Foreman pressed his lips together, tension settling in his shoulders as he pulled open the front door. Inconvenient, as though sex was just something that had to be scheduled in a day planner, an appointment like any other. He wasn't angry. No. Foreman was relieved, of course, because that's what he wanted. Convenient, if incredibly satisfying, sex. No-strings sex.
"I don't see her getting in the way," Foreman said, deliberately setting his frustration aside. He wouldn't win any points by trying to turn House's accusation around on him. They'd had sex. Of course Foreman wanted to do it again, and House would too. Not just because Foreman could get him off and make him come apart doing it, although that was part of it. No, there was an easier, and simpler, reason. "You're lazy," he said. "Are you really going to go to the effort of taking her out for dinner and talking about your feelings?"
Terzi would take finesse. She'd probably expect dates, conversations, and quite probably for House to act civilized for hours at a time. If she put out--and Foreman had known his share of women like her, and he didn't think it was likely for at least three or four dates, and several weeks--then House would still have to hold back. He'd never let go like he had for Foreman. Foreman's chest tightened a bit. And House had. He'd barely been aware of anything besides Foreman when he was fucking him; he'd been begging him to go harder. Terzi probably wasn't the type to drive him to that. There was no tangible advantage to House to even try.
"Unless," Foreman said, smirking, planning to shove House's face in the obvious--unless he was only using Terzi to get to Foreman; unless it was just a game to get him to react. Unless it meant something. He stopped short and set his jaw, then shrugged as if it didn't matter. "We're late," he said instead, pulling out his keys and unlocking his car with the remote.
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"I don't see her getting in the way," Foreman said, deliberately setting his frustration aside. He wouldn't win any points by trying to turn House's accusation around on him. They'd had sex. Of course Foreman wanted to do it again, and House would too. Not just because Foreman could get him off and make him come apart doing it, although that was part of it. No, there was an easier, and simpler, reason. "You're lazy," he said. "Are you really going to go to the effort of taking her out for dinner and talking about your feelings?"
Terzi would take finesse. She'd probably expect dates, conversations, and quite probably for House to act civilized for hours at a time. If she put out--and Foreman had known his share of women like her, and he didn't think it was likely for at least three or four dates, and several weeks--then House would still have to hold back. He'd never let go like he had for Foreman. Foreman's chest tightened a bit. And House had. He'd barely been aware of anything besides Foreman when he was fucking him; he'd been begging him to go harder. Terzi probably wasn't the type to drive him to that. There was no tangible advantage to House to even try.
"Unless," Foreman said, smirking, planning to shove House's face in the obvious--unless he was only using Terzi to get to Foreman; unless it was just a game to get him to react. Unless it meant something. He stopped short and set his jaw, then shrugged as if it didn't matter. "We're late," he said instead, pulling out his keys and unlocking his car with the remote.