Part 2- Everybody Loves Chase!

Chase woke up the next morning smiling.

Still not being able to reach Kyle, Chase decided to adjust the amount of potion he used by himself. He just dabbed it on when he came into work.

Unfortunately, this didn't have the effect he'd hoped it would.

As soon as he walked into the office he heard a soft voice behind him. "Good morning, Chase."

He turned around, surprised. "Good morning, Dr. Cuddy."

"I --- need to see you right away," She smiled at him, and Chase noticed that she was looking him up and down as she did so.

He gulped.

"Yes, of course Dr. Cuddy."

"Good. Don't keep me waiting, now," she said.

And then she winked at him, and Chase thought he was going to scream.

"Oh, no!" he thought to himself.

This couldn't be good.

When he walked into the office she accosted him from behind.

"Dr. Chase," she whispered. "I'm glad you didn't keep me waiting." She had her arms around his waist and was pressing her body against him. "If you had, I would have had to have punished you," she said, smacking his ass for emphasis.

"Dr. Cuddy, look, I don't mean to be rude, but what is going on here?"

"What's going on?" She turned him around, slowly.

"You know what's going on, you sexy thing, you." She tugged at his belt to pull him closer.

"I've been waiting to do this for a long time," she said, as she grabbed his crotch with one hand.

"I-DR. CUDDY-STOP THAT!" Chase tried to pull away from her, trying to keep her from getting angry at him while she had her hand on his crotch.

Things could get dangerous otherwise.

"I don't think, think that's-that's not appropriate!" he managed to stammer and pull away.

"Why not? We're both adults. This is consensual."

"Well, not to me! I didn't consent!"

"But you'd like to, wouldn't you Chase?" She started undoing her blouse and walking toward him.

What was it with so many people wanting to show him their chests?

"Please, Dr Cuddy, I ".

"Shhh", she put a finger to her lips and brought Chase closer to her.

Picking up his hand, she placed it on her breast. "Don't tell me you don't like that, Chasey?"

"Chasey?" What the fuck was this-wait, this actually felt kind of- nice.

"No," he shook his head and pulled back.

"Dr. Cuddy, I'm sorry. I think you're very sexy, but we can't do this,"

"I'm the boss, baby. I can do whatever I want!"

Chase was momentarily stunned by that, but recovered enough to say, "Well, I can't. I'm sorry, I have to go," and ran out of the room as fast as he could.

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"I'm telling you House, Cuddy wants Chase!" Wilson couldn't wait to tell the story that was making the rounds of hospital gossip. He had hardly sat down at the table in the cafeteria when he made this pronouncement.

House had been following their daily ritual of stealing some of Wilson's lunch when he heard that. He dropped the fries he'd taken back on the plate.

"What are you talking about?"

"Cuddy-she made a play for Chase this morning!"

"That's ridiculous!" House looked at Chase, who was sitting two tables away from them.

"Why is it ridiculous?" Wilson looked at Chase. "He is very sexy, isn't he? Very, very sexy."

Wilson licked his lips as he watched Chase drink his soda.

"Look at what he's doing with that straw," Wilson wasn't even bothering to try and hide his lust at that point. "Imagine what he could do with those lips and that tongue."

"Wilson, shut the fuck up! What the hell is it with everybody? All of a sudden Chase is so popular that everyone is propositioning him?" House's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head.

Wilson seemed to not hear him. He was engrossed in what Chase was doing.

"Excuse me, House," Wilson stood up and looked at Chase. "Uh, you can have the rest of my lunch," he walked away as though he were in a trance.

House looked at the plate but found he'd lost his appetite.

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"Chase?" Wilson approached Chase with a wistful expression on his face.

Chase looked up and smiled. "Hello, Wilson." His smile faded as he noted Wilson's expression. "Oh, shit, here we go again," he thought.

"Mind if I sit with you?" Wilson didn't wait for an answer, just sat down next to Chase, making sure to let their legs touch each other under the table.

"Um, well, no, but you see I have to get back-"

Wilson grabbed Chase's hand before he could get up. "You can stay and talk for a few minutes, can't you?" He smiled in what Chase could only describe as a sexual manner.

It made him nervous.

"After all," Wilson went on, "we hardly ever get a chance to talk."

"We don't?" Chase wondered exactly when Wilson decided they needed to talk more. Most of their interactions centered on hospital business, and House, of course.

"No, we don't. I think we should-"

"Well, what's going on here? Don't you have some work you need to be doing Chase? Somewhere?" House came over and took the seat on the other side of Chase.

"Uh, yeah. I do-"Chase attempted to get up again, only to be pulled back down by Wilson.

"Really, House. Chase deserves a lunch hour, and there's nothing pressing going on with your case. We were just talking," Wilson glared at House and made an unsubtle gesture with his eyes. It said "Get the hell away from here!"

House glared back at Wilson.

"Clinic hours. You need to do some clinic hours for me."

"Ok," Chase got up once again, and –

Wilson grabbed him and pulled him down.

"House, stop taking advantage of Chase. And go away," Wilson gave up on the idea of subtlety, as it seemed to be having no effect on House.

House made a face and rubbed his leg against Chase's under the table.

Chase became more and more flustered at being sandwiched in between two men who were rubbing their legs against his.

And Wilson still hadn't let go of his hand.

Foreman and Cameron (best friends now in their quest to bed Chase) came over to the table, frowning at Chase being caught between House and Wilson.

"What are you two doing to Chase?" Cameron demanded, and Foreman folded his arms and glared at the two men.

"Nothing. Chase and I were having a conversation when House decided to butt in," Wilson snarled at House. House responded by sticking his tongue out at Wilson, and then turned his attention to Foreman and Cameron.

"Why are you two even here? Who invited you to the table?" He asked.

"I didn't invite you, House!" Wilson pointed out.

"Shut up, Wilson!"

Meanwhile, Cameron and Foreman had taken two chairs and pushed their way in between House and Wilson, so that they were now sitting on either side of Chase.

It was extremely awkward.

"How are you doing, baby?" Foreman breathed into Chase's ear.

"How's my sweetheart today?" Cameron whispered into his other ear.

Chase looked as though he wished he could literally sink through the floor.

"I'm- fine! Stop that!" he cried as Foreman started nibbling at his ear and Cameron started kissing his neck.

He jumped up and said, "I've got to do House's clinic hours!"

Foreman and Cameron jumped up, also.

"Wait for us! We're coming with you! "They yelled as they ran after Chase.

House and Wilson both looked very dejected.

"You know," House said softly, "I think I should do some clinic hours myself."

"Yeah," Wilson replied, "me too."

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The rest of the day was a nightmare for Chase, albeit a very erotic nightmare.

Foreman and Cameron decided that they HAD to help with Chase's patients, and kept touching him and making suggestive comments at every conceivable opportunity.

It didn't help when the patient who was being examined asked if she could join in the fun they all seemed to be having.

Chase had to end up throwing Foreman and Cameron out of the exam room.

Wilson came in and insisted on helping out with a patient Chase could've handled just fine on his own. He used that opportunity to put his hands on Chase's shoulders as he stood behind him while he examined the patient, and to stand very close to him while they were looking at some x-rays. Wilson made sure their hands brushed together a few times.

House came in and yelled at Wilson to leave, claiming that Cuddy wanted him.

He also got very close to Chase, hovering over him as he examined a patient.

The heat from House's stare and the proximity of his body made Chase somewhat anxious and horny, so he finally gave up. "If you're going to be here you can do your own clinic hours. I'm off now, anyway." Then he left quickly before House could yell at him to come back.

Chase only hoped he wouldn't see Cameron or Foreman.

They were waiting for him when he walked outside the exam room.

"Come ON, Chase!" Cameron whined. "Just one drink with both of us, and you can go home. Please, please?"

"Yeah, Chase. It's not fair that you should ignore us like that!" Foreman echoed Cameron's whiney sound (something Chase did not think was possible).

"I really can't."

"Oh, come on, come on!" they kept chanting until the patients started calling from behind the exam room doors "Chase, would you please just go out with them?"

Mortified, Chase nodded his head. "I'll get my coat. But ONE drink. And, no funny business, ok?"

Chase missed the smirk and fist bump Cameron and Foreman gave each other.

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Chase hadn't realized how little he'd eaten that day until he was on his second drink. Normally not a heavy drinker, he could still hold his own and have a few drinks now and then without getting drunk.

With all the commotion going on at the hospital, however, he'd forgotten to have breakfast, and had only gotten one bite of his sandwich and some soda in his mouth when he was accosted by –well, all of them.

Before Chase knew it Cameron and Foreman had ended up back at his apartment, under the guise of Chase being too tipsy to drive himself.

Of course, Cameron and Foreman made themselves at home when they came in.

They immediately took their shoes off, Foreman going into the kitchen, and Cameron taking out liquor bottles.

"What are you two doing?" Chase was tipsy, but still alert enough to see what was going on.

"We're continuing the party. You sweet, sweet, thing you," Cameron smiled at him as she brought out the glasses.

Foreman came out of the kitchen with a tray of ice, and walked over to the CD player.

"Cameron, why don't you fix us some drinks while I get some mood music on?" He winked at Chase, who almost fell off the sofa.

Cameron made drinks and Foreman got the music on, and then they proceeded to sit on either side of Chase. Cameron proposed a toast as she pressed a glass into Chase's hand. "Here's to Chase- The sexiest man alive!" Foreman said, "No doubt!" and Chase looked at them both in shock.

"Drink up, sugar baby," Foreman nuzzled Chase's neck and then took a drink.

"Let's dance!" Cameron jumped up so quickly that Chase almost spilled his drink,

Cameron and Foreman both pulled Chase up and started dancing with him. Cameron in front of him, and Foreman behind him.

"Mmm, this is nice!" Cameron sighed as she leaned her head into Chase's chest.

"Oh yeah," agreed Foreman, as he moved his body closer to Chase's. "You have such a fine ass," Foreman said.

Outwardly Chase was protesting, but inwardly he had to admit that this felt pretty damn good. It had been a while since he'd done anything like this, and it felt so good to just let go and let himself be touched and petted and kissed and undressed-

Wait! Undressed! What the fuck was he thinking? He couldn't have sex with Foreman and Cameron! He didn't even want to; he wanted to have sex with House.

House-who had kissed him yesterday and rubbed up against him in the cafeteria this afternoon. Who'd seemed jealous of Wilson paying attention to Chase.

But this felt really good.

Really, really good.

Foreman taking off his shirt after Cameron unbuttoned it. Rubbing his back and sliding his hands down to his ass. Cameron unzipping his pants and pulling them down, stroking him through his boxers as she did so.

All this stimulation was too much to resist, wasn't it?

The doorbell rang.

"Ignore it," whispered Cameron.

It rang two more times. Two long, loud rings.

"Yeah, we're off duty, ignore it," Foreman grumbled.

"Chase, I know you're in there! Answer the damn door or I'll make such a scene your neighbors will call the cops!"

"Oh fuck, it's House!" Chase abruptly pulled up his pants and zippered them. "Give me my shirt, Cameron!"

Cameron looked at him coyly and shook her head no.

"Foreman-"

"No way! Get rid of him, Chase. "

Banging started alternating with the ringing, and Chase raced over to the door before House could make too much more of a scene.

"Ok, hold on!" He opened the door and House glared at him.

"Why didn't you answer before?" Taking a look at Chase's disheveled appearance he said, "Oh, you're in the middle of something." Seeing Cameron and Foreman there he ,"Literally."

House's eyes darkened and Chase could see he was jealous.

"Well, what are you two doing here?"

Cameron and Foreman had lost any inhibitions they'd previously had and shrugged. "We were having a party with Chase," Cameron didn't even bother to button her blouse.

"Yeah, until you interrupted. Can you go home, now?" Foreman didn't bother to hide the fact that he was half undressed and undoubtedly aroused.

"What the hell is going on with all of you?" House wondered.

He walked over to Chase. "You are such a naughty, naughty boy. Look at what you have everyone doing. And I bet you're loving every minute of it, aren't you?"

Chase flushed because he really didn't know what to say. No, he hadn't been loving every minute of it. It'd been driving him crazy for the most part. But tonight had been –well, it had been shaping up to be, damn hot.

"I think Foreman and Cameron should go home now. Don't you, Chase?" House asked, but it was really more of a statement.

"Um",

"There you go. Chase said to leave. Now go home, you two perverts!"

"Chase did not say he wanted us to leave!" Cameron's eyes flashed angrily at House.

"That's right! He was having fun! Right Chase?" Foreman looked at Chase and did the batting of the eyelashes thing again.

"Um..."Chase couldn't manage to get a single coherent word out.

"Oh, sorry you two! That was a no! He's not having fun, and yes he wants you to leave. Now go!"

Chase finally mumbled, "I think you two had better go. But, I did have fun."

"Well then, don't let him ruin it. The big bully!" Cameron sneered at House, who sneered back.

"It's ok. It's –we have to be at work early tomorrow. We should call it a night."

"Well, ok," Foreman agreed reluctantly. "But that just means we start earlier tomorrow night!" He glared at House and went to get his and Cameron's coats.

After they left House shook his head at Chase.

"What did I tell you yesterday?"

"That I had a pretty mouth."

"Besides that."

"You said I was very popular all of a sudden."

"What else?"

"You said that you could see why I was popular."

"Why did I say that, Chase?"

"Because you-like me?."

"So why, may I ask, were you letting Cameron and Foreman rip your clothes off?"

"Umm- don't know." He sighed. There was no way he could explain about the potion aphrodisiac without House yelling at him that he was an idiot.

"I was horny? It's-been a long time since I had sex, and all the attention was feeling really good," Chase sighed again. "And you didn't tell me you liked me."

"What do you want? You want me to give you a promise ring? "

"Shut up, House!"

"I'm serious. What do you want? You want to wear my pin?" House said that in as sarcastic a voice as he could manage, and Chase felt himself getting angry.

"Fuck you! It wouldn't have killed you to let me know that you like me!"

"You didn't answer about the pin, though. Would you like to wear my pin? Or, would you rather I just-" House grabbed Chase by the shoulders and threw him onto the couch.

"Pin you down?"

Chase groaned at that, and House kissed him. Hard, this time. Hard and deep. "That is what you want, isn't it Chase? You want me to pin you down?"

Chase would have stammered if he could have made a noise, but he was speechless.

House started unzipping Chase's pants, and Chase knew House could feel how hard he was.

"You do like things a little rough, don't you Chase?"

Chase blushed and mumbled, "Sometimes."

"I can give you what you want."

And he did.

All night long.

Chase never felt as high and out of control as he did that night, and judging by House's reaction, neither had he.

They explored each other's bodies, and made each other come in every conceivable way.

When House deep throated Chase he thought he'd explode.

When Chase did the same for House he felt he really HAD exploded.

When House started rimming Chase, Chase started screaming with pleasure.

When he pushed himself inside Chase, hard and fast and then excruciatingly slowly, Chase passed out.

He ended the day the way he began it.

With a smile on his face.

TBC