The atmosphere within the apartment up until now had been surprisingly warm and cozy, Chase really hadn't expected to feel so at home there, but as soon as those words left House's mouth the room had become unbearably heated to the point where the Australian felt like he couldn't breathe. At first he just gaped at the older man, not sure if he actually heard him right, and then, just from pure reaction, he began to laugh, not only because he was nervous but he figured House was just messing with him, "What? You're joking, right?"

House flushed but he tried to hide it, he was far from joking, even if it didn't seem like it, he still wasn't skilled at showing he was opening up. "Does it look like I'm joking?" he asked, looking sideways at him.

Chase was almost scared by the look in the older man's eyes, they were definitely serious, and so close to being completely sincere, he had no idea what he was supposed to do. He shifted slightly, his voice quiet but filled with interest, "Are… are you gay?"

If he were to be honest he didn't know the answer to that, he also couldn't answer just from sheer frustration, Chase wasn't getting it, he wasn't going along with it like he had envisioned. He sighed and looked away from Chase, staring ahead, before patting his legs and moving to get up, "Looks like it's bedtime." Just as he went to stand his leg acted up, causing him to groan and shake, but he continued to try and stand, not wanting to seem even more pathetic than he already did. Chase saw this and immediately felt awful for laughing in his face, he really didn't think he'd take offense to it, he also didn't like the pain he was obviously in.

He quickly reached out to House, scooting closer in the process, and grabbed his arm urgently but as gently as he could, pulling him back down, "Hey, hey... Don't run off on me. I'm sorry, ok? It just.. caught me off guard." House sat back down, almost reluctantly, with a sigh and ran his hand over his forehead, not saying anything; it was bad enough that he didn't feel comfortable, but he also didn't trust himself to speak. Chase let him have a second before he spoke again, "You asked me if I'd kiss you," he started softly, "If the question is legitimate..." he paused, gearing himself up, "then, yes, I would kiss you..." He stared at the other man, his insides quivering with uncertainty, but he felt like it was now or never, "I wouldn't kiss you just because you asked me to, but because I wanted to..." He took a shuddering breath in, "I want to..."

At Chase's last words House let his gaze drift over to the younger man, he had a hard time believing that, "You do?" He didn't give his hopes up, he didn't let himself believe that Chase actually wanted to kiss him.

Chase swallowed nervously, taking a moment before confirming, "I've been wanting to." House couldn't say anything, just stare at the blond with his lips parted, he wished he could trust those words, he still didn't believe them. Chase's heart began to pound and his breathing grew heavy, this would be the perfect time to do something, House was right there, not moving, just waiting. A couple seconds went by and he couldn't take it anymore, he reached out and grabbed hold of House's sleeve, yanking him closer until their mouths connected, bringing them into a breathtaking kiss. Even though their lips had crashed together and it had started out heated it soon became soft and cautious, the only sound Chase's harsh breathing, he seriously felt like he was going to faint. When he finally pulled away he couldn't believe he had actually done that.

"My lord, your lips really are as soft as they look," House breathed out, his eyes closed, trying to savor the now lost feeling. That simple statement made Chase's whole expression light up and he laughed, grinning and blushing. Was this real? He was almost expecting for House to smack him out of the day dream he had been caught up in. He couldn't help himself, he moved his hand to the back of House's neck and placed his other hand on the older man's chest, pulling him into another kiss, this one a bit more rough. House was pleasantly surprised by this second go and responded by lifting his hand up to run it through Chase's gorgeous hair, he couldn't believe this was happening just as much as his Intensivist. When they broke apart for the second time House's eyes were open and he looked right into Chase's, "Do you even know how pretty you are?"

Chase turned even redder, looking away bashfully, House's hand still in his hair, "Oh my god, stop it, you're making me blush."

"I like it," he said simply before smirking, "It makes you even prettier."

The Australian smiled wide, feeling horribly giddy, he didn't think someone could ever make him this happy. He shook his head in disbelief, "What is it that you're doing to me that makes me want you so fucking bad?" House didn't have an answer to that, he had no idea, it didn't make sense to him, but it did make him feel all warm inside. Before House even knew what was happening Chase was suddenly moving, holding onto him a bit tighter and swinging a leg over the older man so that he was straddling him, kissing him once again. The kiss was deeper, Chase taking it upon himself to start exploring further, and their abdomens brushed together every time the young man gyrated his hips downward, causing House to groan into Chase's mouth as his hands went up to hold onto his lower back. They were both getting increasingly harder and practically every time their erections touched House groaned, Chase, on the other hand, began to moan steadily as they let themselves get lost in the moment.

But soon the moment ended when House's leg gave off a sharp pain and he quickly broke the kiss, pushing Chase away slightly, and wincing. Chase was confused at first but then he saw the pained look on House's face and he took his weight off of the older man right away, looking down at him, concerned. House began to massage his leg, "I'm sorry, it just.. It hurts too much..."

Chase moved to sit beside him, "It's ok; we don't have to do anything you don't want to."

House chuckled, "You'll go without sex just so we can continue whatever this is between us?"

Chase shrugged, "Yeah, I mean, there are other ways to get off. And... I'll just have to be gentle with you," he said teasingly.

House's breath hitched at the many ideas that gave him, but he'd had enough for one night, he never liked things moving too fast. He lightly brushed Chase's cheek, a spark in his eye, before standing up and grabbing his cane, "Hope you don't mind having the couch tonight."

Chase was disappointed that House was done but he did understand, plus he didn't want to push. His brows furrowed, "I'm staying the night?"

House glanced over his shoulder at him just before he started down the short hallway to his room, "Well that was the whole point of you coming over, right? You didn't really think I'd kick you out at," he leaned back to look at the clock, "two in the morning, did you?"

Chase laughed, "I wouldn't have been surprised if you did, actually."

He rolled his eyes playfully, "Aw, come on, I'm not that mean." His expression became more sincere before he smirked softly, "Sleep well, my little wombat."