Disclaimer: I do not own the pretty men.
"Go tell them that their kid is dying," House nonchalantly mentioned to Chase as the young doctor walked into the room.
"But.."
"Stop whining and just do it."
"Have one of the others do it, " Chase protested.
"No," House stated adamantly.
"But I'd rather stay here and.."
One hand swiftly made it's way to House's thigh while the other began to card through his short hair.
A soft growl was emitted from the older man's mouth before he proceeded to forcefully kiss the felt himself moan and made an attempt to move his hand further up House's pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Go do your job."
