TWTB: Sorry this took so long to update! Enjoy!
Chapter 9
"You're staring again, House."
"I'm not staring."
"Fine, leering then"
"It's not leering. Leering involves being a total pervert." At the look House got from his friend he gave his own innocent look. "Just because he has a great ass doesn't mean I want to take advantage of him." Why did the oncologist feel as though he was lying?
Wilson sighed and rubbed his temples in annoyance. He and the diagnostician sat in the cafeteria, House munching away on Wilson's fries, sending (In Wilson's opinion) a rather suspicious look in Chase's direction. The Blonde Aussie was currently sitting with another man, Dr. Firo House mentioned, eating and chatting happily. House looked as though he would love nothing better than to walk over and do something stupid to mess up their good mood.
Wilson felt bad for the poor blonde. He had to spend nearly his entire day with the moody doctor. He couldn't even get away from him during lunch…
Wait…
Why was House so intent on spending time with Chase? After all, he never particularly enjoyed when Wilson spent so much time at his apartment, except to mess with him. That, and he worked with Chase every day, and he wasn't exactly an animal person. Why was he going out of his to spend nearly all his time with the young doctor?
"You have a crush on him…" Wilson spoke up in almost disbelief, causing House to finally take his eyes off Chase.
"What?"
"You have a crush on Chase!" Wilson said again, keeping his voice low. "You don't like animals, and mostly so with cats and dogs, you don't like letting people stay at your place…" He paused, giving his friend a knowing look. "But you let him stay!"
It was nearly impossible to do what Wilson did. He shocked House speechless. Usually, House would spit out twenty reasons Wilson was wrong and steal the rest of his fries. But instead the man as staring at Wilson in surprise, and almost… helplessness.
After a while, House regained his composure and stood up. "Yeah right…" With that he limped away, leaving a smug Wilson behind.
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When House returned to his apartment that day, he was met with a rather nice view of Chase's ass.
Chase's perfectly round, wiggling ass that was sticking up in the air, like it was waiting to be violated in pants that were so tight it should be illegal. It took House about two minutes to regain enough composure to ask, "What the hell are you doing?"
Chase shot up, before falling back onto his ass. He looked up at House, Boomer struggling in his arms, a toothbrush in one hand. "I was brushing Boomer's teeth…" He answered simply, as if it was an every day occurrence.
"Because…?"
"Dr. Firo-" The diagnostician rolled his eyes "- told me that Boomer's breed of cat is susceptible to gum disease. I should brush his teeth regularly."
"Doesn't look like the pussy is enjoying it too much" By way the cat was hissing and yowling, it wasn't hard to tell that was the truth. The cat even looked up at House, his eyes begging 'make him stop, please'. "Here…" He suddenly snatched the cat from Chase by the nape of its sandy colored neck.
"Hey!" Chase jumped up, toothbrush soon abandoned on the floor. "You'll hurt him!" he reached to grab Boomer, but House held the cat out of reach by one hand. Soon Chase was pressed, chest-to-chest, against the taller man, reaching for the cat.
"Calm down, Blondie, its not hurting him." The ausie stopped his struggles for a moment, looking up at Boomer, who was contently handing from House's grip, limp as a rag doll. House then dropped the cat on the armchair. Boomer bounced a bit, but rather unfazed, went off into the kitchen to eat.
Chase looked back up at House, finding a smug smile plastered across the older doctor's face. Then he realized just how close he was to the other man. He went to pull back, but an arm around his waist prevented such a movement. He their eyes met and Chase felt his breath leave his body. There was something about the way he was looking at him, like a feral animal that scared, and excited Chase at the same time.
After a moment of staring into those eyes, Chase grabbed the nearest pillow and shoved it in House's face, surprising the man into letting go and stumbling back a bit. Once free, the blonde escaped into the bathroom, hearing the other's curses through the door. He took a moment to wonder what the hell that was about before starting the shower. He needed to think.
House groaned and sat in his armchair, glaring at the pillow still in his position, as if willing it to burst into flames for it's crimes. He was so close. He could have kissed the man. But he hesitated… and that hesitation cost him, when he was so close to claiming the man for his own…
House let out a frustrated growl and tossed the pillow across the room. It's soundless drop was not nearly satisfying enough to quell the man's frustration so he hoisted himself up and limped over to his baby grand.
Maybe music would calm him down.
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TWTB: Well… hop you enjoyed it! Next chapter I'm hoping to have Boomer and Steve McQueen meet, some half-naked Chase, and our first kiss scene! But it won't be what you expect!
