Drabble 31: Late Nights, Boy Fights

"I can't do this," House pleaded, looking at the clock, which read 3 AM. Flashing blue met lustful chocolate brown. "Seriously, I'll collapse tomorrow."

"You will not," Wilson muttered, pulling Greg so his head was on James' lap. "It's only another six hours. We'll have stayed up twenty-four hours then, right?"

House grumbled, letting Wilson stroke his hair. "But I'm tired…"

"I know!" the other snapped, chuckling rather darkly. "That's the fun in it."

House turned onto his side and fell asleep without arguing. If Wilson wanted him awake, he shouldn't have seduced House into sleep with those miraculous hands.

Fin.