Chase walked into the theatre at precisely 5 o'clock

So I just found a community on livejournal called bringthehappy and they have just started the newest round. The idea is that the story must have a happy ending. Fun right?

Title- Movie Time

Author- puppylover6511

Summary- Chase goes to the movies

Disclaimer- Oh boy, do I wish they were mine.

Chase walked into the theatre at precisely 5 o'clock. He entered the movie at 5:15, sitting in the farthest row back he could. At 5:30 he felt a body slip into the seat next to him. He turned to glare at the man who dared to interrupt the first kick-ass fight scene in the movie. By 5:40 he had been completely reabsorbed by the movies incredible pyrotechnics and lack of storyline.

Then at six o'clock he felt a hand slide around to stroke the back of his neck. He did his best to ignore the sensation and continue watching the movie. Then he felt a pair of lips on his ear, just brushing the outside. The air coming from between them ruffled the hair on his temple. Those lips traveled down his skin to where his neck met his collarbone and began to nibble gently. Chase began to lose concentration.

The hand on his neck moved downwards toward his waist, getting a firm grip and pulling Chase closer. Chase had had enough. He turned and pulled the man next to him in a searing kiss, and then pushed him away in time to see the main character in the movie blow up the large manor he had just barely escaped from. He sat unbothered for the last fifteen minutes of the movie, the sappy part where the hero and heroine get their just reward. Chase was very put out.

He exited the theatre at 6:45 and turned to the man walking beside him.

"You couldn't just wait till we got home could you? You made me miss the best part of the movie!" House snorted.

"The movie sucked, give it up. I know you would rather be home in bed too."

Chase glared at him balefully and walked ahead.

"Hey, wait for the cripple!" House called from behind. Chase stalked to the car, got in, and shut the door. Seconds later the door across from him opened and House ducked in.

"You're not seriously mad at me, are you?" Chase continued to look ahead and remained silent.

"Oh, come on!"

By seven o'clock they had reached House's apartment. House still couldn't believe that Chase was really upset with him. After the first five minutes of asking, Chase's silence had made him give up on forgiveness. House parked the car. Chase got out and walked up to the apartment door and inside, leaving House alone out in the mid-winter cold.

At 7:05, House entered the apartment. Chase was sitting curled on the couch, blindly staring at a re-run of last nights Project Runway. House limped over and sat down next to him.

At 7:15 House tore his eyes away from the television screen and considered the picture Chase made. His soft blonde hair fell down in front of his eyes, his lips were slightly parted. House figured the urge he felt to kiss those lips would be unwelcome at that moment. He looked down at the floor.

"I guess I did make you miss all the good parts." Chase's eyes did not leave the screen, but his head tilted slightly in House's direction showed that he was listening.

"If you want, we could go see it again tomorrow night?" Chase finally turned to look at him.

"That would be good." Chase leaned into House and rested his head on the other man's shoulder.

"Good."