Zipper

House frowned as he buttoned his jeans and looked quizzically at the zipper, staring at it like he had never seen one before.

"Problem?" Wilson asks, concern etched on his face as he takes a step closer to his friend.

House looks up at him in confusion and then back down at his pants. "I forget how to do my zipper." he mumbled half to himself.

At first Wilson doesn't believe him. "Any other neurological deficits?" he inquired sarcastically rolling his eyes as he tossed House's chart onto the foot of the gurney.

"No." House said slowly, staring at his still open fly like it was an unsolvable set of symptoms on his whiteboard.

"Here." Wilson said as he realized House wasn't just messing with him. He reached down and fumbled with the zipper trying to find the pull tab that had embedded itself in the seam of the jean's fly. "Dammit" he swore softly, blushing as the back of his left hand brushed against the full front of House's boxers.

"You just pull....pull the tab up like that." Wilson stammered as he finally freed the stubborn zipper and zipped his friend up.

"Interesting." House noted dryly as he took in his friend's beet red face. "Thanks for the lesson, but you didn't have to be so touchy feely. I do remember how to jerk off, but if you want to give me a refresher...." he snarked, grinning as Wilson turned even redder.