011. Red
Do We Have A Deal?
Wilson sauntered into House's office to find his friend lounging in his chair, destroying small electronic critters on his Gameboy and wearing the red shirt he liked so much. Thankfully the time it took to walk over and sit down was enough to allow him to recover his coherency. House looked up as he sat down and a wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. He knew the effect this shirt had on Wilson which was part of the reason he wore it. He returned his attention to the Gameboy.
"Something I can help you with, Dr Wilson?" he said archly.
"You do this just to torment me," Wilson replied blandly.
House raised an eyebrow, his attention still riveted on his game. "I do many things to torment you. Which one are we talking about this time?"
Wilson shot a quick look over to where Chase, Foreman and Cameron were working in the other room.
"Wear that shirt," Wilson said intently.
A grin flickered across House's face. "What? This old thing? Besides you would have known what I was wearing if you'd come in with me this morning. It doesn't take as long to get here."
Wilson's face became set. "I am not getting on that bike. They're dangerous."
"They're hot," House countered. "Besides, you'd look good in a leather jacket."
Wilson swallowed hard at the thought of House in his leather jacket and he looked around to find it slung over the chair in the corner.
"You could get killed riding that bike," Wilson said flatly.
"I could get killed driving my car," House said, starting to look slightly hurt. "We could have fun on the bike."
Wilson looked sceptical then House gave him a wicked look and his breath caught suddenly.
"Tell you what," House said as he gave up on the game and tossed the Gameboy onto the desk. "You come for a ride with me on the bike and I'll wear this shirt whenever you want." He paused and gave Wilson a lascivious leer. "However you want. Wherever you want."
Wilson licked his suddenly dry lips. That was an offer almost too good to be true and his libido began a short, sharp and very ferocious fight with his better sense. His eyes drifted down to the red shirt again and his better sense abruptly conceded the field of battle.
"The shirt. Just the shirt, tonight, our bed. I'm in charge."
House's eyes darkened with a sudden squall of lust and desire. "Deal," he said as he grabbed his cane and his keys. "Dump the lab coat. Let's go."
Wilson stood and slowly stripped off his white coat as House limped over and pulled on his leather jacket. For just a second his better sense had some second thoughts then House turned and gave him a rakish grin and his libido pounded his good sense into submission again.
House limped over and flicked a quick glance out at his team before running a light hand over Wilson's arse.
"Let's ride, loverboy," he said, his eyes alight with enthusiasm and amusement.
Wilson rolled his eyes and followed House out of the office. One of these days he was going to have a long conversation with both his libido and his good sense and find out why he always seemed to get into these situations when it came to House. His eyes drifted down to House's denim clad arse and he swallowed hard. Maybe that conversation wouldn't be necessary.