Foreman felt like he was walking on eggshells. There was a hesitant quality to House's silence, to this whole moment. Foreman was uncertain, which made him frustrated, almost angry, because he had no idea what was going to happen next. He'd learned to handle House pretty damn well at work, and obviously Foreman knew enough about him to get what he wanted, but the consequences were completely unforeseeable. He'd gotten ahead of himself, let his dick do the thinking, and now he was stuck with House, who was behaving almost civilly. Foreman didn't know what to make of that. He knew he didn't want to kick House out, and that only confused him more. Offering the shower was one way of, well, keeping House around, but not in his immediate space. Foreman wanted five minutes just to breathe, and think, and he couldn't do that with House's dissecting stare trained on him.
Foreman looked up quickly, meeting House's eyes when he hear the words I'll meet you there in five minutes, wondering if he was just that obvious about what he wanted, or if House was inviting him. Shower sex wasn't realistic in the slightest, but then, a week ago if someone had told him that he'd be lying naked next to House--for the second time--he would have laughed in their face. Who the hell knew what was possible now? When the rest of House's comment registered, Foreman rolled his eyes and snorted disdainfully, even though House had already sat up and turned his back. The joke didn't bother him. He supposed nobody lasted long in House's employment if they couldn't get over whatever sore spots House found to needle. Besides, the fact that House's comment was the equivalent of waving a bat around instead of striking with surgical precision--which he did a lot more when the topic was Foreman's career--made it barely worth reacting to.
The thing was, he could join House in a few minutes. Out of concern for the amount of hot water, if nothing else. He was itchy with sweat and he wanted to close his eyes and just feel the water running down his body for a few minutes. "Guess that's a risk you'll have to take," he said. The prison-rape scenario wasn't his fantasy; he'd call House on his obvious projection, except now that House had suggested it, Foreman couldn't stop thinking about it.
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Date: 2008-12-23 10:26 pm (UTC)Foreman looked up quickly, meeting House's eyes when he hear the words I'll meet you there in five minutes, wondering if he was just that obvious about what he wanted, or if House was inviting him. Shower sex wasn't realistic in the slightest, but then, a week ago if someone had told him that he'd be lying naked next to House--for the second time--he would have laughed in their face. Who the hell knew what was possible now? When the rest of House's comment registered, Foreman rolled his eyes and snorted disdainfully, even though House had already sat up and turned his back. The joke didn't bother him. He supposed nobody lasted long in House's employment if they couldn't get over whatever sore spots House found to needle. Besides, the fact that House's comment was the equivalent of waving a bat around instead of striking with surgical precision--which he did a lot more when the topic was Foreman's career--made it barely worth reacting to.
The thing was, he could join House in a few minutes. Out of concern for the amount of hot water, if nothing else. He was itchy with sweat and he wanted to close his eyes and just feel the water running down his body for a few minutes. "Guess that's a risk you'll have to take," he said. The prison-rape scenario wasn't his fantasy; he'd call House on his obvious projection, except now that House had suggested it, Foreman couldn't stop thinking about it.