House was laughing. Not a simple kind of laugh, but the gut-busting, "This is the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life" kind of laugh. The kind of laugh only Wilson ever got to witness.
"I can't believe this is happening," Wilson muttered from behind his hands. House continued to laugh because really, laughing at Wilson was better than anything in the world. Of course his erection wasn't particularly amused, but he'd give it some well-deserved attention soon enough. For now, he was busy laughing at Wilson for shooting off in his pants like a horny kid in the backseat of daddy's car.
"Seriously? So you're saying you actually have more stamina than-" "Shut up, House. Just…shut up." Wilson lifted his head from his hands, but quickly reburied it when he saw the mirth on House's face. He looked up again when he heard House's zipper. "Wha- what are you doing?" House looked down at his wrapped around himself, then back up at Wilson. "I thought that would be pretty obvious, even to you." "Um," Wilson gulped, then stammered a bit more. "Do you, ah… Ha. Do you…maybe…want some…uh, well. Want help?" "Yeah," House ground out. "Shut up."