Fic: Chasing Dreams Pt 4 of ?
Title: Chasing Dreams
Part: 4 of ?
Author: rainbow_romeo
Pairing: House/Chase
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, implied and explicit sexual actions - no this isn't a PWP and it will take some time till the explicit sex
Disclaimer: Not mine, blah
Summery: Dr. Robert Chase thinks that his private life is nobody's business but his own, he also thinks that he's not a masochist. As always House proves him wrong in the most unconventional way possible.
A/N: Thanks for every kind of feedback =)
“Just sit down, you make me nervous. You don’t need me to grand you permission or order you to do everything!”
“I’m sorry. I’m just not really sure what this is and… what you’re planning on doing.”
House had finally done what Chase had expected him to do since the beginning. He had told him to come to his apartment. Well, he hadn’t actually, he had only told him “9 pm” before wandering off to have lunch with Wilson, but Chase wasn’t stupid and he knew where House would be at 9 pm if they didn’t have a critical case and he had been right. House had wanted him to turn up on his doorstep at 9 pm straight.
“I’m planning on taking advantage of your promise, my little Robbie! But don’t worry, we’ll ease into it, you don’t have to whore yourself out in exchange for my silence.”
The “yet” was hanging in the air between them and while one part of Chase wanted nothing more than to make a run for it, the other wanted to reach out and put that word in his bag, take it home with him and maybe bring it back some time in the future.
That latter part was seriously freaking him out.
“Right now, I want answers. I know, I know, normally it’s all about solving the puzzle myself, but sometimes a great mass of information can be just as good as figuring out one piece of information on my own.”
Chase did nothing but sigh. Since the talk with Wilson he had pretty much resigned. There was no way out of the uncomfortable deal with his boss, but at least Wilson would supervise whatever House was planning, so it wouldn’t damage Chase too badly. He was trapped, so the best way was to obey until House grew tired of him.
“Okay. Ask.”
“As if you were the one to decide, little Robbie!” House chuckled. “First one: Are you gay?”
“No, I…” Damn, why couldn’t he trust his voice to work when he needed it to? This whole stuttering thing was getting ridiculous. “I like men and women. I’m not gay.”
“Ah, so that’s one of those answers. You know, like the “I like pain, no I’m not a masochist” one you are so keen on repeating.”
“I’m bisexual, House! I’ve had girlfriends, I’ve done stuff with guys. Yes, I do probably like sex with men more than I do sex with woman, but I still like girls, so that makes me bisexual.”
“Which brings us to the second question: Do you like to top or bottom when you are with guys?”
“Generally I’m the one who tops.”
“That’s not the answer I was asking for, Chase. I don’t want to know what you do, I want to know what you like!”
He really hoped his deep sighs showed his boss how very annoyed he was becoming. “I don’t really like anal sex with women, I don’t like to be on the giving end with men. You happy now?”
“So why do you top if you don’t really like it? That sounds awfully illogical.”
“I want to. So I do. That’s not a crime, it’s nobody’s business but mine, whether or not I’m having exactly the type of sexual contact I like best.”
Surprisingly, House just nodded and disappeared into the kitchen soon after. Chase was finally able to relax at least a little bit and let himself sink deeper into the cushions of the couch. The apartment was nice and Chase was surprised about how fast he managed to feel pretty much at ease in the soft light of the living room. Even though it was his boss’s home, he actually felt more at home than he had ever managed in any of his apartments in the US.
“You want a beer?”
“No, thanks.” Since when would House want to be a friendly, considerate host?
“Tea, coffee, water, anything?”
“I’m good.”
“How was your first time with a guy?”
What? Chase couldn’t believe what he thought he’d just heard. That was just… bold - even for House’s standard.
“You want anything to eat? I think I’ve got some leftover take-out from yesterday.”
How did the older man do it? He had only known for about a week that Chase was interested in men and already he was asking about his first time like it was nothing. It was typically House-ish, but…
Chase just really didn’t want to answer that and he didn’t understand his own fear of House’s investigative skills. Why did he think House would find out if he lied? With a sigh he admitted - at least to himself - that it wasn’t about that part, he was just too badly afraid that he did somehow and would then tell everyone about him. House knew a lot more about him already than he had when they’d agreed on the deal, a lot more stuff Chase didn’t want everyone to know about. This was getting worse by the second.
“You didn’t answer my last two questions. The last one I know you’ll say no to, I only wanted to seem nice so you stop being so cranky. But the one before that needs an actually story for an answer and I won’t answer it myself.”
“It was just like half of everyone else’s. We met somewhere, we went somewhere, he fucked me, we went somewhere separately.”
At least he wasn’t lying. Too much. There had been quite a lot in between “going somewhere” and “him fucking Chase”, but nobody would want to know about whether they walked or took a cab, so he’d just left out a few details he thought were not interesting enough to be mentioned.
Instead of challenging or insulting or questioning him further, House got up again and limped back into the kitchen without another word. The younger doctor wasn’t sure if his boss believed his story, but something was telling him that it probably meant that he was preparing for something bigger if he chose to believe him. When he returned, House was carrying another bottle of beer and Chase made to complain about really not wanting anything, when the older man grunted and pressed the bottle into his hand.
“I didn’t want you here to listen to fairy tales, I could have watched the OC if I wanted those. And they say alcohol makes you tell the truth, so drink up, little Robbie and then tell me how you really lost that virginity of yours.”
“I have to drive home, I can’t drink enough to make me lose my inhibitions”, he complained now and tried to keep himself from pouting. “I already told you the truth, House, there really isn’t that much to it.”
“Then let’s get into the juicy details. How long did you know him before it happened?”
“A few months, I think.”
“Ah, so there’s more than just meeting and wandering off somewhere to fuck! Was he your boyfriend?”
“No, I haven’t had… We weren’t a couple or something. We liked each other, went out a few times and then it just happened.”
“So it was casual sex between friends?”
“Yeah, you could call it something like that.”
“How was the sex? Was it hot? Were you in pain? Did you want to do it again straight after the first time?”
Chase flushed in about a thousand shades of red. He didn’t want to tell House. It really, really wasn’t fair that House was asking that and that he had practically no choice but to answer truthfully for he was so terribly afraid of others knowing about his issues.
“It was good, it was hot, it hurt and I didn’t want to do it directly after, but it wasn’t like I never wanted to do it again.”
“Did you do anything kinky?”, House finally asked the jackpot question and Chase’s face went pale in a matter of seconds. “Oh, I hit a nerve, didn’t I? What was it? Did he tie you down? Did he spank you?”
“We kind of did this… role play… thing. Nothing big.”
“Did you wear a french maid costume? Or did he make you wear a diaper?”
Cue Chase’s face to turn bright red again. Why did House know all those things? He couldn’t have actually done any of that. It was probably because of all that porn he had watched. Everyone knew that he watched it, even at work, mostly just out of interest, nobody had ever caught him being actually affected by it.
“We didn’t dress up, we only pretended to be in another situation than we actually were in…”
“Just say it already, you idiot! You won’t get out of this and I tell everyone you like being diapered if you don’t tell me the truth!”
“We did that rape thing, okay?”, Chase nearly yelled and grasped the bottle of beer from the coffee table with an exasperated huff. He took a long swig and slammed it down again before crossing his arms. “He pretended to assault me in the staircase of my apartment building and I pretended that I didn’t want it. It that enough? Can I go now?”
House’s reaction in terms of facial expression was an actual competition to Foreman, who Chase considered as the king of raised eyebrows. God, he was so incredibly ashamed of himself. He never wanted anyone to know about that story. If anything, people asked about first times overall and then he had a cute story about his first real girlfriend to tell. He hadn’t ever expected someone to be interested in the details of his first time with a man.
“As a first time? A rape role play? You are even kinkier than I had thought! Was it his idea and you went along with it?”
“No, actually it was… pretty much my idea. A friend of mine who liked about the same stuff that I liked told me that it was fun and exciting and I should try it some time, so I suggested it and he was all for doing it that way. It wasn’t his first time.”
“But it was yours. Wasn’t that really weird for him?”
“If you… If you know you are into that stuff you don’t have to do it the normal way, just to have done it once awkwardly and then start doing it the way you will actually enjoy it”, Chase explained, avoiding House’s gaze and keeping his eyes focused on the two bottles on the small table. “We spoke about how to keep it safe without spoiling the fun. We had a safeword and agreed that he had to find a way to… prepare me, so he wouldn’t do damage. It was probably safer than what inexperienced high school boys do to each other.”
Chase swallowed hard and sighed. He really wanted this interrogation to be over already. He felt humiliated and exposed and there was no way that House would ever believe he wasn’t really into all that he claimed not to enjoy after that story. Chase couldn’t even keep up the façade of his own thoughts that he wasn’t like that, as soon as he thought about that first time. That had been all about actually getting hurt and being physically dominated by his free will.
“You sure you don’t want anything to eat? I think I’m going to heat up some and I won’t give you anything later if you don’t say you want some now.”
“I… How can…” And there was the stuttering again. But he couldn’t believe it! How the hell could House just change topics after a confession like that? It was just impossible! While he himself didn’t even think about accepting anything to eat, his stomach had a quite different opinion and chose that moment to rumble loudly.
“I’ll take that as a yes. You can have some chop suey, I don’t like it, but Wilson loves that stuff and made me order it for him.”
A few minutes later - minutes which Chase spent completely overwhelmed by the progression of the evening - House appeared holding two takeout boxes in one hand. He dumped one on Chase’s lap and then sat down next to him. He even turned on the TV before he started eating and his employee couldn’t stop staring at him.
“So you ask me about the most humiliating and private experiences of my life and then we just turn around and pretend we’re mates doing some bonding?”, he forced himself to ask, not even trying to not sound as incredulous as he was.
“Why not? I asked, you answered, I proved a point and achieved what I was planning on achieving.”
“And what the bloody hell would that be? Degrade me and make me feel like crap?”
“Well… There was that. But generally I want to make you think about what you’ve done and what you want to do, so that one of these days you can stop fighting.”
TBC