House tried to bat his sudden attack of nerves away as he walked through the hallway and into Foreman's bedroom. He stood there, not knowing what to do, if he should do anything, or just wait as Foreman stripped down. All of a sudden, this seemed deliberate--too deliberate. Almost like an encounter with a prostitute. Quiet, slightly awkward, a haze of uncertainty in his brain. All deliberate, wordless actions. Almost mechanical. He wouldn't tell Foreman any of that, even though he almost desperately wanted to make a joke about putting money on the table along with the lube and condom when Foreman took them out of the drawer. He still was only slightly aroused, but he set his cane aside and followed Foreman onto the bed. He took the condom and lube with him, but let them fall beside Foreman's body, avoiding them for now.
It looked like Foreman could use a little help, too, and even though House still felt awkward, he couldn't think of any other way to get rid of the feeling besides swallowing his uncertainty and starting. Jesus, this was weird. He was already used to Foreman being aggressive, at least pushing and shoving a little, demanding or guiding, or something, not just lying there and waiting. A part of him wanted to dive right in, start blowing Foreman even though he wasn't fully hard yet, get both of them worked up to a fever pitch before giving Foreman what he said he wanted. But he couldn't. It was like trying to prepare himself to dive straight into a cold pool; this was already unexpected enough, and a move like that would shock him into incapacitation. So, still feeling slightly unsure of Foreman wanted to do this, he laid down on his left side, pushing himself farther up Foreman's body. House didn't look at him as he reached out and slowly, lightly, started trailing his fingertips over Foreman's hip. He traced Foreman's hipbone, the lines of muscle in his stomach and up to his chest. His arousal grew a little stronger, his dick starting to firm up slowly, so House kept touching. He leaned down, his hand pressing harder on one side of Foreman's chest, and circled his tongue around Foreman's nipple, still feeling unsure if this was what Foreman wanted but unable to go from a complete stop to full-on in five seconds.
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It looked like Foreman could use a little help, too, and even though House still felt awkward, he couldn't think of any other way to get rid of the feeling besides swallowing his uncertainty and starting. Jesus, this was weird. He was already used to Foreman being aggressive, at least pushing and shoving a little, demanding or guiding, or something, not just lying there and waiting. A part of him wanted to dive right in, start blowing Foreman even though he wasn't fully hard yet, get both of them worked up to a fever pitch before giving Foreman what he said he wanted. But he couldn't. It was like trying to prepare himself to dive straight into a cold pool; this was already unexpected enough, and a move like that would shock him into incapacitation. So, still feeling slightly unsure of Foreman wanted to do this, he laid down on his left side, pushing himself farther up Foreman's body. House didn't look at him as he reached out and slowly, lightly, started trailing his fingertips over Foreman's hip. He traced Foreman's hipbone, the lines of muscle in his stomach and up to his chest. His arousal grew a little stronger, his dick starting to firm up slowly, so House kept touching. He leaned down, his hand pressing harder on one side of Foreman's chest, and circled his tongue around Foreman's nipple, still feeling unsure if this was what Foreman wanted but unable to go from a complete stop to full-on in five seconds.