Birthday Boy [For House]

[dr_robchase]

Chase knew what day it was before he'd even woken up and he just clasped his pillow and used it to cover his head, burrowing into the bed a little deeper. He sighed, staring at the darkened linens of the bed. A year in this place. Two separate birthdays on this island, the first of which he didn't even tell anyone about.

He slowly turned and tossed again -- just in his ratty t-shirt and boxers -- and got comfortable on his side, trying to sneak in another few hours of sleep, at least before he had to wake up and face reality.

Maybe everyone would forget. It was a nice thought and a good possibility, but somehow, he doubted he was going to get off the hook, just like that.

He turned, lying facing the wall and tugging the sheets up a little higher. No birthday calls today to miss. Just an island to deal with.

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[misanthrope_md]

House wasn't going to forget, if only because Chase had made a point to tell him and to request his company. And even if House's current state of mind wasn't at the best - between Jack and Chase sucking face with other people at the bonfire and then not only finding out that Wilson was back but finding him in his bed - he was going to try his best not to fuck up Chase's birthday.

He poked his head in the door without knocking, figuring the worst that could happen would be a naked Cuddy, which she'd probably forgive him for, and was relieved to see the room empty except for Chase's familiar form curled up on the bed.

He didn't bother to try to be quiet, as you can't really sneak with a cane, but he was pretty fast, sitting down on the bed with Chase and leaning over to kiss the back of his neck before saying anything.

[dr_robchase]

Chase wasn't really upset, and he was really more pleased than anything at the touch and he curled up, like a warm and content cat, turning a little to look up at House, hair mussed and his gaze sleepy. "Morning," he murmured.

[misanthrope_md]

If House had been a woman - or really, most anyone else but him - he would have melted right there on the spot, from pure cuteness overload. As it was, he might have melted just a little bit. At the very least, the cuteness didn't annoy him at all, which was saying quite a bit.

As it was, he lifted an eyebrow as he idly threaded his fingers into the hair at the nape of Chase's neck. "I can leave if you want to go back to sleep."

[dr_robchase]

Chase managed a shrug, stretching out and suppressing a tired yawn. "No," he murmured, the word swallowed by the yawn. "No, ought to wake up at some point." He slowly wrapped a hand up in House's shirt, bringing him down for a proper kiss.

[misanthrope_md]

Well that was certainly one way to wake up. "You didn't tell me when to pick you up for our dream date," House said. "So I thought I'd be as annoying as possible and not give you any time to make yourself pretty."

[dr_robchase]

Chase gave House a slightly bemused look. He knew he had bags under his eyes and that his hair was a bit greasy, that he was still waking up. "But then you won't get to see me at my best," he teased, sitting up and collecting the sheets and untangling them.

[misanthrope_md]

"Or we could just stay in bed all day..." House suggested, pushing Chase back a little so he could kiss him again. "I know that's how I'd want to spend my birthday."

Come to think of it, that might not be a bad idea. Less chance or running into the half dozen other people Chaes was sleeping with.

Or, you know, Wilson.

[dr_robchase]

Chase went back willingly, smiling lazily against the kiss, writhing a little to get comfortable, the sheets moving beneath him as he ran both hands through House's hair and kissed him back slowly, with the intention of remembering it.

[misanthrope_md]

"Happy birthday," House said softly.

[dr_robchase]

Chase smiled, little lines forming at his eyes and forehead as he did smile, but he leaned up for another kiss, grinning. "Thanks," he said, genuinely. "Can't complain."

[misanthrope_md]

"So stay in bed all day it is then," House said, making himself comfortable. "Maybe Cuddy will stop by and we can have her bring us some breakfast."

[dr_robchase]

Chase snorted a little, making room for House and lifting the sheets to let House in under them as he leaned the cane up against the nearest wall. He leaned over for another kiss, smiling against House's lips. "So, I'm older. One step closer to grey hairs and wrinkles."

[misanthrope_md]

"Like me?" House lifted an eyebrow and looked suitably offended.

[dr_robchase]

Chase leaned up to press a kiss to House's temple. "I like gray hairs," he murmured, brushing his lips down to a tiny wrinkle. "And laugh lines. Even though how you got them is a mystery," he deadpanned.

[misanthrope_md]

"Oh, I've mocked many, many people behind their backs in my life," House assured him. "And I notice none of your other boyfriends have gray hair and wrinkles. So I'm the sexiest of all, eh?"

[dr_robchase]

Chase gave House a bemused look. "The Doctor's just escaping them," he murmured, shifting a little until his arm was slung and draped over House's torso, shifting to rest his chin on House's chest. "Hi."

[misanthrope_md]

House sighed. "You're not very good at this, are you? The correct answer is, yes Greg, of course you're the sexiest. What gray hairs? What wrinkles?"

[dr_robchase]

Chase shot a smirk House's way. "I'm sorry," he said, with mock kindness attached to the words. "I thought I could stop sucking up now that I have you in bed."

[misanthrope_md]

"Fine then," House murmured, dropping his lips to Chase's neck mostly so he didn't have to look at him. "Just tell me you love me, then." His tone was teasing, but the truth was, after seeing James... he kind of wanted to hear it.

[dr_robchase]

That one was more than easy and he closed his eyes to enjoy the touch pressed to his neck. "No problem," he said, accent a bit thicker. "Seeing as how I actually do love you. Must've used evil Doctor magic," he teased under his breath.

[misanthrope_md]

"Mmmm," House agreed softly, "good."

And he didn't want to ruin Chase's birthday by talking about James.

"So." He cleared his throat. "Really, what do you want to do?" He smirked a little, and affected an exaggerated version of Chase's accent - "Shall we shag now or shall we shag later?"

[dr_robchase]

Chase turned at the mockery and gave House the lightest of shoves in the arm. "The accent's not for mocking," he remarked, leaning up to kiss him. "Is that my present? A day of shagging," he exaggerated his accent himself, adding a, "mate," atop it.

[misanthrope_md]

"Ooooh, I love it when you talk dirty to me," House teased. "No, actually I do have a present for you, just not with me." Looking smug, he added, "Another present. Not as good as chocolate, but don't I get big points?"

[dr_robchase]

That, now that actually surprised Chase more than a bit and he was left gaping for a second, trying to recover without looking too much like an idiot. He just...wasn't used to people actually celebrating his birthday and he froze, more affected than he thought he'd be. "Yeah," he admitted, with a quiet laugh and a smile. "Lots of big points. Loads."

[misanthrope_md]

"Well I thought I should be generous, considering how fun my last birthday was." Pause. "Not the party. That was awkward and terrible. The bit after."

And though it gave him a slight pang to think of Phedre, Chase had been there for part of it too and House was unlikely to forget the one threesome he'd had in his life.