A/N: I'm going to rate this chapter 'M' for subject matter and language. If discussions of sex offend you, please don't read any further.

Chapter 3

House picked up the remote from the coffee table and clicked off the television. "Why are you pouting?"

"I'm not pouting."

"You are. Now tell me why."

Wilson crossed his arms in front of his chest. "If you must know, I'm still hurt from getting the brush off last night." He stared at his friend waiting for a response.

The older man sighed loudly. "We went over this. I was concerned about you."

"So you said." He scratched his head. "I think your exact words were, 'a concussion is not conducive to having sex.'"

"Sounds familiar."

Wilson uncrossed his arms and leaned back on the couch spreading his arms across the back. "I know how you can make it up to me."

"I didn't realize I had to." Wilson stared blankly at him. "Okay, how?"

"I think you should come over here so we can make out."

House grinned, totally caught off guard by his friend's suggestion. "You want me to go over there so we can neck?"

"I didn't say 'neck', I said, 'make out'."

The older man furrowed his brow. "There's a difference?"

"Different rules."

"There are rules?"

"Yep." Wilson tilted his head. "You didn't know that?"

"Nope."

He shook his head. "I have to teach you everything."

"Apparently so," House said, rubbing his chin. He raised his eyebrows into a question.

Wilson began to explain. "Necking means you can do anything above the neck."

"Well, that narrows the field down considerably."

"Pretty much."

"And making out?"

"Anything above the waist."

House leaned his elbow on the armrest of his chair, resting his chin in his hand as he contemplated the information. "That does make it more interesting, but still excludes some very integral parts of the process."

"Could be fun though."

"What's next?"

He scrunched up his face in thought. "I guess dry fucking comes next."

House raised an eyebrow. "Now that's a concept I'm familiar with."

"Yeah, but you can get into a lot of trouble with that if you're not careful."

"How so?"

He continued his explanation. "It's the dry aspect….can be a problem."

"In what way?"

"There can be times when it's really difficult to keep it….uh…dry."

"Aah….right. So by definition, it's no longer dry fucking."

James smiled at his student's quick grasp of the subject matter. "Exactly."

Both men sat silently mulling over what they had just discussed, House finally speaking. "So, you want me to come over there so we can make out."

"Could be fun."

"You said that already."

"I really like making out."

House grinned as he leaned forward in his chair getting ready to stand, but changed his mind and sat back down. "Can I count on you to stick to the rules?"

"I'm nothing if not a gentleman." Wilson patted the cushion next to him. "Now get over here."

House sighed. "The things I have to do for you."

He placed his palms on the armrests of his chair giving him leverage to stand. Wilson watched as he limped towards him without benefit of his cane. As soon as he was seated, the younger man swung his leg over his lap and sat on his thighs facing him, being careful not to place his weight on his right leg.

"Hold it! I thought there were rules."

Wilson held up his hands. "I didn't even touch you yet."

"Right. And if my leg begins to twitch for some unknown reason, you wouldn't feel it below the waist." He shook his left leg for illustration.

"Oops…forgot about that." Pushing up to his knees Wilson rested his hands against the back of the couch on either side of his friend's head. House laid his head back and the two of them stared into each other's eyes for several moments.

"I guess I wasn't thinking," Wilson finally said, his voice low.

"Not thinking can be a problem."

The younger man leaned over and lightly touched his lips to House's, running his tongue along his mouth and slipping it inside as he parted his lips. The kiss grew more intense as their tongues met, sliding across teeth, tickling their gums. House held him by his waist as the two men practically devoured each other, the sound of soft moaning blended with labored breathing resonating in the otherwise quiet room.

Realizing he was slowly sinking down towards his friend's lap….a clear violation of 'the rules'….Wilson pulled back, opening his eyes and staring down at the other man. The expression he saw on his friend's face almost caused him to lose his bearings altogether. He had never seen House this vulnerable before, his eyes closed, lips slightly parted, his mouth swollen and damp from the kiss. Slowly opening his eyes, House smiled at him as he hovered above him.

Without speaking House maneuvered his friend over his lap and onto the couch, scarcely having enough time to remove his hands from his waist when Wilson hungrily attacked his mouth again, grasping his t-shirt and pulling him closer. House readily complied, totally caught up in the raw emotion and physical pleasures of kissing his best friend.

tbc