Author's Notes: So sorry for not updating, but I had this chappie in my notebook for a week now, so I decided to post. Enjoy and tell me what you think=)

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The next few seconds passed in silence. House was staring into Chase's cerulean eyes, his head cocked slightly to the side, as if Chase were some interesting puzzle. Oh, he was. An interesting and unsolvable puzzle.

They were both panting, trying to catch their breaths from the kiss. Chase's eyes were wide as saucers. Finally, he broke the silence, secretly hoping a nuclear bomb would drop out of nowhere and kill them both:

"If you want to back out, you should do it now." He said hoarsely, trembling from head to toe. He was, he realized, almost in House's lap, but he daren't move.

House studied him for a long time. Then he felt his own heart beating against his ribcage violently. There was no turning back. House was House and he always got what he wanted. And now he wanted Chase.

"I will not back out. I want this." He said, his jaw set, eyes firmly on Chase. "You?"

Chase looked at him intently, drawing a shaky breath. House was nervous. What if Chase didn't want to be with him? What if they were simple too caught up in the moment?

"Oh relax already! You're about to grind your own teeth into powder!" laughed Chase, throwing his arms around a pleasantly startled House.

House smiled devilishly:

"You'll be the one ground into powder by the time I'm though with you." He smirked, inhaling Chase's unique scent – no matter how long the Aussie had been the US, he still smelled of sun and ocean and sand.

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That night House and Chase made out heavily on House's bed. Chase's hadn't let House go all the way with him because even if they'd already done it: a) he wasn't ready and b) he wanted it to be prober (read: sober). Oh and c) waiting and making House want him even more should be fun.

They collapsed, spent, after some mind-blowing kissing and petting (and a couple of fierce orgasms).

House laughed, trying to stabilize his breathing.

"What?" asked Chase, pressing into him.

"I haven't had so much fun in years." The older doctor said, his blue eyes boring into those of Chase.

Chase was about to flip over again, but as soon as he moved, he groaned:

"Oh shit! I forgot about my neck. You are pure evil."

"Poor baby."

"I'm serious, House. It hurts."

"Well, I guess it means only one thing." Said House, grinning his famous cat-that-got-the-canary grin.

"What's that?"

"We'll have to stay home tomorrow." He winked. Chase rolled his eyes.

"Me, yes. But Cuddy won't let you stay in."

"Oh, well. My leg has been feeling a little under the weather lately."

Chase slapped him lightly on the arm. He snuggled closer to House, putting his head on the other man's shoulder.

House put his arm around his wombat. It felt good. It felt like… Home.

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A day later, they walked into the clinic talking and laughing loudly.

Cuddy immediately spotted the couple and stormed over.

"Where the HELL have you two been?"

"Oh, come on, Doctor Cuddy. I hurt my back and Greg was helping me out. And his leg was just a little under the weather." Chase smirked, nearly making Cuddy do a double take. He looked so much like House.

Lisa tried to maintain her ice-queen attitude, but failed. She was happy that House and Chase finally sorted things out.

"All right. Just don't let it happed again. And Chase!" she yelled after them as the made their way towards the elevators. "Don't become too much like House!"

"Too late!" was the men's answer from across the hall.

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The Houses (weird, huh?) walked into the office. Having House's arm 'round his waist was tricky because he hobbled up and down but Chase managed it fine, enjoying the closeness.

Cameron and Foreman stared at them. Chase and House, which haven't shown any PDA at all and who, it seemed (even if they were married) were ready to kill each other…

Now they walked inside the office pressed impossibly close to one another and House was oh-so-fond of his personal space.

Chase noticed Foreman's blank expression and Cameron's jealous stares (read: venomous), even though he wasn't quite sure if she was jealous of him or House, and, grinning widely at Greg, swung his arm around his neck and kissed him full on the lips. House nearly fell back at the vigor, but then moaned into the kiss. It just felt too good to pull away.

After some time of immense pleasure to House and Chase and some awkward throat-clearing for everyone else in the vicinity, Chase pulled away, biting his lip and pressing his forehead to House's, looking into those endless blue eyes. He still couldn't believe his luck, having fantasized about House, then being married to him, slept with him, and now, being with him clear and sober. Even though it all happened in a totally wrong order.

They pulled apart and House set off for his office as if nothing had happened. Chase lingered, looking after him, then sighed happily and flopped onto his usual seat and taking off his bag.

Cameron attacked his as soon as the door closed behind their boss.

"So, what have you been doing the last couple of days?"

"Oh, you mean yesterday? My neck hurt, I twisted it, so I stayed at home. And Greg," he relished the look on Cameron's face when he called his husband by first name. "helped me out. He can be really sweet and caring sometimes. Anyway, we watched TV all day and made love all night." Well, there he lied, but, hell, that was intense even without the full-on experience. The hour-long make-out sessions filled with lust and moans from Chase and the oh-so-incredibly-sexy animalistic groans from House made him forget all about the pain in his neck.

Cameron nodded stiffly, not wanting to hear more. Foreman gave Chase a thumbs-up behind her back.

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"All right, children! Time for chores. Foreman, go to his home. Check out anything you can find, god knows what teenage football players smoke today. Cameron, do CBC and an MRI."

"What for?"

"Just do it. And get me a muffin on your way back."

Cameron huffed and muttered something about "getting his own husband to make food".

"Chase!" the blonde looked up from his crosswords. "You'll go and talk to the patient."

Chase looked alarmed:

"But… House!" he whined. "He nearly raped me then and there!"

"After last night I'd think you know how to protect yourself." Chase blushed and House grinned. Cameron looked away pointedly.

"Come on, honeybun. Go, scoot! Page me if anything happens, I'd love to come and watch."

Chase pouted slightly and went for the door, giving up.

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Robert walked into the hospital room, greeting the guy through his teeth. Ian raised an eyebrow coyly and smirked.

"Back so soon?"

"Not because I want it."

"Then why are you here? You know I can't do you with that tube up my -,"

"No, thank you." Replied Chase sharply.

"Oooh, feisty."

"Mr. Roberts, do you take any recreational drugs?"

"I already said no. Don't you trust me."

"Everybody lies." Chase said coolly, trying not to smile at the thought of House's face as he said those words. "Especially teenage jerks with rods up their urethras."

"I'm hurt." Said Ian, eyeing Chase. "The nurses 'round here say you like hurt people."

"What do you mean?" asked Chase, not looking up from his notepad. Nurses were babble mouths.

"You're dating a cripple, so they say." Ian again slipped his hand onto Chase's thigh. "I could give you so much more than him."

"We're not dating. We're married." Said a cold voice from the doorway. Chase looked around, relieved to see House standing there, looking grim. He limped up to them and pushed the youth's hand away from Chase in disgust.

"Now get your hands off of my husband."

Author's Notes: hey, I'm sorry for making Cameron such a jealous b-i-t-c-h, but I don't like her))