Fic: Closet

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Title: Closet
Author: Nox
Fandom: House
Pairing: Foreman/Chase
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Don't own it, not mine. No offence or liability intended
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Chase had always seemed straight, minus the overly styled hair that is. 

Stress wanking was something Foreman had been doing for years, since he was old enough that his dick was more then something he pissed with.

 

What was new was having someone else do it for him. Especially as that someone was Chase who apart from some overly styled hair had always seemed perfectly straight.

 

Which was a theory that was going straight out of the window, because no straight man is so eager to press another man against store room shelves and jerk him off.

 

Chase seemed to be made entirely of long limbs and hot lips and he was pinning Foreman quite successfully against the shelves with his hip. Not that he was struggling much anymore, not since Chase had opened his pants and stroked him to full hardness while breathing sharply into his ear.

 

Chase’s free hand was wrapped around his back of his neck, thumb resting over the pulse point which was frighteningly intimate for a store room shag.

 

Everything is close with just the slightest edge of things unsaid which Foreman is denying, until Chase starts rubbing himself off against Foreman’s thigh and everything goes from good to perfect and terrifyingly clear.

 

Foreman comes in flavours of denial.