Foreman kissed House as hard as he could, trying to focus on the physical sensation instead of thinking about his own motivations. That wasn't difficult--he'd already been nearly fully hard, and now his cock was straining as he rubbed against House's erection and squeezed them both rhythmically with his hand. Fuck, it was good. Not good enough to cover what a damn hypocrite he felt like, not enough to block out the sound of House laughing at him, but pretty soon he'd even be there. Not able to think any more because of how good it felt, to have House grabbing his ass and pulling him down, tight against him.
Foreman wanted to tell House to shut his damn mouth, except he was enjoying what House was doing with his mouth too much to want it to stop. Of course House was laughing at him, but at least he wasn't pointing out Foreman's weakness with jabbing, sarcastic comments, and Foreman could take the laughter a hell of a lot better. He'd never actually heard House laugh quite so freely, and it might be because Foreman had just given him the best reason to be satisfied with himself that he'd had in a long time, but it was also strangely good to hear. Foreman actually liked it, even knowing it was directed against him. Along with the laughter, House seemed just as impatient as Foreman felt, just as willing to touch and moan and push against him. That was the best part, no matter what he'd done to his self-worth to get it. Christ, House was turning him into an idiot. Finally, rolling his eyes, Foreman backed off long enough to say, "Shut up," emphasizing the last word with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, grinding against House's cock. "Like you wouldn't have bitched if I'd left."
As long as he was here anyway, Foreman wasn't going to give up on a chance at revenge. He stroked House's erection faster, still pushing his own cock against him but focusing more on House for the moment. Make him eager, distract him, make him think that all Foreman wanted was sex. Foreman leaned down again, kissing House, another, slower, simmering distraction, keeping the touches light and teasing, then moving to suck his way down House's neck. Gradually, he slowed the movements of his hand, making his strokes longer and firmer, breathing hard himself. Waiting for the perfect moment. Foreman nipped quickly at House's earlobe, and said smugly, "If you need something to laugh at--"
Without even finishing the sentence, Foreman abandoned the handjob, crooking his fingers as he attacked House's ribs, up underneath his arms, tickling him as hard as he could while still holding House's body captive under his.
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Date: 2009-02-20 08:21 pm (UTC)Foreman wanted to tell House to shut his damn mouth, except he was enjoying what House was doing with his mouth too much to want it to stop. Of course House was laughing at him, but at least he wasn't pointing out Foreman's weakness with jabbing, sarcastic comments, and Foreman could take the laughter a hell of a lot better. He'd never actually heard House laugh quite so freely, and it might be because Foreman had just given him the best reason to be satisfied with himself that he'd had in a long time, but it was also strangely good to hear. Foreman actually liked it, even knowing it was directed against him. Along with the laughter, House seemed just as impatient as Foreman felt, just as willing to touch and moan and push against him. That was the best part, no matter what he'd done to his self-worth to get it. Christ, House was turning him into an idiot. Finally, rolling his eyes, Foreman backed off long enough to say, "Shut up," emphasizing the last word with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, grinding against House's cock. "Like you wouldn't have bitched if I'd left."
As long as he was here anyway, Foreman wasn't going to give up on a chance at revenge. He stroked House's erection faster, still pushing his own cock against him but focusing more on House for the moment. Make him eager, distract him, make him think that all Foreman wanted was sex. Foreman leaned down again, kissing House, another, slower, simmering distraction, keeping the touches light and teasing, then moving to suck his way down House's neck. Gradually, he slowed the movements of his hand, making his strokes longer and firmer, breathing hard himself. Waiting for the perfect moment. Foreman nipped quickly at House's earlobe, and said smugly, "If you need something to laugh at--"
Without even finishing the sentence, Foreman abandoned the handjob, crooking his fingers as he attacked House's ribs, up underneath his arms, tickling him as hard as he could while still holding House's body captive under his.