' God, don't move- '

House remarked forcefully. How did he even end in this situation? He didn't exactly remember. He was working late on a case, he had guard after all, and Wilson seemed to have the same disliked duty, so they started talking and well.. Things passed, that would explain everything. House wasn't.. gay, and he found no delight in being called so, but, he was quite curious how did Wilson's lips taste like, or how it would be to bite him on the neck.

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House pushed Wilson against the base of the counter, his hand forcefully placed in his mouth to shut him up. It was a fact that they were both a mess, and if someone saw them like that.. Bye bye reputation. House checked the side, trying to see the person that entered looking for him.. The footsteps were hurried, maybe they would go away eventually. House gritted his teeth a bit, it was already bad that his painkillers were inside of his jacket - and his jacket was tossed on the other side of the room. His leg was hurting like the one and only hell, but he had tossed his cane away with his jacket when he was in intercourse with Wilson. Soon enough, the footsteps died down and the sound of the door closing made House relax at least a bit.

' Urgh... I hope they don't count me as disappeared. '

Mumbled House, as he slowly slipped his hand away from covering Wilson's mouth, who was now panting a bit. It was natural, too overwhelming for the other Doctor.. And more when it was with House. How did they end up in this situation? That was everything House could think of, but strangely enough — He didn't felt guilty nor anything close to that word, he actually enjoyed the time they spend here.. Although he should have checked out before anything else. He shifted his bad leg uncomfortably as he stayed crouching lowly, like if he were prepared for any kind of surprise. His head was snapped to the side, looking at the door instead of Wilson. He didn't want more interruptions from their break..