Hey! well here is Ch 14 I decided to divide it in have because...well I am just like that. The next one will have the present opening...which means it is soon coming to an end. BUt its ok because I have already started the sequel and I am really trying to be less fangirlish about that one. Seriously, the fangirl in me needs to be sedated. well anywho...


"There! Sheets are fresh and clean" Wilson beamed with satisfaction as he entered the living room.

"Aww, Thanks muffin," House said from behind a medical journal, he had been lying on the sofa waiting for Wilson and drinking his coffee.

"Muffin?" Wilson furrowed his eyebrows.

"Trying out pet names, what you don't like it? " He threw the journal on the floor with the others he had been browsing.

"Only if I get to call you bagel" Wilson answered without skipping a beat, he picked up the journals and sat them in a neat pile on the coffee table.

"Hmm…not as good as a muffing though" House sat up making room for Wilson the couch and began to whine like a puppy so Wilson would sit next to him. "I won't bite…unless you want me too." He threw him a mischievous grin.

A chill ran down Wilson's back as he turned towards the couch, House's eyes on him the entire time.

"I do" he let himself fall next to him on the couch and was quickly cornered by House.

His eyes fluttered closed enjoying House's weight partly on him as he nibbled and sucked on his neck, collarbone, and various other places.

"Mmm…Greg that's good" he put his hand behind House's neck urging him to continue.

House slowly pulled away and settled back on the couch as his body reminded him of how tired he was. As much as he hated it, his body was to tired to keep up with all the things he wanted to do to Wilson and he realized that he would have to settle for the things that had been going through his head in the shower…the ones before Wilson had joined him.

He looked at Wilson who was watching him intently, his back was resting on the arm rest, his left leg was bent between them, and the other was slightly hanging on the side of the couch. He was relaxed and was finding pure pleasure in watching House.

"what?' House asked amused

"nothing" Wilson smiled and began stroking House's hand, if House didn't know any better he'd swear Wilson had gotten into a cancer patients stash, "You just…do it for me"

House couldn't help but snort at that, "Well I figured that much…come here."

He wrapped his arm around Wilson's waist and slid his hand under his shirt, which was actually his shirt, feeling the younger doctors warm skin.

"Perfect fit" he whispered into Wilson's hair.

"So are we gay?" House asked himself more than Wilson.

"I don't know, I mean sex with women is great"

"Mhm" House agreed.

"But I don't think I have ever …I mean that was…sooo unbelievably …amazing" Wilson thought he felt House shudder.

"Hey, you know what we should try?" House smiled.

"hmm?" Wilson looked up at House's dilated pupils.

"We should try bringing in a certain aussi into the mix." …

"Oww!!" House touched the spot where Wilson had jabbed him on the side, "I was kidding!" He chuckled.

"Not funny"

"I was kidding!"

"You better be."

"you look so cute when you pout like that"

"I am not pouting"

"Yes you are"

"No I am not!"

"Fine…you are not…I love you."

"I love you too…I am not sharing you."

"You don't have too"

Before they knew it they were both laying there, drifting off to sleep on the couch House's back against the couch, arms wrapped around Wilson, face buried in Wilson's neck, and right leg carefully positioned between Wilson's thighs.