dr_robchase | [Chase/Foreman AU]

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[Chase/Foreman AU]

Chase knew that Foreman needed help with the Vicodin and that it would probably be time for another go -- seeing as he was getting accustomed to Vicodin cycles, what with House around -- and headed for the back room, checking to see if Foreman was still dozing.

He lingered in the doorway, just watching him. He seemed just so peaceful and he wondered how much had happened between them, how much Foreman knew about Chase that he didn't even know about himself.

Eventually, he cleared his throat quietly. "Foreman?"

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Chase saw that and pushed himself up to fetch a glass of water. He handed it to Foreman. "I'm going to just get you better first."

Foreman gave him a look.

"You don't want to...you're freaked out. What, like them better when they play hard to get?"

"I want to get you better," Chase stressed. "And yeah, right now, it's a rebound, considering I just broke up with the man I was engaged to."

"How's that work anyway? I never figured you for one to go for the long-term."

Foreman eventually wanted to look into settling down with someone, but not at the moment.

"I go out with people. And I hope that they're it. The one," he explained, tossing the pillow to Foreman.

"Are you leaving?"

Foreman wasn't really tired yet, but if Chase wanted an out he guess he could go for another nap.

Chase shrugged. "Don't need the pillow as much as you do." He settled against the chair. "So, tell me things about what I missed."

Foreman slid the pillow beneath his head, cursing loudly when the bandage started pulling.

"Fuck. Anyway, what do you want to know? Kayla?"

"I remember Kayla," he said quietly, turning his gaze away. "I was thinking more about...well, not to do with me."

Foreman licked his lips.

"I was boss for three weeks. Drove House up the wall."

Chase lit up at that. "Really? See, now that's interesting. How'd he take it? I mean, obviously, he's House...he reacted badly."

"Stalked around miserable, really. Made my life hell. I caught up on paperwork though. Cuddy loved that."

Foreman laughed.

"We had a case. Bipolar guy, hit his head, started spouting gibberish? You and me totally pulled the wool over Cuddy's eyes. I told her we were having dinner together. Reservations just for two. We were going to the guy's house."

Chase's eyes widened at that and he gaped at Foreman. "So, you really would have..." been interested, he never said.

Foreman gave Chase an annoyed look and sat up.

"Just...you can kiss me without breaking the Hippocratic Oath. We're colleagues."

Chase weighed all his options and realized that screw rebound. He leaned in and closed his eyes, kissing Foreman slowly and softly.

Okay, yeah, kissing Chase was better than he thought it would be. He slid a hand into his hair, rubbing his fingers into his scalp as he kissed.

Chase had really soft lips for a...well, for anyone, really. House had been right with all the jokes.

Chase was kissing Foreman.

Oh, holy crap, but Chase was actually kissing Foreman. He let out a soft moan and eased forward, onto the bed.

"Watch the head," Foreman whispered, sliding his mouth down and kissing at the corner of Chase's mouth before returning to his mouth and kissing harder, deeper.

Chase definitely wasn't planning on aggravating that and just kept kissing softly and slowly, hands on Foreman's chest instead.

Foreman broke the kiss and slid his hands down Chase's back, resting them just above his hips. He'd always found himself looking at Chase's back--Chase had a bad habit of wearing shirts that were too small and pulled across a decidedly-broad set of shoulders. He must have bought them to fit his waist, he mused, for it was narrow.

"Better than expected, Chase."

Chase couldn't help but laugh quietly, amazed that this was actually happening. "Thanks. It's nice to exceed expectation."

Foreman slid a hand down lower, pressing their hips closer together as he slid the other one back into his hair.

"Bet you got that from all your teachers too, 'Exceeds Expectations."

"Just because I appeared to be a lazy slacker," he mumbled, words all sticking together as he kissed up Foreman's jaw.

Foreman groaned.

"Are you trying to get me off over here or are you just going to tease?"

That probably wasn't the best word choice. He decided to amend it.

"Kidding, man. Just...fuck. This is hot."

Chase smiled nervously, easing away just enough to look Foreman in the eyes. "I meant what I said about trying to get you better."

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