House frowned, slightly disappointed that Foreman refused to conspire with him about details, but Foreman was probably right--again, damn it. Cuddy, if she was on top of her game today, wouldn't listen to a word he said; she'd believe Foreman. At least his ridiculous details would make Foreman's story sound more believable. His mocking might actually serve a purpose other than his own enjoyment, and since that purpose was advantageous to him, he had no reason not to run with it.
House leaned against the wall, waiting for the elevator with Foreman, and grinned at Foreman's invitation to act as smug as he'd like. Not that he needed permission. It would be tempting to throw in sexual innuendos--nothing that would give them away--just to see Foreman squirm, but it would be counterproductive. If Foreman fucked up his story, they'd both be caught. He'd save those for later, maybe around the team, maybe another day, but it would be too hard to keep himself from holding back to catch Foreman's reactions. It would happen eventually, and Foreman knew it as well as he did. It was natural behavior for him. Anger, however, wasn't completely natural for Foreman, though House knew a lot of ways to piss him off.
"Why act pissed off when you can be pissed off?" House asked, stepping into the elevator when the doors opened. "I bet I can piss you off between now and the time we get to work. Can add to that ketchup stain with a semen sample. Another stain on your nice leather interior." House wondered if just the talk of it would irritate Foreman. Even if he didn't follow through, genuine anger would be hard to dismiss, and Foreman would have an easier time channeling that energy into a good excuse. House could deal with Foreman being pissed off for a good cause; it was nothing new. Plus the make-up sex would be good later--Foreman taking out all that energy into fucking him hard, fucking him dizzy. He was going to get hard again imagining it.
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House leaned against the wall, waiting for the elevator with Foreman, and grinned at Foreman's invitation to act as smug as he'd like. Not that he needed permission. It would be tempting to throw in sexual innuendos--nothing that would give them away--just to see Foreman squirm, but it would be counterproductive. If Foreman fucked up his story, they'd both be caught. He'd save those for later, maybe around the team, maybe another day, but it would be too hard to keep himself from holding back to catch Foreman's reactions. It would happen eventually, and Foreman knew it as well as he did. It was natural behavior for him. Anger, however, wasn't completely natural for Foreman, though House knew a lot of ways to piss him off.
"Why act pissed off when you can be pissed off?" House asked, stepping into the elevator when the doors opened. "I bet I can piss you off between now and the time we get to work. Can add to that ketchup stain with a semen sample. Another stain on your nice leather interior." House wondered if just the talk of it would irritate Foreman. Even if he didn't follow through, genuine anger would be hard to dismiss, and Foreman would have an easier time channeling that energy into a good excuse. House could deal with Foreman being pissed off for a good cause; it was nothing new. Plus the make-up sex would be good later--Foreman taking out all that energy into fucking him hard, fucking him dizzy. He was going to get hard again imagining it.