Fic: Chasing Dreams Pt 5 of ?
Title: Chasing Dreams
Part: 5 of ?
Author: rainbow_romeo
Pairing: House/Chase
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, implied and explicit sexual actions
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: House and Chase aren't really being safe in this part, so I should add that no, one shouldn't do this, and yes, I know what I'm doing and haven't given Chase a safe word or any other kind of security, because that fact will be important in the coming parts. And now have fun reading, we're finally up to kind-of-sex between House and Chase!
Chase sulked for two days after that. Yes, the rest of the night had been quite nice, eating take out, watching TV, talking about pretty much nothing at all. The morning after Chase had mostly focused on the “House forcing him to talk about his first time of gay sex” part and kept himself from thinking about the fact that he had actually enjoyed spending time with someone familiar outside of work.
He was still sulking when House paged him. The small screen said “811 - clinic restroom” and Chase rolled his eyes. “811” told him that it was kind of an emergency, but not really one. House had explained to them that a “711” meant they could continue treating a patient and then comply with his orders, an “811” meant they could continue if they were currently doing any kind of life-preserving measures, but had to hurry to comply after that. “911” should even make Chase put down the scalpel and rush out of surgery if he could actually get pages while in the OR, but it wasn’t like he would ever go along with that.
“811”s were the kind of pages he liked the least and one of those telling him to go to some restroom in a part of the hospital that was most likely to be deserted at a time like 9 pm just couldn’t mean anything good. Still, he couldn’t really not obey, so he left the lab where he was currently testing their patient’s urine and snuck into the free clinic part of the hospital building. It was closed, but doctors were allowed in, in case they needed something from one of the exam rooms.
He really didn’t want anyone to ask him what he was doing in there right now.
The restroom was even darker than the other parts of the clinic, seeing as there were neither windows, nor any lights on, while there were emergency lights everywhere else.
“House? Are you here? Where the hell is the light switch? Can I turn on the lights?”
Silence. And then - breathing. So, so close and then there were hands gripping both his wrists, pulling them behind his back and pressing them against is spine, like a police man would do.
“House? What fuck… What is this?”
“Shut it, Robbie.”
Well, at least it really was House, which meant he was relatively safe and that he should better obey his demands.
House obviously closed the small gap Chase had left instead of closing the door, hoping he would be able to see better as soon as his eyes got used to the darkness. Now everything was pitch black around him and he shivered slightly, not sure himself if it was because he was scared or cold or both.
Or excited.
He had to swallow hard as he felt himself become aroused from imagining what the other doctor could be planning.
“Good boy, Robbie. Talk when I ask questions, otherwise you are not allowed to make any kind of sound if I don’t tell you to.”
His excitement and shame were growing equally fast.
Chase felt himself be maneuvered farther into the room, but had no clue were he was, he rarely used the public bathrooms.
“Lean your head forward, only your head.”
Cold tiles made him aware of how hot his face felt, he was probably badly flushed. Good thing House couldn’t see him.
“You do know that you could be completely screwed right now, don’t you? Nobody’s close enough to hear you if you scream, no one will come in here for hours. Are you aware of just how fucked up this could be?”
“If I really want to leave, I’ll kick your leg and run.”
House chuckled and once again Chase shivered, now from how close the other man was, close enough for him to feel House’s breath on his neck. “Do you actually believe that, Robbie? Come on, I’ll humor you. If you manage to escape I’ll leave you alone for a week.”
Chase’s shame grew a bit faster than his arousal for a few seconds, because the voice in his head that still resembled his boss’s mocked him about really wanting to stay where he was. But a week of freedom sounded nice and he knew that House’s leg hurt anyway, one kick wouldn’t cripple him any more and he was pretty sure the older man had taken a pill before coming down here.
So he did it. Chase started to struggle, trying to free his wrists while at the same time turning enough to get his knee high enough to shove it against House’s leg. He heard the deep grunt, but instead of loosening the hold on Chase’s wrists as originally expected, House managed to slam Chase’s front against the wall and trap him there with the whole length of his body.
In horror the younger doctor noticed that House was a lot stronger than expected and really could physically dominate him.
“That didn’t go too well, did it?”
“You bastard!”
“Oh Robbie… I’m quite a bit taller than you and seriously better trained. Looks like I’ve got the upper hand after all.”
“I can’t believe you…”
“I guess we’re back to you obeying my orders now. Also, you’ll be addressing me as House in every sentence you utter. You understand?”
Chase sighed. “Yes.” He swallowed. “I do, House.”
“Good boy. Resume your position.”
And there he was again, his forehead touching the tiles, half hard in his pants, a strong hand holding his wrists together on his back. House wasn’t breathing onto his neck anymore and his body wasn’t pressed against Chase’s, whose back started to feel cold.
Another shiver.
“This darkness thing is pretty cool. Only problem is that I can’t see you. So I guess we’ll have to find alternatives for my vision. Let’s start with talking. Tell he whether you’re aroused or not.”
He couldn’t answer that! God, really, he couldn’t just say that being manhandled and knowing House could really do anything to him was exciting him.
“You know, if you don’t talk or you lie, I’ll have to use feeling as the next alternative. Decide for yourself, which one sounds better, Robbie. Again - is this arousing you?”
“Yes, yes it is, House.”
“Now that I call a fast answer! Let’s try this one more time. Tell me why you’re turned on.”
Chase felt his face burn. Thank God it was dark… He was afraid of telling the truth, yet he was pretty sure that House wouldn’t hesitate to try the feeling-alternative and actually being touched sexually by his boss still terrified him. Who knew how he’d react? Chase really didn’t.
“Because this isn’t fake, House. At least it’s not fake for the physical part, you’re not just mentally keeping me here, you… you do have control over this.”
“Good answer. Don’t move now.”
He complied, even managed to avoid a shudder when he felt House’s hand on his stomach. Oh God, was he going to touch him? But Chase had answered! Why would he successfully use this as a threat and then do it anyway? The hand crept down to his pants and his fingers disappeared beneath the waistband.
Chase bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, his erection betraying his thoughts about not wanting House to touch him.
The scrub pants were pushed down to pile around his ankles, his boxer briefs the only thing covering his privates. Would House jerk him off? That really sounded too simple and not House-ish enough. Chase’s heart was beating faster with anticipation by the second.
But the hand vanished.
“I want you to touch yourself, Robbie. Leave your briefs on. Come on, bring yourself off!”
The younger one’s breath hitched. God, his boss had just told him to masturbate standing only a foot away from him. This couldn’t be real, it just couldn’t. However, House let go off his right wrist, grabbing it with the other hand and laying his hand flat on his stomach, still clasping his left hand tightly while letting go of the right one completely.
“Touch yourself. Now.” His voice seemed more dominant, not just stating but actually ordering. Chase felt himself twitch.
He obeyed. Slowly his own hand wandered down his stomach, beneath the waistband and then he closed his fingers around himself. Immediately his knees buckled at the contact and he was surprisingly relieved to feel House’s arm around his chest, holding him up until the moment of weakness was gone.
A long breath crossed his lips and his mind became slightly clouded. Chase already knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. For three days now he had taken cold showers or used cold, wet paper towels every time he had felt himself become aroused instead of beating off. He couldn’t stand masturbating thinking of what his boss might force him to do.
Chase’s instinct for passing time had vanished completely and he didn’t know if it had been 30 seconds or five minutes until House started talking again.
“You’re doing good. Do you enjoy this?”
“Ughhh… Yeah…”
“You want me to back off?”
“I… don’t know…”
The older man chuckled again and pressed himself against Chase’s back even more than he had been doing since he’d had to prevent Chase from collapsing. His arm was still draped around the other one’s chest, but now his hand started moving and Chase felt it creeping beneath his scrub top.
He moaned at the contact and willingly leaned in.
The hand wandered up and he whimpered as those fingers reached one of his nipples and pinched hard.
“What did I tell you about making sounds without me telling you to?”
“I’m… sorry… House.”
“You better be, Robbie. Now tell me what you’re thinking about while doing this.”
“I’m not… really thinking.”
He was panting now and both knew that it wouldn’t be much longer until he came.
“But I want you to be thinking. How about that time in my office? You know, when you begged me and were ready to kneel before me and kiss my feet just so I would keep that secret of yours. Think about how you were pressed against the wall, aroused just like you are now, just because I was close to you, trapping you with my body.”
House’s hand was playing with his nipples now, wandering from one to the other and back after some moments of caressing. A few times he gently scraped his fingernails over the sensitive skin and Chase had to bite his lip once more so he wouldn’t make some kind of approving sound.
“Are you close?”
“Uh-huh…” He nodded, since House would certainly feel the movement and he didn’t quite trust himself to form words. Thinking about that first encounter and having someone touch him was incredibly, he hadn’t allowed himself to jerk off picturing that scene after it had taken place and now it was purely amazing to think about it while having House that close to him again, while being held captive again.
“Moan when you come.”
“Yeah…”
“Really close now? Are you coming? Come on, Robbie… Moan for me.”
And moan he did.
His climax felt more intense than ever before when he had masturbated and he hadn’t really done anything more than that. Only House’s hand on his chest, the older man’s body against his back…
God, he had just come in front of his boss. The darkness really was a blessing and he wondered if House had kept the light off to make this less awkward for Chase. That would have actually been a nice thing to do. But he had also made him come all over his briefs and that meant he had to walk to the locker room with a wet spot on his crotch. Still - another thing that had made the situation easier for him, because he didn’t have to really be naked and House had been able to press against him, which would have been awkward if he hadn’t been wearing anything down there.
“The light switch is right next to the door, try reaching a bit lower to find it.”
Chase hadn’t been sure what House would do. If he would humiliate him, mock him or be out of character and hold him until he had calmed down completely. It surprised him that House not taking advantage and being cruel, but still staying pretty detached felt more comfortable than any of the other possibilities.
TBC