Wilson headed to the kitchen to make coffee while House headed to the bathroom to shower. While he was showering, House thought of Wilson's hands on his shoulders and imagined them moving lower, touching him where he longed to be touched. He found himself hard almost immediately. He had no problem climaxing quickly, thinking what it would be like to feel those hands on his skin.
While House was showering, Wilson made the coffee and added a liberal amount of whiskey to each mug. He imagined House's lean body in the shower, soaping up his body, and had to quickly think of patients, and other work related things to get himself back under control before House came back out. He was just able to bring himself back under control when House came back out dressed warmly in a heavy sweatshirt and jeans.
The two sat down on the couch, and House eagerly received the steaming mug of coffee. He was surprised, but pleased to smell and taste the whiskey along with the flavorful beans. He also knew he wouldn't be in for a Wilsonesque lecture about mixing his vicodin and alcohol, which he had heard more often than not lately. House just wanted to relax, get fully warm. He was still a bit chilly from the cold, slightly sniffly, not to mention "spent." He just wanted to sit as they were without listening to Wilson "care."
House clicked on the TV and they sat there for some time, watching 'New Yankee Workshop," without really paying attention, the air tense with what had been unsaid. At some point Wilson looked sideways at House, who was intently watching the show, which Wilson knew meant House was deep in thought. He got up and returned with coffee for each of them, once again liberally doused.