Kiss Kiss Kiss

Thoughts raced around the crowded space of his brain. How had he ended up in this position? He had only been making a point and now he was stuck with feelings he couldn't explain and urges he didn't expect. Kiss…Kiss…Kiss….The word pounded through his veins and exploded into more thoughts of the word as he wracked his brain for some explanation. His best friend was driving him insane…which was fairly normal, but the method was inexplicable. He couldn't stop looking at his lips. Kiss…Kiss…Kiss…

The subject of his longing stepped through his office door and he couldn't help but stare at the hard body, the strong features, the sharp eyes, and the full lips. He wanted more…wanted another kiss, and another. He wanted to kiss his best friend until both of them were sick of kisses and wanted to move on to doing other things. He sighed, keeping in check his desire to moan out loud at the thoughts of what else those kissable lips could do. Other places those lips could touch…could kiss.

He forced himself to remain calm as his friend settled into the chair before him. The thoughts of kissing pushed aside as he tried to focus on what the other man was saying. It was no use, however, as he only stared harder at those delectable lips and felt more desires for kisses and caresses. His pants were becoming uncomfortably tight as the kisses continued in his mind. The kisses that trailed from his mouth to his neck…from his neck to his chest, chest to abdomen and abdomen to…he couldn't continue thinking along those lines if he wanted to remain sane and seated as his friend rambled on about God knew what.

He focused on the eyes instead of the mouth, hoping to at least seem interested and keep his mind out of the bedroom. Those eyes held promises, however, of passion and he was right back where he started, only the eyes were burning his soul as he dreamed of his friend wrapped around his traitorous body, doing wonderful things with his kisses. Kiss…Kiss…Kiss…

"Wha…?" he asked, hearing his friend speak the word that was tormenting him so. The 'kiss' on his lips sounding so wonderful that he had to hear it again. Before he realized what was happening, however, there were warm, pliable lips on his mouth and he was giving in to the most wonderful kiss he had ever experienced…He, James Wilson was kissing the man who had driven him to the edge of sanity so many times that it was insane. His tongue was being teased by the tongue of his best friend.

As House continued to kiss Wilson, their hands endeavored to explore every inch of the other…touching…caressing…wanting. The kiss was extended to ever part of their bodies as they shook with wanting…desire filled the kiss as hardened members became exposed and were added to the mixture of the kiss. A kiss ignited the fire between two men like nothing else could, bonding them eternally in the heat of need. Kiss…Kiss…Kiss