As soon as he turned around, House caught the expression on Wilson's face, and he worked to stifle the panic swelling up in his chest. Wilson didn't believe him. Crap. He hadn't even thought of a plan B. He needed a God damn plan B. It became even harder to think of one when Wilson started studying his bed. Jesus. He wished he could steer Wilson right back out of the room, but it would give him away. What if he'd left a piece of Foreman's clothes sticking out from under the covers? What if Wilson noticed the condom? What if Foreman got pissed off and came barreling out of the closet. House nearly laughed at his own thought, but immediately tried to remind himself that this was not fucking funny. He needed to get Wilson the hell out of here. It was his bedroom. Wilson didn't need to be in it.
House started walking toward Wilson, putting slightly more tension in his body as he did it, leaning a little heavier on his cane, doing everything he could not to look toward the closet and give things away, but Wilson's words stopped him fast. Oh, holy shit, had Wilson figured it out? Had House missed something? Forgot to hide something? He glanced over his shoulder at the bed, trying not to look too panicked, then looked back at Wilson, looking for signs that he might have figured it out.
But, no. No, he couldn't have. There was no way. For all Wilson knew, House was alone. Nobody else was here, or had been here. The worst Wilson would assume was a hooker. No reason to think Wilson had caught on to anything. House was tempted to keep his distance, but it might be better to get Wilson out of the room and risk Wilson picking up any...unusual signs. Like how he probably smelled like Foreman, since Foreman had nearly been melting into him less than ten minutes ago, probably rubbing his sweat and scent and leftover cologne all over him. Maybe the smell of his own semen covered it. Maybe Wilson wouldn't notice, especially if he did this fast enough. "Yeah," he said, looking at Wilson as if he was some kind of pea-brained moron, and started walking past him and out of the room, hoping he'd follow him. He lingered just outside the door to make sure Wilson didn't start snooping in places he shouldn't. "I'm going to call up Cuddy and explain that I'm taking a sick day because I'm planning to treat my leg pain with orgasm-induced endorphins." Although, that did sound like something he might do. "If that's what I was looking for, I'd get to work on time and ask her to administer that treatment for me."
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House started walking toward Wilson, putting slightly more tension in his body as he did it, leaning a little heavier on his cane, doing everything he could not to look toward the closet and give things away, but Wilson's words stopped him fast. Oh, holy shit, had Wilson figured it out? Had House missed something? Forgot to hide something? He glanced over his shoulder at the bed, trying not to look too panicked, then looked back at Wilson, looking for signs that he might have figured it out.
But, no. No, he couldn't have. There was no way. For all Wilson knew, House was alone. Nobody else was here, or had been here. The worst Wilson would assume was a hooker. No reason to think Wilson had caught on to anything. House was tempted to keep his distance, but it might be better to get Wilson out of the room and risk Wilson picking up any...unusual signs. Like how he probably smelled like Foreman, since Foreman had nearly been melting into him less than ten minutes ago, probably rubbing his sweat and scent and leftover cologne all over him. Maybe the smell of his own semen covered it. Maybe Wilson wouldn't notice, especially if he did this fast enough. "Yeah," he said, looking at Wilson as if he was some kind of pea-brained moron, and started walking past him and out of the room, hoping he'd follow him. He lingered just outside the door to make sure Wilson didn't start snooping in places he shouldn't. "I'm going to call up Cuddy and explain that I'm taking a sick day because I'm planning to treat my leg pain with orgasm-induced endorphins." Although, that did sound like something he might do. "If that's what I was looking for, I'd get to work on time and ask her to administer that treatment for me."