House ficlet: Push (House/Chase, NC-17)
O-ho! Something nobody on the flist cares a damn for! I promise--I've got a House/Wilson ficlet in the works, too. So much for not taking on a new fandom. Sheesh.
Title: Push
Pairing: House/Chase
Rating: NC-17, for rather graphic talk
Summary: Established relationship. Just a bit of dirty talk before a differential. 1250 words.
Push
House was standing alone in his office with a cup of coffee, scrutinizing the white board, but only for show. From his posture, Chase could tell that House obviously knew exactly what he was looking at, even if his assortment of possible fellows wouldn't when they arrived. It was funny, but there were so many ways he could read House better now that he wasn't under his feet and in his shadow, day in and day out-even apart from the fact that he'd had the man's dick inside him now, heard him gasp as he came, even slept in his bed on occasion.
In fact, Chase had woken up beside him that morning, but since House hadn't been awake when he left, he had no idea what kind of mood the man was in. Not that it mattered; Chase had his ways of getting what he wanted from him.
Chase joined House at the white board, planting himself just within his personal space but not laying a hand on him. House was glaring at the board over top of his coffee mug, but it was the kind of look that might've been aimed at the world in general, although it was something more brooding than his usual animated misanthropy.
"Fired anyone this morning?" Chase asked a little too cheerfully.
House didn't even turn; he just muttered, "Unfortunately, no."
"You look crankier than normal."
"Well, you look stupider than normal."
"And so full of impressive comebacks."
"How about this: go fuck yourself." He paused, then he added, snidely, "Dear."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Actually, and I can't believe I'm going to say this," House huffed out a sigh, "but I'm really, really not in the mood."
Chase reached out, then, and slid his hand onto the back of House's neck, and though the man suddenly got quiet, he did cut his eyes over at him, probably hoping to ward off the inevitable question about whether his leg was bothering him more than usual that morning. But Chase knew better than to ask. Besides, at that moment, House's leg was far from his chief concern.
Chase let his hand come up until his fingers curled into the nape of his neck in that way that sometimes made the man shiver, and he said softly, "Well, when you do get in the mood, I would really, really love to drag you into the cardiac lounge bathroom and blow you so long and so thoroughly you forget where you are and that you're apparently in a piss-poor mood. That is, of course, if you can get it up this morning."
When House turned to face him, his eyes gave away almost nothing. It was a game of theirs. They carried out so much seduction in the open at work because, to everyone else, they still looked like House and Chase, demanding boss and dutiful duckling, things just as they always had been, just as they should be, despite Chase's new job.
House stared at him for a long moment, then he turned back to face the board before he said, "Looks like somebody woke up on the rude and degenerate side of the bed this morning."
"Well, it was your side," Chase said as he took his hand away and drifted toward the door.
He was only a few feet away from it when he heard House set down his cup and begin to shuffle up behind him. Chase stopped and waited, but, rather than slide up behind him, maybe remind him rather crudely of exactly what they'd been doing the night before that left him too tired to reclaim his side of the bed, House playfully smacked him across the ass with his cane and came around to look him in the eyes.
"Convince me," he said in a tone that sounded like he might as well have been running a differential. But Chase could see a twinkle in his eye, a leading look that he knew quite well after all these years. House actually expected Chase, unlike his potential fellows, to be able to give him the answer he was looking for.
Chase took a step forward until he was standing close enough that their clothing rustled together, and he could feel the heat rising off the other man's body. Chase watched the world outside the office over his shoulder, even as he leaned in and said in House's ear: "Actually, I'd much rather have you bend me over your desk, right now, and fuck me so hard I won't be able to sit down for the rest of the day. I'd squirm and moan, tell you how badly I need it. But I'd settle for anything that means you putting your fucking hands on me until I absolutely explode. You know," he pressed his face into the hollow of House's neck and smiled against his skin, "like you did last night."
He could feel House's breath hitch, and he let out his own soft gasp as House reached between them and squeezed at his dick through his pants, making him half hard with one, two rubs.
House gave him a ghost of a smile as he took a step back. "Uh huh. Slut."
"For you."
Playfully, he said, "But what if I wanted your dick"-he squeezed again and then finally pulled his hand away-"up my ass?"
Chase inwardly cursed as he felt an unexpected blush creep over his cheeks. But before House could give him any grief over it-and before he could walk away-Chase hooked an arm around his neck and circled the other around his waist to pull their bodies flush together. He grinded up and into him as he captured his mouth in a short, wet kiss, thrusting his tongue inside just until House groaned and his dick started to stir beside his.
Chase pulled back and retreated a few steps away. "Bastard."
House furtively rubbed at his own erection through his pants. He was frowning, but only out of habit. "Tease."
"Oh, I'm the tease? You'd never let me bone you in your office."
"I never let you bone me, period, not when you've got a mouth that fantastically foul." He cocked his head to the side. "Then again…you are awfully persuasive today."
Chase's mouth dropped open, but he forced it shut again. "You're not serious," he said, when he could manage to do so without a squeak.
House gave him an enigmatic smile. "You never know."
Chase shook his head and straightened out his coat. "In fifteen, then?"
House was already headed back to the white board, probably jumping headlong into the science to distract himself. "I think you're overestimating them," he muttered as he picked up the marker and scrawled something atthe bottom of the list.
Chase was halfway out the door when House said, "Dr. Chase?"
"Yeah?"
"You do realize-one day, the doe-eyed pervert routine's not going to work anymore."
Chase grinned. "But obviously, that day isn't today, old man."
House grimaced at him impressively, and he was almost certain that meant he would do his damndest to find a way to fuck him, even if a blowjob would've been so much easier. That was fine with Chase; he didn't mind difficult. In fact, he rather liked it when House felt like he had something to prove. He liked even more that he knew him well enough to push him to the limit, even on a bad day.
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Title: Push
Pairing: House/Chase
Rating: NC-17, for rather graphic talk
Summary: Established relationship. Just a bit of dirty talk before a differential. 1250 words.
Push
House was standing alone in his office with a cup of coffee, scrutinizing the white board, but only for show. From his posture, Chase could tell that House obviously knew exactly what he was looking at, even if his assortment of possible fellows wouldn't when they arrived. It was funny, but there were so many ways he could read House better now that he wasn't under his feet and in his shadow, day in and day out-even apart from the fact that he'd had the man's dick inside him now, heard him gasp as he came, even slept in his bed on occasion.
In fact, Chase had woken up beside him that morning, but since House hadn't been awake when he left, he had no idea what kind of mood the man was in. Not that it mattered; Chase had his ways of getting what he wanted from him.
Chase joined House at the white board, planting himself just within his personal space but not laying a hand on him. House was glaring at the board over top of his coffee mug, but it was the kind of look that might've been aimed at the world in general, although it was something more brooding than his usual animated misanthropy.
"Fired anyone this morning?" Chase asked a little too cheerfully.
House didn't even turn; he just muttered, "Unfortunately, no."
"You look crankier than normal."
"Well, you look stupider than normal."
"And so full of impressive comebacks."
"How about this: go fuck yourself." He paused, then he added, snidely, "Dear."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Actually, and I can't believe I'm going to say this," House huffed out a sigh, "but I'm really, really not in the mood."
Chase reached out, then, and slid his hand onto the back of House's neck, and though the man suddenly got quiet, he did cut his eyes over at him, probably hoping to ward off the inevitable question about whether his leg was bothering him more than usual that morning. But Chase knew better than to ask. Besides, at that moment, House's leg was far from his chief concern.
Chase let his hand come up until his fingers curled into the nape of his neck in that way that sometimes made the man shiver, and he said softly, "Well, when you do get in the mood, I would really, really love to drag you into the cardiac lounge bathroom and blow you so long and so thoroughly you forget where you are and that you're apparently in a piss-poor mood. That is, of course, if you can get it up this morning."
When House turned to face him, his eyes gave away almost nothing. It was a game of theirs. They carried out so much seduction in the open at work because, to everyone else, they still looked like House and Chase, demanding boss and dutiful duckling, things just as they always had been, just as they should be, despite Chase's new job.
House stared at him for a long moment, then he turned back to face the board before he said, "Looks like somebody woke up on the rude and degenerate side of the bed this morning."
"Well, it was your side," Chase said as he took his hand away and drifted toward the door.
He was only a few feet away from it when he heard House set down his cup and begin to shuffle up behind him. Chase stopped and waited, but, rather than slide up behind him, maybe remind him rather crudely of exactly what they'd been doing the night before that left him too tired to reclaim his side of the bed, House playfully smacked him across the ass with his cane and came around to look him in the eyes.
"Convince me," he said in a tone that sounded like he might as well have been running a differential. But Chase could see a twinkle in his eye, a leading look that he knew quite well after all these years. House actually expected Chase, unlike his potential fellows, to be able to give him the answer he was looking for.
Chase took a step forward until he was standing close enough that their clothing rustled together, and he could feel the heat rising off the other man's body. Chase watched the world outside the office over his shoulder, even as he leaned in and said in House's ear: "Actually, I'd much rather have you bend me over your desk, right now, and fuck me so hard I won't be able to sit down for the rest of the day. I'd squirm and moan, tell you how badly I need it. But I'd settle for anything that means you putting your fucking hands on me until I absolutely explode. You know," he pressed his face into the hollow of House's neck and smiled against his skin, "like you did last night."
He could feel House's breath hitch, and he let out his own soft gasp as House reached between them and squeezed at his dick through his pants, making him half hard with one, two rubs.
House gave him a ghost of a smile as he took a step back. "Uh huh. Slut."
"For you."
Playfully, he said, "But what if I wanted your dick"-he squeezed again and then finally pulled his hand away-"up my ass?"
Chase inwardly cursed as he felt an unexpected blush creep over his cheeks. But before House could give him any grief over it-and before he could walk away-Chase hooked an arm around his neck and circled the other around his waist to pull their bodies flush together. He grinded up and into him as he captured his mouth in a short, wet kiss, thrusting his tongue inside just until House groaned and his dick started to stir beside his.
Chase pulled back and retreated a few steps away. "Bastard."
House furtively rubbed at his own erection through his pants. He was frowning, but only out of habit. "Tease."
"Oh, I'm the tease? You'd never let me bone you in your office."
"I never let you bone me, period, not when you've got a mouth that fantastically foul." He cocked his head to the side. "Then again…you are awfully persuasive today."
Chase's mouth dropped open, but he forced it shut again. "You're not serious," he said, when he could manage to do so without a squeak.
House gave him an enigmatic smile. "You never know."
Chase shook his head and straightened out his coat. "In fifteen, then?"
House was already headed back to the white board, probably jumping headlong into the science to distract himself. "I think you're overestimating them," he muttered as he picked up the marker and scrawled something atthe bottom of the list.
Chase was halfway out the door when House said, "Dr. Chase?"
"Yeah?"
"You do realize-one day, the doe-eyed pervert routine's not going to work anymore."
Chase grinned. "But obviously, that day isn't today, old man."
House grimaced at him impressively, and he was almost certain that meant he would do his damndest to find a way to fuck him, even if a blowjob would've been so much easier. That was fine with Chase; he didn't mind difficult. In fact, he rather liked it when House felt like he had something to prove. He liked even more that he knew him well enough to push him to the limit, even on a bad day.
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