Something to think about

"Help!...Help? Oh yes I need help alright, a considerable amount of help."

The Oncologist, face still bright red, was clawing viciously at his pants. As he tried to remove the trousers which were now stuck at his ankles, he began hopping on his left foot and moving round in circles as he did so. He was failing miserably and House could do nothing but stand and watch in amusement.

"I take it we are not talking about the pants anymore?"

Wilson chose to give up on them and make eye contact with House for the first time since they had woken up. For the first time since they had...had... Wilson couldn't physically finish the thought through fear that he would self destruct. He didn't have to though. His thoughts were stopped by the look of anticipation on House's face and he realised he hadn't answered the question.

"No, we are not. We are not talking about any of it ever again. Go get a shower, I'll make you breakfast, then you can go to the clinic. Everything back to normal!"

Wilson's voice was breaking as he forced the last line from his quivering lips. House wondered how much he remembered about the night before and was about to ask, when he saw Wilson's large pleading eyes and realised he remembered every little hot intimate detail. House also quickly realised Wilson wasn't able to face this yet. So he played along with the charade.

"Everything back to normal mean I get pancakes?"

The relief on Wilson's face was evident as his shoulders relaxed and a small smile appeared on his lips.

"If that's what you want then yes .Now are you going for a shower?"

House knew Wilson was trying to get rid of him for a while. For around ten minutes to be precise. However House did not feel like granting him that wish. This was mainly because he had no desire to shower and therefore rinse away the smell of Wilson from his clammy skin and also because he didn't want to move from his friend's side just yet. Even if it was only to a neighbouring room the separation would have been too uncomfortable and there was a chance Wilson would use those ten minutes to disappear. House was snapped from his thought process when he suddenly noticed Wilson looking everywhere but at him. He decided he better speak, so he made reference to the other prominent smell engulfing his body.

"No, I feel it best to turn up to work smelling of a brewery that way Cuddy will send me home quicker."

The utter look of horror on Wilson at the thought of going to work unclean always made House smile inwardly. They really were the odd couple. And yet House's hygiene hadn't been an issue for Wilson last night when he licked every inch of him several times. He would have said this if he wasn't certain that upon doing so, he'd never see Wilson's pancakes again. He therefore decided to encourage the normalcy Wilson craved. Even if it was a ridiculous notion considering deep down both had realised nothing would be 'normal' ever again.

"So... what will you be doing today while I'm slogging my guts out in hell with Satan and her minions."

"Nothing...thinking..."

Wilson was placing the pancakes in front of House and his ability to make eye contact had once again ceased. He was sweaty, he was hung-over, his hair was everywhere and he was now wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He was to House, absolutely magnificent when he looked like this and he didn't even realise it. House decided it was now time to get away for a while and let them both clear their heads of everything which had been clogging them up since last night. He spoke to Wilson as soothingly as was possible for him.

"Ok then, well duty calls and by duty calling, I mean hussy screeches if I stall with clinic hours any longer, so I'll be getting out of your uncharacteristically non blow dried hair now."

House felt like he had just had the most uncomfortable breakfast experience he'd ever had with someone he slept with and considering he had ate breakfast once with a hooker, this was saying something. Only this time though this wasn't some money grabbing whore, this was Wilson. This shouldn't be awkward, it should feel a hundred things but never awkward. House concluded it was perhaps a foreboding sign of things to come if he didn't act quickly. Wilson, though minus hooker and plus ex wife, was pretty much feeling and thinking in the same way, except he had no thoughts of any further action taking place.

House grabbed his things and decided now he would do what he had been planning all morning since Cuddy appeared. It probably wasn't the smartest move but he had to do something. Grabbing his things and putting them right next to the door, he was now set for a quick exit. It would almost definitely be needed.

"I'm leaving now Wilson"

Wilson Hadn't replied to House, instead he nodded downwards and then walked towards the sink and began stacking the dishes up for washing. House moved slowly towards him as to not alarm him by his presence but he needn't have bothered. Wilson was most definitely in a world of his own, a world where straight male best friends don't suddenly get shit faced, declare their undying love for one another and then consummate the thing. When House was close enough to carry out his plan he said Wilson's name as a whisper and yet it was enough to snap him from his thoughts and back into the real world.

"James"

Wilson automatically turned round; shocked at how this action had meant their faces were now only millimetres apart. House looked at the Oncologist's face like he was drinking it up, searching every corner, focusing on his eyes which were now like saucers. It was then that House began to focus on the younger man's lips. He lifted his hand as if he were about to place it somewhere warm and full and wet but then thought better of it. His hand returned to his side once more. He spoke hoarsely and he was shaking but he was still resolute in the action he was about to take.

"I figured I'd give you something to think about before I leave for work"

With that House grabbed the Oncologist's head in his hands and kissed him with an urgency and force that he had not believed he had in him and yet here it was, causing Wilson to be powerless to prevent it from continuing. He had of course struggled somewhat to fight House off but House then simply moved his grip into a bear hug to restrain his friends arms, all the while making sure he never broke from the kiss. House pushed Wilson backwards towards the sink were the dishes were stacked up. Their bodies were as close as they had been first thing that morning, when they lay entwined in each other's supportive embrace. Dishwater swayed fiercely at the edges of the sink causing it to overflow and splash all over Wilson. The slippery wetness caused House's hands to involuntarily slide downwards towards the Oncologist's lower back. His hands were now only inches from his ass. He had pushed a startled Wilson so far back now; the faucet had been accidentally stroked by them both, causing water to erupt uncontrollably from it. As the chaos built around them and between them, the dishes crashing to the kitchen floor were the only symbolic indication that everything between them up untill this moment had been shattered to pieces.