Cheating
House MD
Chase/House, Chase/Cameron, kinda-but-not Cameron/House
Rating – 15 for sexual situations (but not smutty)
Spoilers – brief spoilers for season four but nothing specific
Disclaimer – I don't own it – I'm not that brilliant
Summery – Chase and Allison are married but Chase's suspicions that Cameron still loves House are destroying them.
"Don't ask me again, Allison!" Chase yells at her as he walks off into the lift, leaving behind a desperate and upset Allison Cameron-Chase, a folder in her hand and a grim looking Dr Gregory House. It was one of His cases again and he was short handed; Thirteen was on holiday and Kutner was off 'sick' leaving Taub and Foreman and a very cranky House. But still he refused to ask for help and Chase was drawing a line, one which Cameron was close to crossing all for House's benefit.
"I'm sorry-" Cameron begins to apologise – for what it is unclear – to House when he shakes his head and walks off to his office where his two remaining fellows were currently theorising on their patient's rapid illness.
Later that night Chase and his wife sit at the table eating pasta not looking at each other. Allison doesn't ask again but she does leave after dinner, with him shouting after her that if she wants House she never should have married Chase.
And it's to House that she runs to. Crying in his office while he pours himself a drink and gulps it down. Did she bring this on herself, he sometimes wonders. Maybe he brought it on her, or maybe Chase did. Who knows? Who cares?
Finally when she's cried herself out and finished babbling about how 'this isn't working' and 'I love him so much' he leaves her sleeping on the sofa with a glass of water and a packet of asprin next to her (she always gets headaches after crying) – a kindness he wouldn't usually inflict on her except for what he's about to do.
Ten minutes later he is outside the Chase residence, knocking loudly on the door despite the fact it's nearing one o'clock. He knows Chase won't be asleep; he'll be waiting for the wife to come home or to call, like a good worried husband should. Predictably he answers within seconds, a phone to his ear and his shirt undone, his hair a mess from raking his hands through it in a gesture of stress.
"No, it's not her but I think I know where she is now, thanks Thirteen," Chase says to the person on the end of the phone and rings off, still staring at House. He steps aside as House barges indoors and looks around nervously before shutting the door. That's when House throws himself at Chase, knocking the man back against the wall and kissing him fiercely meeting no resistance. Soon he moves on to Chase's collar bone, biting down softly in the exact spot he knows makes Chase moan like he's about to orgasm. They've done this before – so many times – and it's not even awkward anymore. They both know each others kinks and turn-ons and no-go are; for example House hates his bum leg being touched unnecessarily during sex because it makes him think it's just a pity fuck, and Chase can't stand anyone touching the nape of his neck because he's unbearably ticklish there – but no where else.
Eventually they end up on the bed in the spare room – it's a little line Chase won't cross, he won't fuck House in his martial bed – spent and sweating and panting to regain their breath. House feels calmer, Chase feels guilty and sated.
"Stop destroying your marriage by blaming Cameron for you cheating on her with me." House says into the darkness.
"Huh?" Chase isn't really back on earth yet, still basking in post orgasmic bliss. House rolls his eyes and laments the loss of his cane because now he has to move in order to nudge Chase back to reality. He grunts in pain and House falls back on the bed.
"You accuse her of still having feelings for me, of cheating or some crap when you know it's not true. So quit it. If you can't stand the guilt then divorce her – but don't make her feel like a failure as a wife simply because you love fucking me."
They sit there is silence, the reality of the situation crashing down on Chase's head as he realises this could be the end of his marriage. A tear rolls down his cheek silently and House moves to get dressed and leave, no more words of wisdom to comfort the young Australian.
--MY FIRST HOUSE FIC! Please comment! -