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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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.

His place. Ironic, considering how many people came in and out of it and how unpersonal it was, but hey, it worked for him. "Now I'm regretting showering before."

"Why, you want to do it in the shower?" House asked with a lifted eyebrow. Seemed like everyone else did...

"What?" Chase laughed a little. "No, that's just getting cliche." He tugged House's hand as he took the lead. "Just mean I'm going to be getting all dirty again."

House grinned. "It'll be worth it."

Chase bet. He grinned as he went along, scoping out House's ass along the way because that was never not a good sight.

House waited for Chase to get through the door in the back room, then he leaned back against it, reaching around to turn the lock.

"Strip and sit down on the bed," he said, smirking a little.

Chase arched an eyebrow, enjoying the little orders and he did exactly as House had asked, making it a slow strip and taking off his clothes, making sure House was getting a good show.

House hadn't been asking for his own benefit, but it was a nice side benefit.

He waited until Chase was on the bed, then laid his cane down and climbed on with him, still fully clothed. He sat behind Chase and pulled him back against him, letting Chase settle between his legs. House rested one arm around his waist and with the other pushed Chase's hair away from the nape of his neck and bent his head, lips close to his ear. "Comfortable?"

Chase settled to get comfortable, not quite sure what was happening yet, but going with it. "Yeah, definitely," he agreed with a smile.

House's hands wandered over Chase's shoulders, up and down his sides, occasionally stopping to caress his thighs, as he spoke, voice low, into Chase's ear.

"When I first hired you, I had some rather inappropriate thoughts. Chalked it up to having gone so long without being with a man, general sexual frustration, and pushed it to the side. But sometimes it was hard to help."

He'd had the same sort of thoughts about Cameron when she showed up, of course. He liked being illicit, if only in his head.

"I wondered what it would be like to close the blinds in my office and fuck you over my desk. Or on the table in the conference room. Ripping those horrible clothes you wear right off of you. Have you sweating and begging for my cock."

Chase leaned back into the touch, grazing his own fingers atop House's as they touched his thighs. "Lewd," he said, encouragingly. "Started wearing those clothes after Cameron was hired, you know," he mumbled.

"Well we're talking about you now, we're not going to get into what I wanted to do to her," he said with a smirk. "I'll bet you were thinking the same things, though... very naughty, Dr. Chase, wanting your boss to fuck you."

Chase smirked a little at that, easing back and craning his head to look at House. "All those glass windows and tables were not very good for my imagination. Got me creative."

House took advantage of the look back to kiss him, hard.

"And here? Do you still have an imagination?" he murmured back into his ear once the kiss broke. His hand slid across Chase's inner thigh. "Do you think about me? Dream about me? Want me inside you when I'm not there?" His hand moved back farther, a little closer to Chase's cock. "Because I know you're never far from my mind. A perfect picture of you, naked and wanting, ready to call up whenever I want."

Chase let his thighs part just a little more at the touch, breathing raggedly as he nodded. "Yeah, yes, yeah," he mumbled, quickly. "I think about you all the time," he said, accent thicker. "Of you fucking me."

House very lightly began to let his fingers run over the length of Chase's cock. "You like it best when you're riding me, don't you?" he breathed into Chase's ear. "When you're on top and yet somehow I've still got complete control over you."

There was no 'somehow' about it. House always retained complete and utter control when Chase was atop, riding.

"Greg," the name crossed his lips, strangled and desperate.

House's voice was still low, calm, slightly raspy, and so completely him Chase's ear. "I won't ask you to tell me that I'm better than all the other people you're fucking," he murmured, "I just want you to remember that now, right this moment, it's me that you want, that you're begging for." He started to stroke Chase's cock properly. "That I want you as much as I love you."

Chase couldn't even take it anymore, he just turned, pushing House down on the bed and keeping a hand on his chest, kissing him hard and fierce as he straddled his hips.

House made a small sound of surprise into the kiss. He'd been perfectly happy with just getting Chase off, but hell, it was his birthday, he wasn't going to complain...

Chase was at a precarious point, running both hands through House's hair and gripping hard, wanting to just keep on feeling the way House was driving each nerve ending to oblivion.

House let out a rough gasp into Chase's mouth against the almost violent kiss, not sure what was getting him off more, the way Chase was so frantic moving against him, the slightly painful tug at his hair, or the fact that Chase's movements were causing much appreciated friction against his own erection trapped in his jeans...

He started to pull Chase off harder, kissing him harder, and looking him straight in the eyes with an expression that clearly read, come on, baby, come for me.

It was awkward and weird and yet good how he had nothing on and House did and he rubbed a little to get that friction that he needed, climaxing with a ragged cry, kissing House as he came, letting the sound die into House's mouth.

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