"Should I stay or should I go?"
Arguments were always a big part of the relationship between Dr. James Wilson and Dr. Gregory House. They just happened every now and again. You couldn't stop them, as many a nurse, intern and Cuddy had learnt. They were just natural for the pair. Of course they'd kiss and make up, usually in front of the whole staff in the canteen if House had anything to do with it.
This time however it was big, not just the usual insult hurling every now and again that usually caused Cuddy and the ducklings to avoid the pair. No this was insults, ignoring each other (even in bed, but no one need know about that) and of course the distinct lack of sex which had House going back to his grumpy old man frame of mind and James to his stressed over worked one.
Sitting on the balcony wall he stared at the male through the glass door. Fiddling with the top of his cane he glanced across the front grounds of the hospital.
Glancing up he noticed the older male, frowning deeply, was he there just to put him off? Most probably. Standing up her threw his pen on to the wooden desk heading for the door, opening and stepping out on to the balcony. "What do you want?" He hissed his arms crossed over his chest almost protectively.
Frowning, the male stood, leaning heavily against the cane, he glared daggers at the other male. How dare he? He had the right to be there. "I was getting some fresh air, is that alright?" He snapped in reply, moving closer to the small wall that separated the two sides. He knew that James was pissed but just to snap at him for no apparent reason? That really was pissed in James' books; he must have had a bad day. "How's Nurse Robinson?" He asked sneering at the male.
Scowling, the taller of the males stepped over the small wall standing inches away from the other male. "I wouldn't know, since I don't know him." He hissed moving his face closer to the males. His partner seemed to been believing the rumours going around the hospital that the legendary Panty Peeler was up to his old tricks again, it was of course bull.
Gripping at the handle to the antique cane supporting him, he glared into those copper eyes that he'd come to adore (once again not that anyone need know that.) Suddenly he reached out shoving the male side ways and against a wall.
Stumbling backwards the male hit the wall with a grunt. Watching the older male move towards him he took the opportunity to grab the male's t-shirt pulling him into a rough kiss, his grip loosening after a while as the other male returned it his hands at the younger doctor's hips.
"It's always tease, tease, tease."