Title: Wilson's Glasses
Author: Taisa Prongsie
Pairing: House and Wilson.
Rating: R
Warnings: The two doctors are getting older, though it's not entirely a bad thing.

Disclaimer: If I truly owned them, I would never leave the house.

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Wilson's sweatpants-adorned legs were tucked underneath him on House's couch, his McGill sweatshirt clung loosely to his frame, his hair was a rumpled mess, and a pencil was placed behind each ear. While digging through a number of files that needed to be presented the next morning at the oncology benefit Princeton-Plainsboro was hosting this year, he didn't notice that House was eyeing him suspiciously.

From his recliner, he was able to watch the younger man read through thousands of notes.

The sight brought him back to when he had just met Wilson; a fresh-faced doctor, just out of his fellowship. The man was known, back then, to pull out his notes during free time in order to keep up on his studies. Although he had seen similar versions, there was something new to add: Wilson's glasses.

Both doctors were all too aware of how old each was becoming. As if the grey in their hair weren't enough, the physicians they were seeing would give them new tests that were more invasive than your average blood draw, and they were being handed new pairs of glasses everywhere they turned.

Even Wilson, barely at the 40-year mark, suddenly started wearing glasses within the last few months. Despite the nostalgia, House smirked deeply. The way they framed his face perfectly was horribly attractive.

"Since when did Wilson need to study anyway?" he thought while stalking over to his best friend.

With a hand on Wilson's firm chest, House pushed him backwards to the open expanse of his leather couch before landing on top of him. Kissing him furiously, House practically growled into his lover's mouth.

Stopping the kiss, the younger man panted. "House, what the hell? I'm studying, and you have a hand. If you need something right now, you're a grown man; you can take care of it yourself."

House pressed his body against the oncologist's hips. "Such a valiant attempt, James...," he leaned down and wrapped his hand over the building erection pressing into his own hip. "The way you say it, as if I'm the only one turned on."

Crimson spread across his pale skin. "Regardless, I need to make sure I'm up to date on everything."

With a growl, House leaned down, placing his open, wet, warm mouth over James' hard on. Blowing hot air through the thin sweatpants, he could feel the way his best friend responded to his body already.

Scowling slightly that his body should respond so automatically to House's ministrations, he placed his book down. "Fuck it. I'll wake up early."

"Very good, Jimmy. I almost thought I would've had to seduce you." Receiving a non-committal grunt, James shrugged off his shirt, and was about to reach for his glasses when a strong hand stopped him.

"Leave those on for tonight," House ordered.