048. Diamond

Diamonds Are House's Best Friend

Wilson walked in the door of House's apartment and let his bag drop to the floor with a sigh. He hung up his jacket in the closet then walked wearily into the living room where House was sitting on the sofa watching the TV.

"There's Chinese in the kitchen," House said without looking away from his program.

"Thanks," Wilson replied as he turned in that direction.

He quickly heated up some of the food and wandered back out into the living room. One truly good thing about staying with House was that he knew his friend would not ask him how the meeting with Julie he'd been at this evening had gone. House didn't want to know, didn't care, and Wilson was thoroughly relieved. It had not been pleasant but at least she wasn't going to contest anything to do with the divorce…and he did not want to talk about it.

Once he'd finished eating, he got up and took his plate into the kitchen before returning and sitting down again, this time putting his feet up on the table with a sigh. He let his head fall back against the sofa and tilted it for a moment towards House. He'd just turned back to the TV when something penetrated the mush currently inhabiting his brain and he turned back to House.

The man was determinedly watching the TV and at first Wilson couldn't figure out what had caught his eye. Then he saw it, glinting in the dim light, and he leaned forward with a frown.

"House?" he said slowly. "Why are you wearing an…earring? And is that a diamond?"

"You'd know, Mr Three-Times-Engaged," House replied with a quirk of his lips as he continued to watch the TV.

Wilson let that one go. "Why are you wearing an earring?"

"Got my ear pierced," House replied, amusement gleaming in his eyes.

"Well, obviously," Wilson said, a little nonplussed. "But…why?"

House was silent for a long moment as he stared at the TV and fiddled with his cane.

Finally he said, "Lost a bet."

Wilson blinked as a smirk threatened to burst out on his face. "With who?"

"With whom?" House corrected mendaciously.

"Never mind my grammar," Wilson said dismissively. "Whom did you lose the bet to?"

House grumbled under his breath. "Foreman."

Wilson snickered. "And he made you get your ear pierced?"

"Uhuh," House replied grouchily. "And I have to leave it in for six months."

Wilson's snickers increased. "Should I ask what the bet was about?"

"No," House growled.

Wilson sat there and chuckled as he looked at the small diamond glinting in House's earlobe.

"I like it," he said suddenly, gaining a startled look from House.

"Very funny," came the disgruntled reply.

"No, seriously, I like it. It's very you," he said with false innocence.

"Shut up," House growled in reply, sounding exasperated.

"It's very sexy," Wilson said with a smile.

That got House to look away from the TV and he gave Wilson a startled look.

"What?"

Wilson considered what he could do right now. He could treat it like a joke and continue to needle House and they would continue on as they always had. Or he could act on it and on the…tension that had been growing between them for at least the last five years. He shrugged mentally and shifted on the couch slightly.

"It's very sexy," he repeated before reaching over and turning House's head towards the TV. He leaned in and captured House's earlobe with his mouth, running his tongue around the earring and grinning inwardly at the moan that seemed to be ripped from the other man by his action.

He gained another moan when he let the earlobe go, this one in complaint. He ignored as he kissed his way along House's jaw, smiling slightly at the feel of stubble under his lips, until he reached House's lips. He paused for a moment to give House a chance to stop things if this wasn't what he wanted. Instead House sild a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into a hungry kiss.

They were both panting when they finally separated and House started grinning maniacally.

"Do I really want to know why you're grinning like that?" Wilson asked with amusement.

"Foreman's going to be so disappointed when I tell him I like this thing," House replied as he grabbed his cane.

Wilson snorted and rolled his eyes. "Trust you to think something like that right now. Where are you going?"

"To bed," House with what could only be described as a happy leer. "Wanna come?"

"I'm sure we both will," Wilson replied with a smile.