House felt entirely pleased with himself to see Foreman tense, his grin growing wider. "Really?" he answered, stepping closer to Foreman. "Sounded like a challenge to me. Think I can't do it in your car?" He caught Foreman's apologetic smile, and the woman's slightly widened eyes before she left the elevator, and backed against the wall when Foreman immediately got in his face. He looked down at Foreman, meeting his eyes directly as if he were backing away from the challenge if he didn't maintain eye contact. This really was making him want to jerk off in Foreman's car, almost hoping that someone would catch some of the action as they drove by them, just to see Foreman squirm. It might be embarrassing for him--he was barely used to putting on a show for one person, nevermind some stranger passing by--but he had a feeling he'd be too focused to care once he got started. And Foreman's voice, all that smooth confidence in his voice, made him want to take him down a notch even more.
Foreman's words might have given him pause, but he had a feeling that at least one of his neighbors already knew anyway. Months ago, he'd used a male escort service. He'd wanted it rougher, harder than a woman could give it to him, wanted to get fucked and let go, and he'd opened the door to a tall, muscled guy who called himself Emilio and, coincidentally, his upstairs neighbor in 221C as she was turning away from the mailboxes with a raised eyebrow. He was willing to bet that information would wipe the smug clean out of Foreman, at least for now, not to mention make those eyebrows raise with intrigue that House was not planning on satisfying. Even more fun. House paused, pretending to be horrified, before he shrugged and said, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I outed myself to my neighbor about six months ago. If I'd known you wanted to do the honors, I would have saved myself." He held Foreman's gaze for a moment, just to see the wheels spin, before the elevator door binged, and House stepped out first, heading for the door with a small smile on his face.
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Foreman's words might have given him pause, but he had a feeling that at least one of his neighbors already knew anyway. Months ago, he'd used a male escort service. He'd wanted it rougher, harder than a woman could give it to him, wanted to get fucked and let go, and he'd opened the door to a tall, muscled guy who called himself Emilio and, coincidentally, his upstairs neighbor in 221C as she was turning away from the mailboxes with a raised eyebrow. He was willing to bet that information would wipe the smug clean out of Foreman, at least for now, not to mention make those eyebrows raise with intrigue that House was not planning on satisfying. Even more fun. House paused, pretending to be horrified, before he shrugged and said, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I outed myself to my neighbor about six months ago. If I'd known you wanted to do the honors, I would have saved myself." He held Foreman's gaze for a moment, just to see the wheels spin, before the elevator door binged, and House stepped out first, heading for the door with a small smile on his face.