AN: I'm giving this individual chapter it's own rating. Which we'll put at the highest setting of an M just in case. There's slash sex in it. Sorry if that's a spoiler to some of you but I wanted to warn the rest. :)

Chapter 2:

Wilson awoke to find House sitting over him, studying him. As it was the last thing he expected he jumped, hissing and groaning slightly when the action brought the pain in his body, which was previously down to a dull groan, to a sharp growl.

"Easy, Wilson." House soothed, grabbing his hand. "How are you feeling?" he asked while he smoothed Wilson's hair off his forehead.

"Better." Wilson answered hoping House would leave it at that. He should have known better though when he received an accusing frown instead so he elaborated, "Better than earlier but not perfect. Everything's manageable as long as I don't move."

"Yeah, cuz I see that happening." House quipped, still stroking his hair. "Hate to break it to you but we're going to have to move you so we can go home. Cuddy gave us a week off. She said that you can take longer if you need to though."

Wilson squeezed House's hand trying to reassure the older doctor. He had seen the concern in the gorgeous blue eyes as he relayed the message and wanted to put the other man at ease. He knew House hated seeing him in pain, just like he hated seeing House in pain daily, but there was nothing either one could really do about it.

He moved the blanket off and House grabbed it from him to place on the side arm. "How long have I been here?" he asked. He didn't remember Chase or Foreman placing a blanket on him before they left which meant House had done it.

"It's a little after 6." House answered while he helped gingerly lift Wilson to a sitting position.

Wilson ground his teeth together and waited for the pain to recede to a more manageable level. He had been brought back to the office around 2p. "I've been here for 4 hours? How long have you been sitting there?" he asked, concerned about the effects it might have had on House's leg.

House seemed to read his mind, "My leg's fine. I've been sitting here about 20mins. Right as I was coming to get you, Cuddy called and asked me to cover a couple of hours of clinic duty since two of her doctors were leaving suddenly and she had no one to fill in for them." He informed Wilson using finger quotes and rolling his eyes. "I checked on you, noticed you were cold but otherwise ok so I grabbed the blanket, told Chase to check on you every so often and then left for clinic."

"Why Chase?" Wilson asked more than a little surprised that House had asked the Australian doctor to check on him.

House grinned evilly, "It seems you have a fan. Chase had been checking on you periodically while I was talking to Cuddy."

Wilson rolled his eyes and then squeezed them shut when the action increased the pounding in his head. "Shut up House. Chase is a friend." Though he had never really gotten close to any of the ducklings, Chase was the one he was closest to. He was a good combination of House and Cameron. Compassionate and caring but able to read Wilson and know when he needed to be sarcastic or back off instead. He looked up to see House watching him carefully and decided that now would be a good time to get home, seeing seeds of jealousy come alive in House's eyes.

He thrust out his hand which House grabbed and gently helped ease Wilson to a standing position which he wasn't able to fully achieve as his back was still quite painful so he hunched slightly which put pressure on his broken ribs. He stood balancing on one leg, using the arm of the couch to help keep him balanced. His ankle and foot had begun to throb painfully with the change of position and even resting them on the floor but not applying any weight had caused sharp spikes of pain to radiate from his toes to his hip.

House brought the wheelchair over and helped Wilson to sit gingerly in it, waiting for him to get settled before he placed a pillow behind his back, raised the leg rest and placed another pillow below Wilson's hurt ankle and foot. He laid the blanket back over Wilson for something to do while he waited for the younger doctor to catch his breath and let the pain die down. He grabbed the ice pack that he had grabbed before coming to Wilson's office and peeled back the blanket, placed it over the ankle and foot, and then replaced the blanket. He grabbed Wilson's meds and placed them in his jacket pocket on the opposite side he kept his Vicodin so that he wouldn't mix them up.

When he thought he had everything he turned to Wilson, "Ready?"

Wilson nodded, "Yeah, let's go home." Even though he hadn't meant it to, it came out sounding like a plea rather than a suggestion. The move from the couch to the wheelchair had hurt and he was having trouble hiding just how much. The ice pack had helped as had the pillow but he knew it was a short reprieve since he'd have to repeat the process another 2 times before he would be able to lay on their comfortable bed without having to move for the next 8 hours.

House walked behind him and began pushing the chair to the car. He thought about seeing if Chase would help but he knew that he'd have to do it once they got to the loft so he decided to forgo it and do it himself.

Wilson groaned slightly when they went over a bump and it jarred his injuries but otherwise he tried to keep quiet, not wanting to draw anymore attention to himself than he already had. Every time someone came up to see how he was doing he felt his cheeks getting redder and redder. Luckily with House behind him not many people dared come up to him while they were leaving, knowing that the taciturn doctor wouldn't appreciate the delay.

They made it to the car in record time considering House was the one pushing the chair and were home and heading towards the bedroom by 7p. They began the slow and painful process of getting Wilson out of the wheel chair and into the bed. This time he couldn't swallow the pain and had been groaning, whimpering and hissing with every movement.

Once Wilson was settled and the pillows in the right places House went and grabbed a glass of water for Wilson to take his meds. He thought about ordering something for them to eat but he was wiped from getting Wilson from the hospital to the bed and he could tell that Wilson was too. So he settled for a piece of toast for each, knowing that Wilson needed something in his stomach to go with the pain meds.

He handed the glass of water and toast to the oncologist and changed while Wilson ate then handed him the pills and started slowly getting Wilson undressed. Once they were both in t-shirts and sweat pants House climbed in bed with Wilson and cuddled up to him, not giving Wilson a chance to sling his arm around House. Wilson slept on the left side of the bed which worked well for cuddling or sex as it kept weight off of House's leg at either time.

Wilson lay in bed with a pillow below his knees and another two propping his ankle and foot up, his hand slung over his stomach. House cuddled up and wrapped his leg over Wilson's, careful not to move him, and then lay his arm over Wilson's on his stomach, wrapping his hand over Wilson's and squeezing. Wilson let out a contented sigh and soon his breathing evened out, letting House know he was a sleep.

House gave him a loving kiss on the cheek before saying, "I love you James Wilson." and falling asleep himself.

The sound of his phone ringing at 8a was the next sound that House was aware of. He jerked awake, squeezing Wilson's injured side and earning a yelp of pain from the injured man. He mentally berated himself for having forgotten that he had fallen asleep curled up with Wilson and therefore hurting him when he woke startled.

"Sorry, are you ok?" he asked quickly, ignoring the ringing phone. He didn't care who wanted to talk to him right now.

Wilson grimaced but answered, "I'm fine. You should get that, I don't think they plan on hanging up."

"They can wait." House countered, "If they needed to wake me up at 8a they obviously don't know that I'm on leave to take care of my boyfriend."

Wilson laughed, then grimaced when the action sent pain throughout his chest. "Well, there are only 4 people who know we're together."

"5. Chase knows." House corrected.

"What? How?" Wilson asked more curious than worried. He knew the blond doctor was sharper than House gave him credit for so it didn't fully surprise him that he knew.

"I didn't tell him but we were talking and he obviously noticed something that I didn't." House said more than a little defensive.

"Told you he's more perceptive than you thought." Wilson replied with a grin.

"Shut up and kiss me." House retorted before he swooped down and gently kissed his lover. "Now, meds time for the both of us." He said after he pulled away, popping a couple of Vicodin and grabbing the empty glass of water.

He brought it back and handed the glass and more pills to Wilson who obediently took both and swallowed the pills. They began the process of getting Wilson up and into the chair. He argued with House that he was fine enough to wheel himself around and proceeded to wheel himself to the bathroom while House went to the kitchen to make some breakfast. He was surprised when he didn't receive a call for help and Wilson wheeled himself into the kitchen.

"We have eggs?" he asked incredulously.

"Yep!"

"That's funny, I don't remember them being there yesterday morning." Wilson replied, his tone implying he didn't believe House.

House just rolled his eyes, ignoring the implication, and went back to cooking. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Wilson try to get out of the chair and help. "Sit back down in that chair." he commanded. "I've got it."

Wilson, however, ignored him and began a hop/limp around the kitchen, not fully putting weigh on his foot but not fully keeping off it either. "So do I, I'm not handicapped you know."

House turned off the stove and limped over to Wilson, forcefully leading him back to the chair. "For today at least, yes you are. Your ankle and foot shouldn't be taking any weight and your back and ribs aren't ready for crutches. So just sit your sexy ass in that chair and let me serve you for once."

If there ever was someone who didn't like to sit things out, it would be James Wilson, Boy Wonder Oncologist. It's one of the reasons he so devoted to his patients and his friends, the other being his "too big for his own good" heart.

Wilson sat gingerly back down into the chair, pouting like a 3 year old who got told he couldn't have a toy. House couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face as he bent down to kiss him. The kiss was deep and sultry. It took all of House's rarely used self restraint to not drag Wilson to the bedroom and have his way with him right then and there. He pulled away before he actually did it, reminding himself that Wilson was injured and wouldn't be able to do anything for a few more days at least. Before he turned around, House saw a glint in Wilson's eyes that he liked to see, he longed to see but didn't know where it was going.

They ate in companionable silence, neither one really needing to talk to communicate with the other. House placed the dishes in the sink, much to Wilson's displeasure, and they both went back into the bedroom determining it was the more comfortable place for Wilson to be. Instead of lying down, House propped Wilson up with pillows so that he was leaning against the wall comfortably with his ankle and foot elevated on a pillow, a blanket covered his lap. He had a book in his hands and his reading glasses on.

House had to try to keep focused on his own book but he was finding it quite hard. He loved Wilson in glasses and it was turning him on. He once again tried to bury himself in the Hindi medical journal he was reading, hoping that reading about neurology will help keep his mind occupied.

Wilson had been pretending not to notice House staring at him longingly while he read. He wasn't actually reading. He was doing the exact same thing House was: trying to keep his mind occupied with something else while trying not to act on his impulses. House sat next to him in bed close enough for their thighs to touch, in loose sweats and a t-shirt that clung to his slender frame, emphasizing his muscular arms and shoulders. He too had reading glasses on and Wilson couldn't think of anything sexier than a man with glasses. He actually didn't feel too bad right now. His ankle and foot throbbed but he could ignore it. His ribs hurt with any movement but it wasn't as sharp as it had been this morning when he woke up. Granted House had accidentally squeezed his side but still, it was an improvement. He knew he was going to get shit for this but he couldn't help himself.

Wilson slid his hand over House's thigh and began massaging it while still pretending to read, making it look like he was absentmindedly doing it. He had a habit of absentmindedly massaging House's legs, a habit he had honed out of necessity when House's leg had been bad and he massaged it to get the ruined thigh muscle to relax enough to let the heating pad to it's job. He let his hand wander close to House's groin, smiling when he felt the hardness next to his hand. He continued to let his hand wander, rubbing the hardness, smiling even wider when he heard House moan.

"You manipulative bitch." House moaned in pleasure, his medical journal forgotten on the floor and his hand rubbing Wilson's thigh.

Wilson decided to play coy. "I don't know what you're talking about." He responded, feeling House's hand work towards his groin.

House growled a growl of frustration and pleasure as Wilson's hand continued it's arousing assault on his dick. "Don't play coy with me. I saw that glint in your eyes at breakfast and you know we can't do anything. We could hurt you more."

"Are you saying you don't want to try?" Wilson asked smiling devilishly while he slowly peeled House's pants and boxer-briefs off.

Before House even knew what he was doing he returned the favor for Wilson, making sure to be gentle around his ankle. He layed down on his side next to Wilson when he finished, "I'm saying I don't want to hurt you, you're in enough pain." House countered, trying to keep focused on the conversation and not how good Wilson's hand felt on his erection.

"You're usually in pain before, during and after we have sex. How is this different?" Wilson countered in return.

"It's.. ahhh.. different becaussse, there's no getting rid of my pain." House can't contain a moan as Wilson's hand speeds up, "Whereas you don't have to be in it for too much longer."

Wilson leaned into Houses ear, slightly nibbling on it while he replies, "Quit over thinking this Greg and just go with it."

House obeys without thought and let's himself sink back into the bed and enjoy Wilson's administrations. After a while he couldn't take it and began thrusting against Wilson's hand causing Wilson to gently guide House over and on top of him. House gladly took over and kept thrusting, rubbing his erection against Wilson's and taking pleasure in the moans that escaped Wilson's mouth.

House leaned in, nibbling on Wilson's lips at first, then went down with crushing force, kissing him while supporting himself on his arms. Wilson moaned into his mouth and House moved from kissing his mouth to his neck, nibbling a little as he went. He moved down to Wilson's collar bone, kissing and nibbling it as he went. To House, the collar bone was one of the sexiest parts of any person, but especially Wilson.

Wilson didn't know how much more he could take. House was driving him pleasantly out of his mind with his thrusting and nibbling. He moaned more and House kept at it. Finally Wilson did the only thing he could think of, he began to thrust his hips as well. Somewhere in the back of his mind his brain registered the pain it caused but right now he was too horny to care.

"Oh God Greg, I want you." Wilson exclaimed, unable to hold on any longer. "I want you in me and me in you." He panted.

House smiled, grabbing the lube out from the bedside drawer and used it liberally. He climbed on Wilson, letting him set the pace. House moved easily with Wilson's pace, moving up and down, each time releasing a pleasant moan from them both. When he knew Wilson was close he went at it again, this time going a little faster, almost unable to hold in his own wish to be in Wilson.

Wilson exploded and settled, waiting for House to climb off. He gently maneuvered himself on his hands and knees, waiting for House to join him which he did readily and began to set the pace, knowing that House would be able to keep up with it because they both were hurting though they'd never admit it right now. Wilson moved his hips back and forth in time with House's thrusts, groaning with each movement. He did his best to make them sound pleasurable since with every move his back twinged and his ribs burned, not to mention the pressure this was putting on his ankle but he held on for House, he didn't care if he'd be paying for it later.

House finished quickly, sensing that Wilson wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, and gently pulled out, applying a little pressure to Wilson's back when he did it, and waited for Wilson to roll over and lay down. House waited until he caught his breath before turning to his left and propping himself up on his elbow to get a good look at Wilson, frowning slightly at what he saw.

Usually post-coital, Wilson was relaxed and giddy with the world's biggest smile on his face, nestling close to House. Right now Wilson was lying on his back, his right hand wrapped across his chest while his left was clenching the bed sheets. A grimace of pain on his face and his teeth clenched.

While House knew that he had tried to warn Wilson and get him to stop, he also knew that he didn't try as hard as he could have because he had wanted this just as badly as Wilson. He felt guilt stab his heart and clench his stomach. He rolled over and popped a couple Vicodin then got up and grabbed the glass of water, refilled it and brought it back to Wilson, handing it to him along with his meds.

Wilson had tentatively reached out to grab them, while House gently helped lift him enough to make swallowing the medicine easier. He swallowed the pills gratefully and finished the entire glass then leaned heavily against House. Every injury he received the day before screamed murder at him and while he didn't regret it one bit, it made it hard to show House how happy he felt despite the pain.

"Thanks." He told House grateful for having House around to take care of him.

House's only reply was a slight nod as he gently settled Wilson down on the bed, replacing the pillows where they needed to be before he climbed back in bed. He stayed on his side, not wanting to hurt Wilson by cuddling, and propped himself back up on his left side watching the younger man as he slowly relaxed.

Wilson turned his head and smiled weakly. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more." He told his lover genuinely sorry for not holding out longer and feeling guilty that he couldn't do more.

House reached out his hand and caressed Wilson's face, gently tracing the bruise on his cheek. "You did plenty." He said.

Wilson looked apprehensively at him, "And yet you're still laying over there."

"Don't want to hurt you." House responded more gruffly than he wanted. He wasn't annoyed with Wilson and didn't want to take it out on him. He was annoyed with himself for hurting Wilson.

Wilson sighed and raised his right arm, gesturing for him to come closer. "You won't. I'm fine, I promise." He soothed as House came over, layed his head on Wilson's chest and wrapped his arm gently around Wilson's stomach, avoiding his side. "I love you." He cooed as he ran his hands up and down House's back and gently kissed the top of his head.

"I know." House responded, frustrated with himself that Wilson's the one that's hurt and yet HE is comforting HOUSE.

Wilson gave House a comforting but gentle hug before saying, "Come one. Let's take a nap. I don't know about you but I'm exhausted." He gave House another kiss on his head before he snuggled down as much as he could and fell asleep, a smile on his face.