Notes: This story is mainly about Chase, so it will flashback from his teens to now. I think this will also probably be Huddy. And maybe even Cam/OC.
Chapter 2
Chase poured orange juice into a tall glass. He nearly slammed the glass on the counter, causing the juice to slosh onto his hand and the tile. He knew that his mother would soon mix it with vodka.
He made two pieces of toast and smeared them with jelly. He stuck one in his mouth as he put the other on a plate next to the orange juice. That's all he had time to eat and he knew it was all his mother would want to eat. Plus, they didn't have the money for much more.
Popping his head into his mother's bedroom, he saw that she was still passed out. She wouldn't wake up for at least another three hours.
Looking at the clock, he saw that it was almost 6:00. He had to get a shower and get ready for swimming practice before school.
In the bathroom, he stripped down and turned on the faucet. He liked hot water, almost scalding beating down on his skin. He wiped his hand over his hair, which was cut close to the scalp for swimming. His mother often complained that he ruined his looks, that he no longer reminded her of his beautiful father.
Standing under the water, he put his head down, his hands holding his weight on either side of the shower walls.
He wept.
Chase was humming in the shower as he washed his long hair. He had been surprised that he had woken up before Wilson, having assumed that he was a lighter sleeper like him.
He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the rack. He had always hated this apartment. It was tiny, quiet. Now he was humming in his bathroom. Letting out a sigh, he realized that it just didn't seem as small and lonely anymore.
Shutting out the light, he wrapped the towel around himself and went into the bedroom. Rain was beating a song across the window. Chase smiled as he watched an amazingly zonked out Wilson lying on his back, his head back and his mouth wide open.
Chase dropped the wet towel on the floor and slid, naked, back on top of the bed. He stretched out on top of Wilson, the comforter and sheets between them. Nuzzling Wilson's neck with his nose, he ran one hand through Wilson's hair and the other down his thigh.
Wilson stirred…in more places than one…causing Chase to chuckle with possessive pride. Licking Wilson's neck just underneath his ear, wet strands of hair tickled Wilson's cheek and droplets of water fell onto his mouth.
Wilson licked the water off of his lips. He didn't open his eyes yet. He was taking too much pleasure in smelling Chase's warm, clean scent and touching his damp shoulders. Sliding one hand down Chase's smooth back, he grinned, realizing Chase was naked. He moved his hand between him and Chase and found that Chase was just as hard as he. "Good morning," Wilson said, finally opening his eyes. He started to pull the blankets away to allow full freedom.
"No," he said roughly. Then he looked into Wilson's eyes and with that honey filled accent, he whispered, "Not yet."
Chase lifted both of Wilson's hands above his head and held them there with one hand. Wilson caressed that hand with his thumb as Chase cupped his head with his other hand and kissed him. Wilson moaned as Chase teased him by licking the tips of Wilson's lips. Chase kept Wilson's head down so that he couldn't follow him. Wilson had to wait for each of Chase's kisses. Chase dipped his tongue into his mouth, flicking the tip of Wilson's tongue. Then he bit Wilson's bottom lip and pulled. Wilson sucked in a breath, afraid he might die from the eroticism and torture of the moment.
Chase stopped so that Wilson would look at him again. When he did, Chase asked, "Do you want me to kiss you?"
Wilson panted. "Yes."
Chase leaned in, tricking Wilson into thinking that he was about to kiss him. A hair away from his mouth, Chase whispered, "Do you want me to fuck you?" Then he dug his hips into Wilson's and rotated, rubbing himself against Wilson's body.
Wilson's eyed rolled back into his head. "Yes," he hissed between clinched teeth.
Chase ducked down and nipped Wilson's bare shoulder. Then he rubbed his check against Wilson's soft hair until he found his ear and gruffly said, "Beg me."
Wilson had never been teased like this in his life. He had always been told he was pretty good in bed but he was definitely learning a lesson today. Chase was the most skilled and exciting lover he had ever had.
Wilson tried to regain his breath and he bent his legs underneath the blankets so that Chase was now straddling him. He squeezed Chase closer to him with his thighs and then he moved his hand just slightly enough so that he was twirling his thumb in Chase's palm. He said, "Please, Robert. I'm begging you." His brown eyes pleaded with Chase's. Had Chase been less aroused he would have detected that Wilson's eyes were pleading for more than just sex. "Please," he said, squeezing his legs upward even more.
Chase was surprised at Wilson's skill as well. Letting go of Wilson's hands, he ripped the blankets from underneath them, spread Wilson's legs and took him. Wilson wrapped his hands around Chase's head, running his hands though his hair and down his neck while Chase kissed him as deeply as he could.
Neither had noticed that it had stopped raining.
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Cuddy was shaking. She cursed herself for being so nervous. But she knew deep down that she should be. Today was going to determine whether she would be a mother or not.
Most patients didn't get to see Dr. Austin on Saturdays but he was a friend way back from her days of interning. He had become an OB/GYN and was doing her the favor of being her doctor.
She stood outside of the practice, twisting her purse straps between her fingers. Taking a deep breath, she went inside and to the receptionist. After waiting for a few minutes, she was ushered into the doctor's office.
"Hi, Lisa. How are you today?" He shook her hand and then sat back behind his desk again.
She smiled weakly. "I've been better, Christian." She sat down across from him.
He paused before he started to speak.
She saw his lips turn just slightly into a frown. She couldn't stop the tears from forming in her eyes. She knew what was coming.
"I'm sorry, Lisa. Our attempts haven't been successful. It is my opinion as your doctor and as your friend that you try other avenues. There's always adoption."
She nodded and stood up. She shook his hand and even thanked him, trying to swallow over the lump in her throat.
Once she got back into her car, she wept.
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House sat in the bleachers spinning his cane between his fingers. It was almost noon. Wilson was supposed to meet him at the fair grounds for the all day Monster Truck Rally an hour ago.
He wondered where he was. Had he finally found someone more interesting? Someone that was actually happy and well adjusted? Had he met a woman?
He harrumphed. Had he met a woman, it wouldn't last long. He'd cheat on her soon.
As least he hadn't gone after Cuddy. House's equilibrium would have completely collapsed.
But he had felt that equilibrium slipping with each passing month anyway. Ever since that damn Tritter debacle. Wilson trusted him less and less now. Cuddy refused to be seen with him in public. Neither told him as much as they once did. That gleam they both got in their eyes at House's antics had dulled.
He called Cuddy with his cell. The child in him delighted in the hope he would wake her up. It was Saturday; maybe she slept in. And he wanted to bug her about a patient.
He got her voicemail. His mood got even darker.
No Wilson. No Cuddy.
What if he had been wrong? What if Wilson really had gone after Cuddy and didn't tell him? She wanted a baby. House knew Wilson was fantastic in bed and winced at the thought.
Standing up, he limped down the bleachers.
He had to do something. He had to stop this. Now.
TBC
