Sleeping Around (Chase-centric)
Title: Sleeping Around
Author: sunsetdawn20 (me :P)
Pairing: Chase/Everyone
Rating: R
Summary: As the title suggests, Chase has a brief (or not so brief) brush with everyone: Cameron, Foreman, Cuddy, Wilson, House (in order of... well). Not as PWP as it sounds. lol Loosely follows Season2, episodes briefly referred to: Hunting, All in, No Reason.
NOTE: This is my first House fic so feedback is much appreciated. :)
Sleeping Around
Sleeping with Cameron was an accident. She tasted of fear and caring, though he wasn’t quite sure how that was even possible. His attempts at stopping her from devouring his reluctant mouth were feeble and insincere and he let go of them as soon as his shirt slid from his shoulders and fell on the floor without a sound. The fact that she was high made it easier to believe he wanted this. Her. She’d want to forget about it soon enough anyway. He tried not to concentrate on her breathy moans and the schoolgirl guilt not even the drugs could free her of. Next day he’d tell her it was good.
Sleeping with Foreman was a joke. He was drunk and miserable by the time he stumbled into his third bar for the night. It wasn’t his fault Foreman had chosen that particular place to be dumped by his girlfriend - well, the woman he’d been fucking for some weeks. The tiles in the men’s room smelt funny and were cold against his forehead. Foreman was too drunk and clumsy but sufficiently well hung to make it worth the effort. He would have forgotten about it completely had Foreman not cornered him the next day, voice somewhere between aggressive and defensive under the unbearably boring exclamations about his sexuality. It was all he could do not to yawn in Foreman’s face -he wasn’t House after all. And he wasn’t a petty, vindictive jerk either - no matter what Foreman said later - for accidentally letting slip a comment about their midnight encounter during a differential.
Sleeping with Cuddy was a tactical move. And he was almost offended by how easy it was to get into her panties after the charity poker night. She’d been drinking because apparently she thought her breasts weren’t enough to distract the other players. She was waiting for her taxi. He offered her a ride. And she took him by the word. It’s always a good idea to have a good relationship with your boss’ boss, especially when your boss is as unpredictable, stubborn and childish as House. Or when there is a bet going on at the hospital about just how gay you really are and you don’t want your unpredictable, stubborn and childish boss to win all that money.
Sleeping with Wilson was a mistake. He already knew it before they even finished. He knew it when he opened his eyes - because if he saw that scene replaying in his mind one more time, he’d go mad - and looked into that very tired face. He’d expected to see the still very new relief after the last days of constant fear - House will be his old cranky, miserable self in no time, Cuddy had said - or maybe guilt about taking the first opportunity to leave his best friend’s side. But there was something else, something far more frightening in Wilson’s eyes. Love. Not quite his yet. Just love for love’s sake. But it would take terrifyingly little for that look of adoration to get permanent on Wilson’s face. And it did. And he could only blame himself. Except he didn’t because it was much easier to blame Wilson - no, James, he reminded himself.
And part of him hated Wilson because it was his fault that sleeping with House was cheating.
Disclaimer: Don't own House MD or Chase.
Author: sunsetdawn20 (me :P)
Pairing: Chase/Everyone
Rating: R
Summary: As the title suggests, Chase has a brief (or not so brief) brush with everyone: Cameron, Foreman, Cuddy, Wilson, House (in order of... well). Not as PWP as it sounds. lol Loosely follows Season2, episodes briefly referred to: Hunting, All in, No Reason.
NOTE: This is my first House fic so feedback is much appreciated. :)
Sleeping Around
Sleeping with Cameron was an accident. She tasted of fear and caring, though he wasn’t quite sure how that was even possible. His attempts at stopping her from devouring his reluctant mouth were feeble and insincere and he let go of them as soon as his shirt slid from his shoulders and fell on the floor without a sound. The fact that she was high made it easier to believe he wanted this. Her. She’d want to forget about it soon enough anyway. He tried not to concentrate on her breathy moans and the schoolgirl guilt not even the drugs could free her of. Next day he’d tell her it was good.
Sleeping with Foreman was a joke. He was drunk and miserable by the time he stumbled into his third bar for the night. It wasn’t his fault Foreman had chosen that particular place to be dumped by his girlfriend - well, the woman he’d been fucking for some weeks. The tiles in the men’s room smelt funny and were cold against his forehead. Foreman was too drunk and clumsy but sufficiently well hung to make it worth the effort. He would have forgotten about it completely had Foreman not cornered him the next day, voice somewhere between aggressive and defensive under the unbearably boring exclamations about his sexuality. It was all he could do not to yawn in Foreman’s face -he wasn’t House after all. And he wasn’t a petty, vindictive jerk either - no matter what Foreman said later - for accidentally letting slip a comment about their midnight encounter during a differential.
Sleeping with Cuddy was a tactical move. And he was almost offended by how easy it was to get into her panties after the charity poker night. She’d been drinking because apparently she thought her breasts weren’t enough to distract the other players. She was waiting for her taxi. He offered her a ride. And she took him by the word. It’s always a good idea to have a good relationship with your boss’ boss, especially when your boss is as unpredictable, stubborn and childish as House. Or when there is a bet going on at the hospital about just how gay you really are and you don’t want your unpredictable, stubborn and childish boss to win all that money.
Sleeping with Wilson was a mistake. He already knew it before they even finished. He knew it when he opened his eyes - because if he saw that scene replaying in his mind one more time, he’d go mad - and looked into that very tired face. He’d expected to see the still very new relief after the last days of constant fear - House will be his old cranky, miserable self in no time, Cuddy had said - or maybe guilt about taking the first opportunity to leave his best friend’s side. But there was something else, something far more frightening in Wilson’s eyes. Love. Not quite his yet. Just love for love’s sake. But it would take terrifyingly little for that look of adoration to get permanent on Wilson’s face. And it did. And he could only blame himself. Except he didn’t because it was much easier to blame Wilson - no, James, he reminded himself.
And part of him hated Wilson because it was his fault that sleeping with House was cheating.
Disclaimer: Don't own House MD or Chase.