The shower room, when Foreman stepped in from the lounge, was hot and moist. House's clothes were piled on the bench, his cane hanging above them. Foreman was going to have to apologize to Chase for calling him an idiot several times over, if this was the kind of situation Cameron had put him in.
He looked around quickly, but the room was deserted otherwise. Probably that was a bad thing, considering how Foreman's libido took that fact for some sort of permission to start throwing even more entirely-too-plausible scenarios in front of his mind's eye. Jerking the door open without warning, catching House completely off-guard, the surprised look on his face when Foreman stepped in to kiss him, closing the door again behind him... Foreman wondered how quiet House could be if he was sucking him off, wondered if he could make House be quiet somehow. If it was even possible to have sex in the hospital without the entire place knowing about it five minutes later.
Jesus. This had to stop. Foreman wasn't going to get led around by his dick--not even if he could feel it stirring with arousal--so none of those stupidly hot images was ever going to happen. He approached the shower, listened for a moment, but he didn't hear anything over the sound of the water. He cleared his throat. "House?" he said, and tapped on the door, trying to see House's outline through the frosted glass.
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Date: 2009-01-11 04:08 am (UTC)He looked around quickly, but the room was deserted otherwise. Probably that was a bad thing, considering how Foreman's libido took that fact for some sort of permission to start throwing even more entirely-too-plausible scenarios in front of his mind's eye. Jerking the door open without warning, catching House completely off-guard, the surprised look on his face when Foreman stepped in to kiss him, closing the door again behind him... Foreman wondered how quiet House could be if he was sucking him off, wondered if he could make House be quiet somehow. If it was even possible to have sex in the hospital without the entire place knowing about it five minutes later.
Jesus. This had to stop. Foreman wasn't going to get led around by his dick--not even if he could feel it stirring with arousal--so none of those stupidly hot images was ever going to happen. He approached the shower, listened for a moment, but he didn't hear anything over the sound of the water. He cleared his throat. "House?" he said, and tapped on the door, trying to see House's outline through the frosted glass.