Foreman seemed to be catching on to the general idea, and House watched him as he knelt on the bed. He saw the way Foreman was looking down at his hand. House raised his hips just a fraction, pushing himself against his hand. Not just for show. His arousal was flaring up, his cock warm, heavy, starting to throb and beg for more contact. He was careful not to get carried away, pausing when Foreman leaned down again for another kiss. House put more into it this time, pushing his tongue against Foreman's, but keeping his hand to himself, still not moving it as the kiss broke off.
House ignored Foreman's remark. At least, he didn't respond to it with more than a head tilt and a squint of his eyes. People probably would think Foreman was crazy. It was generally how people viewed anyone who decided to date him, and he was certain that Foreman would receive even more incredulous stares than others. All the progress he'd thought he'd made vanished with Foreman's next comment. Shower? He wanted to shower now? Apparently Foreman hadn't caught on after all. "And, what, leave in nothing but your dirty underwear?" House asked, bundling up the rest of Foreman's clothes and leaning over them. He hated that he didn't want Foreman to go, hated even more that he was beginning to feel frustrated, annoyed. He really didn't want to resort to masturbation when Foreman was right here, but he wasn't going to follow Foreman into the shower--he didn't have the strength or stamina to stand for that long on one damn leg.
"But go ahead," House said, his fingers tracing over his own erection, refusing to touch Foreman; if Foreman wanted some relief, he could touch himself in the shower or climb onto the bed, make this good for both of them. "Have your damn shower." Keeping his eyes raised to Foreman's face, House shifted to shove his boxers part-way down his legs, blinking slowly as he wrapped his hand around his dick, making it clear that House would not be joining Foreman and would not wait for him, either.
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Date: 2009-02-20 08:18 am (UTC)House ignored Foreman's remark. At least, he didn't respond to it with more than a head tilt and a squint of his eyes. People probably would think Foreman was crazy. It was generally how people viewed anyone who decided to date him, and he was certain that Foreman would receive even more incredulous stares than others. All the progress he'd thought he'd made vanished with Foreman's next comment. Shower? He wanted to shower now? Apparently Foreman hadn't caught on after all. "And, what, leave in nothing but your dirty underwear?" House asked, bundling up the rest of Foreman's clothes and leaning over them. He hated that he didn't want Foreman to go, hated even more that he was beginning to feel frustrated, annoyed. He really didn't want to resort to masturbation when Foreman was right here, but he wasn't going to follow Foreman into the shower--he didn't have the strength or stamina to stand for that long on one damn leg.
"But go ahead," House said, his fingers tracing over his own erection, refusing to touch Foreman; if Foreman wanted some relief, he could touch himself in the shower or climb onto the bed, make this good for both of them. "Have your damn shower." Keeping his eyes raised to Foreman's face, House shifted to shove his boxers part-way down his legs, blinking slowly as he wrapped his hand around his dick, making it clear that House would not be joining Foreman and would not wait for him, either.