House pushed Wilson out of his mind. He had to. And he could, because if there was one thing alcohol did for him, it was made him completely incapable of concentrating on more than one thing at a time. That was probably why he could barely feel the dull ache in his leg at all. All he could think about at the moment was sex. Chase. Now.

He grabbed Chase's shirt again and pulled him over to the beds, which was thankfully a short distance because his cane had already clattered to the ground. He leaned back against the bed and hauled Chase against him, kissing him again and starting to yank at his shirt.