House scoffed, even though he didn't actually believe Wilson was about treat him to any kind of sex. Wilson might crave needy, but he had a distinct taste for bedding needy females. Not that House cared, or wanted it. "Sure, that's what you say now. I saw you taking notes before."
House thought there would be more to Wilson's sentence, and he waited for the rest. The rest, when it came, had taken a serious turn in the other direction, and House froze momentarily, blinking. Huh. Not the question he would have expected. "At kissing?" House turned his head to look at Wilson, finding embarrassment stamped all over his face. He could tell that Wilson was curious. He knew he'd never actually mentioned anything about his brief history with other men, but he'd wondered if Wilson hadn't figured it out. Nothing specific, but the general idea. Wilson wasn't making a big deal out of this, so he must have suspected something, but the curiosity was there, and House could see more questions eating at Wilson. House was more interested in the embarrassment, in forcing Wilson to shut up. Foreman wasn't a topic he really wanted to discuss right now.
"Or do you mean at..." House trailed off, pretending for a second that he was going to be discreet. Fuck, he probably wouldn't be able to push the words out if his head wasn't this cloudy from the wine. "You know, fucking me through the floor? Because if you're interested in that, you could borrow the video. Listen to me tell Foreman just how good I think he is. If you want a good lay, corner him now. He does it even better when he's pissed off."
House stared at Wilson for a second, raising his eyebrows as if to ask, Does that answer your question? He turned back to look out of the side window, hiding his swallow and doing his best not to think about how Foreman really could make him react like that. Fuck him, make him ask for it, pull curses and words out of him that he'd never fucking dreamed of saying out loud to Foreman. His anger at Foreman, at Marty, at this whole damn situation, rushed back, and House absently wondered how soon he could call that escort agency. Distract himself with another guy's dick, let another guy fuck thoughts of Foreman out of his head. He shook his head, trying to clear it, watching as more streets passed by. Where the hell were they going?
"Seriously, where are we going? I'll get my name on an AMBER Alert if you don't fess up. Kidnapping's a serious offense, you know."
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House thought there would be more to Wilson's sentence, and he waited for the rest. The rest, when it came, had taken a serious turn in the other direction, and House froze momentarily, blinking. Huh. Not the question he would have expected. "At kissing?" House turned his head to look at Wilson, finding embarrassment stamped all over his face. He could tell that Wilson was curious. He knew he'd never actually mentioned anything about his brief history with other men, but he'd wondered if Wilson hadn't figured it out. Nothing specific, but the general idea. Wilson wasn't making a big deal out of this, so he must have suspected something, but the curiosity was there, and House could see more questions eating at Wilson. House was more interested in the embarrassment, in forcing Wilson to shut up. Foreman wasn't a topic he really wanted to discuss right now.
"Or do you mean at..." House trailed off, pretending for a second that he was going to be discreet. Fuck, he probably wouldn't be able to push the words out if his head wasn't this cloudy from the wine. "You know, fucking me through the floor? Because if you're interested in that, you could borrow the video. Listen to me tell Foreman just how good I think he is. If you want a good lay, corner him now. He does it even better when he's pissed off."
House stared at Wilson for a second, raising his eyebrows as if to ask, Does that answer your question? He turned back to look out of the side window, hiding his swallow and doing his best not to think about how Foreman really could make him react like that. Fuck him, make him ask for it, pull curses and words out of him that he'd never fucking dreamed of saying out loud to Foreman. His anger at Foreman, at Marty, at this whole damn situation, rushed back, and House absently wondered how soon he could call that escort agency. Distract himself with another guy's dick, let another guy fuck thoughts of Foreman out of his head. He shook his head, trying to clear it, watching as more streets passed by. Where the hell were they going?
"Seriously, where are we going? I'll get my name on an AMBER Alert if you don't fess up. Kidnapping's a serious offense, you know."