Jolt!
"That stuff is horrible for you."
House glared up from the rim of his can of Jolt.
"Maybe you never noticed, but I do lots of things that are horrible for me."
Wilson acknowledged, but House was not satisfied.
"I mean, I take too many pills, I like to drink too much, I don't sleep, I aggravate my boss on purpose, I tease my staff, I have wild rollicking gay sex in public areas…"
At this, Wilson just raised his eyebrows.
"…and I like drinking horribly caffeinated beverages because they make me feel all fizzy inside."
Finished, House turned to Wilson and smirked. Wilson just rolled his eyes.
"Doing lots of things that are bad for you does not justify them. Besides, it tastes like crap."
House slammed his can down in indignation. Wilson was just grateful it was empty.
"It does not taste like crap!"
"Yes it does."
"No it doesn't! Here! Taste for yourself."
House shoved the empty can at Wilson. Wilson just looked down at it and back up at House.
"It's empty Sherlock."
House was disappointed at that setback, but he rebounded quickly, standing up slightly, and leaning in over the table.
"Have a taste."
Wilson raised his eyebrows again, but seemed to consent. He stood up and leaned in too.
"If this will make you shut up."
Their lips met, immediately leading to tongue hockey. Wilson did have to taste that Jolt, after all. He delved deeply, finally finding a spot of the taste on the inside of House's cheek. He licked the spot, and had to conclude that Jolt didn't taste that bad after all.