Disclaimer: If I owned House, I would be the happiest fangirl on earth. And since I'm only averagely happy, I must not own House. :P

A/N: Yeah, it's gay. But mildly innocent because I'm too chicken to go much farther. Also, the title is just to be funny, because I couldn't think of anything better.

Never Sleep in Your Friend's Office if You Don't Want Them to Kiss You

James Wilson gently pressed his lips against his sleeping friend's. He could feel his mentor's heart begin to race as house's eyes flew open. Well, to give him credit it was unexpected, even for the one doing the kissing, and to be woken up by your best friend's lips was a bit more shocking than shoving your lips against your only friend while he was sleeping. Wilson's mind woke up and overruled his hormones, causing him to realize what he had just done. He pulled away, seeing the look on house's face. Shock mixed with curiosity- probably not a very good sign, Wilson's common sense muttered in his head.

"What the-?" House started, fully awake.

"I-I'm s-sorry," Wilson stuttered, cutting him off. He rocked back on his heels, he was still crouched by the sofa in his office. He rocked back too far and fell onto the carpet.

House sat up slowly as Wilson clambered to his feet and attempted to flee. He grabbed the doorknob, but in his confused state he couldn't figure out how to use it. He felt a hand on his, turning the doorknob and opening the door. He tried to force his way out of the small room, but the hand wouldn't let him pass. He kept futilely attempting to get out even though he knew he wouldn't be able to escape. Anything to avoid looking into House's eyes.

"What just happened?" House asked quietly. Wilson was surprised at the older man's softness, the lack of anger in his voice, the almost unnoticeable inflection of hope. At least he hoped it was hope...

He felt his face burning as he slowly met House's gaze. He was terrified of what he might see, but he couldn't help but be drawn to those piercing blue eyes. Of course, he hadn't needed to worry- as usual, House's eyes were unreadable. He searched for any hint of weakness, care, need... lust... Wilson looked away from the face of his -what was he?- his House.

James realized that House wouldn't let this go. He didn't want House to let it go, but he would rather it just go away. He would rather his feelings for House would go away. He would rather have that kiss go away. Hell, he'd rather have cancer go away, if he was going to wish for the impossible! ((Of course then you'd be out of a job, the little House inside his head told him annoyingly.))

"I... I kissed you," He said, startled by his straightforward response. He looked back into House's eyes, gaining confidence from House's obvious shock at the confidence of his answer. "I kissed you because I'm in-" his confidence suddenly vanished in a puff of smoke. What if House didn't love him? What if he scared his best friend off because of some stupid crush? What if- what if House did love him back, and they dated and it didn't work out?

"Jimmy." House grabbed James's tie and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. House shoved the door closed with his weak foot, pulling the young oncologist across the room to the sofa, their lips still locked together. He began to fumble with the tie he had been holding in a deathgrip, but being House, he had no clue how to untie it. Finally Wilson reached up and untied it himself, leaving House's hands free to explore James's back. House started unbuttoning his young "friend's" shirt, just as Cuddy walked in.

"James, I need you to- OH MY GOD!"