House's smirk stayed firmly in place as Foreman responded, shouting at him. He knew he was right; no question now. A reaction this strong only meant he'd found a button to push. He'd never expected this when he'd started poking for information today, but Foreman had nobody to blame for this but himself. If he hadn't made that comment, hadn't kept a handful of condoms in the car, none of this probably would have happened. At least, not today. Probably eventually. But, for House, there was no better time, getting a gem like this right when Foreman had come back. This was like a 'welcome back' present.
Again, he ignored Foreman's bait, turned it around instead. "Not sure that applies anymore," House said smoothly, confidently. "You came back, and you like that you did. You're clearly able to tolerate me on--"
Before he really realized what the hell was happening, the rest of his sentence was muffled by Foreman's mouth covering his, kissing him in a ferocious, unexpected move. At first, House was too shocked to kiss back, a sharp noise squeaking out of his throat as Foreman pinned him, grabbing his shoulder and his knee, keeping him still. It took a second, the feel of Foreman's tongue pushing into his mouth, for House to kiss back, reacting to some never-admitted fantasies, the contact itself.
He wanted to one-up Foreman, even with this kiss, and fought to do it, having no leverage, unable to push with his body. He pressed one hand against Foreman's chest, digging his fingertips into firm muscle, and he kissed back roughly. He sucked on his bottom lip, biting down hard before wrenching his head back, pulling out of this kiss, breathing hard, his head fogged with shock, with a little bit of panic. He resisted the urge to propel himself out of the car, and sat back in his seat instead, forcing himself to stay where he was. An escape attempt would only prove he had something to run away from, and he'd already given himself away enough. Fuck. No chance of spreading any news now; Foreman had something to shoot right back. Damn.
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Date: 2008-11-03 09:34 am (UTC)Again, he ignored Foreman's bait, turned it around instead. "Not sure that applies anymore," House said smoothly, confidently. "You came back, and you like that you did. You're clearly able to tolerate me on--"
Before he really realized what the hell was happening, the rest of his sentence was muffled by Foreman's mouth covering his, kissing him in a ferocious, unexpected move. At first, House was too shocked to kiss back, a sharp noise squeaking out of his throat as Foreman pinned him, grabbing his shoulder and his knee, keeping him still. It took a second, the feel of Foreman's tongue pushing into his mouth, for House to kiss back, reacting to some never-admitted fantasies, the contact itself.
He wanted to one-up Foreman, even with this kiss, and fought to do it, having no leverage, unable to push with his body. He pressed one hand against Foreman's chest, digging his fingertips into firm muscle, and he kissed back roughly. He sucked on his bottom lip, biting down hard before wrenching his head back, pulling out of this kiss, breathing hard, his head fogged with shock, with a little bit of panic. He resisted the urge to propel himself out of the car, and sat back in his seat instead, forcing himself to stay where he was. An escape attempt would only prove he had something to run away from, and he'd already given himself away enough. Fuck. No chance of spreading any news now; Foreman had something to shoot right back. Damn.