Fic: Out on Good Behavior
sheikah can't seem to post, so I'm doing it for her. Hope that's okay--she did write it. I was sitting beside her as she did.
Title: Out on Good Behavior
Author: sheikah
Summary: Chase is a girl. Sometimes.
Pairing: House/Chase
Rating: R
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Fox does.
Notes: For bubbleficathon and auchic, who wanted House/Chase and bath bombs. I really hope I did okay.
The bathroom smelled like…roses. Or chocolate. Or maybe some combination of the two that House hadn't really thought out before now. It wasn't a man's bathroom, which is what House's bathroom had been before someone decided to take over. Moving in wasn't an invitation to change a man's whole bathroom experience, after all.
And lounging in his bathtub (House was very proprietary, even when he was allowing someone to move in. His stuff was his, thanks) was a pink-cheeked blond angel, a damp towel over his eyes and whatever the hell the smelly stuff was in the water making everything fizzy. No need for fizz in a bath, in House's humble opinion.
"What the hell are you doing in my bathtub?" House asked, getting quite possibly the laziest response in reply. The blond cherub/angel/girl merely shrugged, rearranging the towel over his eyes and humming a little. It was almost as if he was trying to ignore House, which was a very, very, very stupid thing to do.
In response (because House is a two year old who won't be ignored), House poked at the man's chest with the tip of his cane, causing him to startle and sit straight up in the warm bath. The towel came off his eyes and House could see that said eyes were wide and betrayed. As if he didn't expect that. Clearly he had something to learn about living in House's apartment.
"Question stands. What the hell are you doing in here? It's like I left a man and came back to a woman," House said, a smirk pulling at his lips. Chase blushed a little, though he'd chalk it up to the steam if questioned about it later, and cleared his throat before responding.
"I'm sore from running," he said, "and I had a long day yesterday. Decided to have a soak." He said all this with a nonchalant air, as if sounding like he didn't care at all would prompt House not to ask questions. Sadly, House was the type to ask questions even when it didn't seem like questions were necessary or even appropriate.
"So you decided to make the bathroom smell like Victoria gave birth to her secret in here? Where did you find all these ridiculously feminine bath products? The queen's sitting room?" Chase snorted a little; no matter how many times he tried to explain it, House was still going to insist that he was English. Next time, however, Chase had the perfect retort in mind for that-he just hadn't come up with it yet.
"It's a sitz. Helps sore muscles," Chase explained. "You could probably benefit from using one every once in a while. The rosewater helps relax you which, and I know you're not into anything remotely resembling homeopathic medicine, can also soothe seizing muscles." House smirked again, watching Chase get more and more uncomfortable as he tried to explain away his little ritual with scientific fact.
"It could just be because you're a girl," House said bluntly, gesturing with his cane. "Help me in," he said, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. Chase got a smug look on his face and stood, rivulets of water streaming down the lines of his chest and stomach. House would have to be blind, deaf and dumb not to notice an invitation as blatant as that and he leaned in, inhaling deeply before scraping his teeth against the column of Chase's neck.
One thing that House loved about Chase was how fucking responsive he was and especially to pain. A kiss on the neck was all well and good, but kangaroos apparently weren't happy until someone gnawed on them. House was more than happy to oblige, licking and sucking and yes, biting at Chase's neck while Chase's hands pushed away his clothes.
While House was perfectly all right with getting in the bath with Chase, he apparently had other ideas and pushed House back toward the bedroom.
"I'm not a chew toy," Chase said petulantly, protesting when House took over and pushed him down toward the bed with his cane. House ignored him and kept going, hand working Chase's cock. "Come when I tell you to come and don't talk," he said, eliciting a low groan from Chase.
"But I…House, I…" House silenced that with a rough kiss, slowing his hand on Chase's cock. He went for a few more seconds that way, getting Chase so worked up that he was panting and writhing.
"Get on top of me," he said gruffly, a command that Chase was all too willing to oblige. House reached back for lube and slicked Chase carefully, slapping sharply at his thigh when he saw his eyes roll back in his head and a moan escape. "I told you not to come, Chase."
Chase rocked against him, silent. His hands found House's, clutching them and squeezing tightly as he tried to stave off the inevitable. House himself was having a good day, which meant he'd come quick and hard and his muscles wouldn't seize up afterwards. He decided to be lenient.
"Go ahead," he grunted, nearly laughing when Chase's face fell into utter relief and he came, wet and hot against House's stomach. House came close afterwards, long fingers making bruises along Chase's narrow hips. He drew blood on Chase's left, eliciting a noise halfway between a whimper and a whine. House pressed a kiss to his own hand and then to Chase's hip-the closest thing he was getting to soothing it.
"Still have bath bombs," Chase said sleepily, propped on one elbow and giving House a look that was too dreamy to be coming from an actual man. House rolled his eyes and hauled Chase close, spooning against his back.
"Stop mooning like a princess and go to bed." And Chase, being the good boy he was, did exactly that.
Title: Out on Good Behavior
Author: sheikah
Summary: Chase is a girl. Sometimes.
Pairing: House/Chase
Rating: R
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Fox does.
Notes: For bubbleficathon and auchic, who wanted House/Chase and bath bombs. I really hope I did okay.
The bathroom smelled like…roses. Or chocolate. Or maybe some combination of the two that House hadn't really thought out before now. It wasn't a man's bathroom, which is what House's bathroom had been before someone decided to take over. Moving in wasn't an invitation to change a man's whole bathroom experience, after all.
And lounging in his bathtub (House was very proprietary, even when he was allowing someone to move in. His stuff was his, thanks) was a pink-cheeked blond angel, a damp towel over his eyes and whatever the hell the smelly stuff was in the water making everything fizzy. No need for fizz in a bath, in House's humble opinion.
"What the hell are you doing in my bathtub?" House asked, getting quite possibly the laziest response in reply. The blond cherub/angel/girl merely shrugged, rearranging the towel over his eyes and humming a little. It was almost as if he was trying to ignore House, which was a very, very, very stupid thing to do.
In response (because House is a two year old who won't be ignored), House poked at the man's chest with the tip of his cane, causing him to startle and sit straight up in the warm bath. The towel came off his eyes and House could see that said eyes were wide and betrayed. As if he didn't expect that. Clearly he had something to learn about living in House's apartment.
"Question stands. What the hell are you doing in here? It's like I left a man and came back to a woman," House said, a smirk pulling at his lips. Chase blushed a little, though he'd chalk it up to the steam if questioned about it later, and cleared his throat before responding.
"I'm sore from running," he said, "and I had a long day yesterday. Decided to have a soak." He said all this with a nonchalant air, as if sounding like he didn't care at all would prompt House not to ask questions. Sadly, House was the type to ask questions even when it didn't seem like questions were necessary or even appropriate.
"So you decided to make the bathroom smell like Victoria gave birth to her secret in here? Where did you find all these ridiculously feminine bath products? The queen's sitting room?" Chase snorted a little; no matter how many times he tried to explain it, House was still going to insist that he was English. Next time, however, Chase had the perfect retort in mind for that-he just hadn't come up with it yet.
"It's a sitz. Helps sore muscles," Chase explained. "You could probably benefit from using one every once in a while. The rosewater helps relax you which, and I know you're not into anything remotely resembling homeopathic medicine, can also soothe seizing muscles." House smirked again, watching Chase get more and more uncomfortable as he tried to explain away his little ritual with scientific fact.
"It could just be because you're a girl," House said bluntly, gesturing with his cane. "Help me in," he said, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. Chase got a smug look on his face and stood, rivulets of water streaming down the lines of his chest and stomach. House would have to be blind, deaf and dumb not to notice an invitation as blatant as that and he leaned in, inhaling deeply before scraping his teeth against the column of Chase's neck.
One thing that House loved about Chase was how fucking responsive he was and especially to pain. A kiss on the neck was all well and good, but kangaroos apparently weren't happy until someone gnawed on them. House was more than happy to oblige, licking and sucking and yes, biting at Chase's neck while Chase's hands pushed away his clothes.
While House was perfectly all right with getting in the bath with Chase, he apparently had other ideas and pushed House back toward the bedroom.
"I'm not a chew toy," Chase said petulantly, protesting when House took over and pushed him down toward the bed with his cane. House ignored him and kept going, hand working Chase's cock. "Come when I tell you to come and don't talk," he said, eliciting a low groan from Chase.
"But I…House, I…" House silenced that with a rough kiss, slowing his hand on Chase's cock. He went for a few more seconds that way, getting Chase so worked up that he was panting and writhing.
"Get on top of me," he said gruffly, a command that Chase was all too willing to oblige. House reached back for lube and slicked Chase carefully, slapping sharply at his thigh when he saw his eyes roll back in his head and a moan escape. "I told you not to come, Chase."
Chase rocked against him, silent. His hands found House's, clutching them and squeezing tightly as he tried to stave off the inevitable. House himself was having a good day, which meant he'd come quick and hard and his muscles wouldn't seize up afterwards. He decided to be lenient.
"Go ahead," he grunted, nearly laughing when Chase's face fell into utter relief and he came, wet and hot against House's stomach. House came close afterwards, long fingers making bruises along Chase's narrow hips. He drew blood on Chase's left, eliciting a noise halfway between a whimper and a whine. House pressed a kiss to his own hand and then to Chase's hip-the closest thing he was getting to soothing it.
"Still have bath bombs," Chase said sleepily, propped on one elbow and giving House a look that was too dreamy to be coming from an actual man. House rolled his eyes and hauled Chase close, spooning against his back.
"Stop mooning like a princess and go to bed." And Chase, being the good boy he was, did exactly that.