"Who I date is none of your business," Foreman said, his voice rising over House's. "Who I spend my time with is my choice, and it's never anything to do with you."
He let out a huff of laughter, shaking his head, but there was nothing funny behind it. Bringing up Wendy only served to remind him just how much House had obsessed over Wilson, how much he'd hated every instant that he thought Wilson wasn't entirely his any more. "Yeah, and it's not suspicious at all when a straight guy pines over the only man who's ever tolerated him," he said.
From House's expression, Foreman knew he was never going to let it go. He'd just made it House's business. And now House was going to spread it around like water cooler gossip, invade Foreman's privacy and shout it out to the whole world. Foreman wasn't going to take that from him, wasn't going to shut up under House's stupid scare tactics. And there was only one way he'd ever get House to stay silent.
Without thinking, hardly without moving since House was already so close, Foreman surged forward, pinned House against his seat with one hand on his shoulder, and kissed him. He let out a sound, his neck and back twinging at the movement, and then he got his other hand on House's good knee, effectively cutting off any leverage he might have had. He'd caught House with his mouth still open--still talking--and he deepened the kiss before he realized what he was doing, angry and insistent.
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He let out a huff of laughter, shaking his head, but there was nothing funny behind it. Bringing up Wendy only served to remind him just how much House had obsessed over Wilson, how much he'd hated every instant that he thought Wilson wasn't entirely his any more. "Yeah, and it's not suspicious at all when a straight guy pines over the only man who's ever tolerated him," he said.
From House's expression, Foreman knew he was never going to let it go. He'd just made it House's business. And now House was going to spread it around like water cooler gossip, invade Foreman's privacy and shout it out to the whole world. Foreman wasn't going to take that from him, wasn't going to shut up under House's stupid scare tactics. And there was only one way he'd ever get House to stay silent.
Without thinking, hardly without moving since House was already so close, Foreman surged forward, pinned House against his seat with one hand on his shoulder, and kissed him. He let out a sound, his neck and back twinging at the movement, and then he got his other hand on House's good knee, effectively cutting off any leverage he might have had. He'd caught House with his mouth still open--still talking--and he deepened the kiss before he realized what he was doing, angry and insistent.