Doctor Lisa Cuddy, the Dean of Medicine at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, burst into Doctor House's office. Her hair was freshly cut, and the deep blue blouse she was almost bursting out of had two buttons left undone at the top. Her expensive heels made muffled thuds on the rough carpet as she strode through the glass door of Greg's office and towards the man himself.

"Please, do come in..." House welcomed her dryly from his desk as he absentmindedly threw a ball in the air.

"There is a diagnostics conference in California next week, I've already signed you up," Cuddy ignored him getting straight to the point.

"No."

"Too bad, the board wants to show other hospitals that we have the best diagnostics department in the country. That means you are going to California," Cuddy would not accept no this time.

"No," House glanced at her momentarily.

Cuddy sighed; she knew this would be an uphill battle, "You won't have to do any clinic hours from now until you go."

Greg knew he could get a better deal than that, "No-one wants to listen to me blabber on, most of them don't even like me."

Cuddy rolled her eyes, "You can also have a week off clinic duty when you're back."

"Fine, I'll go."

"Really?" it was a little too easy.

"Sure... as long as Wilson comes too," House smirked; he knew she'd cave if this was really coming from the board.

"House, this is not a romantic getaway. This is a business trip," Cuddy should've seen that one coming.

House pouted, "But what if I need to consult a trusty oncologist about a diagnosis?"

"Fine, but the hospital isn't paying for Wilson to go," Cuddy caved.

"Fantastic, send Wilson the details. Now if you'll excuse me, it's lunch time," House got up and walked past Cuddy out of his office. He wasn't going to lunch just yet though, he was going to see Wilson and give him the news.

Greg flung open the closed door to Wilson's office, without knocking, and strode in, "We're going to California."

James looked up, frown lines showing on his face as he met Greg's gaze, "House, I'm with a patient."

"Yeah, but California is far more interesting than cancer," Greg blatantly proclaimed.

Wilson sighed and returned his attention to his patient, "I'm very sorry about him," he gave House an icy glare, "as I was saying, we will get your final results in on Friday but it's looking very positive, Ms. Brown."

They both stood and Wilson gave her a reassuring smile as he showed Ms. Brown to the door of his office, "Thank you, Doctor," she said as she left, pausing only to give Greg a disapproving look.

Wilson shut the door behind her a little too loudly, "How many times do I have to ask you not to barge into my office when the door is closed?" he turned to face House.

"But it's important," Greg protested, "Cuddy is sending us to California next week for a romantic getaway." Wilson rolled his eyes.

"What is really going on? Did you get another motorcycle fine?" James wasn't really in the mood to play this game.

"There is a diagnostics conference happening in California next week and Cuddy is sending us," House clarified, James didn't seem to be in the best mood.

"That's not my field, why am I going?" James was still a bit suspicious.

House leant his cane against the wall and moved closer so Wilson was pinned up against the door, "because..." he pressed his lips very lightly up James' neck "I told her I wouldn't go without you," he whispered in Wilson's ear before biting it gently.

James put a hand on Greg's chest, "Greg, we're at work," he protested.

House smirked and kissed him properly. Nipping at his bottom lip, Greg slid his hand down over the thin material covering James' junk.

"House," It was intended to be a warning but it came out more of a needy groan.

That was all the encouragement Greg needed, his hands went to work, unfastening James' belt, buttons and zipper, the black dress pants fell to his knees. His hand slipped into Wilson's tighty whities and grasped the half excited length.

Wilson moaned quietly, "Jesus, Greg, we agreed not to do this at work," his head thunked softly on the wooden door as he tilted it back.

"We agreed not to have sex at work, this is a stress relieving handjob," House replied rubbing his thumb lightly over the very tip. Wilson moaned audibly, which made Greg smirk, "You're going to have to be quieter than that if you do not wish to be caught."

"You started-" Wilson's words were lost to another long groan as the hand in his pants moved down to caress his balls.

House chuckled, "So sensitive today, wonder why that could be."

"Can't be because you left me rock hard this morning after the phone call about the potential patient," James tried to glare at Greg, and the bastard grinned and winked at him.

It began to dawn on Wilson then, "You ass, you planned this," he accused. Another moan as House took a firm grip on his length and began a steady stroke.

"It's not complaints I'm hearing... Or feeling. Is that why you've been moody all day?"

"Shut up and get on with it." Wilson was done with talking, he lent into House and initiated another kiss while thrusting into the hand gripping him.

When Wilson was breathing too hard to continue kissing, Greg wet a finger on his free hand.

"Greg," Wilson warned ineffectively.

House slid the hand into the back of his underwear and found the tight hole waiting for him. The wet finger drew circles around the entrance.

"Greg!" This time it was a plea and House obliged. He slipped a finger inside and Wilson almost came. The finger in the back and hand in the front worked together, creating a lot of low noises and heavy breathing from the oncologist. House could hear the change very soon and knew Wilson was about to come.

"Bite me," House instructed and James did just in time, his muffled cry only audible to Greg.

Greg made sure Wilson could stand on his own before letting go of him. James staggered to the nearest chair and plopped down into it; he was a mess.

"Well, I'm off to lunch, join me when you're able to move again. Cuddy is sending you the information for California," and with a swift kiss on the cheek, House picked up his cane and left Wilson's office, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.