Disclaimer : I don't even own a house, never mind the House.

Characters : House, Wilson

Warnings : None-- wait. Slightly crackish.

House's Ear

House walked into Wilson's hotel room, without knocking, bearing a six-pack of beer. Wilson heard the sounds and quickly exited the shower. He got dressed and went out to see House.

Wilson took one glance at House and his expression changed from relaxed, to pure shock. "What . . . is that?" he asked, slowly.

"Why whatever are you talking about, Dr. Wilson?" House questioned innocently.

Wilson glared at House. "You know what I'm talking about," he said, annoyed. "Your ear."

House reached up and touched his ear. "What about it?"

Wilson groaned. "Your other one!" This time, Wilson extravagently pointed at House's other ear, that had a sparkling, diamond stud in the lobe.

"Ohhhh, this ear," House said, pretending to just get it. He fiddled with the piercing between his fingers, despite the fact that it was still quite tender. "You don't like it"
"Uh," Wilson paused. He didn't want to say no, but he really didn't want to condone House's childish-rebellion behaviour. It did look surprisingly natural on House. But Wilson was still against it. ". . . What I'm more concerned with is why you did it."

"Oh? I need a reason to feel pretty," House explained, seriously.

Wilson sighed. He reached out and touched the earring. House unintentionally winced. Wilson's eyebrows shot up.

"How much does it hurt?"

House shrugged. "Compared to . . ." House's voice trailed off. "Not much."

Wilson sighed once more. "Here," he said, softly. Wilson walked back into the bathroom and came out a moment later, with a small tube in his hand. "Apply this once a day to make sure it doesn't get infected, okay?"

House rolled his eyes. "Okay, mommy," her replied, snidely. Wilson glared at him. House smiled at him falsely.

"Seriously, House, it'll suck if it get infected," Wilson said, trying to mask most of his concern.

"Oh, wow, thanks Dr. Wilson. I didn't know that, since I'm obviously not a doctor," House replied, sarcasm dripping from his every word.

"House . . ." Wilson's voiced trailed off. His voice had been laced with a scolding tone, but it was dimished in the middle.

They sat down on the fold-out couch a moment later, and ordered a pay-per-view movie. There was a comfortable silence filling the room as the opening credits of the film rolled. A moment after the first beer was opened, the silence was broken.

Surprisingly enough, it was broken by House. "Wanna touch it?"

At first, Wilson was confused, but he quickly caught on. "What, no!"

"Why not?"

"The better question is why would I want to?"

"You've never felt an earring on a man before!"

". . . really not inticing me to touch it, House."

House opened his mouth to argue some more, but closed it soon after. House didn't really care either way. Wilson, on the other hand, wished that House had continued badgering him.

(Because he really did want to touch it.)

-pointlesspointlesspointless-
I am so pointless.

-Taryn