"You minx."
He had actually called him that, in his playfully mocking, yet horribly sultry, tone, and it made Chase smile. How could someone as awful as House make him smile like that? The Australian was practically beaming. He mulled it over as he shook his head, a wide grin on his face; the older doctor's back to him. Just like everyone else he had started out hating House, but eventually, and slowly at that, he began to grow, in a way, fond of him. He had often wondered how Cameron could fall for a man like Gregory House, and now he was asking himself the same thing. How could he possibly be feeling attracted to the man? The simple answer was that there was just something about him.
...
"Why me?"
"Because you have a pretty mouth." He could have said something along the lines of, 'quit your whining', but this response seemed more fun, plus it made a nice rosy blush appear on his Aussie's cheeks. That's right, his. They were all his, especially that one. He was the prettiest after all, and he oh so enjoyed teasing him.
Chase did go, that comment on his mind the whole time. He snorted and shook his head as he searched through the holding cell. He had a pretty mouth? Since when? And since when did House think so? Sure he had been messing around with him, but it still popped into his head, obviously, or else he wouldn't have said it. You couldn't say someone had a pretty mouth, joking or not, without really thinking it was pretty, not when you say it like that.
The sound of his cell phone going off took him from that thought not a second later and he almost fell off the step stool he was standing on in order to answer it, seeing, before he brought it to his ear, that it was House, "Hey." He held the phone between his ear and his shoulder as he continued to rummage through boxes.
"Oh good, your mouth isn't full."
Chase sighed, "That's really inappropriate."
"When am I ever appropriate?"
"Never," he replied instantly.
"Then you should be used to it."
The Australian rolled his eyes, almost losing his balance, "Did you actually call for a reason, or did you just call to tease me?"
"Ooh, teasing's such a strong word. Of course I called for a reason. I wanted to hear your voice."
Now he really was teasing and Chase felt a blush creep up to his cheeks, he could hardly stand it when House toyed with him like this, not only did it fluster him but it turned him on, oddly enough. He snorted, trying to cover his uneasiness with a bold response, maybe he could surprise House for a change, "Are you sure you weren't just curious to see if I had a big, fat cock in my mouth?" He smirked to himself; it was a lot easier to tease back when the others weren't around. There was a pause on the other end and he knew he had stumped the older man, which made him giddy.
"If you had I would have been shocked to say the least, considering how prude you are."
Chase huffed, "Who ever said I was prude?"
"Oh, come on, a fresh faced baby like you? It's obvious."
Chase grunted as he got down from the stool, deciding he didn't want to play along anymore, "Diverting away from that subject... I'm not finding anything here."
"See? You're a big baby. Fine, I don't think the problem is there anyway. Come back and we'll try out a new theory of mine."
Before Chase could say anything back House had disconnected, "Right..."