The next day Chase jerked off twice in the same morning, just in an attempt to try and stop himself from being so turned on from the minute he got to work.
He arrived there on time, House wasn't there yet, and sat down with his friends.
Foreman began prattling on about some girl he'd been seeing and Chase tried to listen but he just could not stop thinking about House. Cameron on the other hand was totally engrossed so it was ok.
"Good morning my little ducklings." Chase averted his eyes when House walked in.
"So what do we have on this...a very fine day...?" He said breathily, the young doctors all looked at one another before looking back at him. Chase sighed.
"You got high on Vicodin didn't you?"
"Only a little. So come on, tell me more. Will you marry me Dr. Chase?" The other two looked bemused and Chase flushed, causing the other two to look at him questioningly.
"No I will not marry you and-"
"Aaggh! 'Tis like a dagger through my fragile heart!"
"Oh shut up, can we get on with it?"
"My thoughts exactly." Foreman stood up and started briefing everyone, House stayed sat on the floor and nestled his head back on Chase's thigh.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Hey man will you shut up? He's quiet just let me do the briefing."
"Yeah Chase, m-mmm." House poked out his tongue at Chase like a kid.
"Anyway, we got a woman, she's been sleeping 18 hours a day, but she's not depressed, she's been uncharacteristically irritable, the husband's not sick."
Foreman continued with the briefing and House kept on fidgeting, his head slowly moving up Chase's thigh.
He thought about pushing him away, but somehow he just couldn't, so instead he let the older doctor rub his head on his thigh near his crotch, obviously trying to stir a reaction from him.
Chase started to feel aroused but he forced the feeling down, not wanting to give House what he wanted.
When the other two stood to leave, Chase looked at House expectantly.
"Oh sorry, your crotch is just so comfortable to lean on. I'll move." He got on one knee and as he went to stand up he pretended to drop his cane by accident and his hand rested on the very top of Chase's thigh.
"Oh! Sorry, I'm not used to standing up without the cane..." He grinned wickedly at Chase and brushed his hand over his crotch as he moved it away.
Chase's cheeks turned a pinky red shade and Foreman frowned at the two doctors, Cameron was organising her books and didn't see.
"Anyway, best be going - clinic duty...care to join me Chase?"
"Not even a little bit. I'll come with you Foreman."
"Very well, goodbye my little ducklings, fly away, and my little wombat-" He poked Chase's ass with his cane.
"Be good." He winked and Chase gulped before leaving with the other two.
Cameron went to do some investigating around the husband and the two male doctors sat behind the glass as the woman went in for the CT scan.
"What is going on with you and House at the moment?" Chase fidgeted as the other man turned to him.
"Nothing."
"Chase come on."
"I don't...I don't know ok? He's just been weird..."
"House is always weird."
"I mean even for him."
"Yeah well so have you. Forget House for a second, what's up with you?" Chase sighed, glancing back at the patient before looking at his friend.
"I don't know." Foreman sighed. They finished up the scan which came back clean, no signs of a tumour or anything else, and went back to House with Cameron to tell him.
They sat down and this time House thought it'd be funny to get himself a glass of water and pretend to trip over again, the water spilling neatly on Chase's lap. He jumped up with a cry and looked at his wet pants in embarrassment. Cameron and Foreman burst out laughing at what the water stain actually looked like and House smiled.
"Oh I'm so sorry!" Chase grabbed some water and did the same to him, making the other two doctors laugh even harder. House sat down and Chase was feeling pretty pleased with himself until House yanked him down on his lap.
"We're into urophilia. Gotta admit, I was pretty hesitant to try it but my little Chasey-boo insisted, now I'm a sucker for it. Right honey?" Chase was a furious red as his other colleagues looked like they might actually wet themselves any second with laughter. He tried to get up but House grabbed his hip bones, holding him down and grinding his crotch up into him. The other doctors couldn't see what he was doing and Chase struggled not to get aroused. He fought with House and lost, the other man kept grinding on him until his jeans had tented nicely.
"Please let me go! I don't want anyone seeing me like this...House!" He whispered, House let him go, laughing and Chase sat down in the next seat shakily, making sure his throbbing crotch was under the table where no one could see.
House asked them to come up with theories and as they were, Chase jumped when he felt House's hand sneaking over his thigh to his crotch, rubbing it teasingly, erasing all hope Chase had of losing his erection.
He fought back a groan and looked down at his notebook, trying to hide the obvious pleasure he was feeling. Shit. Of course he had to be loud in bed, if House were to make him cum then he'd be screaming for no apparent reason.
House continued to work on him, coughing loudly to disguise the sound of him undoing Chase's zipper and rubbing him through his boxers. Chase leant back against the chair and rubbed his forehead, trying to disguise his pleasure with anything besides what he was feeling.
House kept at it and Chase kept coughing or saying things quickly rather than moaning. They came up with a few ideas and House sent the other two away to start running tests. Chase pulled his hand away from his dick, although missing the contact.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He hissed, House leant forwards, sticking his hand back into Chase's jeans.
"You love it though, you're about to cum without me even touching your skin." Chase shuddered when House spoke dirty to him and allowed him to keep moving his hand, when he came he arched his back slightly, making it look like he was stretching to anyone who might be watching.
"Oh god...ugh...shit..." House got up and went to his office without another word. Chase rubbed his eyes and looked down at his sticky groin, he'd cum so hard that it was seeping through his boxers and into his jeans.
"So how many times have you fantasised about my hand on you? You didn't exactly last long. I'm hoping that's why." Chase went even redder as House walked back in the room.
"I...I haven't..."
"Oh please. So you always finish that quickly right? Oh wait though, you are still a teenager."
"I'm thirty for Christ's sake House!"
"A baby in this office." He said, leaning in to Chase, making his breath hitch.
"So you're lying too...come on, how often?"
"Are you going to keep hassling me until I tell you the truth?"
"Oh I think we both know the answer to that." Chase groaned.
"Fine! A few times..."
"How many is a few?"
"OK! Like every single time I jerk off lately which is all the time because I try to do it so you won't make me hard at work which you still do anyway! HAPPY?!" He yelled at House and sat back down, burying his face in his arms.
"Very. Thank you. So what else do you think about?"
"Fucking hell..." House sat down again, playing his gameboy with his feet up on the desk as he spoke.
"What else? Are we in your apartment? Mine? Shagging right here up on this table with everyone watching behind the glass?" At those thoughts Chase felt aroused again.
"I swear to god if you make me hard again I'm going to kill you."
"Oh you can't do that, you love me."
"Shut up no I don't."
"Just tell me."
"Sometimes we're here and sometimes at my place."
"Hmm...and what are we doing? Any kinky stuff involved?"
"Shit...you know, hand jobs...blow jobs...fucking, the usual ANYWAY!" Chase tried to change the subject in vain because House latched onto it.
"Fucking? Cool, who's doing who? Do you dream about you fucking me? Being in charge for once? Or do you like the thought of me making you my little bitch in and out of the office?" Chase swallowed, remembering a particularly dirty dream he'd had recently.
"You're fucking me."
"I agree. How's tonight?" He looked at House who watched him steadily.
"Quit trying to mess with me House, it's my feelings your playing with here."
"Actually I thought it would be your ass but ok..."
"Stop it. Stop joking-"
"What makes you think I'm joking?" Chase stood up and House followed.
"You're out of your mind-" House pushed him up against the glass.
"Are you scared? Do you want it so bad that now I'm actually suggesting it, it scares you?" Chase swallowed again.
"Y-yes..." House broke away from him, grinning triumphantly.
"I knew it."
"You sick piece of shit, you were joking?" He wasn't sure if House realised how bitterly disappointed he'd made him.
"Oh yes. I'm not your way inclined Dr. Chase, sorry to disappoint you."
"Oh please I know about your odd hookups with Wilson." House tilted his head to the side, nodding slightly.
"Very well. You know. But yes, just joking."
"Whatever. Next time you try to jerk me off in front of people, I'll fucking punch you." House smirked, Chase huffed and walked away to join his colleagues.
"Oh hey...Chase..." Wilson said slowly as he walked into the office, saying the younger man's name slowly as he'd already left the room.
"What did you do?" He sat down opposite House.
"You just assume that I did something wrong? You know, that hurts me Jimmy." He just exhaled loudly and House rolled his eyes.
"Fine! I jerked him off under the table during this morning's briefing." Wilson's eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head.
"WHAT?!"
"Ah yes, as it turns out, Dr. Chase is somewhat in love and horny for me."
"What so you figured you'd jerk him off under the table?"
"Don't be jealous Wilson. I know how much you love him."
"Yeah you do. You can be a real ass sometimes." Wilson slammed out of his office, making him sigh with guilt. But of course, he was House, he'd never admit feeling any such thing.
