Hooray for drunkenness! It may seem OOC, but that's just 'cause this is what I imagine they might act like when drunk. Contains some fluff/suggestive-ness.

The Buddy Collections

Chapter 4: Comfy

It was late at night in the home of Dr. House. Said doctor had invited his friend over for beer, and it was looking as though the oncologist would be staying the night. They were getting pretty wasted, after all.

"--And, that, Jimmy boy, is why I prefer being drunk with friends over being sober with friends." House concluded, taking a drink of his beer.

Wilson looked at him, "God, Greg, you talk too damn much."

The blue eyed man let out a little chuckle, "And you're obviously drunk."

"How's-"hiccup"-that?"

"You hardly ever call me by my first name, Jimmy boy."

Wilson studied his drink for a moment, then shrugged, "I have a perfectly good excuse, right here in my hand."

"Or maybe your suppressed attraction for me is finally surfacing?" House suggested with a smirk.

It was the dark eyed man's turn to chuckle, "Yeah, that's gotta be it."

xXx

House woke up the following day to find the sun in his eyes. He let out a groan, and went to turn, finding he couldn't. There was an unfamiliar weight on his lap. It was all over, so he figured that either A) the numbing pain from his right leg had some how shifted so that it was now in both legs, or B) there was a foreign object in his lap that he hadn't put there.

He looked down. He smirked to himself, 'Choice "B" it is.'

Wilson's head had somehow managed to make its way to House's lap, his face turned out towards the television. Blue eyes trailed down the prone form, finding that the other's legs were hanging over the arm of the couch. He looked back at the peaceful, sleeping face. This was gonna serve as future fun and teasing for sure.

He put a hand on the other's soft, brown hair, and gently shook the head beneath it, "Wilson."

The man merely let out a sigh.

He shook him a bit harder, "Wilson."

A hand reached up to push away the annoyance, "Go 'way..."

House sighed, and narrowed his eyes, "No, dammit. Get the hell up."

"No... too comfy."

The diagnostician smirked wickedly. Oh yes. Wonderful teasing material.

He shoved the other's head again, "I don't care how 'comfy' my lap is. Get up."

Wilson's eyes shot open, "Y-Your what?"

House gripped the man's hair and forced his head to turn and face him. His smile was full of amusement, "Good morning, Wilson."

The brunette's eyes widened, horrified, as he realized the compromising situation both he and his fellow doctor were in. He quickly sat up, turning his body so that his legs faced the television. He rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to look at the other, his face bright red.

"What? No good morning kiss?"

"Shut up."

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It's longer than previous chapters! Yay! Well... that was as fluffy as it was gonna get. I promise to you, and myself, that more will happen. However, patience is a virtue. Thanks for reading. Constructive criticism and comments, even ones that are like "OMG! I love it!" are welcome. Flames will be used as fire wood for smores.