'House , you can't make me give Wilson a blow job! And why me, why not Thirteen or Cuddy?' Foreman had gotten up now, pacing the elevator. Well, pacing the little places of the floor that didn't have legs.

'I can make you do all my clinic hours for lets say oh, three months... I can also make both your lives a living hell. And as for it being done by a woman... No. Besides, no one has picked you. You have a right to play, it's only fair.'

'Since when did you start being fair?'

House only frowned and challenged him with his scowl. The idea here was to ridicule Wilson and never letting him with the fact that he got sucked by a man. But he couldn't tell him that of course, then it wouldn't be as fun. And why was he obsessing so much over humiliating his friend? Why did he want the spot light to go away from Cuddy? Why was he being so over protective? After all those years he spent spreading every rumor he could about her sex life, now he was irritated by the fact that others got to listen.

Wilson knew House would indeed make them experience the rest of their lives as a living hell. He knew that wherever he'd go House would find him, he was like the plague and Foreman couldn't quit his job and so he really didn't have a choice now did he? Hell or give a man a blow job and get on with his life in "peace".

Wilson got up on his feet and began to unbuckle his belt, Foreman just stood in place, his eyes widening as he saw reality come closer, 'Oh, hell no! Wilson, Wilson don't you dare drop them pants.'

Thirteen could help but laugh once she saw the oncologist's boxer shorts, they were gray and had red fire ants drawn all over them, it had a big cartoon one with a little bubble that quoted "In the pants".

'Good god, Wilson...' House's laugh was inevitable, the boxer shorts were goofy as hell.

'Foreman, just get on with it so we can live a less painful life after tonight.'

'But,' Foreman's scoff interrupted his whole sentence the sight of those boxer shorts was just too much, 'but,' and again the scoff that was just pissing Wilson off even more, 'the fire ants could bite me.'

The others that were having more control in their laugh but couldn't bare hide the smile and tried to cover it with their hands discreetly just blurted out in laughter.

'Okay, okay.' Foreman dropped to his knees and squint his eyes, tightly shutting them completely closed as he saw Wilson's hand grab the black waist band.

Everyone's laughter disappeared in an instant. All the silence didn't make Foreman and Wilson's situation any better.

A harsh groan escaped his throat as he came, the fact that another man was the cause of this climax was petrifying. Neither men dared to look at each other as they sat back. Foreman's eyes didn't leave the sealing and Wilson buried his face in his left hand.

'It's fine, you aren't gay.' Thirteen broke the silence, trying to make both men feel better about this moment.

'Thirteen, truth or dare?'

She already knew what Wilson wanted to ask her so she chose truth.

'How did you know you were bisexual?'

'I felt attracted to women. You know, the knot in my stomach, I couldn't stop thinking about this particular girl in my elective class, she was so hot and I wanted to do so many things to her. Whenever I was near her I got nervous, the same way I got when I was around the guy I liked. Then I knew. Now, the fact that you just came in another man's mouth doesn't make you gay. If you want to do it again then... You might be gay.'

'I was actually thinking about Cuddy and all the noises she made.'

House's jaw tightened. Was that jealousy? No! He just wanted her zesty body, never in his right mind would he be attracted to "her". He shouldn't be wanting to punch his friend's face until it bled for his comment.

Wilson laughed internally, knowing it would bother House but then regretting what he had just said as he saw Cuddy's features turn to pure embarrassment.

'Okay... Then you have no problem...'

'Taub, truth or dare.'

'Truth.'

'Where you the slightest bit turned on by Wilson and Foreman's perfomance?'

'No,' it was a sturdy "no", not hesitated but firm. With the corner of his eye he glanced over to House who was twirling his cane, 'I was turned on by Cuddy's performance though.' House stopped twirling his cane immediately and and took a deep breath, thinking no one saw his reaction to the comment he proceeded to twirl the cane as if nothing ever happened. But Taub knew better, he was 99% certain that House was jealous and he wanted to turn the cards on House's game a little.

'Cuddy, truth or dare?'

Pick dare, pick dare, pick dare, was all Taub was hopping for.

Don't you dare pick dare! No, pick dare, it's not as if I cared. But you do you, you'd drown in jealousy if she were dared to perform a sexual act on another man. House tried his best to ignore that annoying little voice in his head.

'Dare.'

Even though Taub's plan involved her choosing dare, he couldn't help but notice that she hasn't once chosen truth.

'May I ask you a question before I give you your dare?'

'No.'

'Why?'

'Because I chose dare, not truth.'

'Why are you avoiding the questions? Are you hiding something and are afraid we might ask?'

'Don't be ridiculous.'

'Fine, fine, I dare you to give Chase... a "blow job",' the emphasis on those last words where stabbing House. It made him want to sit on a knife. Chases eyes, however, lite up like a child in Christmas morning.

'Didn't you just see a blow job?'

'Yes, but, male/male blow jobs do not turn me on. Watching you give a blow job would be much more satisfying. I'd dare you to give me one but... I'm trying to be faithful now.'

Chase was already standing up and eagerly unbuckling his belt when he felt Cuddy's hand over his, stopping him and using him as support to stand up.

'You can pay money if you don't want to do the dare.' House wanted to bite his tongue after saying that, jealousy took over all his rational thoughts.

She turned her head back, her signature smirk covered her facial features, 'Who said I didn't want to. Maybe it has been a fantasy I've always had.'