House made himself comfortable in the backseat, realizing Foreman must have sped through town to arrive so near the hospital so quickly (or that had just taken longer than he'd realized), and felt another wave of smugness when Foreman couldn't even answer. It was enough confirmation for him. House shifted, trying to catch more of Foreman's expression, leaning forward to hug the back of the seat in front of him. Foreman drove through the parking lot like a fucking madman, and House looked from Foreman's face to his crotch. He really must have worked Foreman up, and he couldn't really tell if Foreman was just turned on or angry. Or both. Angry that he was turned on, maybe. Either way, the show, and that little voiced memory had gotten to Foreman, enough to make him not care that he was whipping his dick out in a hospital parking lot, even if it was one of the less busy ones.
House watched, so damn pleased with himself, as Foreman unfastened his pants and didn't wait for a half-second before he started jerking off. Jesus. House wasn't sure he'd seen Foreman this urgent yet, this honed in on nothing but getting off. He started wondering if Foreman was thinking about what he was doing, though he must have been thinking a little, because Foreman managed to grit out a demand for House's t-shirt. House grinned, letting Foreman stroke himself a few more times. If Foreman thought he was pissed off before, or even now, he was going to see how far House could push. House wouldn't put it past Foreman to either tell him to fuck off, and break this whole arrangement off, stop everything, but House didn't think he would. Not yet. Not quite over this, when there were still plenty of things Foreman could do to retaliate--and he knew Foreman wasn't above it if he was angry enough.
House leaned back in the seat and grabbed his t-shirt and his cane, opening the door before climbing out of the car. Before he slammed it shut, House peered inside, not quite grinning, so Foreman would know he was serious. "You might want to rethink that," House said, nodding to Foreman. "There's a security camera pointed at this corner." House didn't actually know if that was true, even if there was a camera aimed in the general direction from the opposite wall. House shut the door and turned away, starting to walk to the exit of the garage. It was a longer walk than usual, but it was only cold--no snow on the ground yet--but he could manage, especially with all the images of that car ride still floating around in his head.
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House watched, so damn pleased with himself, as Foreman unfastened his pants and didn't wait for a half-second before he started jerking off. Jesus. House wasn't sure he'd seen Foreman this urgent yet, this honed in on nothing but getting off. He started wondering if Foreman was thinking about what he was doing, though he must have been thinking a little, because Foreman managed to grit out a demand for House's t-shirt. House grinned, letting Foreman stroke himself a few more times. If Foreman thought he was pissed off before, or even now, he was going to see how far House could push. House wouldn't put it past Foreman to either tell him to fuck off, and break this whole arrangement off, stop everything, but House didn't think he would. Not yet. Not quite over this, when there were still plenty of things Foreman could do to retaliate--and he knew Foreman wasn't above it if he was angry enough.
House leaned back in the seat and grabbed his t-shirt and his cane, opening the door before climbing out of the car. Before he slammed it shut, House peered inside, not quite grinning, so Foreman would know he was serious. "You might want to rethink that," House said, nodding to Foreman. "There's a security camera pointed at this corner." House didn't actually know if that was true, even if there was a camera aimed in the general direction from the opposite wall. House shut the door and turned away, starting to walk to the exit of the garage. It was a longer walk than usual, but it was only cold--no snow on the ground yet--but he could manage, especially with all the images of that car ride still floating around in his head.