"I had the choice before you threw them at me," House said, throwing a hand out to catch himself against the wall. His body still caught some of the spray, and House used his free hand to wipe Foreman's semen away. "I don't need you to give me a choice when it was already--"
House stopped when Foreman started speaking again, suddenly feeling like Foreman was throwing this all in his face. Like fucking Foreman had been too much work. Too hard on him. Like he'd overexerted himself. Like he couldn't handle it without immediate downing some pills. Sure, sometimes sex--sometimes walking--took a toll on his leg and sometimes he needed a pill or two to take the edge off a pain flare-up. Being on top of Foreman, fucking him like that, had started to make his leg ache, but the pain had eased up--or at least House had been able to forget about it and focus on all the other sensations shooting through his body for a while--once he'd gotten to rest on his back, and his body automatically made accommodations without him having to think much about it. Foreman couldn't feel that.
House glared at Foreman and leaned a little closer, pushing off from the wall. He couldn't keep his balance on the slick floor on one foot, and he reached up to grab the back of Foreman's neck, grabbing Foreman's attention and steadying himself at the same time. "Well, the next time I have my dick in your ass, maybe you can pay attention to how that feels." Everyone needed to make everything about his God damn leg. His pills. House dropped his hand and leaned back against the wall. "It's my leg. I'll worry about it."
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Date: 2009-04-16 06:09 am (UTC)House stopped when Foreman started speaking again, suddenly feeling like Foreman was throwing this all in his face. Like fucking Foreman had been too much work. Too hard on him. Like he'd overexerted himself. Like he couldn't handle it without immediate downing some pills. Sure, sometimes sex--sometimes walking--took a toll on his leg and sometimes he needed a pill or two to take the edge off a pain flare-up. Being on top of Foreman, fucking him like that, had started to make his leg ache, but the pain had eased up--or at least House had been able to forget about it and focus on all the other sensations shooting through his body for a while--once he'd gotten to rest on his back, and his body automatically made accommodations without him having to think much about it. Foreman couldn't feel that.
House glared at Foreman and leaned a little closer, pushing off from the wall. He couldn't keep his balance on the slick floor on one foot, and he reached up to grab the back of Foreman's neck, grabbing Foreman's attention and steadying himself at the same time. "Well, the next time I have my dick in your ass, maybe you can pay attention to how that feels." Everyone needed to make everything about his God damn leg. His pills. House dropped his hand and leaned back against the wall. "It's my leg. I'll worry about it."