This is a sequel to Hot

036. Seek

Housius Interruptus

Wilson was rapidly coming to the conclusion that House was damned elusive for a crippled man. Admittedly the crowded ballroom was helping House's cause but that surely couldn't be the only reason he couldn't find the man. He kept catching glimpses of the man through the crowd but every time he got to where he'd seen House, the man was gone. And now he was starting to think it was deliberate. The last time he'd caught sight of House, the man had looked up from the woman he was speaking to and had met his eyes for just a moment. The sparkle of mischief and challenge had been unmistakable and Wilson had grinned momentarily in response before the crowd had shifted again and House had disappeared.

Wilson suddenly found himself next to the woman House had been speaking with and she beamed up at him.

"Oh, you must be Dr House's friend, Dr Wilson," she said, her voice bubbling with amusement. "He said you might turn up."

Wilson gave her a charming smile. "I'm sure he did," he said wryly. "I don't suppose you know where he went. I've been trying to find him all evening."

The woman blushed at the smile and laughed. "He said you'd ask. He said I should tell you that you'd know where to find him."

Wilson sighed and laughed ruefully. "I hate it when he gets into one of these moods."

The woman laughed again. "He looked like my sons when they're up to mischief. I suggest you find him before he gets the two of you into trouble."

Wilson had to laugh at that. "Thank you. I will."

He smiled again at the woman and weaved his way through the crowd. Well, at least House hadn't made this challenge too hard, he thought as he pushed open the door that led to the rest of the hospital and sidled through, hoping that Cuddy hadn't seen him escaping. Once he was out into the hospital he paused to consider where House might be. He didn't think House would be in the empty clinic since that not where Wilson usually expected to find him so he decided that one of their offices might be the best place to start.

When he got their, his own office was empty but a quick glance out the door to the balcony revealed House leaning against the balustrade on his own side of the low wall, looking out over the lights of the city. Wilson pushed the door open and walked out, climbing over the wall and joining his friend.

"Found you," he said quietly.

"Well, I did give you a big hint," House replied, not looking at him.

Wilson chuckled. "That woman said you reminded her of her sons when they were about to get into trouble," he said, taking the opportunity to admire House's lean form in his tuxedo and to stare at his clean-shaven face.

"Yeah, she said that to me," House said with a quirk of a smile and he turned to look at Wilson. He snorted with amusement. "You're leering."

Wilson grinned in reply. "It's been a while since I've seen you like this."

House frowned. "I wore the tux for that casino night."

"But you weren't clean shaven," Wilson replied before he could think better of it.

House cocked one eyebrow at him and rubbed his smooth cheek reflectively. "Like this, huh?"

Wilson shrugged. "It's getting harder and harder to explain the beard burn."

House smirked. "You love the beard burn. You weren't complaining last night after all."

Wilson blushed as he remembered what House had done. "That's…not the point," he protested weakly.

House snickered and grabbed the front of Wilson's tuxedo, pulling his lover in closer. Wilson moaned as he felt House's erection press against his thigh and his own dick hardened in response. He rested his forehead on House's shoulder as he struggled to get himself under control.

"House, we can't do this," he said warningly.

"Why not?" House asked as he ran his hands down Wilson's back and cupped his arse.

Wilson moaned again and his hips pressed forward a bit more. "Because if Cuddy figures out we're both missing she's going to come looking for us," he said desperately. "And I'm not sure who'd be more embarrassed if that happened."

"Not me," House replied tightly, shifting Wilson around to a better angle and moving his own hips.

"I know," Wilson gasped before, with a last ditch effort, he grabbed House's hands and pulled them away from his arse and stepping back a fraction.

He nearly gave in at the small whine that escaped from House but instead he let go of House's hands and planted his own on House's chest, keeping them separated.

"Not here," he said firmly, nearly giving in again at the heated, intense look on House's face.

House ran one hand down Wilson's chest and cupped his dick. "Someone disagrees with you," he said with a smirk.

"I try not to think with my dick at the hospital," Wilson replied, struggling not to move as the heat from House's hand bleed through his pants.

House snorted at that and Wilson rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean," he said with exasperation, stepping back further and getting out of House's reach.

"Dr House, I believe I requested that you stay in the ballroom," came Cuddy's irritated voice from House's office, startling them both.

Wilson quickly stepped further into the shadows to hide the obvious bulge in his pants and he saw House grab his cane and place it in front of himself, leaning on it slightly.

"Needed a break," House replied nonchalantly as he eyed Cuddy carefully.

Cuddy scowled and turned to Wilson. "And will you please stop encouraging him to run away," she snapped.

"Uh," Wilson said, unable to think of anything to say with a large portion of his blood supply not running through his brain. Thankfully Cuddy didn't seem to want an answer from him.

"I want both of you back there now," she said, one hand on her hip and the other pointing towards the inside of the hospital.

"Do I have to?" House whined with a wicked look in his eyes that made Wilson smother a snicker.

Cuddy glared at him. "Inside," she demanded. "And stop making me feel like your mother."

House smirked at that the reluctantly limped towards the door. Wilson sidled around Cuddy and joined him with Cuddy following them in.

"Now get back down there," Cuddy demanded once they were in the corridor. "I need to go and round up some more damn truants."

She stalked off down the corridor and Wilson gave his lover a nudge.

"Come on, before she really does kill us," he said.

House nodded and waited until they were inside the lift before limping forward and crowding Wilson against the wall.

"You stopped," he said in a low growl.

"Just as well I did," Wilson replied with a swallow.

"But you stopped," House repeated, his voice low and dangerous. "I didn't want to stop. Just for that, you're going to have to pay."

House suddenly stepped away as the lift pinged and the doors opened. He limped out without a backwards look and headed towards the ballroom. Wilson leaned against the wall a little shakily, suddenly very, very hard again. This was going to be a very long night.