Wilson was drunk. He felt light headed, almost weightless as he stood up. His step was uneven, he put a hand out to catch himself. Another couple steps and he closed the space between him and the other two.

Hands out, he slid his arms around House's waist, and pressed himself against him. He was hard, he could feel his erection straining against his pants. He shifted his hips, angling himself just a little so that Hosue would feel it too.

He bent his head, his lips ghosting over House's neck.