Chapter 7: Next time…
"Got a new case, guys. 23 year old male, all in the file." Foreman said nonchalantly, dropping the folder in front of the three dishevelled doctors.
"Thanks. Now leave." House commanded, mustering as much dignity a man possibly could, considering their varying states of undress.
"Okay. Oh and Chase? Got a little something on your cheek." And with that, he exited the room, a happy man. He knew exactly what his boss was up to, but wanted some fine evidence before he spilt the beans. Of course, he wouldn't just say anything to anyone, no, he'd be smart about it.
"God-fucking-damn." Wilson sighed, arranging himself. What a day!
"Maybe we could let him joi—" Chase began, but was soon met with the 'Are you shitting me?' stares of his lovers. He instead put his head down and zipped himself back up.
"Well…this is great. We gotta sweet talk him." House mumbled, reddening.
"I'll go get him" Chase said, tidying himself up and going to the door. Much to his surprise, Foreman was waiting outside for him with a sly grin plastered on his face.
"I knew you'd follow me out here. What do you want?" he asked, the smug smile growing larger with each sentence.
"We'd rather you didn't…tell anyone about this." Chase murmured, but still trying to keep as much eye-contact as possible. They looked at each other for a few seconds, the atmosphere tense, then Foreman suddenly walked away laughing. Chase caught up with him within seconds and was beginning to make a ream of excuses, until he espied a small group of giggling nurses walking by. He acted fast, roughly grabbing Foremans' shoulders and kissing him full on the lips. The nurses shrieked scandalously and immediately headed towards the nurses' station where they could eagerly tell their friends.
Foreman was not best pleased with this turn of events and roughly pushed Chase up against the wall.
"What the fuck was that for, you faggot?" He snarled, eyes boring into Chases'. He wasn't homophobic, but this little escapade had brought him right to the edge and it'd take a lot to pull him back.
"I don't want you holding this against me for the rest of my career, so I thought…well…" Chase found it increasingly hard to talk, as the grip on his lapel grew ever tighter.
"You ever EVER do that again and you are dead." He growled, then loosened his grip. As Chase was flung against the wall, he smirked.
"Maybe you're scared that you'd like it…"
"Maybe I'm the only straight one around here, ever thought about that?"
"Don't forget, Foreman—you watched the entire thing. How long were you sitting there, exactly?" They made eye-contact for a while, gazing at each other like cornered snakes, until Foreman was the first to break.
"Does it matter?"
"Yeah, it does—you sat and watched three guys having sex. Think about that!" Chase got up and walked back to the office before Foreman could square another hit on him. Hopefully this little exchange will shut him up for good.
He grinned to himself and wondered what he and House would get up to later on at his apartment…