This is my first House fic so don't expect too much.
WARNING: AU, homosexuality, OOC, and sex
DISCLAIMER: I do not own House or any of the characters.
Wilson looked out of his window, it was raining again. It seemed that everyday that month it had been raining. It wasn't unusual for spring, but it still came as a shock that there was that much of the stuff. How much rain could one sky hold? Why was it raining so much now that he had come to terms with his wife? Was it a sign? Wilson's thoughts were cut short by a knocking on the door. Quickly he got up to answer it. "I'm coming," he said as he opened the door. It was Chase. What was he doing there?
"Hey," Chase said casually. He was shaking from the cold and the exposure to all of the precipitation. He hadn't planned for rain. Wilson could tell because he wasn't wearing a coat and he wasn't carrying an umbrella. Or maybe he was just too manly for those things, but Wilson doubted that Chase was that arrogant.
"Hey," Wilson said trying not to get wet. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to give you this," Chase handed Wilson a manila envelope. Wilson accepted it, but stared at Chase. He wasn't sure what to expect. "House told me to give it to you."
"House?" Wilson asked. He was nervous and unsure about opening it in front of Chase. House always did the most inappropriate things when it came to Wilson. "Did you open it?"
"No, why would I open your envelope?" Chase asked. "It's none of my business what House wants to tell you." Wilson nodded. Had Wilson not realized that Chase was standing in the cold? Chase continued to shiver.
"Do you want to come inside?" Wilson asked finally noticing. Chase nodded and entered the house. Wilson shut the door behind him. "You must be freezing, how long have you been out there?"
"I've been walking for…" Chase started, but Wilson interrupted.
"You walked?" Wilson asked. "In this weather?"
"I didn't have much of a choice," Chase said. "I wanted to drive, but my car broke down the other day. I've been hitching rides or taking busses."
"But you walked here?" Wilson asked. Chase nodded. "You must be freezing." Chase shrugged. "I'll go get you some coffee. You sit down." Wilson got up to make Chase some coffee.
"You know what I'd really like?" Chase smiled.
"What's that?" Wilson asked.
"A martini," Chase said. "God, I haven't had a drink in so long."
"Are you asking me to go get a drink with you in the pouring rain?" Wilson asked.
"No," Chase said. "I don't ask men I hardly know to go get blitzed with me. God, what kind of person do you think I am?"
"Well, I didn't think you were one to get blitzed," Wilson joined him on the couch. Chase laughed. "What's so funny about you not looking like a big drinker?"
"Are you saying you think I'm a pussy?" Chase asked. Wilson laughed. "What's so funny? I bet I could beat you in a drinking contest."
"You cheat," Wilson said. "You're Australian."
"Australian people don't drink more than Americans do," Chase said. "We're not all alcoholics."
"Just the majority of you," Wilson laughed.
"Shut up," Chase said. "Any way, I could beat you even if I wasn't Australian."
"So now you're gloating because you're an alcoholic," Wilson said.
"I'm not an alcoholic," Chase said. "I'm a casual drinker."
"Well now you're just contradicting yourself," Wilson said. "Before you said you haven't had a drink in forever. Which is it Chase, are you a casual drinker, an alcoholic or a saint?"
"I never said I was a saint," Chase said. "Don't go pulling things out of your ass just because you're a little confused."
"Don't go contradicting yourself because you're a little insulted," Wilson said. Chase was silent. "So now you're going to be quiet because I proved you wrong?" Still Chase said nothing. "I'm sorry I called you Australian."
"That isn't what's wrong," Chase said.
"I'm sorry I won't have a drinking contest with you," Wilson apologized.
"That isn't what's wrong either," Chase admitted.
"Then what is it?" Wilson asked. "If you're not mad because I called you Australian and you're not mad because I won't drink with you then why are you mad?"
"Who said I was mad?" Chase asked. "That's a pretty big conclusion to draw from silence."
"When people are quiet it usually means their angry at me," Wilson said.
"So I take it people are quiet around you a lot," Chase said.
"Are you saying that everyone's mad at me?" Wilson asked. Chase shrugged. "People love me."
"Name three people who love you," Chase said. Wilson was silent. What was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to tell him that House loved him? Or was he supposed to lie to him and say that his wife loved him? He knew he should tell the truth, he should say that it was House. How would Chase react if he said that? How would he react if Wilson told him that the manila envelope probably encased a love letter from House in his own little way? House never was one to be too open with his feelings. He'd never write a love letter that was obviously filled with love. Then if someone found it they'd know that he was in love with someone, they'd know that he wasn't as hard as he tried to be. The way he wrote love letters everyone would think it was a letter declaring his hatred. Wilson knew that wasn't what House meant though. He knew they were full of love. So Wilson decided to stay silent. "See you can't name three people who love you."
The coffee maker beeped as it ran out of water. "Coffee's ready," Wilson said.
"I don't even really like coffee that much," Chase said.
"So I just wasted my time making coffee for you?" Wilson asked.
"I guess so," Chase said. Again he shivered. Wilson had forgotten how wet Chase was.
"Are you still cold?" Wilson asked.
"I guess," Chase said. There was no point in lying to him anymore. "Yes, I'm cold. I'm freezing."
"Take off your clothes," Wilson ordered.
"What?" Chase was shocked. He couldn't believe that Wilson had just demanded he take off his clothes.
"You heard me," Wilson laughed. "Take off your clothes." Hesitantly Chase lifted his hands to undo a button on his navy shirt. Wilson reached out his hand and put it on Chase's. "I'm only suggesting it so you don't get sick."
"I know," Chase undid the button. "I don't expect you to do anything to me. You're a good man with good morals."
"Thank you," Wilson watched as Chase removed his shirt. "I'm glad to hear you think so."
"It's for your own good," Wilson said. "I'm not going to…"
"I know you won't do anything to me," Chase said. He proceeded to strip down to only his boxers. Wilson loved the sight. He loved seeing Chase so vulnerable looking. He was still shaking from the cold. "Is this supposed to make me warmer?"
"You can have the coffee if you want it," Wilson said. Chase nodded, so Wilson got up to get the coffee. Chase felt so ridiculous on the Wilson's couch. He had never been on a man's couch in his boxers. Well, not never. He must have been on a man's couch in his boxers before. He was after all experienced. Wilson returned with the coffee and a thin blanket. "This should keep you warm."
"Thanks," Chase accepted the coffee and blanket. He wrapped the blanket around him, but set the coffee on the table.
"I thought you said you wanted coffee," Wilson said.
"I do," Chase said.
"Are you okay?" Wilson put his hand on Chase's forehead.
"I'm fine," Chase said. "I was out in the rain for a little while; I'm not going to die."
"You of all people should know that people can die from the strangest things," Wilson said. "The least expected ones too."
"Are you saying that I should know that because I work with House?" Chase asked.
"I'm saying that you should know because you're smart," Wilson said. Chase was silent. "Do you not like working with him?"
"Of course I like working with him," Chase said. "He's a great doctor."
"Just because someone's a great doctor doesn't mean that everyone's going to love working with them," Wilson said. "You hate it don't you?"
"I wouldn't say I hate it," Chase said. "I just feel left out sometimes. I mean, he loves Cameron because she's so nice. He loves Foreman because he fights back. What do I have that's different? What reason would he have to like working with me?"
"He likes working with you Chase," Wilson said.
"Because I'm easy to manipulate?" Chase asked. Wilson was silent. Chase wasn't sure what to say. "I'm tired; I think I'll go home now."
"You can't go home," Wilson said. "It's still raining." Chase looked out the window. Wilson was right, it was still raining and there was no way Chase could get home without raising the risk of getting sick. Now Chase really wasn't sure what to say. He couldn't just sleep at Wilson's place, but he had no choice. "You can sleep here if you want."
"That's really nice of you to offer, but…" Chase yawned. God, he couldn't even finish his sentence. He must have been really tired.
"Chase you can't even talk," Wilson said. "Just sleep here. I don't mind." Chase knew that Wilson didn't mind, but what about him? When did it stop mattering what he wanted? Chase wasn't sure if he could stay in another man's house without anything happening, let alone an attractive man. However, this man was married. Of course his wife was out of town. Chase couldn't do it. He wasn't going to sleep with a married man; Wilson wasn't even interested in him.
"You're sure you don't mind?" Chase asked. "I wouldn't want to impose."
"You aren't," Wilson said. He patted his shoulder. Chase just stared at him. "You can sleep on me for a little while, I might watch some television."
"Thanks," Chase rested his head on Wilson's shoulder. "I really appreciate this." Chase wasn't sure why Wilson was being so nice to him all of a sudden. It wasn't like they were friends or anything. Maybe that's what Wilson wanted. Maybe he wanted Chase to know that he didn't hate him. Maybe he knew how lonely Chase felt. How he felt like no one cared about him. After all, Cameron cared too much about people with "problems" to notice that Chase was unhappy. Then again he only had himself to blame. He had made it seem like he was in no pain at all even though he wanted to be noticed. Chase loved the attention Wilson was giving him. He loved falling asleep on his shoulder. Foreman would have never done this. House would have never done this. Now Wilson was doing it and Chase wanted to thank him properly for it. Chase didn't know how to thank a straight man properly, a gay man was no problem. He had done it before; he'd have no problem doing it again.
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A couple of hours had passed and Chase was still sleeping on Wilson's shoulder. He was beat; he had to get Chase off so he could go to sleep in his bed. "Chase," Wilson said. "Chase wake up." Chase didn't wake up. "Chase, get up." Wilson finally decided that Chase wasn't going to wake up. He couldn't just leave Chase on the couch, he had to something. Wilson figured that Chase couldn't be that heavy, he would carry him to the bed room.
When they were finally up the stairs Wilson wasn't sure what to do. Should he allow this man into the room he and his wife shared? He decided it could do no harm so he carried Chase in. He didn't turn the lights on; he knew his way to the bed. When he made his way over he laid Chase down. Now that Chase was out of his hands he turned on the light. God, Chase looked so beautiful in that light. Damn, he looked so wonderful naked. Or half naked, Wilson didn't care. Either way he was gorgeous. How Wilson wanted to kiss that man. His lips were probably so soft. And that skin. God, he wanted to make that body moist with sweat. Wilson's attention was directed to the red article, the only article, of clothing that Chase was wearing. He could only imagine what was under there. How great it would be to have Chase inside of him, pulsing.
"Wilson?" Chase's eyes were now open. "Where am I?"
"You're in my bedroom," Wilson said.
"What am I doing in your bedroom?" Chase asked. He now sat up. "What happened?"
"Nothing," Wilson said. "I could never do anything with you while you were unconscious." Chase felt a little better knowing that Wilson hadn't touched his consent. He didn't want to miss the first time they had sex. He wanted to fully experience it. God, he couldn't wait until they got drunk enough, if they got drunk enough. "You can go to sleep."
"I was just asleep," Chase said. "I've slept long enough."
"Are you kidding me?" Wilson asked. "That's enough sleep for you?" Chase shrugged. "What kind of life are you living?" Chase didn't want to answer the question he just wanted to have Wilson inside of him. That's all he wanted. He decided to answer the question the way he had answered every other one, he shrugged. "Is that all you…?" Chase passionately kissed Wilson. His tongue ventured through Wilson's mouth waiting for the tongue to respond. Wilson's tongue sprung into action, it began wrestling with Chase's. It was too good to waste. Chase had to do something. He unbuttoned Wilson's shirt and dropped it to the ground. They continued to kiss until they were both completely undressed. Then they stopped and just stared at each other. Neither of them were sure what to do next.
"What should we do now?" Chase asked. He was shocked that he had just torn off his boss' best friend's clothes. Now they were naked together and possibly going to have sex.
"What do adults usually do in a situation like this?" Wilson asked. Chase didn't know how to answer the question. He wanted to tell Wilson that it was wrong, but if he told him that nothing would happen. Chase really didn't want that and he knew that Wilson felt the same. So he chose not to answer. If Wilson wanted it, he would make the next move. Wilson kissed Chase. Now Chase knew that Wilson wanted it. "Do you want to have…?" Wilson couldn't finish the question, it was too stupid. If Chase wanted it he would have said something.
"Do I want to have sex?" Chase asked. Wilson nodded. "Of course I want to have sex. Why else would I be naked in your bedroom?" Wilson didn't reply, but Chase knew that Wilson wanted it too. Chase went flat on his back, but positioned his hips for Wilson to enter.
"Damn it Chase," Wilson said. "You're so hard to resist."
"Then stop resisting," Chase kissed Wilson. Wilson decided to listen to Chase. He opened a drawer and took out a container of lubricant. Chase was surprised he had it. Not many straight men… that's when it dawned on Chase, Wilson wasn't straight. Wilson applied some on himself moaning with every stroke. Damn did Chase love hearing that. Wilson slid two slick fingers into Chase's opening. He smiled while the blond moaned knowing that soon the moaning would be caused by a different part of his body. After removing his fingers he penetrated Chase. The Aussie moaned on impact. Both of them knew what they were doing was wrong, but it felt so damn good.
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Chase now rested his head on Wilson's chest to hear the increase heartbeat of his lover. "This was a mistake wasn't it?"
"It's only a mistake if you regret it," Chase said. "Do you regret it?"
Wilson hesitated answering. He didn't want Chase thinking it was anything too serious. "Listen Chase…" Wilson started.
"Call me Robert," Chase said.
"Listen Robert, this was a one night thing," Wilson said.
"I know," Chase said. "I've had a few anonymous relationships before. I know that people don't actually want a relationship with Robert Chase."
"It isn't that I don't want a relationship with you," Wilson said. "It's just that… I'm married Robert."
"I understand James," Chase said. "Like I said, no one really wants a relationship with Robert Chase. I'm the good time gal. Only I'm not a gal… I guess."
"You're not a gal," Wilson laughed. Chase weakly chuckled. "Are you angry?"
"I'm not angry," Chase said. "I'm just tired." He pretended to yawn. "I think I'll go to sleep now." Chase nuzzled against Wilson's chest. "That is, unless you want me to leave."
"I don't want you to leave," Wilson said. "You're not some whore I can just throw out on the streets. You're a person. I know you."
"Come on James, you don't really know me," Chase said. "Like you said this was a one time thing."
"Chase…" Wilson started, but he knew that Chase was already asleep so there was no point in talking. Chase wasn't really asleep, he just didn't want to talk to Wilson anymore after all, it was a mistake.
My first House fic so be gentle. If you have any recomendations I would be glad to hear them. Though I already have the first six chapters written so I'm not sure I'll take the advice, but I'll try to do whatever I can.
If I offended any Aussies with my talk about you all being alcoholics I'm sorry. I didn't really mean it, it just kind of came out and I guess it was kind of unnecessary but that's why I'm apologizing. Also, I understand a lot of it was random, but that's just the way I right. Sorry!