Don't Tell Me Cause It Hurts part five
House gripped his cane tighter and gritted his teeth. He spent his money and time on someone who moved on already so fast. Chase panicked.
"Please, House! Listen to me!" He ran to House and nearly knocked him over with his hug.
"What is there to tell me?" House spat, his whole body tensing.
"You need to understand-"
"Oh, I understand, all right. Who is he?" House jerked his head in Aiden's direction.
"My ex." Chase mumbled. House glared at him.
"He's hot."
"Come back to my place and I'll tell you everything."
"You have a place?" House accused, and Chase laughed.
"I needed an apartment." Chase explained, and House seemed to understand. Minutes later, they arrived at Chase's apartment, where House was waiting impatiently and Chase was shaking.
"So, you want to tell me about this business with this good old fashioned lover boy of yours?"
"His name is Aiden and we aren't lovers."
"Oh, so he has a name?" House asked sarcastically, and Chase rolled his eyes.
"We dated for a few months when I was a teenager. He was good looking, but had a mean temper. He was worse than a chick. I had to tell him everything. If I was a minute late, he'd beat me. Well, he beat me any chance he could, but he needed an excuse. He had a bad temper, and he fueled it with alcohol. Every time after, he'd cry and promise he'd change. I'd believe him, and he never changed. He raped me two, three times a night, then criticize me right in front of my face. I fought back once, but he called the cops on me and I was thrown in jail for a few months. I left him without saying anything, and a letter was forwarded to me from him telling me he was in rehab and wanted me to come back. I never answered him. So, I feel awful for doing that to you." House stared at him in silence.
"I never knew that."
"I never told anyone." Chase sighed. "Do you forgive me?" House considered this for a while, making faces as he thought.
"Will we have sex when I want, how I want, where I want?"
"You always do!" Both of them laughed, and Chase leaned in for a kiss.
"We should go back home." Chase mumbled.
"Yeah, home..." The jet-lag caught onto House, who could barely keep his eyes open.
"It's okay. We can wait until morning." Chase whispered, and House nodded as best as he could. Chase laid him in bed and kissed the top of his head. House remembered that night, and he had to tell Chase.
"WilsontriedtorapemebutIdidn'tlethim" Chase looked at him, bewildered.
"House, I can't understand you." He tried again.
"Wilson...he tried to rape me...he took me to a bar...too many drinks..took me home...sex...hit him with a cane...left..." He was drifting, but Chase got it.
"Well, I'm proud of you for not sleeping with him." Chase kissed him again. House was just happy to be going to work with his boyfriend again. Too bad some others didn't share his joy...
"Please, House! Listen to me!" He ran to House and nearly knocked him over with his hug.
"What is there to tell me?" House spat, his whole body tensing.
"You need to understand-"
"Oh, I understand, all right. Who is he?" House jerked his head in Aiden's direction.
"My ex." Chase mumbled. House glared at him.
"He's hot."
"Come back to my place and I'll tell you everything."
"You have a place?" House accused, and Chase laughed.
"I needed an apartment." Chase explained, and House seemed to understand. Minutes later, they arrived at Chase's apartment, where House was waiting impatiently and Chase was shaking.
"So, you want to tell me about this business with this good old fashioned lover boy of yours?"
"His name is Aiden and we aren't lovers."
"Oh, so he has a name?" House asked sarcastically, and Chase rolled his eyes.
"We dated for a few months when I was a teenager. He was good looking, but had a mean temper. He was worse than a chick. I had to tell him everything. If I was a minute late, he'd beat me. Well, he beat me any chance he could, but he needed an excuse. He had a bad temper, and he fueled it with alcohol. Every time after, he'd cry and promise he'd change. I'd believe him, and he never changed. He raped me two, three times a night, then criticize me right in front of my face. I fought back once, but he called the cops on me and I was thrown in jail for a few months. I left him without saying anything, and a letter was forwarded to me from him telling me he was in rehab and wanted me to come back. I never answered him. So, I feel awful for doing that to you." House stared at him in silence.
"I never knew that."
"I never told anyone." Chase sighed. "Do you forgive me?" House considered this for a while, making faces as he thought.
"Will we have sex when I want, how I want, where I want?"
"You always do!" Both of them laughed, and Chase leaned in for a kiss.
"We should go back home." Chase mumbled.
"Yeah, home..." The jet-lag caught onto House, who could barely keep his eyes open.
"It's okay. We can wait until morning." Chase whispered, and House nodded as best as he could. Chase laid him in bed and kissed the top of his head. House remembered that night, and he had to tell Chase.
"WilsontriedtorapemebutIdidn'tlethim" Chase looked at him, bewildered.
"House, I can't understand you." He tried again.
"Wilson...he tried to rape me...he took me to a bar...too many drinks..took me home...sex...hit him with a cane...left..." He was drifting, but Chase got it.
"Well, I'm proud of you for not sleeping with him." Chase kissed him again. House was just happy to be going to work with his boyfriend again. Too bad some others didn't share his joy...