House sat in his office playing his game boy. Stupid Pokéman…mon, oh whatever. He really didn't care. All he knew was that he couldn't beat this stupid gym for the life of him. For the eighth time in the last five minutes he had been killed (so to speak), and it was pissing him off. He growled, contemplating throwing the stupid game across his office, but his better judgment kicked in. The last thing he wanted to do was have to pay for a broken window, or even worse, have to listen to Cuddy's bitching. He sighed heavily and went back to playing his game. He was so engrossed with what he was doing; he didn't even notice his office door slide open, then close again.

"What are you doing House?" A voice spoke behind him, causing the poor crippled man to jump. His blue eyes snapped angrily in the direction of the offending voice. Blue orbs meeting amused brown. House grunted in acknowledgement, before returning to his game.

"Don't you have work to do?" The voice spoke again, causing him to lose his concentration. He grunted again, this one more forceful and irritated. The offending male walked over to House's desk, peering over his shoulder.

"You're going to-'' the screen flashed black, a "you lose" sign flashing brightly. House glared hard, from the game, back to his friend.

"You think you can do better? Here," House shoved the game forcefully into Wilson's hands. "You do it." House sat back in his chair, arms crossed.

"Fine," Wilson said, taking a seat on the corner of House's desk. He sighed, pushed the reset button, and set off to work. After a few moments passed, a smile began to spread across Wilson's face.

"Here, all done." He said, pushing the game back into a shocked House's opened hands. Wilson stood up shaking his head as he began walking away. Just before he turned the doorknob, two firm hands met his waist, pulling him back into a warm, firm torso.

"Don't you want you're consolation prize?" House whispered huskily, his lips mere centimeters from Wilson's ear. Wilson couldn't help but shiver. He turned in Houses arms and smiled.

"Maybe later, Say… Eight o'clock, your place?" Wilson smiled, running his slender fingers down House's rough cheek, causing the older man to blush.

"It's a date." House smiled, catching his best friends lip's in a rough, but passionate kiss.