Author's Note: I do not own House, M.D. or anything associated with it. Wish I did, but I don't.
Nor do I own anything associated with the song used in the drabble. Though, I did get the idea from another H/W fic involving someone's iPod on shuffle. I can't find it now, but I did want to credit the author for giving me inspiration. :D

Song: The Corrs - Breathless
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James Wilson has the sort of relationship with his best friend that he either forgets how to keep his hands to himself or, conversely, he forgets how to breathe.

When House becomes overly snarky, Wilson gives him a piece of his mind. At his best, Wilson snarks back. Their witty repartee was the foundation of the relationship in the first place. At his worst, however, Wilson giving House a piece of his mind translates into a piece of his hand connecting with a piece of House's head.

The slightest touch and I feel weak...

Then there were other times where his hands couldn't control themselves as a result of wanton lust. They would ghost along pale skin, eliciting reactions from his best friend that drove him wild. Blue eyes would pierce hazel ones, desperately demanding friction, heat and passion.

Come on, come on, leave me breathless...

Occasionally, though, House would say something to Wilson that would irritate him to the point where he couldn't breathe. When Wilson forgets to breathe, House always smirks, knowing he won the battle that particular time.

Let me long for your kiss...

Out of all reactions, the most interesting for House to cause, was the breathlessness after kissing. House would capture Wilson's mouth in a surprise kiss, causing the oncologist's eyes to widen and close happily, making him moan contentedly, and finally, forget how to breathe.