Joke
It was meant to be a joke, but damn if it hadn't worked out that way.
House called Chase and told the blonde that he would be over in twenty minutes so he could watch General Hospital because his TV was broken. "And make something to eat," he said loudly and rudely into the phone before he hung up. It was a lie, of course, his TV was fine but Chase didn't have to know that. The wombat might get it in his pretty head that House wanted to spend time with him that didn't involve sex.
House knocked once before trying the doorknob. It was open so House let himself in.
He looked around, still not sure of the lay-out of Chase's apartment, before he found the blonde Australian. Chase was in the kitchen, shirtless with a bandana keeping his hair out of his face.
House couldn't help it, he started to laugh, leaning heavily on the wall to keep himself upright. Chase not only looked ridiculous with the bandana on but he was dancing around his kitchen, singing along to Queen's 'Don't Stop Me Now'. He was shaking his butt in time with the music which House found to be horrifically arousing.
As the song ended, chase turned around and looked at house, turning three different shades of red in as many seconds. "Hi," he said sheepishly. "I didn't hear you come in. I made chicken and potatoes."
House rolled his eyes. Chase, at times, was the epitome of gay. Times like this, for example, when he danced around his kitchen singing along to Queen's Greatest Hits. "All you're missing is a pink apron," he said under his breath as he accepted a plate and a beer from Chase.
He followed the blonde to the couch where the SOAP Network was already on and General Hospital was just starting.
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The next time House called Chase and told him he was coming over, he made sure to plan ahead. He managed to bribe Cuddy into giving both House and Chase the same day off by saying he'd actually do all his clinic hours for a week. She caved and he called.
House drove the corvette this time because this time he had a gift for his duckling. He knocked on Chase's door and waited but no one answered so House let himself in. The shower was running and there was a note taped onto the door.
Make yourself at home. Food is on the table.
~ Chase
House took the note off the door and grabbed one of the plates of food, some kind of pasta, and sat down on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table. "Tuck in," he said to himself as he took a tentative first bite.
Chase came out of the bathroom in a pair of jeans, his hair still damp causing droplets of water to fall onto his shoulders. House watched the drops as they ran down Chase's chest and stomach before disappearing.
"Undressing me with your eyes shouldn't take that long," Chase commented. "I'm only wearing jeans."
"I'm appraising," House countered as he took another bite of his pasta.
Chase grinned, putting the Cheshire Cat to shame, and walked over to the table to get his own food, nearly tripping over House's bag in the process. Before Chase could trip over it again, House set his plate down and moved the bag after grabbing Chase's present. "For you," he said quietly, shoving the gift into Chase's lap after he sat down.
Chase opened the bag and laughed. "How sweet," he said, suddenly much closer to House than he had been. Chase kissed him on the corner of his mouth and sat back down on his side of the couch to suffer through another episode of General Hospital, his present in his lap.
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The next morning House woke up the smell of pancakes and coffee. He got up slowly, cursing the stamina of his young lover as he popped a vicodin.
When he walked into the living room and saw Chase in the kitchen, he couldn't help but smile. Chase was once again dancing around the kitchen again, singing along to Killer Queen, albite quietly now, and once again he was half naked. This time, however; he was wearing the pink apron House had bought him.
It was supposed to be a joke, but damn if the kid didn't look good.
"You're such a queen," House said fondly, limping into the kitchen to join Chase.
"That's Doctor Queen, to you," Chase quipped before turning to House. "You know, you've still got a few Red's left."
"Pancakes and coffee first," House demanded. "I don't have a wombat's stamina, you know."
Chase grinned and handed him a plate stacked full of pancakes. "Butter and syrup is on the counter, love."
House decided it was the best 30 dollars he'd ever spent once he was able to take the apron off Chase after breakfast.
