It felt like House was never going to answer. Maybe he'd leave Foreman hanging like Foreman had threatened to do to him. He wasn't backing away, either, or shouting in Foreman's face. House's breathing was slower, and he'd glanced down, and Foreman wondered if he'd short-circuited House's anger completely. He'd managed to give House something to think about, anyway, and that terrified him more than being fucked possibly could. House got it. Understood what it meant. Foreman inhaled as House drew his hand down his chest and across his stomach. House's expression was serious. His touch was warm but also careful, evaluating. It still wasn't an answer.
House's nod, though, and his move for his cane, set everything in motion again. Foreman was aware all over again of how hard his heart was beating, and he tried to keep his breathing even. He followed House to his bedroom, glanced at the bed as he opened his fly and pushed his pants and underwear off, kicking them away. Now that he knew where this was going, he had no idea of how to start. He wanted to kiss House, but it felt like they'd made this too deliberate to just grab and push until he had House where he wanted him. Foreman circled the bed, opened the drawer where he kept the lube, and set the bottle and a condom out on the night table. He climbed onto the bed, pushing the bedspread down, and lay down, watching House and hoping like hell he'd follow Foreman's lead without needing a push.
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Date: 2009-04-11 05:27 pm (UTC)House's nod, though, and his move for his cane, set everything in motion again. Foreman was aware all over again of how hard his heart was beating, and he tried to keep his breathing even. He followed House to his bedroom, glanced at the bed as he opened his fly and pushed his pants and underwear off, kicking them away. Now that he knew where this was going, he had no idea of how to start. He wanted to kiss House, but it felt like they'd made this too deliberate to just grab and push until he had House where he wanted him. Foreman circled the bed, opened the drawer where he kept the lube, and set the bottle and a condom out on the night table. He climbed onto the bed, pushing the bedspread down, and lay down, watching House and hoping like hell he'd follow Foreman's lead without needing a push.