albumconcepts: Track 2. "I like the way"
“Desire is the drug of the bourgeoisie
And now I try to intellectualize
Like a glimmer of good in a bad man’s eyes
I am consumed by the flesh haunting me
I know temptation taunts the empty
So pour yourself over me
Until there’s nothing left to see, yeah yeah
Because I like the way you move in the dark
I like the tension, the tension and the spark”
- “I like the way” by Darren Hayes
Chase pulled on his scrubs pants, carefully balancing on the edge of the bed so he didn’t move the mattress too much. He looked behind him to where House was lying naked, asleep, seeming almost innocent in his slumber. Looks could be deceiving, to say the least. Chase scratched the back of his head. He didn’t really have a label for what they were doing. The concept was there, but it wasn’t anything like what he’d done with Cameron. This was House. No matter what it was they were doing, it was never going to be the same as anything Chase had done with anyone before.
Maybe it was just giving in to temptation? They’d both been drunk the first time; drunk on very expensive Scotch, yet by the time it was over, they were both starkly sober to not forget when House had walked out just minutes after the end. Now, after a fiery confrontation, they had this… thing. Just sex, no feelings. That had been their bargain. It was definitely doable for Chase, though to say there were no feelings was a fallacy. He had feelings, he was just so adept at hiding them after doing so for many many years that it came as easy to him now as smiling with a morning greeting.
One thing that seemed mutual between them was the physical attraction. House couldn’t even deny that now. Maybe the first time they could’ve written it off as a drunken error or an intoxicated stupid curiosity. Though, it had always been more than a curiosity for Chase. There had been a sparking tension between him and House since the minute Chase walked through the door to House’s office to start the job. They clashed, though Chase’s respect for House had never wavered, not even when House was doing his best to make Chase’s like hell; not even when House had smacked him in the face or fired him. It wasn’t something Chase could explain, and he was loathe to explore the possibility that it had been because he was attracted to House. That was only a recent thing, after all. It’s what had led to the just sex, no feelings rule. That wasn’t to say he didn’t like the spark between them. He did. And it’s what kept him there under House for so long.
But as he sat here now, watching House sleep and wondering what the hell they were getting themselves in to, Chase found himself more and more reluctant to paste any labels on it. Labels made it real, and when it became real, that’s when House would run. And he didn’t want House to run, all cripple jokes aside.
He pulled his scrubs top over his head and quickly scrawled a note for House to leave next to him.
Got paged in. Not running out, just had to work…
Your place or mine next time?
The last thing he wanted was House throwing his own accusations back in his face. ”I want to know why you treated me like a whore!” Chase had spat at House during that unforgettable confrontation at House’s place. He still wasn’t sure what the driving force had been that took him to House’s doorstep that night. Whatever it was, he was glad he’d done it.
And whatever it was with House, he was glad they had it too.
[This is stemmed from Chase’s House/Chase hungstethoscope verse]
Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Album | "The Tension and the Spark" by Darren Hayes
Words | 563
And now I try to intellectualize
Like a glimmer of good in a bad man’s eyes
I am consumed by the flesh haunting me
I know temptation taunts the empty
So pour yourself over me
Until there’s nothing left to see, yeah yeah
Because I like the way you move in the dark
I like the tension, the tension and the spark”
- “I like the way” by Darren Hayes
Chase pulled on his scrubs pants, carefully balancing on the edge of the bed so he didn’t move the mattress too much. He looked behind him to where House was lying naked, asleep, seeming almost innocent in his slumber. Looks could be deceiving, to say the least. Chase scratched the back of his head. He didn’t really have a label for what they were doing. The concept was there, but it wasn’t anything like what he’d done with Cameron. This was House. No matter what it was they were doing, it was never going to be the same as anything Chase had done with anyone before.
Maybe it was just giving in to temptation? They’d both been drunk the first time; drunk on very expensive Scotch, yet by the time it was over, they were both starkly sober to not forget when House had walked out just minutes after the end. Now, after a fiery confrontation, they had this… thing. Just sex, no feelings. That had been their bargain. It was definitely doable for Chase, though to say there were no feelings was a fallacy. He had feelings, he was just so adept at hiding them after doing so for many many years that it came as easy to him now as smiling with a morning greeting.
One thing that seemed mutual between them was the physical attraction. House couldn’t even deny that now. Maybe the first time they could’ve written it off as a drunken error or an intoxicated stupid curiosity. Though, it had always been more than a curiosity for Chase. There had been a sparking tension between him and House since the minute Chase walked through the door to House’s office to start the job. They clashed, though Chase’s respect for House had never wavered, not even when House was doing his best to make Chase’s like hell; not even when House had smacked him in the face or fired him. It wasn’t something Chase could explain, and he was loathe to explore the possibility that it had been because he was attracted to House. That was only a recent thing, after all. It’s what had led to the just sex, no feelings rule. That wasn’t to say he didn’t like the spark between them. He did. And it’s what kept him there under House for so long.
But as he sat here now, watching House sleep and wondering what the hell they were getting themselves in to, Chase found himself more and more reluctant to paste any labels on it. Labels made it real, and when it became real, that’s when House would run. And he didn’t want House to run, all cripple jokes aside.
He pulled his scrubs top over his head and quickly scrawled a note for House to leave next to him.
Got paged in. Not running out, just had to work…
Your place or mine next time?
The last thing he wanted was House throwing his own accusations back in his face. ”I want to know why you treated me like a whore!” Chase had spat at House during that unforgettable confrontation at House’s place. He still wasn’t sure what the driving force had been that took him to House’s doorstep that night. Whatever it was, he was glad he’d done it.
And whatever it was with House, he was glad they had it too.
[This is stemmed from Chase’s House/Chase hungstethoscope verse]
Muse | Dr Robert Chase
Fandom | House, M.D.
Album | "The Tension and the Spark" by Darren Hayes
Words | 563