"I can still take your clothes," Foreman said. "Since you don't look like you're going to get up and stop me." He spoke absently, though, most of his attention fixed on House's hips lifting as he shoved his boxers down. God, if only House had decided to wrap his hand around Foreman's dick instead. If House had tried to convince him not to leave the bedroom--done anything, at this point, kissed him or tried to hold him back, even if House couldn't have physically kept him from leaving--then it wouldn't be Foreman's fault if he stayed. He could have told himself that he'd given in for House's sake, because House had asked. Instead it would be his own damn choice to screw himself over professionally for House's sake. Again. Foreman never would have thought that he'd do something like trying to give House a blowjob at work, but more than once now, in House's office and in the showers, he'd not only offered, he'd been eager. What the hell was happening to him? It wasn't as if House was the most attractive person Foreman had ever slept with. But Foreman could get so fucking lost when he was with House, just watching House's face, feeling his reactions when Foreman was fucking him. Christ, he wanted to fuck him now. Slowly. That lazy feeling he'd woken up with was stealing through his body, enhancing his arousal, making his cock throb in his shorts. He wanted to be touched. Stroked. Anything.
He stood up and backed away from the bed, watching House the entire time, meeting his eyes long enough to give House the idea that Foreman really was going to leave him to take care of himself. Then, with a shake of his head, more than a little pissed off at himself, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down his legs, stepping out of them instead. Not only would House be insufferably smug, he'd also think he could persuade Foreman to do anything he wanted. Bastard. Foreman didn't even try to cover up the fact that he'd just completely crumbled, and climbed on the bed, glaring at House as if that might stop him from making some fucking comment.
Whatever the fuck House had to say, Foreman didn't want to hear it. As fast as he could, Foreman kissed House again, hoping to stop up anything he'd say. He swept his tongue into House's mouth, sucking quickly on his lip before he deepened the kiss further. House was already warmer than he had been when Foreman had held him last night, and Foreman settled down on top of him, kissing him as he lined their bodies up, until he could press his erection against House's. Foreman let a short, needy groan loose into House's mouth. The first real touch he'd allowed himself since he'd woken up, and it was so easy to give in to, his groin tightening as he brought his hand down to match House's, taking both their cocks in his hand and beginning to stroke them together.
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Date: 2009-02-20 08:49 am (UTC)He stood up and backed away from the bed, watching House the entire time, meeting his eyes long enough to give House the idea that Foreman really was going to leave him to take care of himself. Then, with a shake of his head, more than a little pissed off at himself, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down his legs, stepping out of them instead. Not only would House be insufferably smug, he'd also think he could persuade Foreman to do anything he wanted. Bastard. Foreman didn't even try to cover up the fact that he'd just completely crumbled, and climbed on the bed, glaring at House as if that might stop him from making some fucking comment.
Whatever the fuck House had to say, Foreman didn't want to hear it. As fast as he could, Foreman kissed House again, hoping to stop up anything he'd say. He swept his tongue into House's mouth, sucking quickly on his lip before he deepened the kiss further. House was already warmer than he had been when Foreman had held him last night, and Foreman settled down on top of him, kissing him as he lined their bodies up, until he could press his erection against House's. Foreman let a short, needy groan loose into House's mouth. The first real touch he'd allowed himself since he'd woken up, and it was so easy to give in to, his groin tightening as he brought his hand down to match House's, taking both their cocks in his hand and beginning to stroke them together.