Then Wilson did something that surprised House, he suddenly moved, turning and got on his knees, swinging one leg over to straddle House. In this position, House tilted his head back to stare up at James and in return James placed his hands on either side of House's shoulders, pinning him to the couch.

"James-" House huskily began before he was cut off by the lips that descended on his. Then he was powerless as he sunk deeper into the couch and felt the press of Wilson's body against him and other parts of him as well, so painfully obvious that he could feel his own erection as well. Next Wilson moved his lips to House's neck and House clutched him tighter, his hips naturally jerking up towards Wilson's.

"Someone is happy to see me," House joked breathlessly.

Wilson looked at him. A boyish look crossing his face as he continued his exploration of kisses from House's neck to his collarbones. When House didn't think he could stand it anymore, he roughly grabbed Wilson's tie and pulled him down for a passionate kiss, tongues dueling in frenzy. He wanted Wilson now, this litany pounded in his head, blood running to his groin painfully and his brain as well.

Soon Wilson was pulling off his shirt hurriedly, as if he couldn't wait a moment longer. House's mind was fuzzy; he was breathless and as nervous as hell, but full of desire for Wilson. So he began to pull off the other man's shirt, but his hands shook so badly, he couldn't quite get the buttons undone himself so he cursed and ripped off the shirt, buttons flying off.

"Greg," Wilson murmured in slight protest at his shirt being ruined, but then didn't seem to mind so much as his hands went to the button of House's jeans and he began to deftly undo them along with the zipper. The pants were tugged off over House's hips, but Wilson was surprised with the hands that stopped him. Looking up confusedly, his brows rose.

"What's wrong?"

"My leg. There's a scar…"

"I don't care about that. Let me take it off, Greg."

Leaning back, his eyes closed, House allowed James to take off his pants. When his eyes opened it was to find brown eyes roving across his body. A smile fitted to Wilson's lips.

"What?" House demanded.

"It's nothing. I just didn't expect your-well your body to look so good."

"I'm hurt," House pouted, but to get James back, he pulled his head to his and their lips touched.

House took over, his tongue demanding entrance into James mouth. Kissing in frenzy, House's hands went to James butt and pushed him harder against him. The friction was making him harder, especially when James's hips ground against his.

"God, Wilson," House groaned. "You tease."

"That's me." James moved away and his hands went to his own belt, his pants fell, now they were both only in boxers.

"Hot," House praised, "Very hot. C'mere."

The younger man was all too happy to oblige. Soon his body covered House's and their hands were running across each other's skin. As House's hands moved across James's back, he felt how soft the skin was, how hot, how toned his muscles were. When Wilson began to kiss and nibble at his neck, his head fell back and his hands went to James's buttocks to pull him closer if possible.

Suddenly as one begins to question what is happening, House did. Through his haze of pleasure, his foggy mind realized he was loosing control. This was one thing he wouldn't allow himself to do. He thought of Stacey, how he had trusted her and she had betrayed him. As much as he wanted Wilson, weren't all people the same? You gave them a bit, let them in and then they betrayed you or took more than you could give?

He wanted this, God how he did. But everything was moving too fast. He was feeling emotions he hadn't felt in years. Love. Eyes widening, he shook his head as Wilson continued to kiss down his chest. No, not love, affection, Gregory House didn't do love. God, where had those thoughts come from? Wilson claimed to love him, but Wilson was mushy like that. Yet he didn't want to lose that love he realized and he didn't want to lose Wilson. But if this continued, then what? No, this was going too quick, he was losing too much control. He needed to take control.

So he said the first thing that came in his mind to stop Wilson: "Is Chase gay?"

Wilson pulled back, his breathing heavy. "I can't believe you just asked that when we're…" He trailed off, a frown between his brows. "Why did you ask that? You're actually thinking about Chase when we're…."

"Having foreplay? Well, yes because the wombat was hitting on me earlier and said he liked my cane."

'You're incredible!" Wilson muttered, moving away. "We're about to have sex and all you want to talk about is Chase. I thought, no hell, forget what I thought. Obviously you don't want this to progress so you got your wish."

Picking up his clothes, Wilson was all ready heading towards the bathroom. With difficulty, House rose to his feet and headed for the bathroom where Wilson was trying to reach control. House could tell he was livid. Feeling briefly guilty for ruining such a moment, he pushed his conscious aside.

"I think the wombat wants me," House voiced. "He's been staring at me lately and even flirted with me the other day! He placed his hand over mine! I'm not joking."

"Of course not, House, you are obsessed!" Wilson said, his voice ground out. He threw up his arms. "Because everyone wants you. You take and take, never giving anything. God, I'm stupid, what did I expect? I wanted to make love with you, but no you had to ruin it. I'm sleeping on the couch tonight."

"No," House cut him off, gruffly. "You're sleeping with me. I… I wanted it too, but I can't, not now, Wilson. Not until it feels right. I can't rush and I need to find out what the wombat's hiding or I'll have no peace. I really don't want to be fucking you while thinking about him."

"You don't want me," Wilson sadly said, his eyes moving away from House's dejectedly. "You would have slept with anyone else by now."

Limping forward, House uncharacteristically reached out and cupped Wilson's cheek. Staring him in the eyes. "You're not anyone else, Wilson. You're more."

"Do you love me, Greg?" Wilson softly questioned.

House's eyes flickered away. "I'm not sure yet, but I know I want you and when you're here… the pain isn't that bad."

"I guess that's enough for now. Okay, I won't sleep on the couch, but you better decide what you want soon... I'll meet you in the room."

Nodding, House headed for the room and lay down on the bed, clad in his boxers. Wilson came in the darkened room five minutes later and slid under the covers. Usually Wilson initiated their cuddling, but this time House did and hesitantly reached out, drawing Wilson to his chest. Breathing in the scent of Wilson's freshly washed hair, House sighed.

"What am I going to do with you?" he muttered. "I'm not sure if I can give you what you want."

"You can," a low voice replied. "Just want you, Greg…"

He snuggled closer to House. House lay awake along time, hearing Wilson's breathing change as he fell asleep. Really if he would have leaned down and kissed Wilson at that moment, Wilson wouldn't have objected and God, he was still turned on when he thought about kissing Wilson, touching him and how they nearly had sex.

Eyes roving across the darkened room, he saw that it was already 3:00 am. Great, another sleepless night. Usually he slept well when Wilson was beside him, but this time he felt confusion well in him and questions. What was wrong with him? He was turning into a girl and couldn't control his emotions. Then it hit him.

Shit he was falling in love with James and this bothered him. Not because he didn't want to love, but didn't think it was possible. It made one weak and vulnerable. Which is why he quietly slipped out of bed and with one last look at James, he left and headed for Chase's house.

TBC