Fic: Fair Warning
Title: Fair Warning
Author: interpretthis
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Chase
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash
Summary: “Why Robbie…just what can I do for you this lovely evening?”
Notes: For kansasspice. Takes place just after “Half-Wit”, which leads one to the conclusion that, yes, there are spoilers for “Half-Wit”. Otherwise…here we have pure, unadulterated PWP folks. ;) Cross-posted to house_chase and
house_slash.
Greg House sat in his office, squeaking back and forth in his wheelie chair, feet propped up on the cluttered surface of his desk as he jabbed away at level eight of Mario. Without warning, he was rudely interrupted by a blonde Aussie in a lab coat. Chase barged in without a knock, closed the door quickly behind himself, and made a rush of closing the blinds, making the normally transparent walls less than see-through. House paused, watching Chase, his finger hovering just above the console’s “a” button. He threw it to the desk casually, his eyes still on the younger doctor as he grabbed his cane and heaved himself out of the chair. He leaned to one side, cocking his head, a mock-concerned expression on his face.
“Why Robbie…just what can I do for you this lovely evening?”
Chase stared back at him, a good ten feet away, a scowl crinkling his pretty face.
“You,” he jabbed his finger in House’s general direction, moving a step closer with each word he forced out, “are an ass.”
“Oh come on, you can do better than that. Heard that one a thousand times. Different variations of course, but -”
“Cameron officially hates you. I won’t be surprised if she never speaks to you again.”
House scoffed. “Oh that. Just a lover’s spat. Not a big deal. She’ll be begging me to take her back once she hears about what I’m faking next. Erectile dysfunc -”
“I don’t care if she never speaks to you again.”
Chase’s tone of voice went from hard to calm. Resolved. He’d managed to move through the room until he stood just in front of House, looking up at him with large eyes.
“I’m glad you’re not dying. I’m going to kiss you now.”
House gave a short bark of a laugh, just about to say something snarky about fair warning when Chase’s lips closed over his own, arms folding around him as the younger doctor backed him into the desk in a rush. House stayed stock still, utterly taken aback, fingers gripping the edge of the desk. Some unknown force parted his lips as Chase trailed his tongue along his bottom lip, requesting access. The same unknown force let out a soft moan as Chase’s tongue met his own and then he was kissing back, and the force was gone and it was all him all him all him and he’d never felt harder nor more aroused in his life as he kissed back feverishly, obliging Chase with groans and soft bites and dueling tongues. He whimpered as Chase drew away, panting, with a bit of a devilish grin on his face. Chase turned on his heal and went to the windows, pulling the blinds back and revealing the office to the world once again.
“What - you’re just going to saunter out of here? I thought I told you not to start anything you couldn’t finish, you minx!” House watched in disbelief as Chase straightened the lapels of his lab coat and ran his fingers through his hair, readying himself to leave.
“Not even leaving the curtains closed for me to jack off! The nerve!” House shouted after him in mock-disappointment. Well. Maybe not mock. It was a damn good thing the hallways had cleared out for the night.
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House pushed his way into the clinic, swinging by the central desk to mutter that Dr. Chase would not be accepting any patients until further notice, before squeaking across the linoleum and into exam room two.
“What’re you-?”
“Don’t mind me,” House plopped down onto a stool in the corner, eyeing a woman with a small kid seated on the exam table.
“Chicken pox?”
Chase sighed, glancing quickly at House before turning back to the sink.
“Yeah.”
“Tell the mom to give the kid a goddamn Aveeno bath and invite anyone in the neighborhood under the age of twelve for a play date. Assuming they haven’t had it already of course.” House twirled his cane, eyes fixed on the back of Chase’s head, the younger doctor’s golden hair catching the sunlight streaming through the window. Damn pretty, that boy was.
The mother balked, balling her fists onto the curves of her hips and sputtering at House as if she’d just been walloped in the face with a dead wombat.
“Excuse me?” She hissed.
House pulled a tight-lipped grin. Twirled his cane.
“One of those mothers,” he muttered, raising an eyebrow at Chase. He turned to the mother, taking on a patronizing tone. “Chicken pox. Oatmeal bath. Infect the neighborhood. Goodbye! I have a bit of business with my prettiest, youngest duckling Aussie doctor boy thang.”
The mother grabbed her child and rushed out the door with one last open-mouthed, wide-eyed glance at House. House lifted his hand in a cheery wave before slamming the door closed behind her with the toe of his cane, locking the room soundly. He turned to face Chase, his lips twisted into a mock frown.
“Shame that. I didn’t have the time to commit the mother to the psych ward. Not being able to recognize chicken pox in a kinder-kid. What has the world come to?”
Chase stared at him, mouth open slightly, pretty blond hair still glowing in the sun.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Chase went about changing the exam table, a bemused look still floating about his features.
“I,” House stood, pausing for dramatic effect. Chase turned, crossing his arms over his chest with a typical - what now? - look. House twirled his cane once more. Planted in on the linoleum. Took a step forward, lips curling into a smirk as he got that rakish glint in his eye. “I have come to fuck you senseless.”
Chase swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing admirably as a wave of - what? - surprise? dread? desire? passed over his features.
House stared him down, eyes smoldering with delight and lust, and if Chase didn’t know better he’d say the older doctor was seducing him with his gaze. Chase, however, knew that it didn’t take even House’s gaze to get him going. He was for it the second he heard “fuck” and “you” in the same sentence. Chase let out a small moan, pulling his full red lip into his mouth as House motioned him forward with his cane, the older doctor moving forward to crush him against the counter, rough lips pulling at soft red ones. Chase groaned, throwing his head back against one of the many overhanging cabinets as he felt House’s teeth pull at his ear, sucking at the sensitive spot just behind it, shucking the younger doctor’s lab coat in a flurry of starch.
They fumbled their way over to the exam table, House pushing Chase back into its cool metal, their mouths working furiously all the while as tongue pushed along tongue, House sweeping every inch of Chase’s mouth, pillaging, owning. In a matter of seconds, Chase found his way onto the table, sanitary paper crumpling up around his shoulders as House all but pounced on top of him, capturing his lips in yet another fierce kiss that left Chase drawing breath in desperate pants, eyes turning in on one another. House undid buttons clumsily, pushing the younger man’s heinously striped shirt from his rounded shoulders before snaking down to clasp his lips around a hardened nipple, pulling a most interesting reaction from Chase as the younger man moaned loudly and bucked his hips forward all at once, begging for House’s touch.
“Not yet Chase,” House lifted his lips from their assault on Chase’s nipple to grin wickedly. “You’re gonna have to prove yourself first. Show me how much you want it.”
House striped himself before trailing his hand down to undo the clasp of Chase’s belt, shuck the younger doctor’s slacks, and rub the silky flesh of his inner thigh…So close to…but not…there. Chase sighed in a desperate rush, eyes slipping shut as he forced his head back into the clinic’s pathetic excuse for a pillow, his hair plastered to his forehead with a sheen of perspiration. And then his boxers were off on their own somewhere, and House’s mouth was on him and his fingers were tangled in House’s hair, urging him on and god but it felt amazing. House dipped lower, pushing his tongue into the younger man’s perineum. Once. Twice. The way House had first reacted to that kiss led Chase to believe he didn’t get off with men in general, but christ did he give a hell of a blowjob. Chase groaned as House pumped the base of his cock, teasing the head with his tongue.
“Oh fuck.” Chase shuddered, riding on the edge, the heat of his orgasm starting to build in his abdomen. And then House was gone, leaving his cock to bob desperately against his stomach. Chase whimpered. House gave a devilish grin.
“What’d I tell you about fucking you senseless? That involves yours truly. And you still haven’t convinced me. You don’t want it badly enough.” The blue eyes sparkled wickedly. The man was obviously enjoying himself.
“Tease,” Chase muttered, pushing up onto House’s stomach, grasping for any contact he could get. Friction. Heat.
House lowered his lips to Chase’s ear, trailing his warm, wet tongue across its shell. “Tell me how much you need it.”
Chase whimpered. Arched his back. Swallowed his pride and moaned it all in a rush.
“More than anything. Want you in me. Your cock. Need to come.”
House groaned with approval, pushing in before Chase could open his eyes, obviously eager to deliver. He ignored Chase’s slight whimper of pain altogether, speeding up, thrusting harder, the younger doctor’s moans of pain fading into to those of pleasure as he hit Chase’s prostate with each stroke.
“Oh fuck yes House.” Chase wriggled under him, reaching for his own needy cock with a shaking hand. House growled through his thrusts, grabbing Chase’s wrists to pin them above his head.
“You come when I tell you to.” House hissed next to his ear, sending a shudder through the younger doctor as he tried to focus on anything but coming. He was so close. He couldn’t. Focus. He forced himself to think. Anything but. He didn’t even notice as House released his wrists.
“God House.” Chase thrust up instinctively, pushing into House’s talented fingers as they darted up and down his cock, pulling and tightening.
“Now,” House growled as he bucked his last few thrusts, emptying himself into the man below with a low moan, his eyes slipping closed as they rolled back into his head. Chase groaned as he let go, coming hot and hard into House’s hand, hips pushing upwards in one last, sated thrust.
House collapsed on top of Chase, his head resting in the crook of Chase’s neck as their heart rates slowed, pants settling into even breathing. It was a few minutes before House slid off, dressing quickly and waiting for Chase to dress before nodding, winking and departing.
Chase sighed. Washed his face. Checked his hair in the mirror. Smoothed it out with his fingers and knew at the same time that everyone waiting outside would be able to smell the sex on him. And if not the sex, certainly the House. He grabbed his file and stepped into the waiting room, his mind on House and sex and House and love? and sex and House. He called the next patient on his chart, motioning her into the exam room.
“Hello. My name is Doctor Chase, and I’ll be your attending physician for the day…”
As long as she didn’t expect him to be attending and much of a physician, all would be just dandy. Chase sighed as his pager beeped. Excused himself from the girl as he reached down to read about the latest emergency.
10pm. My place. Bring the hair and the ass. G.H.
Chase grinned and turned back to the patient, feeling, if possible, even less attentive than he had just a minute before. He had a feeling House and sex and House and love? and sex and House would dominate his mind for the rest of the day. If not longer.
FIN