Fic: Chasing Dreams Pt 14 of 15
Title: Chasing Dreams
Part: 14 of 15
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: Thanks again to all readers and reviewers and everyone have fun reading the second to last part!
Previous Parts: I / II / III / IV / V / VI / VII / VIII / IX / X / XI / XII / XIII
“I can’t quite believe you are the person who was paranoid about Chase thinking you may have given him your coat to sleep.”
He wasn’t sure why he felt this incredibly uncomfortable, but this time it didn’t take long for everything to come back to him. They’d had sex. He’d freaked a little bit. House had calmed him down. They had gone to sleep on the floor.
Chase was feeling a lot better this time around. Yes, sleeping with House had been “something big” like the other man had titled it, but it wasn’t a bad thing. It had been good, exceptionally good and there was no reason to feel weird or bad about it. There really was no surprise that they had ended up in bed together.
Or well, on the floor.
“But I kind of see it. How it is so very bad to have him think you gave him your coat as a blanket, but no problem to actually dress him up in it and hold him all night like you never want to let go.”
“Oh shut it, Wilson”, Chase’s pillow grunted and he suddenly noticed that he really was lying half on top of House, the man’s shoulder being the only reason why at least Chase’s neck wasn’t hurting like the rest of his body.
Yawning he sat up so House could do the same and pulled the coat closed again. He was still naked beneath it and it was pretty chilly and he also didn’t need Dr. Wilson to look at him again. That only brought back bad memories.
“It’s funny. I’d really thought you’d rather leave him chained up, instead of letting him loose and cuddling him. So what now? Are you planning on turning your office into a love nest with a giant pink four-poster bed or is it going to be a dungeon? Maybe you should think about that again, Chase said he’s not into other people watching him and the glass walls probably won’t hold hooks or fuzzy pink curtains.”
Why was Dr. Wilson talking like he wasn’t even in the room? And why was he being so sarcastic?
Once again Chase was amazed by his boss’s strength, since the man grunted painfully while getting up, but managed to walk over to the door where Wilson was standing without even swaying a bit.
“Leave. Keep your mouth shut and leave. I’m not in the mood."
“Well, but maybe I should talk to your friend. Come on, Chase, how was it?”
What was going on with those two?
“Get out!” House was getting louder. “Leave the damn boy alone and piss off, Wilson!”
Chase watched the staring contest between the two men, sure that House’s gaze was even more intense than Dr. Wilson’s. The younger of the two department heads chuckled, shaking his head and then he actually smiled at House, no smirk, no irony or sarcasm in it. He left after a few moments and Chase got to his feet, staggering slightly in the process.
Even though he knew he wasn’t supposed to overanalyze it, he couldn’t help but think about the fact that House had actually let him sleep in his arms. He had awoken up just like he had imagined the day before on the other man’s couch.
God, House’s arms had really felt as great around him as he had imagined.
Only now he wouldn’t even look at Chase, who had a certain hunch that he’d be wanting some space after this. Which was surprisingly okay and something he thought he might need, too.
“You done freaking out?”
“Yes, I’m fine now.”
“Good. It’ll be about two hours until the others show up. Go and change, have breakfast, I’ll see you in two hours.”
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“You’re getting good at protecting him.”
“I fucked him, he was all shaken up after it, he didn’t need my best friend to harass him about it.”
“So now you are doing him.”
“If by “doing” you mean screwing him into unconsciousness, then yes, I am.”
“Oh come on… Seriously? I guess you’ll have fun explaining to him that it’s completely casual then.”
“He knows that.”
“When a guy fucks you into a delirium, he is not and never was just a fuck.”
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They saw each other two hours later and they cured their patient. It was - no surprise there - a neurological problem and Foreman spent an hour gloating after they received the positive test. As a punishment House told him to monitor the treatment, while the rest of them were free to go and Chase was incredibly happy to go home.
His back was killing him and he didn’t want to imagine a day on his feet, much less to sit on the uncomfortable chair in the conference room any longer.
It wasn’t like they’d been too rough, he just hadn’t done it with a guy for quite a long time now. It always kind of hurt afterwards and he was looking forward to spending a few hours in his bathtub and another few hours on his living room sofa after that.
Or maybe he’d just have a shower to get off the stench of sweat. Chase actually kind of liked the slight pain as long as he didn’t have to sit on any hard surfaces. It reminded him of what had happened and it made everything a lot more real. Yes, it was a good pain.
House didn’t explicitly say goodbye to him, didn’t tell him to turn up at his place in the evening, didn’t say anything at all, but he was okay with that. The last two nights had been pretty special and both of them needed time to themselves, time to think. It was unbelievable what had happened between them in such short time.
It really wasn’t about the deal anymore and Chase had a feeling that it wasn’t even about House proving he could figure him out and “cure” him. His boss had enjoyed himself, he had initiated last night because he’d been turned on, not only because he had wanted to prove something or find something out. House had wanted to fuck him, he had wanted to get off with him. It hadn’t just been about him, it had been about both of them.
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Normally Chase would have been going crazy if a not-one night stand hadn’t called or talked to him two days after. He would have tormented himself with thoughts about how maybe he hadn’t been good enough, had done something awkward, something wrong. Maybe he would have even been disappointed if he’d liked the person a lot, would have thought that those feelings weren’t reciprocated.
This time Chase was completely calm.
House hadn’t talked to him except for work related stuff, hadn’t looked at him differently, hadn’t initiated anymore tests or experiments to find out more about Chase. They hadn’t kissed, hadn’t had any more sexual contact, hadn’t even touched each other innocently for two days and the young intensivist was fine with it.
What more proof would anyone need that no, Chase really wasn’t in love with House, didn’t think of him as his long lost love as House had jokingly titled it once? It wasn’t like he didn’t want what was between them to go on, it was just that he wouldn’t have been devastated if House presented a reason why their deal was off completely now.
Well, he would have been sad and a little disappointed. But he wouldn’t have been devastated!
On the third evening he finally started wondering how much time apart his boss would need. He was anxious to repeat what they had done or try something else with him. House was… pretty good. Actually, House was amazing and Chase was starting to notice that he was becoming horny and desperate. He really wanted a repetition, to see if sex with the other man was that good every time. If it was, he had to find a way to never ever let their arrangement end!
The door bell disturbed his thoughts just as he considered another round of jerking off to the image of House fucking him on various surfaced in the hospital. Standing in front of the door he was awkwardly reminded of that night Dr. Wilson had been there to visit and he swallowed hard. He was still waiting for the other doctor to approach him and tell him he didn’t have to let House do all that to him and Chase really wasn’t keen on explaining to him that he wanted House to do things to him.
He opened the door and seeing Gregory House standing in front of him made him feel like current was sent through his veins to reach every inch of his body. It was surprising how intense his reaction was.
“Hey”, Chase croaked, inwardly cursing himself for sounding like his boss had swept him off his feet with his sheer presence.
The answer was a very House-like grunt and the younger man stepped back and opened the door invitingly. It was the first time House was visiting him and once again Chase felt the tugging of a certain hunch that this was establishing even more familiarity between them. He was starting to think about them being friends!
Well, at least being friends would have made it easier to describe their relationship. They could be friends with benefits! Right now he didn’t quite like the thought that he was an employee with benefits for House.
They sat on the sofa after Chase had showed off his qualities as a host and had taken House’s coat, having to stop himself from hanging onto it for just one more second. It was stupid, but every time he saw the coat he thought of it as a reminder of the more intimate parts of their night in the office.
“I want to fuck you again and I didn’t get the feeling you’d be opposed to that.”
Now that was the perfection of bluntness!
“I’m not."
“Good.”
Silence. Really awkward silence. Were they supposed to just get it on? Should he explain where the bedroom was? Was he supposed to start because they were at his flat? No, they had decided that it wasn’t a good idea to let him initiate contact. He really wasn’t keen on even thinking about that one kiss…
The other kiss had been good, real good. Good enough that he would have loved to be kissed some more. Good enough that he had damned his panic while being blindfolded and unable to speak. Maybe House would kiss him more this time? Maybe he wouldn’t take away his sight and they’d be able to kiss while having sex? Chase hoped that House was as much into kissing as part of sexual contact as he was.
“Would you like something to drink? I have about everything in the kitchen.”
“You have any liquor?”
“I could get out the whiskey.”
While doing just that he tried not to think about the fact that House hadn’t used the opportunity to make fun of him. Normally he would have made a comment like “I’m sure you have some gin stacked somewhere, but do you have anything people don’t just use to kill themselves?”. He was being nice to him, he was human to him almost suspiciously often now.
When he returned to the living room, carrying two glasses of the dark brown drink, the TV was playing an old episode of X-Files and House had placed his shoe-less feet onto the table. Okay, so it was obvious that the other man wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act. The transition between co-workers and sex buddies seemed difficult for both of them under the circumstances of being in Chase’s home and the young doctor dared to think that House didn’t want him to feel violated by him coming into his flat and just demanding sex.
God, since when could he interpret his boss’s behavior as being considerate?
“We are a lot more fun than those people.” House took the offered glass without a nod or thank you. “You can’t solve our mysteries just after the teaser. I always know what’s going to happen after watching for three minutes.
“That might be because all you Americans know that show by heart. I haven’t ever met anyone here who hasn’t watched a few seasons of this stuff.”
“Still. I already could watching it the first time. The second time around you just watch for the characters.”
So they sat there and watched TV, talking about trivialities and hospital gossip. It felt incredibly relaxing and Chase wondered if it was like that when House and Wilson spent time together.
It got dark. They shared a frozen pizza, House stealing most of the ham from Chase’s half and dumping his pineapple pieces there instead.
Chase had already given up on the thought of getting off and had just enjoyed himself instead when the other man suddenly turned off the TV after an episode of Torchwood. For a second he thought House was going to leave, but then he felt a hand on his thigh.
“I want you to go into your bedroom. Undress, then turn off the light. Kneel facing your bed.”
Wow.
He got up and obeyed, unable to stop himself from already getting aroused at House’s words. About a minute later he was waiting in the dark, kneeling a few inches away from his bed. Sex on an actual bed would be even better than on the floor, wouldn’t it? Maybe not better, but different. Oh and he had taken out his handcuffs again, the ones he’d used as decoration on his bed since he’d been a teenager, but had banned to the back of his closet a long time ago. Seeing them hanging on the metal headboard would possibly give House ideas!
Chase heard shuffling behind him and the sound of the door clicking shut. He actually shivered in anticipation and took a deep breath in a completely futile attempt to calm himself. Because seconds later a cool object made contact with the burning skin on his neck and trailed down his spine. He arched his back inwards, a quiet gasp escaping his lips as another shiver ran through him. The object stopped at the top of his crack, pressing against him with slightly increased pressure.
Oh God, House was stroking him with his cane!
He really hoped that the other man had taken the time while he’d been undressing to actually clean the end of his cane that came in contact with every kind of dirt. He decided that House probably had sent him to the bedroom so he wouldn’t see him do it and question it.
But why the hell was he thinking about that? House was fucking caressing him with his cane and oh hell, how could a walking aid be that sexy?
The cane slid up his back, only to slowly stroke downwards again, this time without resting at the end of the path. Seconds later Chase was gasping again as House slid the cane between his spread legs, touching the insides of both his thighs before pressing upwards.
“Up.”
The single command brought Chase onto his feet and he stood there, breathing heavily. The still cool rubber end of the cane trailed down his spine again - obviously House enjoyed how having his spine touched made the young man shiver each time - and then the cane came around him, pressing against is stomach. He followed the movement of the wooden aid and stepped back.
“Good boy.”
Looking down Chase saw how the cane and House’s arms were enclosing him now, but he could only think about it for a few seconds, because then he was pulled back further and felt House’s bare chest pressed against his back. He felt the other man’s arousal and realized the possessive nature of the positioning of the cane across his stomach and Chase sighed soundlessly, letting his head fall back.
TBC
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