That night as Chase lay in bed, he thought about House, as he had done for the past few nights, and his right hand of its own accord travelled down his body until it reached his already straining erection.
Chase couldn't believe how much House had started turning him on the past week, he didn't know what had changed, but it was getting ridiculous, he couldn't take it for much longer.

The next morning he awoke with a loud cry, panting heavily and in a sheen of sweat. He looked under the covers and sighed. It was just like being a teenage boy again.
He went to work, was late, and House called him on it straight away.
"So good of you to join us Dr. Chase." Chase didn't dare look at the older man for fear of doing something stupid.
"Sorry."
"What? No excuses?"
"No." Chase begged silently for him to leave him alone.
"No? No tales of traffic? Or morning sex? Or-"
"I don't have an excuse ok? Can we just drop it?!" Foreman and Cameron jumped at his outburst, House was satisfied that the young Australian had finally looked at him - and turned an excellent shade of red again. He shifted uncomfortably.
"Very well Dr. Chase can have his way," Chase crossed one leg over the over to try and prevent himself from getting an erection when House included his title in his name, much like his heated dream the night before.

That day wasn't busy - much to Chase's disgust. He wanted to be doing something so he could focus on the patients and not House, but it wasn't to be. As when the time reached ten o'clock and they still hadn't done anything, House decided to do some clinic hours, and asked Chase, to accompany him.
"Why me?"
"People have been asking that for centuries there's no one right answer. But in this case, I want to know why you're so uptight these days...Dr. Chase." House thought he knew what he was doing to the young doctor, but when he made a little noise and went red again, it confirmed his suspicions.
"I'm not uptight. You just seem set on embarrassing me."
"Oh yes you're right, because I live for nothing else in this world besides embarrassing you." Chase rolled his eyes.
"You can do clinic duty on your own. You don't need my help, and I'm going back to reading textbooks with the others." Chase set off, but when a strong hand grasped his arm, his breath caught in his throat and he turned around.
"Of course I can do clinic duty on my own, but there's no harm in getting a second opinion - right?"
"Of course but you don't need a second opinion."
"How can you be sure?"
"B-because! You're...ridiculously smart and arrogant and you just don't need my help!" House raised his eyebrows in amusement and Chase walked away, only to be stopped further up the hallway by Wilson.
"Oh for gods sake, what?!" Wilson flinched back slightly, laughing at Chase.
"We'll I see he's got your panties up in a knot. Is there something going on between you two?" Chase gaped and shook his head.
"W-what?! No! No! Why, why, why would you think that?!"
"Because you don't usually stammer and last night House spoke to me about you."
"What did he say?"
"That you're being strange."
"I'm leaving. Bye Wilson." He left the other Doctor standing laughing at him.

When he finally got back to the meeting room he warned off his colleagues.
"If either of you two grill me about why I'm being 'weird' then I swear to god I will maul you like a rabid dog."
"Okay..." Cameron said slowly as Chase plonked himself down on the chair, his head in his hands.
"So what's wrong?" Foreman asked, just trying to annoy him even more.
"Nothing. Just..."
"House?"
"Yep."
"What'd he do this time?"
"Just being his usual self."
"I can believe that."
"I can't." Cameron stated.
"Good for you." Chase groaned.
"No, come on Chase this is us. You can tell us what's wrong."
"Not really."
"Yeah come on man, you're not right, something's bothering you."
"I told you it's House."
"Yeah but what's he done?"
"Nothing." The other doctors eventually gave up on grilling him, and Chase was the first one to leave when House eventually came back from clinic duty.
"Not so fast my little wombat. You're doing paperwork with me tonight."
"No I'm not."
"I think you are."
"Right, when you say do paperwork with you, does that actually mean with you, or I do your work while you play your gameboy?" Their colleagues watched, amused as Chase began to lose it with House.
"Bingo."
"I would've been happy to actually do something today, but I'm not staying behind for hours to do your work. Goodnight House." He walked away and House flicked the handle side of his cane round, looping it around Chase's ankle and pulling so that the doctor fell hard on the floor. Cameron's hands flew to her mouth, Foreman and Wilson winced.
Chase felt like bursting into tears he was so humiliated. He slowly got up, ignoring the pain shooting through his body and the insatiable urge to slap House, and limped away from the meeting room.

They all turned back to House.
"That was totally uncalled for! This is bullying!" Cameron scolded him angrily.
"No it wasn't. I'm his boss he was being-"
"Completely reasonable." Foreman interjected.
"I don't think so."
"Come on House you physically hurt him." Wilson argued.
"Don't you turn on me too, now come on, lets go get food." He said to his friend but Cameron stopped them.
"You need to apologise House."
"I don't think I do." He said sarcastically, Foreman sighed.
"Yeah well apparently you've already upset him once today, come on House admit you're just trying to push his buttons."
"I'm not trying to - I am. Goodnight my little ducklings." He left with Wilson.

Chase got into his car and cried. He felt so stupid but he wasn't even ready to admit that he was gay, much less his feelings for House, and now he was completely humiliating him in front of everyone.

House and Wilson got out to the parking lot and saw Chase crying in his car.
"Oh for god's sake House see how far you've pushed him? You couldn't have just let it go." House felt something inside him snag painfully as he watched the blonde cry, he felt guilty but there was something else too, he shook it off as usual.
"No I couldn't have. He'll be back to his old self in no time." Wilson, exasperated at his attitude, went to his car to wait for House who watched Chase for a moment before following his friend.

Chase went home, ate a crap meal, and went straight to bed.

The next morning he woke up just as depressed as the day before, but crazy horny. He'd had another dream but hadn't come yet. He jerked off but was still horny, it just wasn't enough.

He called in sick that day.

House arrived at the office, he was hoping he could catch Chase and see if he was alright, he was secretly concerned about the young man. However it was only the other two members of his team there.
"Have you heard from-"
"Chase called in sick this morning." Foreman snapped at him. House sighed.
"Well I guess it's my turn to do some grovelling." They both watched - stunned as House left the hospital and headed straight for Chase's apartment.

House knocked on Chase's door, feeling completely stupid and out of sorts, he didn't grovel. Ever. Well, maybe once or twice to Cuddy when he really overstepped the mark but still wanted off clinic hours.
"Chase! I know you're in there!" He shouted, he could hear something from inside but he couldn't make it out, maybe it was the TV or radio, maybe he was vacuuming.
"I'm not leaving until you open the door...or I'll break in! I know how!" Suddenly there was a bang from inside and a few minutes later a very flushed, sweaty, half naked, visibly irritated Chase appeared at the door.
"What?!"
"You called in sick because of me."
"No. I didn't want to go to work because of you, I called in sick because-"
"You're mad at me so you thought you'd rebel by having the day off and having sex." Chase gaped.
"W-what?! I'm not having-"
"Oh please. You're red, sweaty, out of breath, your..." House grabbed his wrist.
"...yep, your pulse is racing, and the erection you're hiding behind the door and the smell coming off you can be nothing else...you're having sex. And I interrupted you."
"N-no!"
"Well either that or you're in the middle of a very lengthy masturbation session." Chase went even more red.
"Bingo once again."
"N-no! No! Why are you here, House?"
"Yes, yes, and I am here to apologise for last night."
"It was no big deal. You were an asshole. You're always an asshole."
"Me and Wilson saw you crying like a little girl in your car." Chase banged his head against the doorframe.
"Shut up..."
"Anyway, finish jerking off, shower and come back to work-"
"I haven't taken a sick day in the three years I've been working for you, this is my day off. Goodbye House."
"One last thing-"
"What?!" House looked at the evidently aroused Australian and shook his head.
"No matter, talk tomorrow. Bye, think of me when you cum." Chase yelped slightly in embarrassment and House walked away, happy that Chase wasn't upset.