066. Rain

Rivulets

House raised his face towards the sky with his eyes closed, letting the rain drench him. A small smile graced his lips as he set his cane in front of him and wrapped both hands around the handle. The rain was warm and heavy, a summer storm coming after a hot, stifling day and he embraced it as best as he could.

"Dr House?" came Cameron's hesitant voice from behind him.

He ignored her as he concentrated on the sensation of the rain drops running down his face and into his stubble. He was fairly sure she went away as he heard the door close.

He breathed deeply as the rain soaked his hair, his clothes, his skin and his smile broadened slightly.

"Greg?" came the soft, slightly amused voice from the doorway.

He turned his head and opened his eyes to see Wilson standing in the door, watching him with humour sparking in his eyes.

"Come here," House said, unwrapping one hand from his cane and holding it out.

Wilson stared down at his hand then back up. "I'll get wet," he said in amused protest.

House let his eyes run appreciatively down Wilson's body. "Good."

Wilson blushed and laughed. "I'll get cold," he said suggestively.

House raised an eyebrow and leered amusingly. "I'll warm you up."

Wilson pretended to consider that. "Your ducklings are watching us."

House smirked and his eyes glittered. "Let 'em watch."

Wilson gazed at him thoughtfully for a moment then he smiled. He pulled off his jacket and tossed it in the direction of House's desk along with his tie then he stepped out onto the balcony. The rain had him soaked through before he got to House, his hair plastering itself across his forehead and his shirt sticking to his chest invitingly.

House watched him approach with growing anticipation, carefully turning to face him. When Wilson stopped in front of him, he looked into the younger man's eyes for a long moment before leaning in and kissing him, tasting the rain and coffee and Wilson.

It was the only point of contact between the two men until Wilson took a step closer and placed his hand on House's hips. House responded by wrapping one arm around Wilson's waist and placing his other hand at the back of Wilson's neck, deepening the kiss as the rain continued to fall.

The kiss came to an end and they separated only far enough to draw breath. Out of the corner of his eye, House could see Cameron and Chase and Foreman standing in front of the glass wall between the conference room and his office, staring at them, and he smiled. Wilson returned the smile before drawing him back into another kiss.

They stood there in the rain and kissed as the water ran in rivulets down their faces.