Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the delay *headdesks repeatedly* I think I've finally managed to pull myself out of this writer's rut. But I still may not update the rest of my stories as often as I should. I have obligations to friends, and homework for my English class next year...*cough* HP movie coming out *cough* I also apologize for the shortness of the chapter, the other one will be longer, I promise. Enough excuses, Enjoy~
Disclaimer: As if, I think the last House episode I saw was two months ago...maybe I should catch up? xD
Warnings: I don't tell secrets.
Dedications: Thanks to all my reviewers for their lovely ideas. Especially to zaffiro for her lovely correspondence, I couldn't have written this chapter without you! On with the show!
Chapter 4:
"Did House give you that?"
"That's none of your business…" He repeated, attempting to concentrate on buttoning his shirt rather than the feel of Cameron's eyes boring holes into the back of his head. The memories of the previous night were more successful in that aspect.
The heat in the room was almost unbearable, and Chase wouldn't have been surprised to find the small wall mirror that hung behind the door fogged. Though that was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. The sharp sting of House's teeth sinking into the juncture of his shoulder and neck treaded on the thin line between pleasure and pain.
The older man groaned, collapsing on top of the young intensivest when the last of his strength left him. They were both panting heavily, House's breath hot on the back of his neck, grazing the mark he'd just left.
"Greg…"
"Mm?"
"Could you-" he huffed "m-move?"
The comforting weight left him as the heavy body rolled off of him with an imagined 'sorry'. Chase groaned, flipping onto his back, as if on cue he felt his lover's arm snake around his waist, pulling him closer with a possessive quality. The diagnostician wasn't much for pillow talk (he had made that quite clear when their relationship first started). But the blonde couldn't help but speak again.
"We have to stop doing this…at work I mean." He added quickly, realizing how his words could have been taken as. "Anyone could walk in."
"I thought you liked that kind of stuff, besides I locked the door."
Blue-green eyes narrowed some, accompanied by a sharp jab to his lover's ribcage.
"Ow. Don't be mean now, I'm sure Cameron can find another on-call room for her own sexual exploits."
"House…"
"I thought it was God, at least that's what you were saying earlier or should I say screaming…? Something like-"
"Shut up!" Chase flushed "Can't you be serious for a moment?"
"Life is far too important a thing to ever talk seriously about…"
"What?"
"Oscar Wilde said that, you really need to brush up on your history, being a fellow homosexual and all."
The blonde groaned, "I give up."
"Good. Go to bed, just because your sleeping with your boss doesn't mean you get the day off tomorrow."
"Cameron knows about us." He gasped, collapsing into the chair opposite of House's. "Well, she suspects it."
"Did you run here?" Blue eyes narrowed, mind already calculating the distance from his office to the showers. Factoring in the Australian's bad knee and mild case of asthma.
"It doesn't matter if I ran here or not! Cameron knows! Or didn't you hear that part?"
The older doctor continued to ignore him, instead limping around to the coat hanger where he'd hung his book bag. Fishing around inside for a moment, he quickly retrieved an inhaler, tossing it to the blonde.
"Your remember how to use one of those things, right? I assume so, since I found it in your apartment."
"House-" Chase tried again, but the look on the other man's face made him stop. Instead inhaling deeply from the device, relief spreading in his strained lungs almost immediately.
"What other people think doesn't matter." Greg sighed, staring down at his cane. "The only people in this relationship, are you and me."
"You don't care that she knows?"
"Why do you?"
"I don't, its just-"
"It's just what?"
"God, will you stop bloody interrupting me? You'd know if you let me explain." Chase huffed, continuing on knowing he wouldn't get an apology for the other's rudeness. "You don't want people to know about us."
"What made you think that?"
"You seriously have to ask that?"
The Australian knew he must sound hysterical, what with the situation and his still somewhat labored breathing. His accent was getting thicker and thicker, it was incredible to believe that House could still make out what he was saying. Rising from his chair unconsciously, he began to pace.
"We sneak around the hospital. Even though there aren't any rules forbidding our relationship. I still find myself being dragged into janitor closets and on-call rooms at random, to satisfy your request of a brief snog or shag…its like your ashamed of me or something. Like I'm some deep dark secret that nobody should ever learn about. I understand if you aren't ready for people to know, but…we never talk to House."
Chase froze in his footsteps, turning to look at his still silent lover. He knew that the purposeful use of his last name wasn't lost on the man and he waited with bated breath, hoping he hadn't crossed an invisible line.
"I'm not ashamed of you…" The diagnostician finally spoke after several minutes, eyes still locked on the floor.
"Then what is it?" The blonde hated the thinly veiled desperation that was so obvious in his tone. "We've been dating for five months now, and not even Wilson knows…"
The other simply shook his head though, unwilling to admit that for once,
He didn't know.
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(Note:: I am wayyy to tired/hyper to be typing an Author's Note right now lol. Oh, and I know I used some brittish slang up there, but I thought it worked...forgive me if I'm wrong.)
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