Foreman's face heated. House had caught the implication and thrown it back at him without missing a beat. It was incredibly annoying that he could do that, especially since Foreman had been working since they'd come in to make sure that House couldn't think at all. He wanted to offer some scathing retort, deny that he'd meant that, but before he could, House was kissing him again. Foreman let a muffled groan escape into House's mouth. His challenge had worked, and House's hands were suddenly all over him, climbing under his shirt, his palms broad and hot against Foreman's back. The contact was too brief, too light, but the kiss more than made up for it, hot and intense. Foreman could feel the echo of every line House drew on his skin, nerves firing in response. He mirrored House's touch, glad to have his shirt gone so that he could feel the muscles working in House's back, rub the knots of tension that lined House's spine and travelled under his shoulderblades.
When House pulled back to tug at his buttons, frowning in concentration, Foreman resisted the urge to drop a kiss on the back of House's forearm, the only place he could reach. Too much. Too soon. He didn't want to get tied down to a relationship, and certainly not with House, but he couldn't stop himself from saying these things. He wasn't lying, but at the same time, Foreman had no idea what he did want, beyond having House's hands on him and kissing him for all he was worth. Foreman brought his hands down to House's hips, slipping his fingers under House's waistband, kneading the top of his ass. As soon as House's fingers fumbled open the last button, Foreman shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He pulled House in to kiss him again, hauling him as close as he could without pulling him off-balance. Warm. God. So hot.
"No assumptions," Foreman said, finally. He had to keep reminding himself of that, he had to be far more careful than he'd been so far. He'd never been the crazy one in a relationship, never been the one that needed to pursue someone, and it bothered him, scared him. He wanted to forget what he'd said, but he couldn't contradict himself. He slid his hand across House's stomach, and finally--fuck, it felt like he'd been waiting so long--touched him, light and slow, over his pants, leaning up to kiss House at the same time. After a moment, he pulled back to speak. His words might be confrontational, but he kept his touch the same as they'd had so far, gentle and tentative. "You seem pretty persuaded, though."
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Date: 2008-12-08 10:01 pm (UTC)When House pulled back to tug at his buttons, frowning in concentration, Foreman resisted the urge to drop a kiss on the back of House's forearm, the only place he could reach. Too much. Too soon. He didn't want to get tied down to a relationship, and certainly not with House, but he couldn't stop himself from saying these things. He wasn't lying, but at the same time, Foreman had no idea what he did want, beyond having House's hands on him and kissing him for all he was worth. Foreman brought his hands down to House's hips, slipping his fingers under House's waistband, kneading the top of his ass. As soon as House's fingers fumbled open the last button, Foreman shrugged his shirt off his shoulders. He pulled House in to kiss him again, hauling him as close as he could without pulling him off-balance. Warm. God. So hot.
"No assumptions," Foreman said, finally. He had to keep reminding himself of that, he had to be far more careful than he'd been so far. He'd never been the crazy one in a relationship, never been the one that needed to pursue someone, and it bothered him, scared him. He wanted to forget what he'd said, but he couldn't contradict himself. He slid his hand across House's stomach, and finally--fuck, it felt like he'd been waiting so long--touched him, light and slow, over his pants, leaning up to kiss House at the same time. After a moment, he pulled back to speak. His words might be confrontational, but he kept his touch the same as they'd had so far, gentle and tentative. "You seem pretty persuaded, though."