A/N: Well two stories in one night because I'm crazy. Of course, they're new stories when I should be updating my other ones... but you guys will forgive me right?

*Whimpers in fear*

Anyway. This is a story about How House kisses Chase and then a jumbled sort of relationship ensues.

Loves!

~PT


Accidentally

It was late at night and the hospital's lights were dimming. Chase was standing by the coffee maker, waiting for his cup to brew and he was singing softly to the music filtering into the room through House's office. House turned off his CD player and it took Chase a few moments to realize that the music had stopped and he was singing by himself. House set his bag on one of the chairs and shrugged his motorcycle jacket on, wincing as his leg twinged. He was on his way out and towards home but Chase had a late night shift. Instead of stopping, Chase kept singing and finished the song, turning and smiling lightly at his boss.

"Do you want a cup of coffee before you go?"

House was slightly startled by the offer, his ducklings rarely offered to do anything for him. He nodded and came to stand by the blond, leaning his good hip into the counter.

Chase hummed more of the tune to the song and poured the freshly brewed coffee. It smelled great. He slid the cup over to house and took a sip of his own before putting it down and licking his lips.

That's when House lurched forward, almost as if his body was doing it without the mind's order, and he pushed Chase onto the counter.

The Australian's head hit the cabinets above the counter with a loud thud and he gave a soft cry of surprise. House's fingers slid into Chase's hair, and he kissed him forcefully, his lips meeting Chase's surprised ones with almost bruising force, but immediately it melted into a soft kiss. House pushed his body in between Chase's legs and kissed him harder. Chase moaned and his surprised eyes fluttered closed.

Chase smelled absolutely divine. Like coffee and sunlight.

Just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. House pulled his mouth off of Chase's full lips and gasped.

He pushed his forehead against Chase's wild hair and breathed what could have been either a rushed apology or an insult in German. He pushed away from the young man, staggering as he found his cane and strode out of the office, not looking back at the stunned and gaping Australian still sitting on the counter with his tie askew and his lips red from being kissed so forcefully.

House couldn't get out of the hospital fast enough. He jumped, as well as his bad leg could allow, onto his motorcycle and he only noticed that he had left his bag at the hospital when he was home and downing his second glass of whiskey.

He didn't know what had come over him, he just heard the sweet melody coming from Chase's lips and he watched as he took a sip of coffee and then licked his lips with a peek of a pink tongue. All of a sudden it seemed like he needed to taste those lips too.

Had Chase moaned or was that his imagination? House shook his head and endeavored to forget about it. He drank three more glasses of whiskey and limped to bed.


Chase sat up on that counter for a good 10 minutes, or so it felt like it when he finally got down. House had just passionately kissed him.

What the actual fuck.

He turned back to his now lukewarm coffee and took a sip. He couldn't make another thought before foreman and Cameron came into the conference room debating something heatedly. They both stopped when they saw Chase.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Foreman said with a chuckle, "What happened?"

Chase gulped and flushed bright red.

Cameron came closer and said, "It looks like you've been kissing someone."

Chase cursed her silently as his face heated up even more.

"You HAVE been kissing someone! Who was it?!" Cameron said in an enthusiastic tone.

Chase mentally thanked Foreman for saving him from what would have been a horribly made lie as he said, "Oh leave him alone, Allison. He is entitled to his privacy."

The two packed up their things, hung up their lab coats, and left with parting words to Chase, empathizing with his late shift.

Chase had hardly moved from the spot. He sighed as they moved from his sight and rubbed his hands over his face. His fingers lingered over his lips and he imagined that he could still feel the slightly dry lips and scratchy stubble of his boss brushing against his lips.

He shook his head violently. He had LIKED it for god's sake. He stormed off in the direction of the ER suddenly furious with House for pulling a stupid stunt like that. Bet the man would throw up if he knew Chase had loved the feeling of being kissed by him. This was just some elaborate joke. The tiny voice in his head that said that House sure seemed sincere and passionate then, was squashed as Chase went about the nights duties.


House came in much later than he usually did on account of the horrible hangover he suffered from after his night of five whiskeys.

He was limping worse than usual because he had fallen out of the shower, effectively breaking the curtain rod and tearing the curtain itself. He had laid their half bent out of the shower, blearily wondering why he had tried to drink himself stupid this time. When the reason floated to him through his rending headache, he groaned out loud and banged his fist against the toilet lid. The water was spraying across the bathroom tile so he got up, slowly washed himself and turned the water off. Now he was dressed in rumpled clothes and frowning at the nurses as he walked to the elevators. Snapping at a wayward kid, and then tripping him with his cane, he was joined by a vengeful looking Cuddy.

"I'm busy." He said before she could even begin her tirade.

She snorted derisively, "I see that; busy tripping little children, being late, and looking like someone just ate your last cookie."

She said the last observation with a note of curiosity and House all but groaned at it.

"If you go away I will actually do my clinic hours this afternoon."

The woman arched her eyebrows in genuine surprise. It was not often, in fact never, that House offered clinic hours without Cuddy twisting his arm somehow. House realized she was even more curious than before and snarked at her, "Unless-"

He got no farther as she said, "Yes, sounds good, I'll be on my way."

House was late enough that Wilson was already embroiled in telling people they were dying of the emperor of all maladies and so he was left alone for the remainder of the journey to his office. He kept his face excruciatingly neutral when all he wanted to do was pout, quit, find and strangle the damned Aussie, or mourn his professionalism.

None of the ducklings were in the conference room and House took this as a sign to drop his guard, if even for a moment.

He glanced at the counter where he had pushed his employee up and forced a kiss on him.

He raised his fist in a mock gesture of triumph; he hadn't had a case of sexual harassment brought against him yet. This could just be his first one!

Sighing, he grabbed his abandoned bag and tottered into his office. He got all of two steps when he heard his name in a distinct Australian accent. He froze, immediately wishing he were anywhere but his own office.

He turned to see the blond sprawled across his own couch completely passed out. House let out a whoosh of breath that he only now realized he'd been holding but his mind immediately whirred at the sight of the man.

Chase was lying on his stomach with his leg hanging off and head pillowed on a forearm. He had a faint half smile on his lips and he drooled slightly. House took a step back, thinking he had dreamed the sound of his name, when the damned Aussie said it again, it coming out like a whisper, his mouth quirking up on the left side.

The man he had kissed last night was sleeping in front of him and saying his name in his sleep with a dreamy smile on his face.

House quietly crossed the room to his chair, divesting himself of his coat and driving gloves. He sat in his chair, never taking his eyes off the sleeping man.

"Le what?" House whispered with a mock French accent. He cocked his head and pondered his youngest duckling. He couldn't deny that the man was attractive, he was, apparently achingly so, going by the pang in his chest as he looked at him. Chase breathed out a few nonsense words and rubbed his cheek on his arm s little restlessly.

Maybe he had just killed House in his dreams, which would account for the smile on his lips as he uttered the diagnostician's name.

House steepled his fingers and glared at what was now his new problem. He didn't bother trying to find the answer as to why he had fervently kissed his employee, for he probably knew why and was in denial of that knowledge. It sure sounded like him. He would be struck with it later while doing some mundane task like prescribing antihistamines and blood pressure medication. No, he focused on how to deal with the repercussions of those actions.

House determined to ignore it for the time being. He would go talk to Wilson, and get some sappy advice fraught with accurate descriptions of his usual actions and why he should do that exact opposite. He wouldn't listen to him of course. He got up slowly and crept for the door. The doctor on the couch mumbled something else and then gave a low moan that made house stop moving as a tingle went done his spine, straight to his groin.

He stared down at the man in astonishment. Had he actually got half hard at a simple sound from his lips?

At the thought of those lips, the older man nearly moaned himself. He reached a hand towards that mop of mussed blond hair, but stopped himself abruptly. He shook his head and pushed silently through the door and then swiftly for the oncologist's floor.


Chase woke feeling groggy and a little nauseated. His body felt stiff from an unconventional sleeping position and his forearm was damp from his apparent drooling. By the sun flashing on his face as he sat up, he guessed it was early afternoon. He blinked several times before fully opening his eyes and taking in his surroundings. His eyes widened when he realized he was in his work clothes, his lab coat around him, and definitely not at home. Then next thing he saw was House's motorcycle jacket hanging on the coat rack. He jumped up and three thoughts ran through his head at once. One, that he had spent the early morning through to the afternoon on house's office couch. Two, he dreamed that House had kissed him last night. Three, house's coat was hanging up and his gloves lay on the desk with his newly relocated bag and that meant…

That house had come in, seen him sleeping and DIDN'T wake him. He was dumbfounded. House reveled in causing his ducklings discomfort. That he allowed him to continue to sleep on his couch for possibly hours spoke a word of caution to him. House was ignoring something. Ignoring him. Why would he ignore him? Unless the dreamed kiss wasn't a dream...

Chase sank back to the couch suddenly sure of it. The dream had been too intricate and the details still so sharp. It wasn't his first dream of the sort.

But if he thought it was a dream... He talked in his sleep. According to past lovers; usually with accuracy to his dreams...

Chase groaned and buried his face in his hands. Then he jumped up. He could still get out of the hospital unnoticed by the diagnostician. He rushed from the room, not noticing his two coworkers walking toward the conference room from the other direction as he tore off towards the stairs, knowing the stairs were at least safe.

"Whoa, what's up with him? Maybe we should have woken him up earlier." Cameron said with a low whistle of surprise.

Foreman just shook his head and continued into the room to brew some coffee.

Chase was out of the hospital, in his car, out of his car and in his apartment before he let himself truly breathe. He shrugged out of his stale clothing on his way to the bathroom, intent on taking a shower. It was his day off, so he let his shoulders relax from their pent up position as he started the tub faucet and turned to glance at himself in the mirror. He didn't look any different, but he felt dizzy and angry and happy and nauseated all at the same time. He shook his head to try and shake the myriad of feelings and stepped into the filling tub and settled down in the hot water.

The blonde thumped his head against the tiled wall and tried not to scream with frustration. What had House been thinking? Was he trying to get him to quit? He loved this job. He couldn't just quit could he? Well, if House kept this up… maybe. But the man had ignored him today, which meant that he probably hadn't anticipated his own actions either.

Did that mean he had wanted to kiss him? Despite the hot water, Chase felt a shiver course through his body. Instead of acknowledging how fuzzy that possibility made his stomach feel, he started to scrub his body with fervor.

Later, he was curled up on the couch with a bowl of soup and general hospital playing when the doorbell rang.

Chase stiffened. He had no friends outside of work... which meant it was someone from work.

He went to the door puzzled. After a moment's hesitation, he opened it.

Dr. Wilson stood looking concernedly up at him.

"Uh... May I help you Dr. Wilson?"

Wilson cracked a smile and asked to come in.

The Australian backed up to let the oncologist inside and awkwardly gestured towards the couch. Wilson sat for a moment looking at Chase with his puppy dog eyes. Finally Chase found his curiosity too much and asked again, "Is there something I can do for you?"

Wilson cocked his head, "Maybe."

Dissatisfied with the vague answer Chase gestured for the man to continue.

"House told me he kissed you last night."

Chase spluttered.

The doctor held up his hand and continued, "I know, I know, it's not really any of my business but I need you to know something."

Chase was still red from embarrassment, "What? That it was some cruel joke to get me fired? Well I already know that. And I'm not going to quit!"

Wilson smiled slightly, "Robert. It wasn't a joke."

Instead of answering, the blond just stared at him dumbly.

"Look. I've known House for a very long time. I can tell when he is joking and when he is serious. I don't think he knows fully why he kissed you yet but he did and he liked it."

Chase was flabbergasted. There was no way Wilson could be involved in this cruel joke too? Which meant he was telling the truth?

"Wh-"

"Hang on a minute. I need you listen. He is going to ignore you first, then torment you beyond any reason. He will do this because I think he has feelings for you. Once he figures out he has feelings for you he will ignore you once again."

Wilson paused and seemed to be waiting for acknowledgment that the younger man understood. Chase swallowed and nodded weakly.

"You can do whatever you want with this... But if you have... Feelings for him in return... I suggest you do as I say."

Chase wanted to get indignant and spout off that he hated the poorly behaved bastard but he couldn't do it. Instead he asked," How'd you know?"

Wilson just tilted his head back, and said, "You carry your emotion in your eyes. I see how you watch him."

Chase was mortified and about to ask if House knew.

"No, House is oblivious, as are your coworkers I imagine. It takes someone who is looking for it to see it. But I have seen it," He paused then said lightly, "House has a preference to you as well."

Chase quirked his head in confusion.

"Even if he doesn't know it, he gives you the tasks you like, he doesn't make you do many of his clinic hours, and he stares at you when you aren't looking."

Chase blushed. He had always felt singled out as the one house hated the most but he could see now that his bark was worse than his bite.

"Now. If you want him then you'll need to get through until he torments you and then starts ignoring you again. When he starts doing that, then you need to push him. Pursue him almost. Make it so you are alone together. Talk to him directly."

Chase nodded eyes wide.

Wilson took a deep breath, "It's not going to be easy, but once he is pushed to the limit, then he will break down and he might accept his feelings."

"Might?"

Wilson looked down sadly, "Yes he might. This isn't a guarantee but I know it's the only way for a chance."

Chase was silent for a moment then queried, "Why do you think I should do this?"

"Because I want House to be happy and I think his best chance at that is you."

Chase thanked him for his advice and saw him out.

He slumped to the floor behind the door and cradled his head in his hands. It was so much to take in.

House had liked kissing him? He should have asked the older doctor what made him think that. Chase couldn't think his way around this mess, so he decided to forget it for the moment, and focus on enjoying his day off. He re-warmed his bowl of soup and turned up the TV to try and forget that he would have to deal with the rough diagnostician tomorrow. He briefly wondered what it would feel like to initiate a kiss with the older man, before he mentally shook the thought out. There would be plenty of time for self-torture tomorrow.


A/N: As you can see, House/Chase is my new obsession. I would love to continue this story, so let me know what ya'll think. M'Kay?

REVIEW. Or else.

Loves!

~PT