A/N: As promised, fluffy stuff. And I must thank you again for commenting. Means so much. Evila-elf, your reviews make me laugh. Felixgirl, I'd definitely read your slash story. Congratulations on your contact lenses. And sydedalus, I'm honored.
Chapter 12
Wilson picked up the remote and clicked off the television.
"Hey, I was watching that."
"You were sleeping."
"No…I was watching television."
"So what was on?"
"Crap."
The younger man raised an eyebrow. "Okay. I guess you were watching."
House smiled as he pushed down the lever on the side of the chair to adjust it upright. Sitting up, he yawned, quickly swallowing a Vicodin.
"I think you should go home," Wilson said, noting how tired he looked.
"And I think Carmen Electra should do me, but it's not gonna happen."
Wilson smirked, leaning back against his pillow checking out the pattern in the ceiling tile. After several minutes of silence he rolled his head towards House.
"What do you think it would be like?'
"Carmen Electra doing me? Nice."
"No. You and me."
"You and me as in……"
"Having sex."
"What makes you think we haven't already?"
"As messed up as I am, I'm pretty sure I'd remember that."
House smiled in appreciation of his friend's logic.
Wilson eyed the recliner. "That was really nice of Cuddy to order that chair for you."
"Yep. Remind me to give her a big old hug and a French kiss the next time I see her."
"There's room for two on that thing," Wilson said tilting his head one way and then the other as he examined the chair.
House surveyed the chair underneath him. "Just barely."
"That's what's so fun about it. How 'bout I come over there and join you," the oncologist said, his eyes sparkling.
"How 'bout you don't."
"Would you say no if I was Carmen Electra?"
"Nope."
"And why not?"
"Because Carmen Electra doesn't have a concussion."
Wilson rolled his eyes. "Fifteen minutes."
"Five."
"Ten."
"Eight."
"Deal."
Smiling at his victory, Wilson slid out of bed and walked the three steps it took to reach the recliner.
With some difficulty House shifted over to make room for his friend. He looked up to find him still standing, staring towards the door.
"What?"
"What if Mary comes in?"
"Mary?"
"Nurse Jackson."
"There's isn't any room for her." He glanced over towards the bed. "We might be able to squeeze her in on the bed."
Wilson placed his hands on his hips. "We can't let her see us."
"Why? Will her eyes melt right out of their sockets?"
"Because she's the biggest gossip in the hospital."
"Okay, so I'll make something up," House said scratching his head.
"Like what?"
The older doctor thought a moment. "I'll tell her I'm taking your temperature."
"Yeah, like that's going to work."
"Why not? There are many ways to take a person's temperature."
"Won't work, House," he said shaking his head.
House rolled his eyes. "Okay. I'll tell her we're having sex."
"What? Are you kidding?"
"But the thing is, we won't be having sex. I'll be making it up." He furrowed his brow. "Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?"
"I'm confused," Wilson said, scrunching up his face.
"It doesn't matter anyway. Time's up. Back to bed."
"House."
"We had a deal. Eight minutes," the older man said, as he pointed to the large clock on the wall.
Wilson looked up at the clock and noted the time. "It hasn't even been five minutes."
"I gave you a four minute penalty for keeping me waiting."
"Fine." He walked back to the bed and dropped down onto the edge, appearing dejected.
House looked at him and smiled. "I love it when you pout."
"I'm not pouting. How much do you love it?"
House laughed as he retrieved his cane from the side of the chair, placing all his weight onto it as he carefully stood. He limped the three steps it took to get to the bed, slowly sitting down on the edge next to his friend. Leaning over he lightly kissed the other man on the lips.
Wilson grinned.
"What're you so happy about?"
"It worked."
"What worked?"
"My plan to get you into my bed."
House's mouth fell open. "So…this whole thing was a trick just to get me over here?"
"Yep."
"I have a wacky idea. Couldn't you just have asked me?"
"You would've said no," Wilson said, lightly running his hand up and down his friend's arm.
"And you know this because….."
"Because you're a pain in the ass."
He cocked his head. "You're not as confused as I thought."
Smiling, Wilson leaned into the other man kissing him again, this time lingering as he slid his tongue along his mouth, slipping it between his parted lips, forgetting everything else.
tbc
A/N: My nervous tic is acting up again. Happens every time I've been too nice to Wilson (evil laugh)