House's summary of his weekend, and his fake cheerfulness, actually made Foreman feel better. Now that he knew how the game was going to be played, he was a lot less worried. House had a strange sense of honesty. He didn't back down from the truth when it was about someone else, and he didn't hesitate to start spinning shit into gold whenever it suited him. If he was backed into a corner, though, the stories he spouted were transparent, bare-faced lies. Foreman had always trusted that the lies were lies, but House's answer--the complete truth and wildly inaccurate at the same time--had him scrambling back, remembering other whoppers House had told and parsing which ones had a grain of truth to them.
House's dig about the sex being sub-par didn't even touch him. Knowing how the night had actually gone down did a lot to insulate him against being insulted. And if House needed proof of exactly just how easy he'd been, then Foreman would be all too happy to get him alone and deliver a reminder. The scenario popped up immediately: Foreman would get House behind a locked door and slide to his knees, opening House's jeans and then pinning his hips back to a wall while Foreman sucked him, lingering and slow. Making House stand the entire time, leaning back against a wall and clutching his cane for balance while Foreman brought him to the edge and left him hanging for as long as he wanted. Foreman raised an ironic eyebrow, letting his self-satisfaction show. If House wanted to play with the truth, then he should pick on the details that might actually hurt. Whether or not the sex had been good wasn't even in the ballpark.
Foreman kept control of his reaction when House actually followed through on a threat and said--quietly, but loud enough for the whole room to hear--that Foreman had slept with a man, even if he left out the crucial detail of who that man was. Foreman felt suddenly frozen, his stomach clenching, but he didn't let his expression change from amused disdain. He managed not to look around House to see how the fellows were reacting. They had to be catching the by-play, but their curiosity didn't bother him as much as House's remark about the nurses. If House had told the nurses, then it was already too late for damage control. If he hadn't yet, then Foreman didn't think he would. House was having fun dropping hints so that he could screw with Foreman's head, but he certainly wasn't putting himself in the line of fire. Foreman glared just a little harder, and thought about how easy--how freeing--it would be to say, Right, and was that a woman who picked you up at the bar. Tell me another one. Once it was out, he'd never be able to take it back, but House wouldn't be able to hold it over him, either.
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House's dig about the sex being sub-par didn't even touch him. Knowing how the night had actually gone down did a lot to insulate him against being insulted. And if House needed proof of exactly just how easy he'd been, then Foreman would be all too happy to get him alone and deliver a reminder. The scenario popped up immediately: Foreman would get House behind a locked door and slide to his knees, opening House's jeans and then pinning his hips back to a wall while Foreman sucked him, lingering and slow. Making House stand the entire time, leaning back against a wall and clutching his cane for balance while Foreman brought him to the edge and left him hanging for as long as he wanted. Foreman raised an ironic eyebrow, letting his self-satisfaction show. If House wanted to play with the truth, then he should pick on the details that might actually hurt. Whether or not the sex had been good wasn't even in the ballpark.
Foreman kept control of his reaction when House actually followed through on a threat and said--quietly, but loud enough for the whole room to hear--that Foreman had slept with a man, even if he left out the crucial detail of who that man was. Foreman felt suddenly frozen, his stomach clenching, but he didn't let his expression change from amused disdain. He managed not to look around House to see how the fellows were reacting. They had to be catching the by-play, but their curiosity didn't bother him as much as House's remark about the nurses. If House had told the nurses, then it was already too late for damage control. If he hadn't yet, then Foreman didn't think he would. House was having fun dropping hints so that he could screw with Foreman's head, but he certainly wasn't putting himself in the line of fire. Foreman glared just a little harder, and thought about how easy--how freeing--it would be to say, Right, and was that a woman who picked you up at the bar. Tell me another one. Once it was out, he'd never be able to take it back, but House wouldn't be able to hold it over him, either.