TITLE: Really,
not
AUTHOR: Danielle
PAIRING: Foreman/Chase, Foreman/former
college roommate
RATING: PG-13 verging on R
WARNINGS: Slash,
denial, lots of denial, even more denial, sexual material mostly
implied, spoilers for the latest episode (a line and a two little
factoids about the patient, nothing more and nothing more
serious)
SUMMARY: House's diatribe in the latest episode sets
off an image in Foreman's head. His response: DENY DENY
DENY
DISCLAIMER: Not mine! Really. If it were mine,
NOTES:
Totally random and written because I just REALLY LOVED THAT LINE. Not
beta-ed, sadly. All my betas are sleeping right now. Or at least not
online. I'll try to get it checked over and am willing to correct
anything pointed out to me. All mistakes are mine!
"Dr. Asskisser" Foreman would have liked to listen to the rest of House's dissertation on Chase's personality flaws, but the image that popped into his mind was not something he liked. It defied description, even by his own fairly and suddenly fevered imagination. He'd never imagined that something like … that… even existed in his own mind. Pale skin, bright lips, shimmering eyes and he was not, repeat not, thinking about that. That was not a thought in his head. It wasn't. No matter what House said. Not a thought. Not applicable.
But when Chase strode past him and into the hall, following the self-diagnosing patient and flirting Cameron, Foreman had to drag his eyes off his lips. And that thought was also not there. Not at all. Chase was just another co-worker. Just like Cameron. Not at all like Cameron. He didn't have pretty blond hair. Or very full lips. Or eyes that were too bright for someone who spent most of his time looking serious and telling people they were dying. None of those applied.
And by the time he got home that night he had totally forgotten; except for the constant barrage of verging on pornographic images in his head. Otherwise, he wasn't thinking about that. Not even a hint of it. Chase was nothing but chaste images in his mind, if he managed to forget the lips and the tongue and that place where nothing was supposed to go. No matter how boring it got at medical school. Not even when he'd been exhausted and unable to sleep and no, his roommate hadn't done that. Even though he had. And Chase wouldn't. Even if he had almost blushed when House said it.
No. Foreman was ready to snap at his own brain by the time he got to bed, wondering what kind of tumor could cause blasts of extremely inappropriate gay erotica as he drifted off to sleep, determined to forget by morning. The images that floated through his dreams were worse, tongues and lips and fingers that found all the wrong places. He woke up panting, fingers wrapped in the sheets. No. That had no effect on him. None at all. That was not an erection and that was not an image of Chase going down on him.
Nope. Not at all. And when he did decide to jerk-off, that was definitely Cameron with blond hair and bright eyes and absolutely no boobs. It could even have been Cuddy. But it absolutely was not Chase. Not even the horrible tie and fully-buttoned could fool him. Foreman knew he would never moan Chase's name as he came, never squirt to blond hair and blue eyes and those words echoing in the room.
"Dr. Asskisser…"