Foreman stepped into the shower when the water ran hot and turned his face up to the spray, scrubbing off the semen first thing. He hadn't done much more than that, let the water run over him, when the door banged open. On one hand, Foreman was glad it meant that House wasn't sneaking out, and he was relieved, too, that he didn't have to think about whether he'd have to be grateful to Wilson for dragging House over here and quite possibly dumping him on Foreman's doorstep to encourage him to break in again. On the other hand, when House hauled the shower door open and climbed in, water cascaded over the bathroom floor, and, since House was taller than him, his body immediately blocked the spray.
Foreman tilted his head to one side, more annoyed than resigned at House's question. The pills had been there, and he'd seen House take them after sex before. He hadn't made a chart of exactly when and under what circumstances House threw a couple back; at work he seemed to do it pretty much at random, and usually for effect. "I don't know," Foreman said. He wasn't Wilson, so he wasn't going to monitor or restrict House's intake. That wasn't his responsibility. As far as Foreman was concerned, House did always need the pills, and life got worse for him if House didn't have them. "Since I don't know, I thought I'd give you the choice." He moved closer to House, pushing him to one side as carefully as he could, while trying not to show that he was being careful. He wasn't about to shove House hard enough to make him slip in the shower, but he wanted access to at least some of the hot water instead of watching it pour down over House's shoulders. He set his jaw before he spoke again, a flush of embarrassment heating his face, but he wasn't about to let House mock him about fucking him. That was part of trusting him to do that, although now that the moment was over Foreman didn't feel like trusting him at all. "Felt like you were using it pretty hard."
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Date: 2009-04-16 05:44 am (UTC)Foreman tilted his head to one side, more annoyed than resigned at House's question. The pills had been there, and he'd seen House take them after sex before. He hadn't made a chart of exactly when and under what circumstances House threw a couple back; at work he seemed to do it pretty much at random, and usually for effect. "I don't know," Foreman said. He wasn't Wilson, so he wasn't going to monitor or restrict House's intake. That wasn't his responsibility. As far as Foreman was concerned, House did always need the pills, and life got worse for him if House didn't have them. "Since I don't know, I thought I'd give you the choice." He moved closer to House, pushing him to one side as carefully as he could, while trying not to show that he was being careful. He wasn't about to shove House hard enough to make him slip in the shower, but he wanted access to at least some of the hot water instead of watching it pour down over House's shoulders. He set his jaw before he spoke again, a flush of embarrassment heating his face, but he wasn't about to let House mock him about fucking him. That was part of trusting him to do that, although now that the moment was over Foreman didn't feel like trusting him at all. "Felt like you were using it pretty hard."