Truth or Dare
"Truth or dare…" House started, one evening as he sat on their couch, his feet in Wyatt's lap. He was turning the pages of the latest Play Boy, trying to get Wyatt's attention by ogling the women in the spread.
"I am not playing that game with you. You lie and you make fun of my dares," Wyatt replied, ignoring the Play Boy knowing that House admired the female from, but more importantly House was trying to get a rise out of him. He focused on the book in his hand although he had been reading the same paragraph over and over for a half hour.
"Come on… damn she's hot…"
"No." He tried to ignore the movement in his lap, tried to ignore the fact that House was idly tracing him through his pants. Now it was a battle of the wills. He could not give in. He would not give in to the game, to the magazine, or the feet in his lap. He groaned audibly as House rubbed at a particularly sensitive spot.
House's smirk was hidden by the magazine he held up. Teasing Wyatt was fun.
"Fine. Truth," he said with a sigh. It was sex House wanted, not really a game of truth and dare, but he wasn't going to give in this easily. It would be more pleasurable the longer he made House wait. That and to be honest, House's dares were downright illegal at worst and embarrassing for Wyatt in the least.
Truth or Dare
He knew he was in trouble when he came through the door of their apartment and saw House waiting for him, with a smirk on his face. He sighed and hung up his coat in the hallway closet and threw himself into the chair across from House.
"Spill. Who told you? I am going to kill them."
"I protect my sources. A dollar, Wilson? Really? A dollar? Who even dares someone to steal a dollar anyway? I don't even know what is more pathetic, the dare or the fact you got caught doing it." He was grinning. This was too good.
"I changed my mind. I don't want to talk about it."
"But I do. What did you dare her to do?" He already knew, 13 had been too willing to share after lock down. Wilson was an idiot.
"I said I don't want to talk about it." He leaned his head back, a migraine coming on.
"No? Of course maybe I wouldn't want to talk about it either. Show her breasts to Taub? You shmuck. You could have at least dared her to flash me…or I don't know… YOURSELF? Both of you are lame," he declared. "I obviously need to teach you how to play the game."
His head popped up and his eyes widened. He held out both hands, palms up. "No. Absolutely not. There will be no more truth or dare," he said, getting up and retreating to his bathroom, hands to ears to drown out anything House might reply with.