coauthor:house/xmen:chase/rogue:myo:i touch myself
Title: “I Touch Myself” by The Divinyls
Author(s): chasemd & justalilcontact
Fandom: House, M.D. & X-Men
Prompt: 04 of 15
Character/Pairing: Robert Chase/Rogue
Rating: NC-17 (Sexual content)
Word Count: 2,062
Summary: Rogue gives Chase a helping hand...
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: We do not own Chase, House, M.D., Rogue or the X-Men and are not affiliated with any.
[PAST SCENE: Follows THIS and THIS but occurs before THIS]
I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
“I Touch Myself” by The Divinyls
Rogue stood in the private little room with Chase, the empty sample cup in her hand. She looked around at the array of porn he'd set up on the various surfaces and smirked. She shouldn't have been amused, but she was. Her Doc, the guy who could out wank a teenage boy that had just discovered the joys of touching himself, couldn't give a sperm sample. She shook her head and moved around to pick up the magazines and put them back into a neat pile. She set the cup down on a nearby table and moved over to Chase.
Her gloved hands ran down his sides, and she pressed herself up against him as she batted her long lashes, and her brown eyes darkened. He didn't need the other visual aids now that she was here to help him out. "Normally I'd ask ya what you want me to do, but right now I think you need someone to take control, sugar. And if there's one thing I know it's how to get ya off." She circled around him, and slid a hand into his scrub pants. "Ain't it, Doc?" she whispered against his ear.
Chase wet his lips as he looked down at her. "It's broken," he offered, though his tone clearly indicated some of his resolve was slipping. His hand wrapped around her arm as his breath hitched at the minor touch. "This is just not... s-sexy..."
She clucked her tongue. "Close your eyes," came the husky command. "I'm gonna make it sexy, and I need you to concentrate on my voice."
Chase exhaled and rolled his shoulders a little. He felt like he was facing something like a job interview or giving a speech, which, by the way, he hated doing with a passion. It wasn't that he particularly despised this whole sperm sample thing, he was just very convinced he was stuffed with it. He closed his eyes, trying to do as she asked, but it was hard. He was still more than aware he was in a fertility clinic trying to shoot and score into a tiny plastic cup.
Rogue pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, and smiled. "Good boy." The hand not in his scrub pants was pushed up his back and she knotted her fingers in his blond locks as she tilted his head to the side. Her hot breath skated across his skin and she licked at an area of flesh before pressing her mouth against it in an open mouth kiss. Her mutation sparked for just a second, and she shuddered against him. Her nipples hardened in response to the little taste she'd gotten, and she flattened herself against him, the soft curves of her body against the hard muscles of his back.
"I want you, Doc. I want ya every time I look at ya, and it don't much matter where we are. You just got this way of makin' me so wet, and hot, and turned on just by bein' you." She nipped at his earlobe and her gloved fingers brushed over cock. She wasn't yet taking him in hand, just slowly starting to tease him. "But we ain't here. We're back at home, standin' in front of that full length mirror in your room."
Chase swallowed heavily, his eyes still closed. His heart started to pick up pace in his chest and he shifted his stance to try and push into the teasing brushes of her fingers. "Our room..." he corrected distractedly, running his tongue along his lips. He needed to forget about the cup, forget about the clinic, about the room, about the scary porn...
Focus on Rogue.
"That's right, our room. Yours, and mine. The room where we've been doin' so much baby makin'. The room where we've learned each other's bodies inside, and out. The room where we've licked our wounds, and where we've celebrated, and where we've got to know each other." She rubbed the heel of her palm against him, before stroking her fingers down the side of him. "And we're there now, in front of the mirror. You're watchin' me while I touch you. You're naked, I'm not. This is one of those times where I ain't got control, Doc. But you don't mind, do ya? You've grown to like the feel of my gloves on your body..."
"Yes..." Chase whispered, the answer a response to both her words and the attentions of her hand. He rocked his hips forward, pushing against her palm to create just that little bit more friction. He was hard. At least that was a start. First base, surely? His eyes remained closed as he leaned in to try and steal unseeing kiss from her.
Rogue smiled, and the hand in his hair tightened its grip as she turned his head so she could meet his lips. The angle was awkward with her standing behind him, but they managed. Her tongue slipped past his lips, and she slid it over his as she explored him. Now that she could feel him hard, she wrapped her slender fingers around his cock and started to stroke him in a firm, steady rhythm.
She ended the kiss with a tug of his bottom lip and rest her chin on his shoulder. "I love it when you get hard for me, sugar. I love you, and I love your big, thick cock." Rogue could feel the desire coursing through her own veins, and forced herself to ignore the need pulsing between her thighs.
"Don't stop..." Chase hissed out. He leaned back against her and put his hand down over hers through the thin cotton fabric of the scrubs to squeeze her fingers softly. Feeling her touching him like this always sent something warm bubbling inside him. He was hard... really hard, but that wasn't ever really the problem. It was managing to get to completion without having performance anxiety again. Really, how he had ever had exam room fantasies in the past was beyond him. He realised now that he could do just about anything but fucking under pressure.
"Not plannin' to, babe," she whispered, echoing one of his particular terms of endearments. Since she'd been absorbing little bits and pieces of Chase over the months she had a habit of letting slip with words more familiar out of his mouth. She supposed it was better than the growling she got from Logan. Although that had its uses. She moved the hand from his hair and slipped it around his waist to hold him close against her. The hand around his cock worked him a little more firmly, and she licked and nipped at the back of his neck. "There ain't any rush, Doc. Ain't nothin' in the world but you, and me."
Chase's other hand went to her arm around his waist in a lack of anything else to really grab on to. If he didn't hold on to something, he’d fall over eventually. He hadn't realised how uptight he'd gotten and it was all coiled up in his gut, screaming for some sort of release. He bit down on his lip, trying to stay focused on her words while his own failed him.
He let out a small, breathy moan as her hand expertly worked up and down his length in fast, purposeful strokes. He momentarily wondered why he couldn't manage this himself but as soon as the thought was there, it was gone. He didn't care. Rogue was pulling him off in an absolutely glorious way and he wasn't going to complain about that at all.
Rogue let slip a moan of her own, the desire and pure want building up inside her becoming almost impossible for her to ignore. Getting him off was a turn on for her, always would be. She liked watching his face, hearing his moans, feeling him in her hand. She enjoyed the power. Rogue shifted so she could hook her leg around his and bring herself even closer against him. Her breath came out in pants against his neck, and kept pressing kisses against his skin. When she felt his body tighten she had to wrestle her arm from around his waist to grab the cup so she could be ready. Another brush of her lips against his skin before she sank her teeth in and marked him with a low moan.
A sharp expletive slipped from Chase's lips around a heavy wave of pants. Sweat prickled over his skin and the first warning tingles alerted him in his gut. "Close," he groaned, almost losing it without warning as she bit down on his skin. He had the mind to try and fumble around for the cup. How did guys manage to do this on their own? Another breathless whimper of her name punctuated as he veered closer and closer to climax, biting down on his lip with such force he could taste blood.
Rogue soothed the bite with her tongue, before she placed her mouth next to his ear. She helped get the cup into his hand, and closed her fingers around his wrist gently. The hand on his cocked worked faster, firmer and she smiled. "Come for me, Doc. If you had any idea how wet I am right now... and all because of you. For you."
Nothing like a sexy woman telling a guy she's wet for him. He gripped the cup, glad it was pretty tough plastic, and with one final deep choked groan, Chase came forcefully. His orgasm tore through him and he held loosely onto the last shred of concentration he had not to drop the cup.
Rogue took the cup from him and kissed his cheek as she took her hand from out of his scrub pants. "That's my Doc." She screwed the lid on, and set it down on the bench before she moved around to face the Doc and straighten him up a little. Then she pressed her lips to his and smirked against his mouth. "You better return the favour later at home."
Chase looked at the cup with a dazed blink and put his hand up to swipe the sweat off his forehead. "'Course," he said breathlessly and returned the kiss. "M'not sure I am going to be able to concentrate for the rest of the day."
Rogue combed her fingers through her hair and giggled. "It was that good, huh?"
Chase nodded with a smirk. "Yeah, that and the fact I think I strained every brain cell in my head trying to concentrate on getting a result."
She pouted a little in sympathy, and took his hand. "Well, you are the boss now... you could always come home with me."
Chase sighed and leaned in against her. "I wish, babe. Unfortunately and ironically, I have an Orchiectomy this afternoon. But it’s my last surgery for the day so I should be home early and tomorrow is my day off." He went over to the small sink and started to wash his hands.
She watched him with a mischievous glint in her brown eyes, and smoothed her hands down over her skirt. "Maybe you can look at dresses with me tomorrow. Just in the magazines. I ain't ready to try anythin' on yet."
Chase's eyebrows shot up. "I thought I wasn't supposed to see?!"
Rogue stared at him and shrugged. "I thought maybe it was only on the night? Are you not supposed to see the dress at all? Okay, forget it. I'll just make have my wicked way with ya instead."
"I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to see at all. I think I even maybe remember Tara issuing painful threats to Lachlan if he saw her dress before the day," Chase insisted. "I'll ask him." He smirked. "You mean, I'm supposed to try and restock while removing some poor guy's balls? Wow, I have my work cut out for me."
"Oh..." She frowned, and licked at her lips. "I really suck at this." She shook her head and closed the gap between them again. "Maybe I chose the wrong words... 'Cause you got fingers and a tongue, right? And I know what you're capable of with those."
"What have you got planned for me, Miss D'Ancanto?" Chase laughed.
Rogue winked. "You'll find out soon enough, Dr. Chase."
- Co-written by chasemd & justalilcontact
Author(s): chasemd & justalilcontact
Fandom: House, M.D. & X-Men
Prompt: 04 of 15
Character/Pairing: Robert Chase/Rogue
Rating: NC-17 (Sexual content)
Word Count: 2,062
Summary: Rogue gives Chase a helping hand...
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: We do not own Chase, House, M.D., Rogue or the X-Men and are not affiliated with any.
[PAST SCENE: Follows THIS and THIS but occurs before THIS]
I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
“I Touch Myself” by The Divinyls
Rogue stood in the private little room with Chase, the empty sample cup in her hand. She looked around at the array of porn he'd set up on the various surfaces and smirked. She shouldn't have been amused, but she was. Her Doc, the guy who could out wank a teenage boy that had just discovered the joys of touching himself, couldn't give a sperm sample. She shook her head and moved around to pick up the magazines and put them back into a neat pile. She set the cup down on a nearby table and moved over to Chase.
Her gloved hands ran down his sides, and she pressed herself up against him as she batted her long lashes, and her brown eyes darkened. He didn't need the other visual aids now that she was here to help him out. "Normally I'd ask ya what you want me to do, but right now I think you need someone to take control, sugar. And if there's one thing I know it's how to get ya off." She circled around him, and slid a hand into his scrub pants. "Ain't it, Doc?" she whispered against his ear.
Chase wet his lips as he looked down at her. "It's broken," he offered, though his tone clearly indicated some of his resolve was slipping. His hand wrapped around her arm as his breath hitched at the minor touch. "This is just not... s-sexy..."
She clucked her tongue. "Close your eyes," came the husky command. "I'm gonna make it sexy, and I need you to concentrate on my voice."
Chase exhaled and rolled his shoulders a little. He felt like he was facing something like a job interview or giving a speech, which, by the way, he hated doing with a passion. It wasn't that he particularly despised this whole sperm sample thing, he was just very convinced he was stuffed with it. He closed his eyes, trying to do as she asked, but it was hard. He was still more than aware he was in a fertility clinic trying to shoot and score into a tiny plastic cup.
Rogue pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, and smiled. "Good boy." The hand not in his scrub pants was pushed up his back and she knotted her fingers in his blond locks as she tilted his head to the side. Her hot breath skated across his skin and she licked at an area of flesh before pressing her mouth against it in an open mouth kiss. Her mutation sparked for just a second, and she shuddered against him. Her nipples hardened in response to the little taste she'd gotten, and she flattened herself against him, the soft curves of her body against the hard muscles of his back.
"I want you, Doc. I want ya every time I look at ya, and it don't much matter where we are. You just got this way of makin' me so wet, and hot, and turned on just by bein' you." She nipped at his earlobe and her gloved fingers brushed over cock. She wasn't yet taking him in hand, just slowly starting to tease him. "But we ain't here. We're back at home, standin' in front of that full length mirror in your room."
Chase swallowed heavily, his eyes still closed. His heart started to pick up pace in his chest and he shifted his stance to try and push into the teasing brushes of her fingers. "Our room..." he corrected distractedly, running his tongue along his lips. He needed to forget about the cup, forget about the clinic, about the room, about the scary porn...
Focus on Rogue.
"That's right, our room. Yours, and mine. The room where we've been doin' so much baby makin'. The room where we've learned each other's bodies inside, and out. The room where we've licked our wounds, and where we've celebrated, and where we've got to know each other." She rubbed the heel of her palm against him, before stroking her fingers down the side of him. "And we're there now, in front of the mirror. You're watchin' me while I touch you. You're naked, I'm not. This is one of those times where I ain't got control, Doc. But you don't mind, do ya? You've grown to like the feel of my gloves on your body..."
"Yes..." Chase whispered, the answer a response to both her words and the attentions of her hand. He rocked his hips forward, pushing against her palm to create just that little bit more friction. He was hard. At least that was a start. First base, surely? His eyes remained closed as he leaned in to try and steal unseeing kiss from her.
Rogue smiled, and the hand in his hair tightened its grip as she turned his head so she could meet his lips. The angle was awkward with her standing behind him, but they managed. Her tongue slipped past his lips, and she slid it over his as she explored him. Now that she could feel him hard, she wrapped her slender fingers around his cock and started to stroke him in a firm, steady rhythm.
She ended the kiss with a tug of his bottom lip and rest her chin on his shoulder. "I love it when you get hard for me, sugar. I love you, and I love your big, thick cock." Rogue could feel the desire coursing through her own veins, and forced herself to ignore the need pulsing between her thighs.
"Don't stop..." Chase hissed out. He leaned back against her and put his hand down over hers through the thin cotton fabric of the scrubs to squeeze her fingers softly. Feeling her touching him like this always sent something warm bubbling inside him. He was hard... really hard, but that wasn't ever really the problem. It was managing to get to completion without having performance anxiety again. Really, how he had ever had exam room fantasies in the past was beyond him. He realised now that he could do just about anything but fucking under pressure.
"Not plannin' to, babe," she whispered, echoing one of his particular terms of endearments. Since she'd been absorbing little bits and pieces of Chase over the months she had a habit of letting slip with words more familiar out of his mouth. She supposed it was better than the growling she got from Logan. Although that had its uses. She moved the hand from his hair and slipped it around his waist to hold him close against her. The hand around his cock worked him a little more firmly, and she licked and nipped at the back of his neck. "There ain't any rush, Doc. Ain't nothin' in the world but you, and me."
Chase's other hand went to her arm around his waist in a lack of anything else to really grab on to. If he didn't hold on to something, he’d fall over eventually. He hadn't realised how uptight he'd gotten and it was all coiled up in his gut, screaming for some sort of release. He bit down on his lip, trying to stay focused on her words while his own failed him.
He let out a small, breathy moan as her hand expertly worked up and down his length in fast, purposeful strokes. He momentarily wondered why he couldn't manage this himself but as soon as the thought was there, it was gone. He didn't care. Rogue was pulling him off in an absolutely glorious way and he wasn't going to complain about that at all.
Rogue let slip a moan of her own, the desire and pure want building up inside her becoming almost impossible for her to ignore. Getting him off was a turn on for her, always would be. She liked watching his face, hearing his moans, feeling him in her hand. She enjoyed the power. Rogue shifted so she could hook her leg around his and bring herself even closer against him. Her breath came out in pants against his neck, and kept pressing kisses against his skin. When she felt his body tighten she had to wrestle her arm from around his waist to grab the cup so she could be ready. Another brush of her lips against his skin before she sank her teeth in and marked him with a low moan.
A sharp expletive slipped from Chase's lips around a heavy wave of pants. Sweat prickled over his skin and the first warning tingles alerted him in his gut. "Close," he groaned, almost losing it without warning as she bit down on his skin. He had the mind to try and fumble around for the cup. How did guys manage to do this on their own? Another breathless whimper of her name punctuated as he veered closer and closer to climax, biting down on his lip with such force he could taste blood.
Rogue soothed the bite with her tongue, before she placed her mouth next to his ear. She helped get the cup into his hand, and closed her fingers around his wrist gently. The hand on his cocked worked faster, firmer and she smiled. "Come for me, Doc. If you had any idea how wet I am right now... and all because of you. For you."
Nothing like a sexy woman telling a guy she's wet for him. He gripped the cup, glad it was pretty tough plastic, and with one final deep choked groan, Chase came forcefully. His orgasm tore through him and he held loosely onto the last shred of concentration he had not to drop the cup.
Rogue took the cup from him and kissed his cheek as she took her hand from out of his scrub pants. "That's my Doc." She screwed the lid on, and set it down on the bench before she moved around to face the Doc and straighten him up a little. Then she pressed her lips to his and smirked against his mouth. "You better return the favour later at home."
Chase looked at the cup with a dazed blink and put his hand up to swipe the sweat off his forehead. "'Course," he said breathlessly and returned the kiss. "M'not sure I am going to be able to concentrate for the rest of the day."
Rogue combed her fingers through her hair and giggled. "It was that good, huh?"
Chase nodded with a smirk. "Yeah, that and the fact I think I strained every brain cell in my head trying to concentrate on getting a result."
She pouted a little in sympathy, and took his hand. "Well, you are the boss now... you could always come home with me."
Chase sighed and leaned in against her. "I wish, babe. Unfortunately and ironically, I have an Orchiectomy this afternoon. But it’s my last surgery for the day so I should be home early and tomorrow is my day off." He went over to the small sink and started to wash his hands.
She watched him with a mischievous glint in her brown eyes, and smoothed her hands down over her skirt. "Maybe you can look at dresses with me tomorrow. Just in the magazines. I ain't ready to try anythin' on yet."
Chase's eyebrows shot up. "I thought I wasn't supposed to see?!"
Rogue stared at him and shrugged. "I thought maybe it was only on the night? Are you not supposed to see the dress at all? Okay, forget it. I'll just make have my wicked way with ya instead."
"I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to see at all. I think I even maybe remember Tara issuing painful threats to Lachlan if he saw her dress before the day," Chase insisted. "I'll ask him." He smirked. "You mean, I'm supposed to try and restock while removing some poor guy's balls? Wow, I have my work cut out for me."
"Oh..." She frowned, and licked at her lips. "I really suck at this." She shook her head and closed the gap between them again. "Maybe I chose the wrong words... 'Cause you got fingers and a tongue, right? And I know what you're capable of with those."
"What have you got planned for me, Miss D'Ancanto?" Chase laughed.
Rogue winked. "You'll find out soon enough, Dr. Chase."
- Co-written by chasemd & justalilcontact