Foreman's tired and weary response only made House grin a little wider, and he leaned back onto his pillow and closed his eyes. His eyes flew open again when he felt Foreman's hand on his chest, and House couldn't fend off the attack before Foreman swiped semen across his face in return. Fucker. "And here I thought tonight meant you were going to just lay back and take it," House said, wiping the back of his hand across his face, watching Foreman roll away and toss the lube back in the bedside table drawer. House's eyes followed his own pill bottle to where it landed next to him on the bed, rattling, and he frowned. His leg, despite all the activity, wasn't feeling any worse than usual, and while a part of him was relieved that Foreman had no trouble handing over his pills without any kind of comment, another part felt irritated that Foreman thought House couldn't get them for himself or that he couldn't go an hour or two without them.
House didn't reply, in word or action, when Foreman spoke and headed into the bathroom, leaving the door open. He ignored his pills as he got up. He slipped the condom off and followed Foreman, catching some of the semen running down his body before it fell onto the floor. "Hey," he said, barging into the room. He tossed the condom into the trash and set his cane against the vanity. Steam already started fogging up the room, and House could only see Foreman's shape through the shower doors. He opened it, doing his best to step inside as smoothly as possible--he had to grab on to the faucet handles and, even then, it was a little awkward. "Do you think that just because I'm addicted, it means I always need them?"
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Date: 2009-04-16 05:08 am (UTC)House didn't reply, in word or action, when Foreman spoke and headed into the bathroom, leaving the door open. He ignored his pills as he got up. He slipped the condom off and followed Foreman, catching some of the semen running down his body before it fell onto the floor. "Hey," he said, barging into the room. He tossed the condom into the trash and set his cane against the vanity. Steam already started fogging up the room, and House could only see Foreman's shape through the shower doors. He opened it, doing his best to step inside as smoothly as possible--he had to grab on to the faucet handles and, even then, it was a little awkward. "Do you think that just because I'm addicted, it means I always need them?"