Finally! Going from a T to M rating.

Quick disclaimer (just in case):

Don't read if m/m is not you're cup of tea.

Hope you enjoy ;)

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~~Chapter 5~~

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The faint sound of music was the first thing to rouse him from his sleep. It was a familiar sound that he was unable to identify through the haziness of his brain. It only took a few seconds before an unsettling feeling began to nag him.

From there his mind quickly started to regain full consciousness as he recognized the feeling meant that something wasn't right. Finally, opening his eyes, fear slammed into the pit of his stomach.

He was back in his bedroom…at his apartment.

Out of habit, House reached over to shut off the radio alarm that had originally woken him. Sitting up, he tried to figure out what the hell was happening.

He remembered without a doubt falling asleep in his room at Mayfield. Even remembered throwing one of his paperbacks at Alvie again to get him stop rhyming so that he could get some sleep.

Immediately, House grabbed the phone from his nightstand but ended up staring at it, trying to decide whom to call. The phone then became the furthest thing from his mind as soon as he heard the bathroom door open and close.

All he could do next was sit and stare when Chase, clad only in boxers, shuffled into the room before proceeding to climb on the unoccupied side of the bed.

Chase paused from full lying on the bed when he realized that House was sitting up and staring at him.

"Why are you up so early?" he asked in all honesty.

Still disoriented, House simply said, "Alarm went off."

"Oh, ok." Chase said slowly, now having the same look of confusion as the man next to him, "Are you alright?"

House could only think to say one thing.

"What happened last night?"

Chase cocked his head slightly as if trying to determine if there was more complexity to the simple question.

"Well…I would say that it was typical of most nights. I tried to go to sleep and you, with your never ending hormones, made sure that didn't happen."

Finally, it magically clicked to House after he heard what he needed to hear in order for the puzzle pieces to come together.

"Typical of most nights."

He murmured the one phrase that was helping him see the big answer. A small smile appeared as he now believed he knew what was going on.

Chase carried on like he didn't notice House's grand epiphany.

"Oh, please. Don't pretend like you don't get your way more than mine."

Unable to control his curiosity to find out if he was right or not, he replied, "Fine…show me your way."

Almost as if in slow motion, House saw Chase rise to sit up beside him and then scoot over until their legs brushed against each other.

Remaining frozen in place, he let Chase continue. The blonde reached up to cup his jaw and lightly stroke House's cheek with his thumb.

The all too familiar shiver ran through House at the sensation.

"Take off your shirt and lie back down." Chase commanded quietly.

Seeing no doubt or hesitation in the pale blue eyes, House complied with both orders.

Every nerve in his body had never been more alert until now when Chase settled himself on top of House, straddling his left leg. Not realizing that he was half hard already, House shut his eyes and hissed in pleasure when Chase's body made contact. The hiss quickly turned into a grunt when he felt the other man's pelvis rock against his arousal.

Tortuously, it stopped just as soon as it began. Every nerve ending buzzed in protest though out his body. Out of need, House clutched Chase, trying to encourage him to continue however unsuccessfully.

Instead, he felt a fingertip grazing down his neck to his collarbone and then ended up circling his nipple. House started panting when the delicious feeling of a tongue traced where the fingers had just been.

Happily, he felt Chase move over to give the other the same attention and continue on following the trail back up to nuzzle the sweet spot under his ear.

"Open your eyes."

With a faint sigh of frustration, House pried his eyes open.

It turned out to be worth the effort when he saw the heated look Chase was giving him. Not able to wait for another instruction, House reached up to run his hand through the dangling blonde locks above before firmly grabbing a handful and pulling Chase to him.

Surprisingly delightful, the lips that met him were the perfect combination of soft and firm. He savored all that he could before sliding his tongue along Chase's bottom lip, asking for permission to enter the uncharted territory ahead.

He ignored his body's screaming impulses and instead, slowly mapped out the layout of Chase's mouth with his tongue. House's efforts didn't go unnoticed as he felt the rumble of a moan deep within the chest that was pressed against him.

His satisfaction was short lived when Chase's hand slipped between them and squeezed his completely hard erection through his boxers.

House growled into Chase's mouth before gripping another handful of hair and yanking his head back. The younger man released another gasp at the pleasure of the force.

"Not fair Robbie."

Using Chase's first name came out easier than he would've imagined.

"What can I say? I learned from the best."

He smirked down at him, eyes twinkling with a playful challenge.

House quickly hooked his good leg around Chase's leg and used the leverage to roll him onto his back.

Without another word, both sets of lips locked onto each other again. This time it was Chase who attempted to search out every crevice with his tongue.

Finally feeling as if he would pass out from oxygen deprivation, House broke away but continued to look at the handsome man underneath him.

Both were panting heavily in excitement with no ability to form a coherent thought.

Only one word came from Chase.

"Now."

He quickly understood and stared as the blonde removed his boxers before discarding his own.

Now with Chase positioned perfectly, House had to stop, not only to admire the body below but he also knew something was missing. Looking around the room for a few moments, he grinned when he saw the bottle of lube conveniently sitting on top of the nightstand.

He squirted out a good amount on his first two fingers and then proceeded to spread it across Chase's opening causing him to yelp in surprise at the cold sensation. Moaning quickly followed as he slid both fingers in and began slowly stretching him.

A short while after he'd gotten the third finger in, a slight nod let House know that he was ready.

No chemical substance on Earth could've prepared him for the high he felt next. He made sure to stop every few inches, not only so he wouldn't explode too early but also that he wasn't forgetting about Chase.

However, the Aussie seemed to be wrapped up in his own pleasure…eyes closed, cheeks flushed, and head arched back.

House took the opportunity to sample the neck displayed before him while sinking his cock the last inch in. When he reached the spot just above Chase's collarbone, he wonderfully discovered this caused him to clamp down his anal muscles.

A growl escaped from his throat and he slowly started to thrust in and out of the perfectly creamy firm bottom. Soon after he felt Chase's legs wrap around his hips. This allowed him to slip in a little deeper than before and also brush against the blonde's prostate.

"Yes…Again! Right there! Again!"

House obliged the pleas again, brushing over the same spot again resuming to thrust all the way in and out.

Both bodies fell into rhythm and House began to pick up the pace, ignoring the beginning stages of discomfort in his leg. It was worth it hearing the cries coming from Chase's mouth.

"Ohhh! Don't stop! Harder Greg! Please harder!"

Three more hard thrusts, Chase yelled as he came. House grunted as the muscles surrounding his cock clamped down hard around him and he started to come along with his lover.

While riding the waves of euphoria, House started to feel light headed.

"Robbie…" He breathed, burying his face in the crook of Chase's neck, all muscles in his body content on not moving anytime in the near future.

He could make out that Chase trying to talk to him but his voice was rapidly becoming fainter so that nothing was understandable, instead, being replaced with an increasingly louder beeping noise. The room started to spin as the beeping got louder and got worse the louder it got.

Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, everything came to a sudden halt.

"HOUSE!"

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He shot up in bed, panting heavily, feeling his heart banging against his chest. House looked around his surroundings getting his bearings again.

…paper thin sheets and scratchy blanket covering his legs…

…the open doorway a few feet away from the foot of the bed…

…sounds of activity floating from down the hallways…

Looking to his left, hoping to be proven wrong but knew he wasn't, he found himself staring at a white wall that was right up against the single size bed he was currently sitting in…alone.

When a hand landed on his shoulder, he whipped around startled. However, he came face to face with a different person than he was expecting.

"What is it?" House grumbled.

"Hey buddy…" Alvie answered slightly nervous at the glare House was giving him, "…just coming to get you…for…you know…group time."

House nodded which signaled Alvie to leave but continued to sit there until he was composed enough to put the dream in the back of his mind.

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I was going to make this part of another chapter but I wanted to give you guys a taste at least!

Again, many many thanks to everyone who stopped by!