"Subtle." House rolled his eyes, following Foreman into the building. "Nice." He purposefully kept his eyes cast to the ground, ignoring the places that they'd kissed on Saturday night--against the wall and inside, against the line of mailboxes. He didn't need to give Foreman the satisfaction of getting a hard-on before they even got in the elevator.
He definitely wouldn't admit that he had just gone from interested to unmistakably aroused, secretly pleased that Foreman wasn't planning on wasting time with actual food. Foreman, on the other hand, never bothered to hide his smugness, practically skipping onto the elevator and sprawling out across one of its walls. That confidence was simultaneously attractive and frustrating. House wanted to challenge it, take it down a notch, but it conflicted with the desire to take advantage of Foreman's open posture, slide his hands all over him, get him hard, and take care of the foreplay in the elevator. But that would just heighten Foreman's smug satisfaction, and House would rather make him work a little harder than that.
"Even more subtle," House said, stepping into the elevator. Just to mock Foreman, House copied his pose as best as he could, shifting his weight to his left as he spread his arms out over the railing. He raised his eyebrows--Yeah, I can do it, too, and look just as suave.--and smirked, wondering how much it would take to make Foreman admit that he wanted him. Wanted House to touch him. He wondered how long Foreman would wait. As much as House wanted to give in to his own desire to touch him, his curiosity made him keep his hands to himself.
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He definitely wouldn't admit that he had just gone from interested to unmistakably aroused, secretly pleased that Foreman wasn't planning on wasting time with actual food. Foreman, on the other hand, never bothered to hide his smugness, practically skipping onto the elevator and sprawling out across one of its walls. That confidence was simultaneously attractive and frustrating. House wanted to challenge it, take it down a notch, but it conflicted with the desire to take advantage of Foreman's open posture, slide his hands all over him, get him hard, and take care of the foreplay in the elevator. But that would just heighten Foreman's smug satisfaction, and House would rather make him work a little harder than that.
"Even more subtle," House said, stepping into the elevator. Just to mock Foreman, House copied his pose as best as he could, shifting his weight to his left as he spread his arms out over the railing. He raised his eyebrows--Yeah, I can do it, too, and look just as suave.--and smirked, wondering how much it would take to make Foreman admit that he wanted him. Wanted House to touch him. He wondered how long Foreman would wait. As much as House wanted to give in to his own desire to touch him, his curiosity made him keep his hands to himself.