A/N: Thank you all for your reviews. You've actually inspired me to continue this story. As of now, I believe it will turn slashy but not in this chapter. Sorry this chapter is so short, but I felt it was a good place to end it.

A/N: Thanks for pointing that out, Tarda. I went back to Chapter 1 and removed four instances where I used 'young'. I do have a problem with that. I always have too many 'House' and 'Wilson' references and I guess I went overboard trying to get away from that. And this chapter doesn't seem to be any better.

Chapter 2

"Never expected to see you here tonight," House said as he leaned on the edge of the door.

Wilson shoved his hands into his jacket pocket. "Yeah, surprised us both. Can I come in?"

House stepped back and opened the door wider, allowing his friend to enter. "To what do I owe the pleasure….."

"Pleasure?" The other doctor turned to face House as he removed his jacket.

"Don't get your hopes up, Doc. I was just being nice." House closed the door and limped past Wilson to reclaim his favorite chair facing the television. Resting his cane on the side, he leaned forward to pick up the remote from the coffee table and clicked off the TV. He sat back and eyed Wilson as he dropped down into his usual spot on the couch.

"What was that you were watching?" Wilson asked, squinting as he pointed to the screen.

"Oh, just some show about best friends confiding in each other…nothing you can relate to," House said sarcastically, blankly looking up at his colleague.

The oncologist rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You are obsessive."

"Just one of the many reasons you love me," House quipped as he suggestively toyed with his hair.

"Right. I'll add that to the list along with obnoxious, smug, rude, overbearing, offensive, misanthropic, irritating….

House jumped in. "Genius, handsome, tall, funny, hot… not to mention my big stick." He reached over and picked up his cane holding it up above his head.

"Ah yes, your big stick," Wilson agreed as he looked up at the cane. "And you holding it up like that makes me tremble all over."

House smiled. "Wanna touch it?" He lowered the cane and held it out towards Wilson.

"Not just yet… let's work up to it," Wilson said, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"So, Doc, you keep any other lists I should be aware of? Like…what it is about me that turns you on? Or…my cutest outfit maybe? How about that sweet little number I wore yesterday?" House's eyes sparkled in the dimly lit room. Noting that an answer was obviously not forthcoming, he changed the subject. "How about a beer?"

Wilson crossed one leg over the other as he leaned back on the couch. "So, your plan is to ply me with alcohol."

"You got a problem with that?'

"No. Just checking."

Both men sat quietly watching the other, each silently attempting to ascertain his friend's thoughts. Finally, Wilson spoke. "So…."

"So….?"

"That beer?"

"You know where the kitchen is."

The young doctor shook his head. "If you're trying to seduce me, you're not doing a very good job," he said as he got to his feet.

"Who said anything about seducing you? I was hoping you'd wash my car."

Wilson laughed as he made his way to the kitchen. "You want one too?"

"Sure. I'm not up to my quota for the night anyway." House watched as his friend approached the kitchen, wondering why he was here. He figured he might as well take advantage of it.

Wilson returned with two beers in hand, giving one to House as he sank down into the couch. Both men twisted off the caps and began drinking.

"So, who is it?

The young oncologist swallowed quickly and leaned forward to place his beer onto the coffee table. "You are persistent."

"Make sure you add that to the list." House took another drink of his beer. "So, who is it?"

Wilson rolled his eyes. "You really think I'm going to tell you."

House's face became serious. "Isn't that why you're here?"

"Uh…. no," Wilson replied, somewhat unnerved at his colleague's suddenly sober countenance.

House cocked his head as his expression turned inquisitive. "Well, then why are you here?"

Wilson almost felt as if the other man was interrogating him. He decided it was his own paranoia and attempted to put it out of his mind. "Since when do I need a reason?"

"Since you decided you weren't going to tell me who you're sleeping with." House was smiling, but Wilson couldn't decide if he was serious or not.

He sighed. "Okay, House. If I tell you, can we change the subject?"

"Well, duh, what's a better topic to discuss than sex?" The older doctor lifted his beer to his mouth and finished it off.

Wilson tilted his head. "Oh, I don't know. How about art, literature, the current state of the world….."

"Boring." House placed his empty bottle onto the coffee table with a loud thump. "Come on, Wilson, what's said in this apartment stays in this apartment."

The young doctor cast his eyes towards the floor. After a moment he leaned forward, snatched the bottle off the table and took a long swallow. House watched impatiently as he drummed his fingers against his thigh. "So? Tell me already!"

Placing the bottle back onto the table, Wilson sheepishly raised his hand over his head while keeping his face turned away from House. He closed his eyes, waiting for the verbal assault he was certain would follow.

House's mouth fell open. "Your hand? You're dating your hand?"

Wilson dropped his arm to his side and looked reluctantly towards his friend. "Okay, House, I'm not seeing anyone. Now you know."

"And you couldn't tell me this? Why the big secret?" House asked with an edge to his voice. Before Wilson could respond, the older doctor continued talking. "So I was right."

"Not necessarily. Just because I'm not seeing anyone doesn't mean I'm lonely."

"No, I mean I was right about the other thing," he said. "You know, shaking hands with shorty…. charming the one-eyed python. Or how about …"

"Or how about shutting up?" Wilson asked, sighing. "This is why I didn't want to tell you." He rubbed his eyebrow and looked down towards the floor.

"So, the babe magnet is going through a dry spell; big fucking deal. Jesus, Wilson, welcome to the real world." The young doctor's head snapped in House's direction, his eyes narrowed.

Unhappy with the direction the conversation was going, House wisely stopped talking. However, it didn't take long for him to realize something. Furrowing his brow questioningly, he spoke again. "You held up your right hand. You're a lefty."

Wilson shrugged. "Some things I like to do with my right hand…."

"Oooh, doc, you're turning me on. Ambidextrous are we?"

"I've told you enough already. I think I need another beer." Wilson stood and grabbed House's empty bottle off the table as he hurried towards the kitchen. He hadn't expected to tell his friend the details of his sex life… or lack thereof … but he knew House wouldn't give him a moment's peace until he did. He just hoped he wouldn't end up regretting it….well, more than he did already.

As he reached into the refrigerator, he heard the other man call out to him. "Get me one too… and use your left hand." Wilson sighed. I'm an idiot, he thought to himself.