dr_robchase | Birthday Boy [For House]

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Birthday Boy [For House]

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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House rolled his eyes. "I meant that in the general sense, Rob. Don't look so panicked." Looking vaguely amused, he added, "Afraid I'll get a sudden fondness for catching?"

"More afraid you'll have me on top," he countered, fairly easily, though there was a spooked look in his eyes. "I'm not really one to top naturally."

"That's the implication that follows," House snorted, "since if one person is on the bottom the other has to be on top..." Chase's panic really was amusing, though just a bit weird, too. "Oh, come on. It's really just how you feel in general? Nothing to do with me? Intimidated maybe?"

And okay, it mostly had to do with House. "Yeah, but, you're my boss," he stressed the word, like it made all the difference in the world. "And I can't top my boss."

House frowned. He hadn't been serious in this discussion - he had no real desire to bottom to Chase - but that statement was just dumb.

"You still think of me as your boss?"

It was a hard thought process to escape really and he shrugged, almost helplessly. "I guess I sort of just see as you as still in charge."

"I'm... not sure how I feel about that," House admitted. "I mean, if you're talking about outside of work..."

Chase gave House a surprised look and pushed up from his chair with a bit of noise, heading over to sit on the table, close to House. "Who said I thought of it as a bad thing?" he asked, rather flirtatiously.

House lifted an eyebrow. "Want me to order you around, do you?"

He thought about that and realized that really, that would be way too close for comfort to bear talking about. "If we're going that path, I hope they'll be good orders," he remarked.

House shrugged. "Sounds kinky to me."

"So, let's say, I'm kinky," he tossed it out there, for the sake of argument. "What're we going to do about it?"

House thought about this for a second. Tried to imagine, for example, getting as filthy as he sometimes did with Jack, even as he'd sometimes gotten with Wilson, with Chase. For some reason it didn't gel in his head.

"It's okay, Rob," House said, "you're not Jack."

Chase sat back a little at that, giving House a confused and tried to mask his surprise at that comment. He pushed himself off that side of the table to go back to his chair, shrugging. "Yeah, I'm not," he agreed.

Whatever. He just focused on finishing his food.

House lifted an eyebrow, at least thinking he'd seen Chase bristle. "I just didn't think you were... into that sort of thing."

Chase shrugged, eating a little. "That's fine," he said, thinking House could think whatever he wanted. Wasn't like he had to fulfill that for him. There was Jack, after all.

He'd pretty much finished eating anyway, so House pulled himself to his feet and walked around behind Chase, putting his hands on his shoulders and leaning over to speak softly into his ear.

"You should know by now that that when it comes to sex that what gets me off most is getting the other person off. So if you want me to dominate you, to give you orders, I can do that. Or I can tie you to the bed again, make you beg. Or I can talk dirty, the sort of things that probably make you blush just to think. Or... I can tell you I love you and fuck you long and slow."

His voice lowered a little more. "Those all sound like a lot of fun to me."

Chase craned his neck up to look at House and he nodded, just the once, wrapping his fingers around House's shirt and pulling him down to kiss him hard, easing back and licking his lips. "Any of the above sounds good to me."

House chuckled softly, his lips brushing against Chase's ear. "Maybe I should just tell you all the different ways I could fuck you..."

Chase tipped his chin up completely and looked up at House. "I don't think I'd be averse to that," he pointed out.

House smirked. "Are you one of those people who gets off o my voice?"

Chase reached both hands up and ran them through House's hair. "I thought," he said, words measured, "we'd already cleared that up that I really, really do enjoy it."

House reached down and grabbed Chase's hand. "I know this has been a sorry excuse for a date," he said, "but it's your birthday and what I want to do right now is make you come so hard you don't remember your name, let alone how old you are."

Chase gave House a blank look at first, because his brain had been wiped of the ability to do anything but picture that and after a second, his body caught up. "Best idea I've ever heard," he rushed to agree.

"I'll take you back to my place," House said with a slight smirk, heading back towards the clinic with Chase in tow. He wanted something in his head about that room besides sitting on the bed with James touching him, and fucking Chase was a very appealing alternative.

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