The only problem with the backseat was that House couldn't see Foreman's face as much as Foreman couldn't see his. Well, most of his body, anyway. Definitely not his cock, unless Foreman turned around to watch, which he wouldn't do without pulling over. He had no problem with the latter; it would probably only encourage Foreman's imagination to keep turning. He could tell that it was, despite the bad view, knew Foreman was reacting. House could see the way Foreman's hands tightened on the wheel, how one dropped down. Foreman was getting hard--had to be--though House could hardly believe it when Foreman started answering him. Then it made sense; Foreman was taking credit for how hard House was getting.
"Who do you think I'm imagining? You?" House snorted, stroking harder now that he was fully hard, warmer and heavier in his hand. "Technically speaking, he wasn't better. Emilio was a pro, but obviously, didn't know him. Knew Jake for more than a night. He had the balls to lock me in the lounge with him and fuck me on the couch." House's mind actually started remembering it. It had been years ago, but Jake was really the only regular boyfriend he'd had--he'd been with him for a year and a half; the end of Jake's residency saw the end of their relationship. But Jake was still the only one who usually sprang to mind, besides that hot escort, when he ever imagined a man.
Jake had him pressed up against the couch, over the arm. He'd braced his hands on the table and pushed back when Jake slid inside, thick and long, stretching him open. It had been damn exciting then, moaning into the cushion to muffle the noise while Jake fucked him hard, deep, knowing the angle to stroke over his prostate. House groaned out loud now, stroking himself faster, using his thumb to spread pre-come over the head of his cock. Someone had knocked on the door when they'd found it locked, and Jake had balanced himself on his knees as he kept thrusting, reached with one hand to cover House's mouth and cut off a loud moan. House had heard the shit-eating grin in Jake's voice when he'd pulled House's head back, whispered in his ear: God, if they only knew I was fucking you, that I'm going to make you come for me, right on this cushion, they'd never sit here again. House closed his eyes, rolled his head back against the seat of the car. "Fucked me when people were knocking on the other side of the--door. Oh, fuck."
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Date: 2009-03-27 06:33 am (UTC)"Who do you think I'm imagining? You?" House snorted, stroking harder now that he was fully hard, warmer and heavier in his hand. "Technically speaking, he wasn't better. Emilio was a pro, but obviously, didn't know him. Knew Jake for more than a night. He had the balls to lock me in the lounge with him and fuck me on the couch." House's mind actually started remembering it. It had been years ago, but Jake was really the only regular boyfriend he'd had--he'd been with him for a year and a half; the end of Jake's residency saw the end of their relationship. But Jake was still the only one who usually sprang to mind, besides that hot escort, when he ever imagined a man.
Jake had him pressed up against the couch, over the arm. He'd braced his hands on the table and pushed back when Jake slid inside, thick and long, stretching him open. It had been damn exciting then, moaning into the cushion to muffle the noise while Jake fucked him hard, deep, knowing the angle to stroke over his prostate. House groaned out loud now, stroking himself faster, using his thumb to spread pre-come over the head of his cock. Someone had knocked on the door when they'd found it locked, and Jake had balanced himself on his knees as he kept thrusting, reached with one hand to cover House's mouth and cut off a loud moan. House had heard the shit-eating grin in Jake's voice when he'd pulled House's head back, whispered in his ear: God, if they only knew I was fucking you, that I'm going to make you come for me, right on this cushion, they'd never sit here again. House closed his eyes, rolled his head back against the seat of the car. "Fucked me when people were knocking on the other side of the--door. Oh, fuck."