Fic: Dinner and a Movie
Title: Dinner and a Movie
Author: interpretthis
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Chase
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Slash
Challenge/Prompt: 7_virtues/Humility...table here.
Summary: House wants Chase back. Chase has his demands, but they’re nothing House hasn’t met before. With a certain someone who wanted a date.
Note: I haven’t been keeping up much, but if this has been done a bazillion times since the finale please let me know nicely before bashing my brains out. Also, my ability to write coherently seems to have run off to the Bahamas without me. Just so y’all know. *facepalm* Otherwise...ZOMGSEASONFOUR!!!!
House rapped the door loudly, his cane whacking at the polished wood separating him from his former employee. He heard vague movements from inside over the incessant peel of his cane-meet-door attack, then a crash as the door cracked open. He saw an eye and a flash of blond hair just as the door snapped back in his face.
“Robert!” He wondered which would break first, the cane or the door. “You get your pretty little ass out here right. this. second. My cane isn’t a cane for nothing, you know!”
The door swung open again and there he stood. Plain white t-shirt. Low-slung jeans. Not a crisp white medical coat in sight. His cheeks were flushed.
“Sorry. Tripped.”
House eyed the toppled shelf intersecting the path of the door and smirked.
“Difficult stuff. Opening doors.” He swung his cane down from the doorframe to grasp and lean on. “Anyway. I’ve got an offer to make you, Robbie.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Chase leaned against the doorframe, regaining his composure, crossing his arms across his chest. “I’m not coming back.”
“Mmm. Right. Not even if…I offer you anything you want?” He trilled the last three words sing-songily, cocking an eyebrow.
Chase’s eyebrow flew up to counter his. “Anything?”
“Anything. Fish and chips, a temporary trip back to the Land of Eng, the queen’s jammies-”
“Oh for the love of god, I’m not British.”
“Box of dead cane toads?”
Chase snorted, his lovely blond hair cascading down his forehead. He brushed it back, leveling House with an uncharacteristically serious stare.
“So that’s a yes on the cane to-”
“A date.”
House grinned. “Oh, now I know I’m charming-” He trailed off as he caught the look on the other man’s face. “You’re serious?”
Chase felt a fierce bubble of pride burst against his sternum. For two seconds he watched as House let his guard down, the callus façade cracking to give a flash of the man behind. Chase looked on as House blinked, the fortress flying up again in the form of a smirk, vulnerability forced out. Chase wanted more.
“Yeah, I’m serious.”
-
“I can’t believe we’re going to a movie. We went to dinner and now we’re going to a movie.”
Chase flashed House a grin. “I like movies.”
“Everyone likes movies. I still can’t believe we’re going to a movie. You, Robert Chase, are a cliché.”
“Yeah, well, it’s my date, and I want to go see a movie.”
“Your date? You go off and see a movie then. I’ll wait in the car.”
“You know I was offered a job with -”
“Movie it is then.”
They made their way through the parking lot, lining up for tickets under the theater’s flashing neon marquee. House watched Chase as he bent in to hackle with the cashier through the tiny speaker. A date. They were on a date. He wondered briefly where this detrimental habit of picking exactly the wrong employees came from. Not to mention the related habit of crawling back on his hands and knees to beg for their forgiveness and implore them to return after he’d a.) fired them b.) driven them away. Sadistic, man-hungry little bitches.
-
The five minutes between getting the tickets and entering the theater elapsed without major disaster. It was as they came upon the double-door set up leading into the dark corridor beyond that House had the sense to ask which movie, exactly, he was to be tortured with that evening.
“Stardust?! STARDUST?! I’m beginning to think I should’ve hired some other pretty Brit. Stardust. Bloody ridiculous. Stardust.” He caught the devilish twinkle in Chase’s eye as they entered.
-
“So is this the part where we make-out like horny teenagers?” House hissed against Chase’s ear, sharp blue eyes twinkling in the darkness, tone thick with sarcasm.
“Not quite yet.” Chase’s hot breath on his neck sent a shiver rippling across his flesh. Chase reached out to grab House’s hand from his lap, twining their fingers soundly as DeNiro’s cross-dressing pirate did a fancy leap across the screen, frills swirling. House stiffened. He did not move - neither to grasp nor to pull back. Chase’s lips curled as he fixed his eyes back on the film, mind on the man beside him.
-
They stumbled their way into the room in a flurry of shed clothing and warring lips, feet tripping over feet as minds grew clouded with primal lust. House had the consciousness to give a broken, slightly needier-than-intended chuckle against Chase’s lips as the other man tripped backwards over the still-fallen shelf. Somehow he managed to stumble his way over the arm of the couch, dragging House along with him, their bodies sinking together, heat trapped between their naked torsos. House ran his lips down the arched column of Chase’s neck, settling scorching kiss after kiss against the younger man’s soft, frenzied pulse point. Chase groaned and clutched his shoulders, letting his legs fall open, his cock trapped against his stomach and the taut flesh of House’s abdomen, slick and sweaty and eager. House curved his hand along the statuary musculature of Chase’s side, running over scalding, jumping flesh in the darkness. He smirked against Chase’s lips.
“Never got this far with Cameron.”
Chase whined, bucking up with a jolt. House’s teeth nipped at his ear as he bucked back with a groan, their cocks sliding together, thick, desperate. House wondered vaguely why he hadn’t thought to do this earlier. Maybe he had. His leg stiffened and he let Chase take the last few strokes, the younger man moaning like a whore as his hips jerked off the couch again and again to seek more, glean more, feel more. House exploded against him, coming apart mind and body, blood racing through his veins like molten lava as he peaked. Chase watched, transfixed, eyes drinking in the sight of House, only House and no one more, caught up in the intimacy of the moment, eyebrows furrowed, breaths coming sharply, vulnerable and his. Chase came hard, eyes squeezed shut, luminous circles blooming against his eyelids in the darkness, a searing eclipse of the mind. House fell against Chase heavily, their bodies fitting together, sweaty and sated, winding down.
House shifted, letting his lips linger against the younger man’s ear once again, reveling in the shiver his proximity inspired even then. His voice was husky, but Chase could hear the smile in it, the afterglow, the truth.
“You’re hired.”
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