Disclaimer: Well I didn't know David Shore's surname was Charlotte but maybe that's his little name when he goes out at night!...It's alright, David, we're really openminded here!

AN: Sorry guys for the long wait but I'm starting my end-of-yearexams this week so I spend all my free time with my nose in biology or history books...For the same reason, I probably won't be able to add another chapter until june 23, but after that I'll be free all the time and I'll update really often, I swear!...So this chapter...well, it's the longest so far and it's rated M so you're really really prude and innocent, don't read it! Or you could still read it, cause it,s not hard M, just light...some crude words from the author, some dirty thoughts, some teasing...nothing too serious (unfortunately lol)!...So enjoy and please review! I love you, guys!

P.S. The story takes place somewhere after the "Need to Know" episode...so Stacy is not there anymore but Wilson is still married...just so you don't get all confused...

Chapter 3

" Wanna eat something ?" Wilson asked as they walked in the cafeteria.

The last hour or so had been spent making a mess of Cuddy's office and looking for personal and embarrassing stuff. By that point, both men were a bit tipsy and the bottle not so full anymore. Finding nothing more interesting than a receipt for a dog collar (while they both knew she had no dog), they had settled for a walk in the empty corridors and ended up in the cafeteria.

"If you are cooking." House replied.

Wilson rolled his eyes and laughed. "Of course! Why don't you break some chairs and start a fire while I hunt the beast."

"And with a bit of luck, the dying best will manage to destroy that horrendous tie you're wearing. Honestly, what colour is that supposed to be?"

Wilson rolled his eyes and undid the offending garment. With a move worthy of a professional stripper, he took off his tie and threw it away, leaving his collar undone and exposing a few inches of pale, creamy white skin. Wilson smiled innocently at House's poorly concealed bewildered look. "Happy now?"

House turned away and walked behind the counter and started going through the refrigerator to find something edible. "Yeah, the sight of your scrawny hairless chest just gave a purpose to my whole life. Is there something here that has not been bought for obese on diet?"

Wilson joined him behind the counter and looked at the food he was holding. A lettuce only salad and a fat-free, sugar-free taste-free yogurt.

"Well, at least, your spare tyre won't get any bigger tonight." Wilson chuckled.

House just threw him a dirty look and glanced again with a disgusted look at the what-was-supposed-to-be-called-food-but-tasted-more-like-paper in his hands. "I'm not even hungry."

"Well, I am. We can't all live on alcohol and highly addictive medicine, you know. Some of us have to ingest nutrients from time to time to function. Give me that." Wilson took the food from House's hands and went to sit at a table nearby.

Their midnight lunch was a silent affair; Wilson eagerly gobbling up the few lettuce leaves that composed his salad and House outright staring at him.

"What?" Wilson asked after a few minutes of that game.

"Don't mind me. I just find primates' eating habits so fascinating!" he said, totally serious. "Almost as much as their mating habits." House mock-wicked at his friend.

Wilson just rolled his eyes and opened his yogurt. House was about to bring to his attention that he had no spoon to eat when he saw Wilson dip his index in the yogurt and then bring the white substance covered finger to his mouth to lick it clean. House's mouth went completely dry as he watched his friend's passion for his yogurt. If Wilson noticed how House's eyes were almost bobbin out of his head and how attractive he was with his mouth hanging wide open, he didn't acknowledge it. A few visible efforts to gather his wits to himself later, House scoffed and turned his eyes away from the man before him. He told himself it was better if he didn't watch that pink tongue reaching for the last trace of white at the corner of his mouth, or he would've had to jump across the table to ravish those luscious lips and he wasn't sure his leg would've appreciated it much.

A few moments passed with House staring at the floor and desperately trying to clock the wet sounds coming from across him, and Wilson completely oblivious to the inner fight his friend was currently going through.

Then the cup was empty and House would've thanked God for small favours if he wasn't completely agnostic. Wilson got up to throw his garbage in the bin. House shook his head, trying to put back some order in his thoughts. Was it just him or was Wilson deliberately swinging his hips as he walked? He must be hallucinating. Maybe that was the side effect of his abusive use of Vicodin...because Wilson wasn't gay, was he? Of course not, he'd had more than half of the hospital's female staff under him. And he was currently in his third marriage. And as far as House knew, the bride had always been...well, a bride. But then, maybe he was getting bored of women and wanted to try something else. Well, House wasn't going to be his subject of experimentation. No way he was going to have hot, messy, wild sex with his really cute best-and-only friend. No way he was kissing that painfully sweet looking mouth and then leaving a trail of bite marks down that pale throat. And no way he was getting hard right now just by thinking those things.

House silently cursed. He'd come to term with his bicuriosity a long time ago when he'd first realised he wanted to do his best friend. But he'd thought he was over that stupid crush, what with all that stuff with Stacy, and then Cameron, and then Stacy again. Apparently, he'd been wrong. Ouch, that hurt.

House realised that during his internal debate with himself, Wilson had asked him a question and was now staring at him with open curiosity.

"Sorry, got dazzled by your incredible smile,» he said sarcastically though it was not that far from the truth. "What did you say?"

Wilson gave him a vaguely amused look. "I said, why don't we go get a bit of fresh air on the roof?"

"Yeah, good idea. That way, I can jump from the roof and kill myself if I can't stand your saccharine manners anymore."

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They were seated against the parapet, looking into the dark sky.

"You know, it's such a shame we can't see the stars, what with all the city lights." Wilson sighed dreamily.

"Oh please, don't tell me you're like that?" House exclaimed.

"Like what?" Wilson turned his head to stare at his friend's profile. The bottle between them was almost empty. He watched as his breath formed little white clouds when he exhaled. It was freezing out there. Luckily, the alcohol had kept them warm enough so far. It had also made them quite a bit drowsy.

House continued as if he hadn't heard his friend's interruption. Or maybe he truly hadn't. Hard to tell, with House, if he was being intentionally mean or just didn't give a crap about the others. "Well, I guess I shouldn't be so surprised...after all, it does explain your success with the women...I guess it's kind of enticing, if you're into that king of thing..."

Wilson grabbed him by the chin and turned his face toward his. That put an end to his drunk rambling. "What kind of thin?"

They stared into each others eyes for a long moment and Wilson wondered if he had ever really voiced that question or only thought it, when House smiled a smile that looked more like a pain grimace. "Romantism. You're such a fucking romantic, Jimmy! That whole evening..."he snorted. "And a conversation by starlight to end everything perfectly. Except there's no moon and my ass is so frozen it'll probably stay on the ground when I get up."

"What? You think I had it all planned? I'm just as happy as you are to be locked in the hospital for the night, I just don't make such a fuss about it."

House looked into Wilson's eyes, searching for something. Wilson didn't know what but it seemed important so he tried not to blink too much. Something was hanging, in the air between them. But then House looked away, down at his hands in his lap and the moment was over. That thin that had been there a moment ago was gone. And even if Wilson didn't know what it was, but he hoped it wasn't lost forever.

"Don't lie, Jimmy. I checked the emergency exits before joining you in your office, earlier. They're all unlocked. And you said they were locked. So either you hadn't checked and just guessed and you're an incompetent and I don't what I've been doing with you for so long. Or else you lied to make me think we were stuck here for the night and I don't know what game you're playing at." House finished, locking their eyes together again.

House seemed to wait for an answer but Wilson was just too stunned (and let's not forget drunk) to think of anything to say. He seemed to have lost all ability to form a coherent thought. He knew that the fact that House had known from beginning that he'd lied and still had decided to play along and stay with him for the night should've made him realise something important but he couldn't figure out what. So he just stared in his "friend's?" blue eyes and House sighed and got up and Wilson finally figured how to talk again.

"What...where…Where're you going?" he asked, wide-eyed.

House looked down at his friend, his mouth twisted in a painful looking half-smile. "I think you should get some things figured out on your own." He started limping away but then stopped and spoke without turning around. "And do try not to break your neck when you come down. Never seen a grown man with such a poor alcohol tolerance." And then he was gone and Wilson was alone in the freezing night with a million questions.

So this is it for now! I'll try to add another chapter soon but I can't garantee anything...If I update, you'll know that I probably decided it didn't matter if I failed all my exams lol...But please review!