This is one of those 'You have to write a fic in 15 minutes' stories. Therefore, I apologise greatly for the pacing, and resolve to do better next time.
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One of these days he's going to scream.
When he'd started work at the hospital, Wilson had made House take 'the new intern' out for drinks, presumably in an attempt to convince Chase that House was human.
(He still doesn't buy it.)
He'd love to say that a good time was had by all, but it wasn't. Wilson had tried to start up conversations, only to have Chase refuse to continue them, or House would continue them, but nobody ever wanted to hear what he had to say.
What was your childhood like?
- Why do you care? What's that have to do with Diagnostics? –
House begrudged him a bit of respect after that.
But House only bought him a drink after Chase had silently ran his foot up House's leg underneath the table.
He'd also like to say that Wilson didn't notice that, but he's pretty sure he did, since that was the only time Wilson went out for drinks with him or any other intern of House's.
That was as fast as things moved for a while.
As eager to break the rules as House was most of the time, he was surprisingly hesitant to break any of the rules with Chase.
Their days progressed slowly. House would snap at Chase to complete his clinic hours, Chase would sigh and stare at House before sauntering off. Sometimes the routine changed and they had a patient. Not often, though.
Chase got used to spending his days sitting at the table in the lounge, reading House's mail, or pretending to fill out whatever puzzle he could find in a poor attempt to pretend that he was only staring off into space when he was actually watching House in his office.
Once things started moving however, they certainly moved quickly.
They'd lost a patient that day – Chase's first, House's fourth – and both of them were a bit off balance.
It might have been more than a bit, really. Typically being a 'bit' off balance doesn't land up in the department head taking his (somewhat debatably) male intern to bed.
But that's what happened anyway.
Chase doesn't remember that much of the evening. He remembers getting into House's car and instructing him on the way to his flat.
Why can't we just go to your place?
- You're the rich boy. Besides, my place is sacred. –
He remembers being slammed up against the door as soon as they got inside, and he remembers the way House's mouth felt against his.
What isn't so clear is when, exactly, they moved from the front doorway to Chase's bedroom, or how House managed to both dig ties out of Chase's closet and tie his wrists to the headboard without him noticing.
He also remembers the afterglow, House collapsing onto the bed beside him and them laying there in silence until they fell asleep. It was then Chase started to think that maybe things could go somewhere between the two of them after all.
For all he knows though, House can read minds, and after that night, House never made an advance towards him again.
Things were again quiet for a while.
House hired new interns to decrease his workload, and Chase got used to heading out to the bars if he wanted to find someone to sleep with for the night.
Then Cameron slept with him, and after House found out, he resumed looking at Chase.
Chase knows that one of these days he's going to scream again.
He's looking forward to it.
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