Wilson looked at his watch with a grimace at the idea of being late getting home on Greg's first day home, but this needed to be taken care of. He opened the trunk, grabbing the case out and walked in the door. The custom paint jobs on the body's were works of art with glass finishes that refused to let him simply look away.

"Can, I help you?" asked a young man with a smile, obviously pleased at Wilson's reaction to the paint jobs.

Wilson blinked a couple of times before tearing his eyes away from the artistry and to the young man with tattoos on his arms. "Oh, sorry, I was just admiring the work," he said with a warm smile.

"Hey, if you can think it I can do it, names Pencil," Pencil said with a friendly smile.

"Well I'm not really here for...," Wilson stopped in the middle of his sentence to glance back at the custom painted guitars and back to Pencil. He never got to surprise Greg, especially with something that he would actually like but a awesome paint job might be a really good gift. "How expensive is something like that?" he asked curious.

Pencil looked over at the guitars, "Well that depends on a lot of things, the guitar you want it on, what colors you want and design but on average most of those cost about twelve to fifteen hundred."

Wilson smiled as he could already imagine himself winning in the competition for best gift given on their first anniversary. "I'll keep that in mind, my name is James. I actually came in to get a guitar fixed."

Pencil walked behind the counter and put a towel on top of it. "Well, let me see what you're needing," he said guesturing to the spot on the counter.

Wilson swallowed as he put the case on the towel and opened it. It was still hard for him to look at the shattered guitar.

Pencil gave the man a skeptical look, "Look, we have a wide range of guitars to buy, but you don't want to get this one fixed and if you do we aren't the team for it," he said being straight with the man.

Wilson shook his head, "No, you don't understand," he said looking down at what was left of the guitar, "this is special. I'll pay whatever it costs!"

Pencil shook his head chewing on his bottom lip, "Man, I'll ask Bridge but I'm telling you don't get up your hopes. He doesn't put in good work on crap guitars," he warned and turned toward the back door, "I'll be right back."

Wilson looked back at the guitar. He wasn't really surprised to find out that it was a crappy guitar, he'd suspected as much the first time he'd seen it and considering Greg had purchased it when he was 9 it made sense.

Bridge stood at 6ft 3in and had to weigh at least 350 with white hair cropped in a military cut and a goatee. He was sick of this new generation of kids who didn't have the balls to tell someone no. He walked into the store and over to the case to glare at the a man that looked like the grown up version of Ferris Bueller, then looked down at the remains of the guitar. His breath caught as he saw the old decal sticker and he realized who's guitar he had in front of him. He looked back at the man who'd brought it in and narrowed his eyes, "Where did you get this?" he asked closing the case and leaving a hand on top of it.

Wilson could sense that something was wrong, "It belongs to a friend of mine."

"And what is this friend of yours name?" Bridge asked staring a whole through him.

Wilson suddenly had an idea of what was going on, "Look, I know my friend can be an ass but this isn't for House, I mean it is, but it isn't. I broke his guitar so I'm trying to get it fixed. Please," he pleaded.

Bridges almost smiled but didn't, "What's your name?"

"James Wilson," Wilson said giving his best smile.

"You're Jimmy," Bridges said with a smirk, "he's right you do look like a choir boy." He looked back down at the guitar, "That man saved my wife's life," he said with admiration as he watched James. "Yeah, I'll do it for him. So, how's old House of Blues been lately?" he asked as he picked up the case but stopped as he notice the look on James's face.

"He... he's actually really sick," Wilson said looking down.

Bridges swallowed, "Well if there is anyone who can take it, it's him. The guys smart and strong, I'm sure he'll be fine," he said in a rich deep voice.

Wilson smiled though his eyes were already damp again, "That he is. Thanks a lot, Bridges," he said leaving his card on the counter, "just let me know when it's ready to be picked up," he said and left.

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House looked down at his phone to see James's text that he was on the way home. He felt anxiety build in his stomach, tonight had to go well. James needed the physical intimacy in their relationship that sex achieved and he NEEDED James. He opened his backpack and took out the viagra and ketimine and his heart sank some. It wasn't the way he wanted it to be. He wanted it to be natural and easy. He wanted to feel every part of it without fear of losing it and pushing James away but the times they had been intimate in the past showed him that what he wanted and what would happen weren't the same. The time he'd gone into a panic attack had been bad but the worst had been when James felt those scars inside him. His body shivered as he remembered how heartbroken and dejected he'd felt when James had left the room. He couldn't handle that again. He rolled into the bedroom and took the viagra then the shot of ketimine. He took out the candles he had in case he lost electricity and lit them around the room and turned off the light. The warm light from the small flames made the room feel warm and inviting. He stood up on shaky legs and managed to get on the bed where he removed his clothes and threw them into a dark corner. He was surprised at how much better his body looked bathed in the glow from the candles. He didn't look as pale and you couldn't really see the scars and hope filled him that maybe tonight would be different, maybe it would be a night without heart ache and instead filled with passion. He put a couple of drops of lube on his fingers an rubbed his opening while slowly stoking his cock. He closed his eyes as he imagined it was James hand at his opening and slid a finger in as the ketimine started helping his body to relax. "Oh," he groaned as he began to get aroused and worked on stretching himself. By the time he inserted the new prostate massager he was feeling pretty good and put on the robe. The room felt a little hot but in a comfortable way and he turned the massager on low. He noticed the wheelchair still sitting by the bed and pushed it away but it hit the table and a candle fell off into the trash can and lit the trash in it on fire. "Shit," he said as he realized that without the wheelchair he couldn't get to it.

"Honey, I'm home," Wilson sang as he walked in and was a little surprised not to see Greg in the living room. The fire alarm went off from the bedroom and he raced in to see a fire in the trash can, "What the hell?!" he said and ran to the bathroom. He turned the light on as he came back in and poured a bin of water on it. He looked around to find Greg on the bed in a robe which was odd and quirked an eyebrow at him, "What happened?" he asked to see Greg flush some.

"I'm was being an idiot," House said with embarrassment ducking his head some.

Wilson's brow furrowed as he looked around and realization hit him as his heart warmed. Candles were all around the room, Greg was wearing a nice robe and on the bed. "Or romantic," he said looking back at Greg with a sweet smile.

"I'm pretty sure 'idiot' is a synonym for 'romantic'," House said still feeling a little foolish but the smile on James's face made him feel better.

Wilson chuckled as he walked up to the bed, "So, do I get a kiss from my princess?" he asked waging his eye brows.

House grimaced at the word but smiled at the same time. "I'm no one's princess," he said narrowing his eyes a little.

"But I saved you from the fire," Wilson said looking Greg over and becoming more curious to if there was anything on under that silk robe, "I think I deserve something from my sweet," he cooed.

House laughed, "I'm a bitter pill my friend," he said with a sneer.

Wilson leaned in but Greg turn his face and Wilson licked his cheek, "Mmmm, sweet as can be... and clean," he said raising an eyebrow.

"Cuddy helped me in and out of the tub," House said making sure to defuse any lectures about safety. He could still feel the prostate massager pulsing in him and keeping him aroused. "I only kiss in the dark, can't let anyone know how sweet I really am, then they'd all want a taste," he said with a shy smile.

Wilson grinned turning off the light to see the room and Greg coated in a warm golden glow. He felt his heart lift to see Greg's pale skin transform into a more healthy color. He quickly toed off his shoes and walked over, "I feel over dressed for this party," he said taking off his tie then kissing Greg tenderly. He was caught off guard by the need in Greg's kiss and deepened it.

"You're always over dressed to me," House said before kissing him again and undoing the buttons to his shirt. When he was done he let his right hand explore the warm smooth flesh beneath the shirt as he pulled the shirt off with the left hand. He swallowed as he looked at James's torso, "How does it feel?" he ask softly as his hand stopped on James's side.

"How does what feel?" Wilson asked looking down at Greg's unreadable eyes.

"How does if feel to be beautiful?" House asked placing a tender kiss on James's chest before looking up at him.

Wilson felt his eyes moisten as he looked at the most beautiful person he'd ever known, but knew there was no way of convincing the man before him of his beauty. "No where near as good as it feels to be touched or kissed by you," he said with emotion as he caressed the mans face and then kissed him.

House hardened more at the love and need behind the kiss as his hands make progress on James's pants. James took off the belt that House had undone for him as he worked on unzipping the pants and threw into the dark room, the sound of the buckle hitting the floor only adding to the intensity of the room. House pulled the pants down, intentionally leaving the underwear on and started licking and sucking at James's cock through it.

"Holy shit," Wilson groaned looking up at the ceiling as he felt Greg's hot mouth gently chew up and down his hard covered dick. He bit his lip as soft moans still escaped him and finally got control over himself enough to look down without loosing it. He looked down to see Greg stretched out on the bed with the robe covering everything but the man's chest and calves. He let his fingertips touch the hem and open it more to see Greg's huge semi-hard dick. "Oohhh," he moaned as he felt his underwear being slowly pulled down while Greg's tongue licked the newly exposed skin in a slow and torturous cycle. Wilson's fingers trembled with desire along the hot skin of Greg's cock and Greg hummed on the tip of his cock opening his legs so to give Wilson better access. Wilson couldn't help it as his hips trust his dick deeper in Greg's mouth and he stroked Greg. As he watched there was a need in him to grab the back of Greg's head and thrust deep in his mouth until the man gagged but he controlled that dark desire. Instead he let his hand drift over Greg's heavy testicles and past until he felt something plastic that was moving. He lifted an eyebrow as he looked at Greg to see the man's blue eyes on him.

House could feel the effects of the ketimine hitting him as his muscles felt weaker and his body relaxed more than he could ever remember. He let James's dick slide out of his mouth and against his throat after feeling that the man had discovered the toy in his ass. "I need you tonight," he begged opening his legs wider so that James's could see the end of the wide toy in his ass. "Please... James," he pleaded as he moved the toy some turning it off and gasped as he slowly pulled it out of himself.

Wilson swallowed hard at the need in Greg's voice and the gaping of his hole. He felt his hands roughly grab Greg's legs pulling them hard until Greg's ass hit against his body at the edge of the bed. He looked at Greg's wide eyes and took some calming breaths. He wanted to push deep inside the man, taking his ass hard until he cam, but knew Greg needed something different. His hands relaxed their hold and started slowly caressing the inside and backside of Greg's legs. "I want you so bad," he said in a deep voice. "I love you, Greg."

House's heart had stopped a moment when he'd been harshly grabbed and pulled against James's, his muscles tensing as much as they could with the ketemine in his system, but as the touch turned more tender his body melted and James's words hit his soul. His eyes watered, "I love you so much. I need you, James, more than I've ever needed anyone. I need your love... I need all of you," he said as his voice began to break with emotion.

Wilson's eyes watered at the broken words from his broken lover and he put the tip of himself at the mans opening and pushed in. He sucked in air at the pleasurable feeling of Greg's tight sphincter squeezing him and looked down to see Greg looking at him with lidded eyes and his mouth open wide in a perfect 'O' with flushed cheeks. He felt his hands dig deeper into the skin as he was holding the mans legs wide with desire to take him roughly but he forced them to calm as he gently rocked against the second sphincter.

House couldn't see anymore, which was weird because he knew his eyes were open but there was just a dark blur in front of him now. He could feel something deepen in his ass and moaned some as he could feel his hard cock slide against his sweaty stomach. He panted hard, as his head became more dizzy.

"Ohhh FUCK," Wilson said as he'd pushed past the second sphincter to hear Greg's soft moan and his own cock throbbed with need as he thrust in hard a couple of times before stopping himself. He looked at Greg with wide concerned eyes to see the man looking at the ceiling and panting hard. "Are you okay?" he asked as guilt touched him.

House heard something but couldn't understand it. He knew it was probably important but was so tired, "Mmmm," was all he could get out and he felt his body moving again as something hot moved in and out of him. He could hear the slaps of impact if he listened carefully and some grunting from heaven and he seemed to think there was something he should be doing...

Wilson licked his lips as he moved inside Greg again after realizing the man was fine. He took it slow at first but after a couple of minutes he was going hard. He watched as Greg's eyes rolled in the back of his head grinned as he grunted from the wonderful sensation of taking Greg hard. "AAAHHhhhh," he yelled looking up as he felt his testicles tighten and soon he was cumming deep in Greg. It took him a minute to recover, "How do you want me to finish you off my love?" he said breathing hard as he looked at Greg to notice something wasn't right. "Greg?" he said with confusion as he let go of the mans legs to see them fall as like jello. Panic filled him and he looked at the mans chest to see he was breathing and then picked up the mans arm and dropped it above his face. The arm hit him in his face and laid there. The site hit him as harshly as a bucket of cold water would have and he quickly pulled out of Greg's unconscious body. Greg's legs stayed open wide as white fluid leaked from his small puckered hole and it made Wilson feel sick. How long had Greg been out? He closed the legs and turned Greg to lay him out on the bed when he saw Greg's throat move slightly. "Greg?" he said to hear a lurch and see vomit fill Greg's mouth. He quickly pulled Greg to his side to keep him from asphyxiation and felt vomit coating his stomach and privates. His hands shook at the horror of this. How had this happen? What the fuck was going on?! After Greg stopped vomiting he watched to make sure he was still breathing and when he saw he was he quickly went to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and jumped it. It was freezing and yet the cold didn't touch the cold pain in his chest as tears fell out during sobs. Had he done this, had he been too rough and Greg passed out as a way of dealing with it? He walked out of the shower not bothering to turn it off and dried off his chest and dropped the towel as he dropped to his knees in front of the toilet and vomited as he cried. He took deep breaths as his hands shook when something caught his eye... a syringe. He shook his head, "No, no, no," he mumbled to himself as he picked it up. He didn't want to read it but he forced himself to and he felt anger fill him as he did. "YOU DID THIS TO YOUR SELF!" he screamed looking at the door to the bedroom and stood up. He looked on the counter to see a bottle of pill and read it to figure out it was viagra. He laughed a manic and disturbed laugh as he walked into the bedroom turning on the light so see Greg's lifeless body with a hard-on. "YOU FUCKED UP SON OF A BITCH," he yelled looking at him through tear filled eyes as he walked closer, smelling the foul vomit. "You're the stupidest person I know. You hear me? YOU'RE A FUCKING IDIOT!" he yelled as more tears fell. "You could have died," he said looking down at him and then grabbed him by the shoulder shaking him hard, "YOU COULD HAVE DIED!" he yelled as he let go falling on his knees, "with me.. inside you," he sobbed through tears.

After the yelling and crying with anger finally ran it's course he cleaned. It needed to be done and he found some peace in moving and doing something. He washed Greg's face up and moved him to the wheelchair. Then he stared taking off the sheets when he noticed the spot of cum and closed his eyes ripping the covers off and throwing them in the washer. He wished this night had never happened. He scrubbed the floor clean, made the bed with fresh sheets and laid Greg back on top of them, pulling cover over his cold clammy body. The thought crossed his mind that he should probably wipe the cum from Greg's body but he couldn't force himself to look or touch him there when he was like this. He knew he should probably get in the bed with Greg and warm up his body with his, but he couldn't get past his anger enough to hold the man in his arms, instead he pulled the wheelchair over and sat in it, holding Greg's hand.

House's eyes fluttered open and closed against the bright light. He swallowed and could taste bile in his mouth and slowly opened his eyes again. He blinked as they adjusted to the light and he saw James watching him. His eyes saddened as he could see that his eyes were bloodshot from previous tears and his skin around his eyes red from wiping tears. He reached to touch James's face but the man pulled back from his hand and he stopped as his chin shook. "I'm sorry," he croaked in a rough voice.

Wilson shook his head as the words broke his heart and angered him at the same time, but he didn't yell or cry, instead he just swallowed the knot in his throat and nodded.

The lack of punishment only made House feel worse. He looked down to see the sheets were new and figured out that combined with the horrible taste in his mouth he'd probably puked. "How.. how bad was I?" he asked with a raw throat.

"Here," Wilson said handing over a bottle of water. "I don't want to talk about. It doesn't matter," he said firmly.

House drank half the bottle of water while he watched James. "You always want to talk about things," he said still feeling a bit weak and out of it from the ketimine.

"Because I thought talking helped, that it changed things but it doesn't work that way with you, so there's no point in doing it," Wilson said logically with a sigh as he tried to relax some.

"I've been trying to tell you that for years," House said playfully but he could tell by James's lack of response and hard swallow that he wasn't in the mood. "I guess the chemo really took it out of me tonight because I..."

"Shut up," Wilson said with disgust, "I found the ketimine and the viagra so you don't have to pretend," he said narrowing his eyes.

House licked his lips, "I just want us to be able to have sex like a normal couple. I thought that if I..."

"I don't want to talk about it. What the hell about that is so hard to understand?!" Wilson said cutting him off again.

"James, we talk about things because it helps you. Talk to me about this, tell me what happened," House pleaded.

Wilson shook his head, "No, I'm not allowed to have feelings in this relationship."

"What are you," House tried to sit up but his arm buckled under his weight showing him the ketimine wasn't all out of him, "talking about?" he asked looking slightly concerned about not being able to hold his weight.

"Leave it alone, House," Wilson ground out in frustration while running his hand threw his hair.

House flinched at his name, it was like an emotional slap. "I guess that answers the question if you're mad at me," he said softly looking down. "James, I never meant to make you feel like you couldn't express yourself. I don't know what I could have done to make you feel that way but I never meant it like that," he said laying on the bed and watching his lover with concern.

Wilson chuckled, "Don't know what you could have done... never meant it," he repeated to himself as his smile turned into a disgusted look. He shook his head as emotion filled him, "You hurt yourself," he said looking to Greg with moist eyes. "Every fucking time I get mad at you or we have an argument and you 'think' I'm mad at you, you do something stupid and hurt yourself," Wilson stood up. "Like starving yourself, or refusing to take your pain meds, or not telling me you need more pain meds, or taking too many meds, or... evidently taking a date rape drug on the night you plan to have sex with me," he said as some tears fell. "So I've learned, I can't get mad at you, can't get frustrated unless I'm willing to suffer the worst punishment... watching you hurt yourself."

House blinked at him in confusion, "I don't understand... I punish myself because I deserve to..."

"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU NOT GET IT!" Wilson yelling causing Greg to pull back at him with wide eyes. "How would you feel if you found me writhing in pain because I refused to take my meds because you'd gotten irritated with me? How would you feel if you," Wilson pulled the cover off of Greg and pulled his legs apart, "saw those marks all over my fucking legs?!" He said pointing to the cutting marks Greg had done to himself. He saw Greg breathing become more panicked as he hung his head in shame and let the mans leg go to see him curl up. "How would you feel if the man you loved almost died in your arms while you were making love to him?" he sobbed looking away and wiping his eyes.

House swallowed hard as he couldn't imagine how bad it would be to see James hurting himself the way he did. "But I deserve it," he said softly as he tried to sit up again and managed with both arms. He looked at the back of James, "I don't see why you worry about me. I'm not worth caring about."

"I care because I love you, moron! If anyone else hurt you like that I'd kill them, but it's you who's doing it to yourself. What the hell am I suppose to do with that? Do you really think I can see you in pain without it hurting me too? That I can see you almost die and feel nothing!" Wilson yelled in frustration to see Greg looked away from him with hurt evident and swallow as a thought crossed Wilson's mind that he wished hadn't. Had anyone ever loved Greg like that? Obviously no one had ever stopped the abuse Greg had endured and he couldn't remember anyone, besides himself, ever making a fuse over his self destructive behavior. "You mean the world to me, Greg. I love you because you're worth loving," he said in a more tender tone.

House tried to keep his emotions under control but his vision blurred some, "It hurts you to see me hurting," he said in a thoughtful whisper to himself, "it never crossed my mind that someone could feel that way about me, except maybe Stacy," he said, his voice heavy with emotion looking at a wall as his brain tried to process it. "You're mad at me, you should go take a break from this," he said with a frown.

Wilson stared at Greg, the man really hadn't even thought it was possible for someone to love him and that fact was heartbreaking. He could see Greg's mind racing as the man's face twitched with micro-expressions at the possibility. Wilson wanted to leave to get a break from the night but he couldn't not knowing that Greg might hurt himself even more, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to give you the opportunity to hurt yourself anymore."

Embarrassment flooded over House as he glanced at James, "I'm not some emo high school girl you have to watch. I'm fine, I won't do anything."

"Actually, emotionally you are," Wilson said to see Greg glare at him. "You get caught up in your emotions and make decision that you haven't even thought out. You either don't give a shit what you put other people through or you haven't put in the effort to think past yourself," he said to see House roll his eyes and start to open his mouth. "Don't believe me? Let's take tonight for example. Let's look over the deep emotional damage I suffered from you almost asphyxiating while I was still inside you and that if you'd died, which was very possible, that I don't think I could have survived losing you and lets consider what would have happened if you had died. What do you think would have happened to me when your body was examined and they found a date rape drug in your system along with my DNA?" He asked to see realization hit Greg.

"I'm such an idiot," House said with frustration as he looked at James and hated what he'd put the man through. "You have to hate me right now. You should go, get some space I know you need it and I'll promise to be good."

Wilson thought about it, "I don't want to leave but I can't stand to look at you right now. Does that make any sense?" he asked afraid he was losing his mind.

"I have that effect on people," House said playfully and moved to the edge of the bed and slipped into the wheelchair quickly wrapping a blanket around him to keep his body from showing as he felt the sting of rejection once again, even though he knew he deserved it. "I'll take the couch," he said refusing to look at James..

Wilson stopped him, "No, I'll take the couch. I don't really want to sleep in that bed after what happened tonight anyway and your leg can't take the couch," he said firmly. "But you could brush your teeth," he said with a slight smile. Greg nodded and rolled into the bathroom, grabbing a pair of pajamas on the way. When he came back out he was dressed with a freshly washed face and brushed teeth. Wilson reached over to help Greg up but he pulled back from his helping hand.

"You don't have..." House mumbled looking down when James's hand wrapped around him and pulled him to the bed in a firm but caring grip while James kissed him softly on the lips.

"I love and hate you right now," Wilson said looking in his surprised blue eyes.

House licked his lips, "After all I put you through, you kiss me?" he asked.

Wilson swallowed giving a sad smile, "I'm more glad you're alive then pissed at what you did. Goodnight, Greg," he said and walked to the door stopping. "You sure you're alright, because if it's between me taking longer to calm down and you hurting yourself, then I'd rather be here with you."

"I promise," House said sincerely and watched as James turned off the light and left.

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House grimace as he heard another muffled moan drift from down the hall. He wasn't getting much rest tonight any, so he might as well see if he could help James some. He's arms shook as he pushed himself to a sitting position at the edge of the bed. He took some deep breaths as some sweat from his forehead ran down his nose. The pain was so intense he didn't even try to keep it from his face as he fell into the wheelchair at a hard angle. He hissed threw his teeth as he tried to get in control of it and after a couple of minutes he rolled down the hall to his couch. The covers jerked some and another whimper came from the person under it. House pulled the covers back some to see distress on James features and rubbed his thumb against the mans cheekbone, "James, it's okay," he said tenderly.

Wilson jerked awake to find himself on Greg's couch taking panting breath and looked around to see the dark shape of a wheelchair with a skele... he jerked back and then it occurred to him that it had to be House. "What the fuck, House! Are you trying to scare the shit out of me," he yelled trying to get control of himself.

House felt a pang when he saw James pull away from him and realized that man was right. He probably looked like something out of a horror movie. "You were having a bad dream."

"Yeah, I did, maybe you can interpret it for me. Let's see, we were having lunch in the cafeteria when there was this gun shot and I saw you were bleeding and starring at me with huge eyes. So I look down and see I'm holding a gun and I too am bleeding from the same place you are," he said glaring at House.

House didn't know what to say and the pain wasn't helping. "Sorry I suck as a boyfriend, but I did warn you."

Wilson scoffed and was about to go into another rant when something suddenly hit him. "Did I scream loud or something?" he asked wondering why Greg was up in the first place.

"No, but there were some moans," House answered.

Wilson sat up looking in Greg's direction and turned on the lamp beside him. The room lit up and he saw the sweat running down Greg as if he was in a sauna and his face etched in pain. "You're in pain," he accused as he stood up.

House looked at him with confusion for a second, "All the medicines are in the bathroom and I was in the bed, didn't want to take a chance falling and causing something worse."

"But you got out of the bed to check on me," Wilson said with irritation to see Greg starring back at him with serious eyes and he swallowed as he considered if anyone he'd ever been with before would have gotten out of the bed when in so much pain just to keep him from having bad dreams. He suddenly felt like an ass. He sighed as he sat down and really looked at Greg. He reached over to touch his hand and found it was freezing and clammy and he gritted his teeth to keep from crying as he kissed it. "You're going to take your medicine and then we're going to go to sleep in your bed," he said standing up and looking down at the man.

"I need to go to the restroom," House said as he looked down.

Wilson felt like an idiot. What the hell had he been thinking sleeping in the living room when Greg was in this shape? Sure, he wasn't hooked up to a ton of machines and there was no chemo going in his arm but that hadn't meant Greg was back to normal. "I'm sure we can fit that in," he said trying to sound casual as he rolled Greg into the restroom.

Wilson grew concerned when Greg rolled himself into a ball on his side of the bed and remained silent like he'd been ever since they'd enter the bathroom. He quickly grabbed some extra blankets covered Greg with them and got in bed beside him. He wrapped his arms around the cold wire framed man and could feel the muscles tighten in unease. "What's wrong?" Wilson asked looking at the back of the mans head.

House starred into the darkness and swallowed. He wasn't sure how long it had been since James had asked the question before he could answer. "Don't be so rough next time," he whispered gruffly as his chin shook as he could still feel his ass hurting and remember the blood on the toilet paper, "please," he added closing his eyes.

Wilson had been drifting to sleep when the words had woken him. The shame of knowing he'd hurt Greg in such an intimate way after all he'd been through felt like a knife through the heart. He propped himself up on one elbow and turned the slender man to face him, "I hurt you?" he asked but in his heart he knew that he had to have.

House's eyes met his, "I've had blood and cum in my ass before, it's nothing special and it was my fault, I shouldn't have taken the drugs. I deserv.."

Wilson covered Greg's mouth with his hand as tears fell from his eyes. He looked in those big vulnerable eyes below him, "No, you didn't. Promise me you'll never say that again," he pleaded as his tears dropped on his hand and the man below it.

House nodded and James's hand slipped off his mouth, "I want you to know I only agreed because I didn't want to slowly drown in a river of your tears," he said with the same sarcastically funny tone he always had but his eyes were full of concern.

Wilson smiled at him with damp eyes, "You don't get to make me smile and cry at the same time," he said looking at Greg with love.

"Then I pick the smile, it's not as messy and afterward your head doesn't look like a big red balloon wearing a wig," House said with a smirk as his hands wrapped around James to hold him gently.

Wilson brushed his lips against Greg's in a silent request for permission and was rewarded as cold chapped lips opened. They stayed like that for a long time kissing and holding each other, neither one trying to turn it into more, both content in what it was.