Fic: Chasing Dreams Pt 6 of ?
Title: Chasing Dreams
Part: 6 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.
“You having sex with him yet?”
“Very subtle, Wilson.”
“Well… Are you?”
“What if I am? Are you going to be all jealous, because you had him first and wanted him for yourself? Or are you going to be all jealous, because I know you both have a thing for being dominated, but I’m focusing on him and not you?”
“I’ll have you know that I am in no way sexually attracted to you. I may be bisexual, but I’m not tri-sexual, I’m only into men and women, not into you.”
“What? I’m a new gender now? I think that’s worth a journal article. Maybe Chase will write it.”
“So he does know your privates enough to write an article about them?”
“God, you really are pathetic. You want one of us so badly?”
“No, under the circumstances I want neither of you. I’m just really worried about Chase and I like the person he is when he’s not in the conference room kissing your ass.”
“What makes you think he isn’t kissing my ass outside of the conference room? We could very well be-“
“Please, House. I don’t want to hear your jokes. I still can’t believe I’m letting you go through with this deal thing. Who knows what damage you are causing?”
“I made him tell me about his first time with a guy. And I made him jerk off in a hospital restroom at night. That’s pretty much it.”
“Should I really believe that you didn’t make him suck you off after that?”
“Come on. I bet the boy thinks you’re his safety net, because you know about this, so he’ll come running to you if something bad happens. Also, I get how obsessive you are about this, you’ll probably make him sue me if I do something he doesn’t like.”
“That might very well happen.”
“Whatever. Not like I’m planning that.”
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The next day House wasn’t at work and Chase was surprised again, because he wasn’t relieved, he actually didn’t expect tension, so there was no point in dreading seeing the older man again.
He worked in NICU for the day, glad that he had been offered to take on a shift there instead of having to go do clinic hours like Cameron and Foreman. He was already blushing every time he heard the word “clinic” and felt himself get a little lost in the memory when he passed the doors.
Chase wasn’t sure why he wasn’t ashamed about what had happened, like he had been after the incident in the office, because he had shown how House’s way of acting around him affected him. He tried not to think about that too much - he was pretty happy that he didn’t have to deal with self-loathing for a day or two.
When he went to the locker room to change into street clothes after his shift and opened his locker, he was yet again surprised. There was a note and it wasn’t on the outside, it was on the inside of the door to his locker.
“We’re not doing it like this again. You’re the one who’s got all the great experience, you shouldn’t be so stupid to not ask for a safeword, you moron. From now on it’s “lupus”, so don’t you dare suggesting it in a differential!”
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“Looks like it’ll be a long time reading all those.”
The store clerk took his time placing all seven books into the bag, quite obviously trying to think of some supposedly funny comment for the man with the cane in front of him.
Ah! That was it!
“Are you trying to find new uses for the cane or is it just… educational reading material?”
He felt really witty today, he couldn’t let the opportunity of making fun of a guy buying six books about kinky sex stuff and one coming-out guide for adults go to waste.
Even though he regretted expressing his genius a little bit, when he had to shudder slightly at the glare from his customer…
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“Where have you been? Neither Cuddy nor Wilson knew why you didn’t come in yesterday! She said she’d call and make you, but you never turned up, didn’t you?”
It was nice to have Cameron. Chase was used to not really caring about House’s antics, but right now he desperately wanted to know all about why his boss had taken the day off. He couldn’t just ask himself without his colleagues wondering what was up, so he listened carefully when Cameron did, pretending to look over a file.
“Took the day to catch up on some reading, we obviously didn’t have a case anyway.”
Was he lying? House never answered those questions truthfully, but generally his lies where obscene and made them - excluding Foreman - blush. Chase wondered if the pain had been bad the day before. Maybe he had hurt House after all when he’d tried to struggle? Well, he wouldn’t have to be afraid of that happening again in the future, House had proven his strength, Chase had liked it and now it was a fact between them.
And somehow thinking about that fact made him feel a little bit giddy.
“Still no case? Foreman, go do my clinic hours, Cuddy told me yesterday didn’t count, you didn’t even use my name tag and name on the forms. You two do whatever.”
For the first time since the night Wilson had shown up at his doorstep, Chase didn’t feel nauseous at the thought of spending a long time with nothing to do. Something about that meeting with House in the restroom and the note posted to his locker door made him feel a whole lot better about the situation.
He didn’t have to fear feeling ashamed for hours because he couldn’t think about anything else and couldn’t really do anything but thinking. It actually felt okay and he still had the note in his pocket, so he could touch it from time to time and get the fluttering sensation in his stomach back - caused by the fact that House had been feeling guilty and cared about his well being despite his games.
His boss settled into his office chair and a few minutes later he was reading a thick paperback book, his feet on the desk, glasses on his nose. Chase liked the glasses and all of a sudden that thought made his cheeks flush. Somehow thinking that wasn’t as innocent as it had been.
God, House made Chase like him better by torturing him. He was relieved when he noticed that he, however, still hated having to expose his every thought to the older man if ordered. That was good, very good.
This really wasn’t the time to suddenly fall in love and worship the misanthropic jerk.
The rest of the morning was spent organizing files, doing paperwork and crosswords, cleaning the coffee machine and reading by the part of the diagnostics department remaining in the office and conference room. When lunchtime came around, Chase was startled out of his thoughts about “17 down” by his boss yelling for him to get is ass into the office. Cameron had already left to have lunch away from the hospital with friends, so Chase knew that House meant him, even though the older man never looked up from his book.
Seconds later Chase was standing in front of House’s desk with scarlet cheeks, being ignored. The otherwise completely black cover of the book House hadn’t put down all morning said “Tied” and in the subtitle it read something about “personality”, but he couldn’t see the rest because of how House was holding the book. And he held it to make sure Chase would be able to read the title.
House was catching up with that kind of reading? He hadn’t lied! But now that Chase knew what he’d been talking about, he blushed just like he would have if House had told them he’d have been spending the day with three hookers watching them play naked twister.
“Real page-turner”, House stated while putting the book down and focusing on Chase. “It’s lunchtime. Go get Wilson, we’re going out to eat. Oh, and give this to him, I bet he won’t pay for me if I give it to him in front of his favorite female waitress.”
Chase actually chuckled out loud when he saw what kind of book House had pushed closer to his side of the table. “Half of your life straight - …that means there’s still another half left to be happy.” House had bought is best friend a coming-out guide! God, he was happy that hadn’t been for him.
However, House obviously wanted to read up on Chase’s issues himself and for some reason, he wanted Chase to know that he did.
Only on his way over - hiding the book beneath his lab coat - he realized that he’d been invited to have lunch with the two older doctors. Hadn’t he? Chase wasn’t sure. House hadn’t really invited him, he had ordered, but did his “we” include Chase? And why did he feel disappointed by the prospect that maybe, House only wanted him to be his messenger boy and then go out with Wilson on his own?
He had to shake his head to clear it of those pathetic thoughts, before he managed to knock on Wilson’s door. Just because he didn’t have many people to spend time with he didn’t have to want to spend his time with House or Wilson. He wanted to go to lunch with Cameron or Foreman, maybe the latter would come up to get his wallet and ask him to join him in the cafeteria!
“Are you busy? House sent me.”
“No, come in, I was just thinking that he’d probably be getting hungry around now.”
“Yeah, he wants you to come over.” Chase swallowed hard. He already felt uncomfortable in Wilson’s company, the book thing certainly wouldn’t help with that. And really - that proved he didn’t actually want to have anything to do with the two older doctors. “He also said to give you this.”
His cheeks burned when he put down the book and saw Wilson’s face flush as he read the title.
“I hate my best friend.” Both men chuckled, but Chase noticed that Wilson didn’t throw it in the trash or put it in some drawer to hide and never look at it again, he bent down and put it in his briefcase - to take it home.
A few moments later they were on their way back to diagnostics and Chase was back to wondering about the lunch thing. It was probably best if he didn’t even act like he thought he’d been invited. It had nothing to do with their deal or what had been happening between them, Chase had always hated to be humiliated by House for things like that. He’d hated the “Daddy’s doing that, you’re still just a little boy, go hide in the closet” comments from day one.
So Chase took the door into the conference room and sat down instead of following Wilson into House’s office. He ignored the feeling in his chest like he’d always done. This wasn’t new, it couldn’t be, because he’d always been jealous of the older men’s friendship, he was probably imagining the sharp edge the pain had today.
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“Go get the boy.”
“What? I thought we were going to lunch?”
“We are. Go get the boy.”
“You… You want to take him with us?”
“That’s why I said ‘we’. Now go and get the boy.”
“This is… Don’t you dare try anything while I’m there! I may tolerate this, but I don’t want to see it. Leave him alone or leave him here!”
“Whatever. Now go get him, will you?”
TBC