Summary so far... Well Wilson gets home to find House making dinner O0 , he tells House about Stacey being in town, Wilson worries, House assures him, the have dinner.

NOW House and Wilson are relaxing in the couch after dinner Whats going through House's head... and is he hiding something from Wilson?...yes, yes he is!

Warning: Over the top sweet and cute and Boy kissing, touching, upset Wilson, etc. UNbetad mistakes are all on me. Enjoy!

House turned slightly to watch Wilson sleep, nestled comfortably next to him. Dinner had definitely relaxed him releasing some of the tension he had been feeling.

He quietly ran his fingers through Wilson's hair and heard a satisfactory sigh leave the younger doctor. He smiled to himself as Wilson nestled closer to him on the couch, wrapping his arm around the front of his waist, "you smell good" he heard Wilson say more to his dream of House than to House himself.

His thoughts turned to Stacey for a moment. He tried to think of all the reasons he had loved her, he dug and tried to get those feelings inside him to surface, to see if they could surface…but nothing did.

He thought of her face, the way she looked when she slept expecting even a hint of warmth, of something to stir within him but it didn't. He felt nothing for her, she suddenly seemed like a distant memory than the actual person he, at one point, considered to be the love of his life.

He looked down at the man sleeping soundly on his chest, he suddenly felt the warmth of Wilson's body spreading through his whole body.

He loved Wilson, he loved him with every ounce that he could and he had never known just how much he could. And Wilson loved him, this man who, could probably get anyone he wanted, loved him, he was the one Wilson wanted, even after everything, when he had seen him at his worst. He had always been there for House, always protecting him from others and himself. Especially himself.

Happiness draped House as he wrapped his arm tighter around Wilson and closed his eyes.

"Jimmy…"

"Hmm?"

"Lets go to bed" House said softly, sitting up slightly.

"Hrm… how long did I sleep for?" Wilson sat up as well and squeezed his eyes shut pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Not long… come on" House sat up and tapped Wilson's shin with his cane, "bed always beats couch"

"Yeah especially that bed….gawd I love that bed so much" said Wilson getting up, "I need a shower first"

House glared and smirked, he grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in to meet his lips.

A load moan escaped Wilson's throat as he wrapped his arms around the other man's waist.

"A cold one?" House asked pulling away.

"You'd like that" Wilson smiled and made his way towards the bathroom. House followed behind watching Wilson lazily sway his hips, unbuckling his belt as he did so.

Once at the bathroom door Wilson turned to face him, "I wont take long if…" he looked at him through the darkness.

"I could join you" House offered stepping closer to him.

Wilson chuckled softly, "No…I like you this way… right now…the way you look…your scent"

House smiled "I'll be in the bedroom." He felt Wilson hesitate and looked at him, "You've been in …a very …good mood" Wilson said frowning.

"Yeah well…" House tapped his cane on the floor, "I'll be in the bedroom" and with that he went into the bedroom leaving Wilson staring into the darkness, wondering.

Wilson walked into the bedroom with nothing but a towel on, he grabbed a pair of boxers and slipped them on quietly getting into bed.

House felt him and turned over to face him, "Boxers?" he propped himself with one hand and with the other he began to play with the elastic of Wilson's boxers.

"when did she call you?" Wilson ignored House's wandering hands and looked up at the ceiling.

"Tuesday" House stopped and laid on his back.

"Were you going to tell me?" Wilson's hurt voice sent a jolt of pain through House.

"No" House said simply rubbing his eyes.

"Oh"

"It didn't matter…it doest matter….Wilson?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

" Because… its not something you should worry about. I didn't want you to get all worked up over nothing…it doesn't matter… come on… Jimmy?" He propped himself back up to look at him, "I'm sorry"

"You should have told me she called you"

"No I shouldn't have… it doesn't matter now" House said, loosing his patience.

"Yes it does!" Wilson sat up, grimacing as his feet touched the floor, "It matters when she's because of you, because she wants to be with you!"

"I don't want to be with her!" House said a little louder than he has intended. He sighed standing up he grabbed his cane and walked around to the other side of the bed, he stood in front of Wilson for awhile and when Wilson refused to look up he sat next to him.

"I don't want to be with her" he said again barely above a whisper this time, "I want to be with you"

Wilson sighed quietly to himself.

"I love you" House rested his chin on Wilson's shoulder staring at him "Jimmy?"

Wilson turned to look at him, "I love you too"

"I am sorry" House offered again as he touched Wilson's face , he kissed him lightly on the lips and then along his jaw line.

Wilson heard a cane drop as he felt a hand push him down on the bed, lips kissed his skin lightly and began tasting his neck.

"Greg…" he breathed feeling the other mans weight on him.

"Mmm…"

"Your mood?"

House smiled and bit at Wilson's exposed neck, "sometimes… things from the past remind you of how important and valuable the things from the present are… and when you realize that you want to keep them for the future..you make sure they know just how much they mean to you"

He looked at Wilson who's beautiful brown eyes were about to flood, " I want to keep you" House whispered then kissed him, savoring him, "you're mine"

I am still debating whether the next chapter should be the sex scene or whether I should keep this story clean and sweet and leave it to the imagination... I'd like to know what you guys think. R & R