11 reasons house/chase (11/11)
11 Reasons House And Chase Are Together
Title: Reason Eleven: They’re both only child’s they get each other (11/11)
Theme: #21 rage/anger
Paring: Gregory House/Robert Chase
Rating: NC-17 (overall) this chapterNC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine
Warnings: Slight spoilers for season one. Umm a little rough sex but there is no non-con
Story Summary: There are many reasons why House and Chase are together, but for them only eleven matter.
Chapter Summary: They get each other.
House had a plan and in his head it was a nicely laid out path on how to get Chase out of his life without having to actually do much himself. The first thing he had done was avoid Chase like the plague; which was a bad analogy since if there was someone with a plague House would want to be the first one to see.
House however had managed to avoid Chase and therefore it had been almost five days since he had spoken to Chase and he felt great. Chase on the other hand was looking ragged. Sadly enough, though, his state of weariness had to do with the fact that the staff from the pediatric department as well as the E.R. had been ridiculously short and Chase had to work what seemed like 38 hour shifts.
It was after the commotion of working long hours had died down and Chase seemed unaffected by House’s absence that House decided to put his other plan in motion. And today he would know how Chase reacted. If what he did didn’t give the other doctor a clue then he truly was a masochist.
“Did you hear? Dr. Chase left with that guy again today? That’s the third time this week.” House rounded a corner trying to avoid clinic duty when his musing was interrupted by the two nurses conversing just ten feet away from him. He stopped to listen.
“Really who?” The one with the blue scrubs asked, the other nurse was wearing purple and so House decided they were blue and purple respectively.
“I’m not sure. But from what I could see they looked very close. And I don’t mean friend close.” Purple said clearly making, certain, implications.
“Really Dr. Chase? “ Blue asked picking up on that implication but sounding doubtful.
“Surprised me too but I don’t have any male friends who kiss each other as way of greeting so if that isn’t proof…” Purple shrugged her shoulders leaving the sentence hanging.
“They kissed.” Blue whispered with wide eyes. Purple nodded.
“Well hell, it was sad to know we had low chances with him but now to know we are the wrong gender to begin with that’s just sad.” Blue said and they both giggled and continued their morning gossip.
House had heard enough. Walking away he felt angrier and no, not jealous, than he remembered feeling in a long time. He was going to find Chase and make him explain what the hell was going on.
Feeling the menacing aura he was emitting people steered cleared of him and that made him feel just a little bit better. However, this annoying pang in his chest would not leave him. And a little thought reared its head and suggested that if he really wanted to kill things with Chase he should use this new information as the reason. House squashed, stomped and mentally beat the voice back to the black whole where it had crawled from.
His search for Chase had been cut short when Cuddy found him and forced him to do his clinic duty. It was now evening and House was ready to head home when he heard a voice behind him.
“What the hell was that about?” Chase asked following House down an empty corridor.
The amount of glee he felt by Chase’s anger was over shadowed by the feelings of guilt at hearing the amount of hurt in the younger man’s tone. House frowned, he had a plan damn it and he was going to follow through with it. Not bothering to turn or stop House asked “What?”
“The damn box you sent to my house?” Chase said. He caught up with House and fell in step with him.
“You mean your crap; it was all over the place. That wasn’t part of the deal. You don’t need to spend the night for me to fuck you.” House stated coldly.
“Fuck you House.” Chase said angrily though the hurt in his voice made the statement lose all venom.
“No I think I rather fuck you. In fact, why don’t you come over after work?” House said starting to get angry again. What right did Chase have to sound angry and hurt; when he was the one messing around on him.
“I can’t I have a.”
“Boyfriend? Rumor has it that’s who you’re fucking is true?” House asked with barely masked anger, cutting off the other man’s words.
Startled Chase paused stared at House and frowned. “I don’t see why that is any of your business.” Chase hissed between gritted teeth his anger coming tenfold and his eyes flashed dangerously.
“If I’m putting my dick up your ass you better believe it’s my business.” House said grabbing Chase by the collar bringing him close. Noticing and admitting, to himself, how the spark of anger in Chase’s eyes and his close proximity never failed to excite him.
“No it’s not.” Chase insisted. “I have far more integrity than that. I haven’t slept with anyone since we started this thing and unlike you I get tested regularly I’m clean. That is far more than I can say for you and your harem of, disease laden, whores.” Chase spat out.
“Now why would I want a whore when I have you at beck and call? Having you is even better because I don’t even have to pay.” The harsh words made Chase flinch and he pushed House away.
With a quick look around; House pushed back, opened the door beside them and pushed Chase inside. It was a storage closet.
As soon as the door was closed House pulled Chase close and kissed him. The kisses were angry the touches were rough. There was no doubt in Chase’s mind what was going to happen, but he would not back down. He would show House he could not be broken even if the opposite was true.
Their pace was fast and angry; House turned Chase away from him and sent him bending over a cleaning supply cart. Chase gripped the edges of the cart and gritted his teeth.
House made quick work of dropping both their pants and guided his erection into Chase. Chase tensed.
“House.” He warned, giving House an angry look over his shoulder.
“I haven’t slept with a hooker since you. And I got tested two weeks ago; I’m clean. Check my files if you don’t believe me.” House explained quickly before pushing into Chase without a condom, or preparation and nothing for lubricant but the precom on his cock.
Chase cringed, but it didn’t hurt as much as it would have had they done this months ago. He quickly adjusted not that House had given him time.
Sweat formed on House’s forehead as he pounded almost violently into Chase. Chase arched his back and House pumped faster, harder and deeper. His mind clouded over and all he could think about was getting deeper and deeper into the delicious body beneath his and maybe mark Chase as his.
Didn’t Chase understand? House thought as he drove into him. Chase was his and only his no one else could have what was his. He didn’t play well with others and he didn’t share what was his. He growled pounding into Chase not even registering his thoughts contradicted his plan.
Quickly realizing House had no plans beyond getting himself off; Chase took his erection into his hand and began stroking himself. There was no pleasure filled moans to be heard, only heavy angry breathing and an occasional angry growl filled the otherwise silent space.
And soon the battle was about who could come first. Their rhythm was off they were completely out of synch and ironically enough they came at the same time.
Pulling out House hiked up his pants and watched Chase reach for a roll of paper towels and cleaned himself up as best as possible. After sorting himself out, Chase straightened his clothes and turned to face House and gave him an angry look.
“I’ve heard the rumors.” Chase began his eyes burning with an intense emotion House could not decipher, Chase continued. “Addison is a childhood friend; he’s here on business and wanted help picking out an engagement ring for his girlfriend. That’s all.” And with no more words Chase walked out with his shoulders back and head held high.
Staring into shelves full of disinfectant, House brought a hand up to his face and pressed his fingers tightly into his closed eyes. When he removed the fingers he could see bright spot dancing before his eyes.
A friend, Chase had been seen going out with a friend. And he had jumped to the wrong conclusion and had gotten… jealous?
The word and emotion though not foreign felt strange; there was no reason to feel jealousy when he and Chase didn’t have the kind of exclusive relationship which demanded monogamy and fidelity. House told himself he didn’t desire that kind of relationship again and would not change for anyone.
It was then that, that annoying voice, the one that sounded like Wilson, decided to inform him that Chase had never asked him to change. Chase had never once demanded more than he gave.
Regardless of the blonde’s demands or lack thereof House did not do relationships not after Stacy. He would not change the person he was for her nor would he do it for Chase. And even though Chase seemed to have no qualms with House, House doubted Chase would want what the entire package that came with being in a relationship with him.
Now it was up to House to show Chase who he truly was. And after that the blonde would loose interest and move on and leave House to continue being himself.
Chase opened his locker door and a deluge of pens and pencils fell out all hitting the floor with an out of tune pitter patter that resembled rain. He stared at the pencils and pens at his feet and knew, without a doubt, who the culprit was.
Slamming his locker door shut he turned; intend on finding House and ripping him a new one. His path of revenge came to a halt when he saw Wilson standing before him looking at the mess at his feet
“Wow! He must have messed up really bad.” Wilson stated almost to himself before giving a low whistle.
“What?” Chase asked.
Wilson looked up seeming almost startled to find Chase there. “House,” he said, “that looks like one of his apologies.” Wilson explained motioning, in exasperation at the pencils and pens.
“And from the looks of things.” He continued. “It looks like he did quite a number.”
Chase stared at the floor sighed and leaned back against his closed locker. Why couldn’t House apologize like a normal person?
A chuckle from Wilson caught his attention. “I don’t know, probably because that would make sense. And you know House and sanity have never been buddies.”
Chased sighed again. Apparently he had spoken his last thought. Crouching down he began picking up his apology. Wilson crouched down to help him.
“So what did he do?” Wilson asked and frowned as he saw Chase stiffen and his lips tightening in anger.
“He was House.” Chase muttered angrily.
After that Wilson kept quiet and decided that whatever had occurred between his friend and Chase was between them.
Among the pencils and pens Chase saw a note and pulled it out and unfolded it. Quickly scanning the note, his face became angrier and he shoved the note in his pocket before taking the pens and pencils and dumping them in a nearby trashcan.
Following suit, Wilson walked to the trashcan and hesitated. Chase raised a brow.
Wilson sighed; he couldn’t just completely keep out especially when it involved his friend. “Just so you know I can count with three fingers, even if one of those fingers were amputated, the many times House has ever, willingly, apologized to anyone.” He finished and released his burden into the trash can. And watch with satisfaction as the noise of the pens and pencils hitting the bottom of the trashcan made Chase flinch slightly.
Once Chase was sure Wilson was not coming back Chase pulled out the piece of paper from his pocket. My house tonight at eight; was what the note said. Throwing a quick glance at the garbage can Chase shook his head and walked away to fight the urge to dig up his apology.
Chase passed the rest of the day lost in his own head. His thoughts kept going back to what Wilson had said and what House and he had done a few days earlier in the storage closet. He wasn’t sure what to feel, if he was honest with himself he could admit that a part of him, a big part of him, had liked it; had like the roughness, the possessiveness, House had shown.
What he didn’t like was the reason. House had heard a rumor and had believed it and sought to put him in his place, and that made his blood boil in a non arousing way. By this point in their relationship House should know him better should have come to him first instead of making assumptions.
His frustration and anger however had quickly turned to fright as he realized he and House no longer had the relationship they had agreed upon, this was no longer just casual sex with no strings attached. And what made Chase pause was the thought that House knew it too. House knew and was probably freaking out and that was the reason he had gotten rid of his things. House was trying to go back to the way things were.
Chase gave a frustrated sighed and glance at his watch, it was seven thirty. Running a hand though his hair he packed up and headed out to meet House.
The trip to House’s home was a quick one and next thing he knew Chase was standing before House’s door with his key ready to open the door. It was then he made two conclusions. One, he was not going to let House convince him or himself to stop their developing feeling and relationship. And two he no longer knew if he could function completely without that insufferable man in his life.
Taking a deep breath he turned the key and stepped into the house he had began to think of as a home. The sight that greeted him was far from homey.
House was sitting on the couch with a barely dressed brunet straddling his lap her lips teasing his ear lobe. Chase froze his gaze traveled to the man’s face and was met with a challenging look. House stared back his eyes just daring him to say something.
His first instinct was to turn slam the door and leave, but that was exactly what House wanted. This was not a challenge or a test this was House giving him a chance to run away. House wanted him to run so he wouldn’t have to face the growing emotions and the bond between them. Well Chase was tired of running and he would show House that what they had was not something to run from.
Temporarily ignoring the pang in his heart left from seeing House with someone else and armed with Wilson’s words and all the signs House sent, he took a step forward. He removed his jacket letting it fall carelessly on the floor.
The woman finally seemed to notice him and turned from nuzzling House’s neck. “Is he the one we were waiting for?” She asked in a husky whisper.
Ignoring the words Chase locked eyes with House. He let a smirk play on his lips as he walked towards the couch and settled himself on House’s right.
Holding eye contact Chase reached up and caressed the woman’s bare arm. Slowly he ran his finger tips up and down her arms, feeling the woman shift under his caress he turned to face her.
Shifting on House’s lap she moved closer to Chase and gave him a sultry smile. Chase returned the look as she pulled him close for a kiss.
House watched the two people kissing before him his eyes locked on Chase as the other man’s tongue played and sucked on the pro’s on his lap. Slowly she pulled away her eyes glossy and full of lust directed at chase.
“Hmm” She purred before shifting closer to Chase almost leaving House’s lap. Dipping her head back in for another kiss she stop short when she felt the man below her take her chin. Following the hand she turn to her ‘employer’ for the night; she licked her lips and leaned closer.
“He is delicious.” She whispered in a puff of air.
“You’re done.” House informed her.
Making a little pout with her full lips she sighed and gave a shrug. That was really too bad, but she had already been paid. Besides even thought the two men had not touched she could tell she was clearly the third wheel; it was all in the looks they gave each other.
With the grace of years of practice, she stood from his lap and redressed and walked towards Chase slipping him a card in his hand and confirmed her suspicion when the older man shot her a burning glare. The man in front of her didn’t notice and only gave her an indulgent smile. She walked out with a smirk on her face. Oh how she would love to be a fly on the wall of this room.
Chase turned his head back to House. House had a confused look on his face as if just realizing he had sent out his night’s entertainment and all because she had touched Chase. This was bad, House thought as looked at Chase.
This was not suppose to happen, he wasn’t suppose to feel jealousy when someone else touched Chase, he wasn’t suppose to feel possessiveness either but there they were those annoying emoting that though at for front of his mind were not as strong as the feelings of need, want, and love he felt for the man sitting next to him.
House stared at Chase, Chase stared back. House opened his mouth to speak and no words came out. Instead he stared at the hand holding Chase’s cheek and was too startle to realize it was his, when had that happened, he wondered.
Trying once more for words House opened his mouth, but he was silent. In his head the words he wanted to say went something like; it was fun while it lasted but his is it. Those words however brought up images of his life before Chase and he could not, for the life of him, conjure up a single significant moment of his life before Chase.
With a resigned grunt House decided he wanted, needed, Chase in his life no matter what that entailed. For one glorious moment his life was crystal clear. House decided he would take the chances of getting hurt if it meant more time in the company of the only person who didn’t judge him. The only person whose quirks he accepted and accepted his own. The only person whose fucked up faults he loved and loved his own.
The epiphany like feeling finally brought some relief to the tightening in his chest. Now the only thing to do was to see if Chase still wanted to be with him.
The silence however was too long and made Chase weary. Come on say something, this is your move now. Say something, anything and I’ll stay you know I will. It’s you turn to give House come on. When Chase was met with only more silence he sighed. With a scoff he glanced down at the card in his hand and began to stand up.
“I guess I should give your friend a call and see if she’s still up for some fun.” Chase said sarcastically.
Before he could straighten up fully House plucked the card from his fingers and dropped it on the floor. He pulled Chase down with one hand and with the he took the back of Chase’s neck pulling him down for a kiss.
It was a hard possessive kiss the kind that left Chase with a bitter sweet feeling. Why couldn’t House just let him in and admit he needed Chase as much as Chase needed him. Chase had no answers, but he was tired of House’s mood swings and decided to kiss House back equally hard and with equal possessiveness.
Fighting for dominance tongues dueled hands roamed bodies urgently. Breathes quickened, kissed became sloppy and hurried. House quickly became aroused by the noises Chase was making and the way the other man was creating friction between them.
Frustrated by meeting clothes were his hands were Chase quickly rid House of his clothes and did the same for himself. And thought if this was to be a good buy fuck he wanted it to be fast so he could leave and try to get on his life.
House ended up on sitting on the couch with Chase straddling him. Chase was lubing him up with the tube of lube he had put on the table which was suppose to add to the mockery but now came in handy.
Throwing the bottle down on the floor Chase lined himself up and began lowering himself and stopped when House took his hips and gave him a quizzical look.
“No condom?” He asked.
“No need.” Chase answered and began his decent once again and was once again stopped his House.
“Did you check my file?” House asked referring to the file he had dared Chase to check if he didn’t believe that he was clean.
This time Chase stopped his own descend. He licked his lips and locked eyes with House before he spoke. “Everybody lies; it’s your mantra, but I trust you to tell me the truth when it’s important.” Chase confessed and took the head of House’s cock into himself, both men groaned.
Catching his breath Chase looked down at house. “Was I wrong to trust you?’ Chase challenged.
House only shook his head and groaned as Chase took him all in. What was could he say, his emoting were everywhere. If he had doubts about Chase they were erased. Chase understood him; he knew that while he was actively vicious and mean he would never intentionally harm anyone by lying about something so important.
Chase knew him and understood him and was above him setting a fast rhythm and House could no be happier. Except he could be he wanted to slow down and appreciate his lover but Chase seemed intent on a quickie.
Grabbing his hips House made Chase slow down. Chase frowned and was about to protest when House kissed him and he was left breathless. House was kissing him slowly taking his time to explore his mouth, while his hands caressed Chase’s body.
Pulling away House smiled seeing Chase’s dumbfounded look. Taking his hips again House set a new rhythm. Chase followed House’s lead and together they moved sensually against each other. House scooted lower on the couch changing the angel, Chase’s breath hitched and he placed his hands on either side of House gripping the material of the couch tightly with his hands.
“There?” House asked helping Chase moved faster. Chase only nodded as his prostate was stimulated, he wasn’t sure what House was planning any more but he didn’t care he no longer had enough blood and oxygen flowing into his brain for thoughts.
All Chase could do was moan and move faster and faster, feeling the tip of House’s cock touch his prostate on every down stroke.
“House.” He moaned. In reply House took his nipple into his mouth, he was close and wanted Chase there with him when his came.
Lifting his head House looked up at Chase. And he would never tire of looking upon Chase’s face when the other was aroused. He looked so beautiful, his skin was flawless, his lips red from kissing, his cheeks tinted pink and his eyes closed concentrating on the pleasure he was being given.
And again House wanted no one but himself to look at Chase when he was this opened, this beautiful, but unlike before he let his thoughts be known.
“You’re mine.” He said as he took one of Chase’s nipples into this mouth. “You’re mine.” He repeated biting and licking every patch of skin he could reach.
Registering the words Chase opened his eyes and looked at House. “Yours” He agreed breathlessly, “Yours as long as you’re only mine.” He added and felt House’s grip on his hips tighten and one hand snaked between their impossibly close bodies and began stroking him.
“I don’t do monogamy.” House answered, tightening his grip on his strokes Chase moaned clenching his inner muscles around House. “Oh yeah.” House groaned momentarily closing his eyes.
Chase smiled finally understand and seeing the truth in House’s actions. Why had he wanted a verbal confession he should have known better; House was a man of action not a poet.
The clues were all there and finally made sense; from allowing Chase to coexist with him in the privacy of his home, to the possessive claim on his body to the apology and finally the slow love making House had initiated. House had already given himself to Chase and only wanted to know if the action was returned.
As for the not doing monogamy thing, Chase decided not to point out the fact that House had been monogamous for the past few months instead he returned the banter.
“I’m an only child I don’t share well with others.” Chase teased and had no clue how he could keep talking when he was panting after every word. “House.” Chase whimpered feeling his was close.
Hearing his name whispered with so much desire pushed House over the edge and he came hard inside of his lover. Chase gasped and was soon following House. The first time they had done it without a condom he had no time to enjoy the feeling, but now all Chase could concentrate on was House pulsing inside of him while he spilled his essence on both their bodies.
Collapsing on top of House, Chase caught his breath and smiled when House’s arms went around him and started playing piano notes on his lower back.
“Chase.” House called after a few minutes, the other man’s response was to grunt. “Don’t fall asleep on me.” Chase only snuggled closer to House; he was so deliciously tired he could not muster enough strength to roll of off House.
“Chase.” House prodded again.
“Hmm”
“For the record I don’t share well with other’s either.” House informed a sleepy Chase.
“Does this mean you finally agree? I’m only yours and you’re only mine?” Chase mumbled/asked.
Chase felt House nod before he said, “Yeah, you spoiled brat.” House could feel Chase’s smile on his chest.
A moment later House realized Chase was sleeping. House sighed, he would have to wake his lover soon before his leg cramped up but for now he was happy with their position. “You better not drool.” House mumbled before closing his tired eyes and enjoyed the warmth and comfort holding Chase brought to him.
A/N:I hope the ending wasn't too OOC and that this chapter didn't dissapoint. Well love ya all and until next time ^__^
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