Disclaimer: House MD is owned by I think Fox and David Shore. Not me :( Anyways, I hope you liked the first chapter. It was short, but sweet. This one is longer, and hopefully you like it too. Review please!

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Wilson sat in his office, staring at the paper work that needed to be done. He was willing it to be done magically, but was unsuccessful. He grabbed a folder, reading through the contents and made notes, before signing the bottom. He became so engrossed in his work that he didn't hear the door to his office open.

"Dr. Wilson?"

The voice made him jump and his papers flew into the air, and gasp. He looked towards to source of the voice, and saw Cameron standing there, smiling. She walked over to the desk and helped him put his papers back together. After the mess was cleaned up, she sat down across from his desk.

"Is there something I can help you with Dr. Cameron?" Wilson cleared his throat, regaining his composure.

"I wanted to talk to you about House. How has living with him been?" Cameron gave him a friendly smile.

Wilson quirked an eyebrow at her, confused as to her line of questioning. "Uh fine. He never does anything but eat, bitch and sleep. But its nice living there."

Cameron nodded. "And the fact that you have a huge crush on him, doesn't put a dimmer switch on your friendship?" Her smiled grew, as Wilson's cheeks began to turn a nice shade of crimson.

"Cameron, I certainly do not have a crush on House. That's absurd. He is cruel, and selfish. He has no regard for others, or how they feel." He looked away from her, attempting to find a distraction. He knew somewhere inside that House must have some idea how he felt, because he was always there for him, never giving up even when he should. He was always cleaning up his messes, when he should just be walking away.

He looked back at her, and the look on her face was a mixture of concern and pity.

"How can you stay, when he doesn't treat you like an equal, when he uses and abuses you?" Cameron shrugged at him, unable to understand how he could handle it.

Sighing, Wilson admitted something he hated. "I stay…because I love him. He is my best friend, my confidant…the person to which the sun rises and falls with, when it comes to me." He shrugged, realizing that he had never actually admitted that to anyone, not even himself.

She stood up and walked over to the other side of the desk, placing a hand on his. "Are you ok?"

Wilson nodded, and she responded. "If you ever want to talk, seriously, about anything at all, I'm a really good listener. And I know what its like to be around House all the time." She smiled, leaning down and kissing his cheek.

He watched her leave and sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

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After he was done with all of his patients and their paper work, Wilson headed home. He stopped at the grocery store on the way, knowing that by the time he got home, House probably would have eaten at least half of what he had bought the day before.

Sliding his key in the lock, he juggled the bags around, barely managing to make it inside, and close the door without dropping anything. He saw House fast asleep on the couch, Gilmore Girls still playing. Sighing, he put the groceries away, and hung up his jacket, before coming back into the living room. He looked down at House, unable to stop the smile that appeared on his face.

House was laying right along the couch, his bad leg propped up on the arm. His arms were crossed over his chest for warmth, and he had a slight smile on his face. Wilson grabbed a blanket, and laid it along his body. When he reached House's face, he had to resist the urge to kiss him.

He decided dinner was a good idea, and began cooking some chicken. Within 5 minutes of him cooking, House woke up, smelling the food. Feeling mischievous, he decided to scare Wilson by sneaking up on him. He stood up, and hobbled as quietly as he could, peering into the kitchen.

Wilson was washing off some potatoes and humming to himself. He thought about House sleeping on the couch, and how he would react if he had kissed him, slid his hands along his waist, pulling him close. He was so engulfed by his thoughts, that he didn't even hear the cane thudding on the floor behind him.

"Oh, James?"

The voice was soft and seductive, causing a stirring below his belt. It covered him like a warm blanket, wrapping around him. It took him a moment to realize that House was behind him. He turned and gasped. House was merely inches away from him. "Mmm?"

House smiled at this reaction, surprised and intrigued. "Whatcha makin?" He moved a little closer, wondering what would happen.

Wilson could feel his warm breathe on his face, and stopped himself from closing his eyes and enjoying it. He cleared his throat, hoping to regain his composure. "Chicken, mashed potatoes, and either corn or peas." His voice trembled as he finished his response, because House was looking right into his eyes, and his lips were dangerously close.

"Peas…sound good to me." House's voice was a whisper, taunting Wilson. Then he pulled back. "You ok, Jimmy? You seem a little fazed."

"I'm fine, just your voice reminded me of a girl I saw on TV last night, she was gorgeous, and I thought you were her." Wilson lied easily, smiling as he turned back around to finish the potatoes.

House shrugged, now understanding why his friend was looking at him the way he had been. "Let me know when its ready." He hobbled back into the living room, plopping back on the couch. He thought about what had just happened, and something inside him had hurt a little, when Jimmy had told him he was envisioning a girl, when he was taunting him. He sighed, looking back at the screen.

Wilson finished preparing the meals, his mind playing with what had happened earlier. He wished House hadn't just been messing with him. He wished House had really wanted him. He also wished, that he hadn't had to lie to him. Shaking his head, he brought out the plates, beckoning House to the table. He hobbled over and sat down, while Wilson grabbed a couple of beers, placing one in front of House, then sitting down to enjoy the meal.

They sat in silence, both not sure what to say. Wilson kept stealing glances at House, who was staring right into his plate. House could feel his eyes, wondering what he wanted. When they finished, Wilson took the plates into the kitchen, rinsing them off.

"What was her name?"

House's voice startled him, but he only glanced at him, before getting back to the dishes.

"Who?"

"The girl, on TV last night." He hobbled over to the counter, beside Wilson.

Wilson quirked an eyebrow at him, before remembering his lie. "It was Lindsay Lohan or Kate Beckinsale. I can't remember. Why?"

"How could you have envisioned her, when I was taunting you, if you aren't sure who you were envisioning." His voice was accusative, wondering what was really going on.

"Just drop it, ok?" Wilson finished with the dishes, and walked back into the living room, followed by House.

"No, what's going on Jimmy? You never lie to me, but I know what you look like when you lie. You lied to your ex wives, telling them you were at the hospital, but you were sitting here with me." House looked at him, not understanding.

"Greg…just…stop, ok? Leave it the fuck alone." Wilson refused to look at House, unsure of what he might say or do when if he looked into his eyes.

House hobbled closer, standing barely two feet away from his friend. He tried to read him, but wasn't sure what he was reading. Wilson looked confused and scared, but he couldn't understand why.

"Jimmy…I don't get it. What's wrong?" His voice was full of concern, something that rarely occurred with House.

Wilson sighed, looked at House. "What's wrong is that in the kitchen I wanted you to do this…" He closed the space between them, and placed his lips softly on House's. He slid one hand around the back of House's head, holding him there, and the other hand snaked around his waist.

House stood there, confused as fuck. Wilson was kissing him, and it felt good, really good. He was even holding him. But reality kicked in, and his thoughts ruin what could have been pleasure. Jimmy is kissing me, why? Why am I enjoying this?? His thoughts were interrupted by Wilson pulling away.

"I…I'm sorry." Wilson grabbed his jacket and walked out, leaving House alone.