A/N: Sorry it took so long again. Hope you like this! I know it's short but it's a sweetie.
House spun the large ball around on his finger, ignoring the arguing fellows.
God, they are annoying, I'm surprised Cuddy hasn't hunted us down yet… or sent Wi- oh
House blinked up at Wilson as he stamped into the room eyes blazing.
We made him angry again.
"HOUSE!"
House twisted in his seat before standing, hands still clenching the ball as if it were a shield.
"What the hell were you thinking!? First you try to kill yourself then you let a HIV patient infect you?"
House paused pouting "I'm not infected, and I didn't try to kill myself! You know why I did that" House pointed accusingly at a deflated Wilson.
Everything was silent for what seemed like an age, House dropped his head staring at his worn sneakers.
Now's our chance, tell him!
"Thanks for the pancakes" House spoke quietly; passing his ball from hand to hand, stomach flipping with nerves.
Wilson put one hand on his hip "What?"
Idiot. That's not what we meant!
"I...I mean…Jimmy…" House put the ball down, turning his face away from Wilson.
"House?" Wilson reached out for a moment his voice low and worried
"Jimmy I lo-" House was stopped by Wilsons loud yelp.
He spun on the spot, everybody staring at the blushing oncologist. "Uhh House? Lets go talk somewhere more… private" Wilson glanced meaningfully at the fellows and pleadingly at House.
Oh oops. We forgot they were there. Wilson knows what we are going to say? Oh god and he isn't running away. Either that or… he wants somewhere he can hurt us without somebody intervening.
House bit his lips but nodded following Wilson out of the room, leaving his fellows to stare in confusion after them.
Wilson strode purposefully towards his own office quickly unlocking the door and ushering House inside. They stood awkwardly for moment before House took a place on the sofa and Wilson leant against his desk both men staring at each other.
"Uh...sooo"
House rolled his eyes at Wilson lame opening statement "Join me on the couch will you?"
Wilson nodded standing and walking slowly over, perching as far away from House as he could
Why is he sitting so far away!!
"S…so these dreams?"
"You've been talking to father Jack?"
"Yeah, nice guy"
"He's alright" the silence was deafening and House turned abruptly in his seat to face his friend, "Look Jimmy, those dream… they made me realise that, well, that I love you"
Wilsons face was immobile just staring back at House in shock.
House shifted, uncomfortable.
That feels so much better… why isn't he doing anything? Oh god we made a big mistake we got it wrong!!
"Jimmy"
Wilson shook his head blinking his eyes "Sorry sorry I just thought… I never thought you just say it like that"
House nodded his eyes wide waiting for Wilson to carry on "and…"
House gestured at Wilson shrugging pleading.
Wilson nodded once "I…" He stopped and began breathing deeply, pushing his shaking hands between his legs.
House sighed "Christ Jimmy hurry up, the fellows will be here is less than a minute, say what you're going to say before you faint"
"I… I love you too"
House let out a deep breath, unsure of what to say feeling nothing
What now?
"What now?" House whispered, his voice suddenly too loud.
Wilson turned to him and finally breathlessly his face broke into a wide grin and suddenly it all came rushing forwards and House let out a bark of relief, the joy the peace in knowing that everything would be okay washing over him
Oh god. Oh he loves us. Kiss him hold him.
House reached out at the same time as Wilson, their movements' jerky awkward and they both reached a hand towards the other. House let his fall on top of the younger mans and he squeezed admiring the large soft palms and strong finger.
They scooted closer to each other "So do we… I mean should we?"
House bit his lip glancing first to their linked fingers then to Wilson's lips and finally his eyes. He let out a soft sigh and felt the hot breath of Wilsons own shallow breathing flowing over his face.
They scooted even closer, Houses other hand reaching up first to Wilsons cheek then his waist and finally resting on his shoulder. Wilson moved his hand and let it fall onto the diagnosticians' knee. They both stared at each other until Wilson began to lean in and…
There was a loud knock at the door. House groaned and dropped his head to his chest
"Go away" he shouted
Damn. Damn damn damn DAMN
"House? Come out! Rich just had a seizure!" the fellows shouted back and House turned back to Wilson running his fingers over the oncologists lips before releasing him and turning to pick up his cane .
Wilson watched him turn away and frowned "Where are you going?" he whispered "What about…"
House turned and smiled sadly down at him "I'll see you at the flat?"
Wilson smiled back up his hand still clenching Houses "Yeah"
He gave the rougher palm a squeeze and lay a soft kiss on the crook of his thumb before letting go and striding around his desk to position himself
"House?!"
"I'm coming I'm coming"
He opened the door glaring at his fellows, hoping his blush could be attributed to an argument with Wilson.
"Right, what could cause seizures?"