Chase stood in front of the door of House's apartment feeling incredibly nervous, even though what was said in the elevator was clearly an invitation he still second guessed whether House really wanted him there or not. He bit his lip, telling himself it was silly to be so nervous, and forced himself to knock. A minute went by with no answer and he sighed, "House, I know you're in there," he called through the door. Now he was super worried, and felt pretty awkward, maybe he'd actually gotten there before House did... But that would be ridiculous. After another moment went by he sighed again, rolling his eyes, and was about to say something else when the doorknob turned and the door was cracked open just a bit. He looked at the slightly open door curiously, not sure what it meant. "If you wanted me to come in," he started as he pushed the door open, "you could've just," when he entered the apartment the sight before him almost took his breath away, "said so..."
This couldn't be right, this wasn't House's apartment; it was too put together. The lighting was dim but there was just enough to show that everything was clean and in its place, practically spotless. He slowly shut the door behind him as he looked around for House but the other man wasn't there, he must have opened the door and ran off, "House...?"
There was no answer so he moved slowly around the couch, glancing at the almost immaculate coffee table, wondering what could possibly be going on here, "Greg...?" he tried again, saying his first name for the second time now. It was then that he heard movement in the kitchen and his gaze shot up to the doorway leading into it. A moment later House was walking into the living room with two small whiskey tumblers filled with red wine in his hands.
"Figured you'd like a drink," the older man said once he was close enough to hand Chase a glass.
"Oh!" the blond took the drink with a half confused and half bashful smile, "Thank you..." Then he saw the diagnostician sitting and he deduced that he should probably sit as well. Now that they were on the couch together the Australian felt even more stiff and nervous as they both took a sip. Chase glanced around again and House eyes him, wondering why he was being so awkward. "It looks nice," Chase mentioned, referring to the clean room, unable to really come up with anything else to say; he was still stunned.
A slight smirk appeared on House's lips, "You better appreciate it; I did it for you."
Chase's face snapped to look at House with an amused and questioning expression, "You did? You cleaned your apartment just for me?"
House's smirk grew into a wide smile as he chuckled, "What else do you think I've been doing these last few days?"
Chase shook his head in disbelief, though he was grinning, "Ignoring me."
House suddenly went a bit serious, "Why would you think that? You know I care about you."
The Australian was about to say, 'I do?', but he decided against it because, in a way, somehow, he did know, and it made him smile. He took a drink, trying to hide his blush, before playing with the glass in his hands, "I've missed you..." he spoke quietly.
All House could do was stare at him with a kind, warm expression, something that was very unlike him, but if he said he missed the younger man back that would most definitely be out of character for him, even more so. "You know..." he started, playing with his glass as well, his eyes now downcast, "if you think this is clean, wait until you see the bedroom." The smirk was back on his face as he waited for a reaction, glancing up into the Australian's blue eyes.
If Chase were drinking he probably would have choked, his eyes went round and he could feel his cheeks heating up as he smiled softly, "Is that an invitation?"
"What else would it be?" he asked defensively, but in good nature, holding in a chuckle as Chase blushed deeply and lifted his glass to his lips, finishing his drink. House just watched the younger man, enjoying his Aussie's reddening cheeks, admiring how beautiful he was. He never wanted anything more than he did in this moment. Setting his own glass down on the coffee table he scooted a bit closer to Chase before reaching out to take the second glass from him and setting it down beside his, never taking his eyes off the blond. Their eyes met and House could tell Chase was holding his breath as he drew closer; god, the glowing, bashful man before him was stunning House thought as he lifted a hand to gently caress the Australian's cheek. Chase's eyes fluttered at the touch and he let out the air he couldn't keep in any longer, every touch the older man gave him made him need and want more. A second later House was pulling him in, bringing their lips together, and they melted into a soft, rhythmic kiss that Chase quickly got lost in.
The way House kissed him was incredible, it always aroused him instantly, flooding his core with something indescribable; no one could awaken his body like House could, and sometimes it surprised him. He lifted his hands and ran them through House's hair, making it stick up on the sides, deepening the kiss leisurely and moaning, "Mmm... House..."
House loved that he could make Chase react like that, he loved the way his moans came out in a sweet whimper, and he wanted to hear more. He kept the blond close, one hand holding his neck firmly and the other going from resting on the couch to squeezing his side. When Chase moaned his name he allowed their lips to part, but not too much. Putting their foreheads together he took rapid, shallow breaths, murmuring, "I've been wanting you for so long, I'm not going to wait any longer..."
Chase didn't have a problem with that, not at all; he shook his head, whispering, "Please don't..." His heart was pounding, this was it, at least he hoped it was and not just a tease, or that he'd change his mind; it had felt like the longest wait but, somehow, he felt like it was still too soon, by House's standards.
House leaned forward, pushing the younger man back as he resumed the kiss and let his hand wander down the Australian's chest, letting his palm press roughly into the muscles. The lower his hand went the lower Chase sank down into the couch until his head was resting on the, thankfully, cushioned arm; and that's when House repositioned himself on top of him. The diagnostician had never felt a man's body like this, never explored it or longed to touch it, but, with Chase, he wanted to be thorough, he desperately wanted to feel him, completely. Letting a deep groan out into the Aussie's mouth he moved his hand down to the hem of his shirt and eagerly put his hand under it, finally feeling Chase's bare stomach, feeling his soft skin and the extremely fine hair beneath his belly button, lightly stroking at it with his fingertips. The feathery touch made Chase's stomach muscles twitch and he inhaled at the sensation, his whole body shuddering; knowing his touch had that effect on the blond thrilled House, arousing him further, his erection pressing tightly against his trousers. Never had he thought he'd get to be with Chase like this, in such a sexual way, he just knew he wouldn't be able to get enough, he already wanted so much. His hand continued to travel up, feeling the defined torso, making the younger man quiver, as his tongue licked along the roof of Chase's mouth and across his upper lip.
When the older man's fingertips reached one of Chase's pert nubs the blond let out a soft, "Mmm.. yes..." as he arched his spine, his head tilting back, which allowed House to drag his lips down his jawline and to his neck.
The older doctor let out a questioning hum, wanting Chase to confirm he was pleased, although it was obvious. He kissed at the Intensivist's neck, his erection painfully hard as he met Chase's upward thrust with his own downward movement, their abdomens brushing together, creating a breathtaking sensation; there was no way he could be any more aroused. He couldn't get over the fact that this was Chase, the man he worked with and the man he loved to pick on, the man he'd known for years; a man. House had never dismissed the possibility of being gay but he'd never truly been attracted to a man before, he'd never even done anything with a man, not until this beautiful, sexy Australian came along. He had considered asking Wilson for a make out session in the past just to see what it was like to fool around with the same sex but he knew that was just childish. Well, now he knew, and it was incredible; not only was he surprised that he harbored such lustful feelings for anyone, but he was even more so surprised that he had acted on them.
"Mhm..." Chase whimpered in response to the hum, closing his eyes and focusing his attention on the feeling of House's lips on his neck, his stubble scratching lightly against his skin. His head was spinning, as soon as he felt their hard lengths brushing together through their pants he lost his mind. He wrapped his arms around House in an attempt to pull him closer, feeling every inch of his back through his shirt, lifting a leg up and around House's hip so he could fit more easily between his thighs. This was what he'd been waiting for and it already felt so amazing; he still couldn't fully believe that the older man had chosen him, that he was letting him have him in such a way. This was House, someone everyone thought was incapable of affection; but, lord, was he bloody good at it. Following the younger man's lead House shifted himself so that he was settled down flat against the blond, his hips fitting snugly between Chase's thighs. If his leg had still been bothering him this wouldn't have been a very good position, but since it was better, and he felt fine, a grateful smile formed on his lips. After a moment he began to grind his hips down into the man beneath him, rutting against him rhythmically, his hand rubbing over Chase's now overly sensitive chest, causing him to moan out, "Oh god..."
The Australian's erotic voice drove House crazy, just the small exclamation alone sent a wave of heated pleasure through him. He began to press his erection harder into the other man's, increasing the friction, rubbing against him in a way that made the building pressure hit an unbearable peak, causing him to pant and let out a barely audible, "Fuck," under his breath. By now they were both moaning heavily, clutching onto each other and on the brink of orgasm.
Suddenly Chase drew his hands up to the older man's shoulders, attempting to halt his actions, "House, House..." he whined, "I need more." He didn't know how else to say it, how to explain it, he just needed more.
House wasn't quite sure what he meant by that, and he didn't really want to stop since he was so close, but he nodded with a quiet, "Ok," and began to move down Chase's body, undoing his pants and pulling them off as he went. The younger man's erection stood before him and he could see Chase was just as hard and wet as he was; his own cock was pulsing just from the sight of it. Without hesitation he took the blond's member into his mouth, tasting him with a soft groan; it was a strange sensation, not unpleasant but definitely different. He did the best he could, doing what he felt he'd want someone to do to him, and he was rewarded with pleasure filled moans, the younger man's body writhing beneath him.
"Oh my god..." Chase whimpered, rolling his hips and hissing whenever House's tongue swiped over a prominent nerve. This was unbelievable, he literally couldn't believe this was happening, House was going to make him come. But he didn't exactly want to come like this either, so once again he pushed the older man away, "Wait..." Panting he quickly sat up and switched their positions, pressing House up against the back of the couch and straddling him. His gaze bored right into House's as he unzipped the diagnostician's pants, his cheeks burning and insanely red; his hair all messed up and, somehow, looking even sexier. House kept his eyes on the blue ones looking back at him, he was paralyzed with anticipation and could only hold his breath as he waited for what was coming next. In that moment, he needed release more than anything. Finally Chase took his throbbing cock into his hand, causing House to close his eyes with a groan and shudder, and, using the liquid seeping from the tip as lubricant, he began to stroke it, his grip tight and his movements erratic. One thing that was on Chase's mind was that House was big, another thing was that he was actually jerking him off. He could tell House was close, he was incredibly hard and his moans began to escalate in volume as his hips thrust upward, his hands clinging onto the Australian's sides. Chase was dangerously close himself and he couldn't resist kissing the older man in order to stifle his cries, his hips rolling down into House's lap. House kissed back deeply, bringing a hand down to work the other man's member at the same pace, trying desperately to get him to come so he could.
As the pressure grew House couldn't think straight, his brain wouldn't function as he felt his orgasm beginning to erupt within him. Pulling Chase close he pumped faster, panting heavily; breaking the kiss in order to moan out, "Oh my god... Chase... Oh my god..."
Chase clung to the older man, moving faster as well and groaning loudly, then, just as he felt himself reaching his highest peak, he moaned back in response, "Greg..." Then he was gone, lost in bliss, shaking violently. It was amazing, his mind was blown, his life would never be the same again; he'd never look at House the same again. And that was a good thing.
As soon as Chase orgasmed the diagnostician came undone, his nails digging into Chase's side as he convulsed in ecstasy. It had been years since he'd had such an intense release, and it shocked him more than he thought it would. If he knew that Chase could fulfill him in such a way then maybe he would have tried this a lot sooner. As they both calmed down he held the blond in almost an embrace, his chest rising and falling heavily, he was exhausted. Chase nuzzled into him, stroking the back of his head, and House realized this was the most intimate he'd been with someone in years, and it sort of weirded him out. Clearing his throat he patted Chase's back before gently pushing him away, "I say we get out of these dirty clothes." He offered the blond a soft smile as he shifted away from him in order to unbutton his shirt. Just the smile alone let Chase know that House wasn't pushing him away emotionally, and that relieved him, sure he knew that it might be a bit awkward for House but he hoped he'd soon get used to it. The Australian pulled of his shirt as well just as House began to speak again, "I guess I'm going to have to start getting used to you calling me Greg."
Chase gave a wide smile, his shirt going over his head making his hair poof up even more, chuckling, "Sorry, I kind of like it."
That made House blush and smile slightly in return, "Don't expect me to start calling you Robert or anything."
Chase laughed, shaking his head, "Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't."
House smirked, "I might call you Robbie, though, Robbie the wombat." He amused himself.
The blond grinned, secretly finding it adorable, "I don't think I have a problem with that."
House's smile grew as he stood, "Good." He then turned to face Chase who was still sitting, "Come to bed with me." He surprised himself with the invitation, but maybe it would be nice to have someone to sleep with, maybe he'd actually get some sleep instead of lying awake and restless.
Chase blushed and grinned bashfully, "Ok." As he stood House turned to go to his room and the younger man followed, slightly nervous but extremely happy; he'd actually be sleeping with House, in his bed.
The diagnostician stopped beside the mattress and gestured for Chase to get under the covers, "Ladies first," he joked. Chase snorted, his cheeks bright red, as he quickly hopped under the blankets and settled in, his stomach fluttering. House got in a moment later and snuggled in behind the younger man, spooning him and wrapping and arm around his waist, which Chase didn't quite expect, and it very much pleased him. Then Chase suddenly felt House's lips on his shoulder blade, the older man kissing it affectionately, and heard him whisper, "Goodnight, my wombat."
Chase smiled, "Goodnight, Greg."