061. Confused

Pining

House looked at Wilson, his expression confused and startled. For his part Wilson was filled with a growing sense of dejection and the urge to kick himself thoroughly. He almost leapt off the sofa and hesitated, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

"I…uh…I…I'll just…go," he offered, sounding increasingly miserable as he stumbled his way through the sentence.

House didn't say a word or move as Wilson grabbed his jacket and hurried for the door. When he got outside, Wilson almost ran over to his car and came to halt in front of the driver's door. He fumbled for his keys to unlock the door then yanked it open and sank into the driver's seat. He pulled the door shut and let his forehead come to rest on the steering wheel.

Idiot! he thought to himself as he gently thumped his forehead against the steering wheel. What possessed you to do that? Now you've gone and lost the best friend you've ever had. Was kissing the man really worth losing him?

He kept berating himself mentally and was deep into that when he was startled by a sudden rapping on the window. His head whipped around and he expected to see a cop standing there but he was stunned to find House scowling in at him. He slowly lowered the window and then moved back as far as he could as House bent over and shoved his face through the open window.

"Get out and come back inside," House barked. He straightened up and limped back towards the apartment, clearly expecting Wilson to follow.

Wilson was very tempted to stay where he was or at least to drive off and maybe spend the night sleeping away his utter humiliation on the sofa in his office but he wasn't overly surprised to find himself winding the window up and getting out of the car. He locked the door and slowly trailed after House into the apartment. House was waiting for him by the door and he stared at Wilson with a blank face as he walked past. Wilson stopped in the middle of the living room, unsure as to why he was there.

"You're an idiot," House snapped, walking up behind him.

Wilson felt something clench in his chest and a sick feeling settle in his stomach. If House had dragged him back in just to humiliate him further then he was leaving; he certainly wasn't going to contribute to said humiliation by saying anything to fuel the fire.

He watched silently as House limped around until he was standing in front of him then his eyes widened slightly when House reached out and ran his finger briefly along his cheek.

"Give a man some warning next time you plan on tipping the world on its axis," House said gruffly.

Wilson swallowed hard, trying to work out what was going on because he knew what it looked like but he wasn't willing to trust that. He was given a huge clue when House leaned in and brushed his lips in a gentle kiss. Wilson whimpered and when House started to draw back he reached out and cradled House's face with both of his hands, dragging him back for a better, deeper kiss. House made a small noise of approval and when Wilson licked his bottom lip, he immediately opened his mouth to allow him access.

Wilson pressed closer as he explored House's mouth, shuffling them both backwards until House's back hit the wall. He heard the sound of a cane falling to the floor then House's hands were on his hips, pulling him against the older man's body. Wilson groaned into the kiss as his erection came into contact with House's leg and he felt House's answering hardness against his hip. Then reality came thundering back into his mind and he abruptly pulled away, actually managing to put several inches between them. He placed one hand on House's chest when the older man tried to drag him back and he shook his head.

"Why?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"You need to know now?" House asked in what was almost a whine.

"Yes," Wilson said firmly. "You didn't exactly look filled with joy when I kissed you."

"Am I ever filled with joy?" House asked scornfully.

"You know what I mean."

House rolled his eyes. "You surprised me. How was I supposed to know Dr Panty-peeler also liked peeling off boxers?"

"I thought you knew everything."

"I lied."

That got a reluctant smile from Wilson but he still didn't let House get any closer. Finally House sighed and rolled his eyes. He'd have looked thoroughly exasperated if not for the gleam of humour in his eyes.

"You startled me," he said, deliberately over-enunciating each word then he looked slightly disgruntled. "You hid the fact that you were pining for me with the big, gay love rather well."

"I wasn't pining for you," Wilson objected with a tiny smile. "I'll admit to lust. Want is fine but I wasn't pining."

House slowly started to grin. "You were pining. With the big, gay love. For me. Admit it."

Wilson rolled his eyes then he pressed himself against House again, kissing him in an attempt to distract him. After all, he had no intention of admitting that he had, in fact, been pining for House with the big, gay love. It sounded so…juvenile.