House skeptically raised an eyebrow at Foreman's remark that he could 'do subtle', almost as a taunt, but his body tensed when he saw Foreman reaching for him. He managed to keep his respiration calm and steady, but, when Foreman's fingertips slid under his sleeve and settled over his pulse, he knew his own body would give him away. Damn it. Of course his body would side against him, and of course Foreman would know where to look for its traitorous signs. He wished the elevator would open, deposit them on Foreman's floor to put some space between them, but the longer Foreman's fingers stayed against his wrist, the more his mind rebelled with his body. His hand tightened around the rail, his mind silently repeating, Fuck space. Foreman's quiet reactions didn't help; they did more to him, pulse racing even faster, breaths leaving him in quiet shudders.
Foreman could do subtle, and it was much more effective than the obvious, flirty seduction ploy he'd attempted a moment ago. This made House's dick twitch, made his skin suddenly feel too warm under all his clothes, any lingering chill from the outside air gone with the build of his arousal. Glancing at Foreman's profile, House took in the smile there and wondered if Foreman could feel the same heat he felt rolling over his body. Probably, the bastard. Foreman would get off on this, making him react, and the knowledge frustrated him, but it turned him the fuck on, knowing his reactions could have that kind of sway over Foreman's. He wasn't sure if he wanted to deny him the reactions he wanted, force him to push harder, or openly show them, make Foreman react just as strongly. Both options had an appeal, but, as Foreman pushed away, the warmth of his touch going with him, House knew that he wanted this to last, wanted to absorb all of it while he was sober, and he wanted more of Foreman's subtle, almost teasing moves, that kind of touch that made him fucking ache with anticipation.
House crossed the hallway to stand behind Foreman, adjusting his growing erection while Foreman focused on locating his house key. He was tempted to reach underneath Foreman's coat, pull up his shirt, and slide his hands up his back, but he stopped himself, still curious as to how long Foreman would wait to be actively touched, if Foreman would touch him like he had been even if he wasn't touching, too. House guessed he would, if his reactions did so much for Foreman, and he tried to goad him into touching him again as he stood in front of his door. "Too bad I'm not convinced. You must be out practice. You weren't exactly subtle the other night."
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Foreman could do subtle, and it was much more effective than the obvious, flirty seduction ploy he'd attempted a moment ago. This made House's dick twitch, made his skin suddenly feel too warm under all his clothes, any lingering chill from the outside air gone with the build of his arousal. Glancing at Foreman's profile, House took in the smile there and wondered if Foreman could feel the same heat he felt rolling over his body. Probably, the bastard. Foreman would get off on this, making him react, and the knowledge frustrated him, but it turned him the fuck on, knowing his reactions could have that kind of sway over Foreman's. He wasn't sure if he wanted to deny him the reactions he wanted, force him to push harder, or openly show them, make Foreman react just as strongly. Both options had an appeal, but, as Foreman pushed away, the warmth of his touch going with him, House knew that he wanted this to last, wanted to absorb all of it while he was sober, and he wanted more of Foreman's subtle, almost teasing moves, that kind of touch that made him fucking ache with anticipation.
House crossed the hallway to stand behind Foreman, adjusting his growing erection while Foreman focused on locating his house key. He was tempted to reach underneath Foreman's coat, pull up his shirt, and slide his hands up his back, but he stopped himself, still curious as to how long Foreman would wait to be actively touched, if Foreman would touch him like he had been even if he wasn't touching, too. House guessed he would, if his reactions did so much for Foreman, and he tried to goad him into touching him again as he stood in front of his door. "Too bad I'm not convinced. You must be out practice. You weren't exactly subtle the other night."