(House's P.O.V)
I sat on my favorite chair and listened to the CD I gotten from Mexico. I closed my eyes, and hummed to the song. A knock came from the door, and I went to go see who was bothering me at this time. Wilson stood in front of me, in a Tank top and shorts. "I didn't think it was that hot outside."I said before moving to the side to let Him in. "um, I didn't know you liked Santana... I would've brought my CDs over." He said sitting down on the sofa. "Well, I do you think I really pay any attention to what you listen to?"I shot back from the kitchen. I came back out with two beers, and handed one to Wilson. "So, you like Latin music now?" Wilson asked, before taking a sip of his beer. "Eh, it depends on how it sounds."I said before sitting on my good sighed, and sunk deeper into the sofa. He was so drunk now; he didn't even understand what I said to him. "James....you need to go to ever you are dating right now, staying here is not the best idea."I said getting up to get the beer out of Wilson's grip. I got my hands on the beer, but Wilson pulled back. I finally realized the position I was in, I had my hands near his shoulders, his legs spread apart, me in between them. I felt James's breath hit his face. He slowly leaned forward to meet me in a kiss. I felt Wilson's tongue force into my mouth, going to the roof of my mouth. He gave a slight moan, his erection growing. I pulled away, blushing. "You should go."I said stuttering. "Why should I? My girlfriend kicked me out of the room, and I have nowhere else to go....and besides, I would want to kiss you again." He said with a drunken tone. "You're drunk; you'll regret what you do tonight by tomorrow morning." I said standing to my original position.
(Wilson's P.O.V)
I stared at him. Why was he being reluctant at my idea of kissing him again! I could tell he liked it, but he thinks I m better off with my ex-girlfriend and not with him, the heartbreaker name Greg House. I got up, Centimeters away from his lips. "I know you liked it, admit it." I said my hand running up and down his arm. He blushed and stuttered out "I...didn't..." He said before He gave me a kiss. He pushed me down on to the sofa, length wise. I could feel him growing in his pants. I moaned when he pressed his hand on mine. "Greg."I moaned out before sliding out of my shorts. I un-zipped his pants and tugged them off hard. He grabbed my wrists and frowned. "Don t go fast" he said before kissing me again. I woke up in the morning, we were in his bed. I looked at the clock, and gave a small sigh. I looked at Greg, his back was facing me. I sat on the edge of the bed and put my hands to my head. I felt him turn to face me. i looked over my shoulder and gave a weak smile. "i told you that you would regret this." he said with a yawn. "I don't regret it; I fantasized about having sex with you."I said turning my head to look out the window. "Oh really?" he said before sitting up. "Yeah."I sighed out. He sat next to me, and blue eyes looking at my Brown eyes. "All this happened by Beer and Latin music...." He laughed out. I smiled and nodded my head. Collage, beer, and Latin music is how I fell in love with this bastard of a friend.
I sat on my favorite chair and listened to the CD I gotten from Mexico. I closed my eyes, and hummed to the song. A knock came from the door, and I went to go see who was bothering me at this time. Wilson stood in front of me, in a Tank top and shorts. "I didn't think it was that hot outside."I said before moving to the side to let Him in. "um, I didn't know you liked Santana... I would've brought my CDs over." He said sitting down on the sofa. "Well, I do you think I really pay any attention to what you listen to?"I shot back from the kitchen. I came back out with two beers, and handed one to Wilson. "So, you like Latin music now?" Wilson asked, before taking a sip of his beer. "Eh, it depends on how it sounds."I said before sitting on my good sighed, and sunk deeper into the sofa. He was so drunk now; he didn't even understand what I said to him. "James....you need to go to ever you are dating right now, staying here is not the best idea."I said getting up to get the beer out of Wilson's grip. I got my hands on the beer, but Wilson pulled back. I finally realized the position I was in, I had my hands near his shoulders, his legs spread apart, me in between them. I felt James's breath hit his face. He slowly leaned forward to meet me in a kiss. I felt Wilson's tongue force into my mouth, going to the roof of my mouth. He gave a slight moan, his erection growing. I pulled away, blushing. "You should go."I said stuttering. "Why should I? My girlfriend kicked me out of the room, and I have nowhere else to go....and besides, I would want to kiss you again." He said with a drunken tone. "You're drunk; you'll regret what you do tonight by tomorrow morning." I said standing to my original position.
(Wilson's P.O.V)
I stared at him. Why was he being reluctant at my idea of kissing him again! I could tell he liked it, but he thinks I m better off with my ex-girlfriend and not with him, the heartbreaker name Greg House. I got up, Centimeters away from his lips. "I know you liked it, admit it." I said my hand running up and down his arm. He blushed and stuttered out "I...didn't..." He said before He gave me a kiss. He pushed me down on to the sofa, length wise. I could feel him growing in his pants. I moaned when he pressed his hand on mine. "Greg."I moaned out before sliding out of my shorts. I un-zipped his pants and tugged them off hard. He grabbed my wrists and frowned. "Don t go fast" he said before kissing me again. I woke up in the morning, we were in his bed. I looked at the clock, and gave a small sigh. I looked at Greg, his back was facing me. I sat on the edge of the bed and put my hands to my head. I felt him turn to face me. i looked over my shoulder and gave a weak smile. "i told you that you would regret this." he said with a yawn. "I don't regret it; I fantasized about having sex with you."I said turning my head to look out the window. "Oh really?" he said before sitting up. "Yeah."I sighed out. He sat next to me, and blue eyes looking at my Brown eyes. "All this happened by Beer and Latin music...." He laughed out. I smiled and nodded my head. Collage, beer, and Latin music is how I fell in love with this bastard of a friend.
