Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2008-07-07 18:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | house, rated: adult, slash |
Fic: Straight From The Heart 1/1 House M.D.
Title: Straight From The Heart
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D..
Characters: Chase, House, Wilson
Words: 1256
Prompt: Anonymous love notes
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: Wilson/Robert Chase
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Language, Violence
Summary: Stange notes can have even stranger consequences.
Author's Note: Crack, mmmmm.
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"Passion swollen lips are Red."
Frowning at the business card that had slipped out of his shoe, Chase turned it over to examine the back. Aside from the one line in red ink, there wasn't anything on the black card. With a shrug, he stuffed it in his lab coat and put his work shoes on. Closing his locker, Chase forgot all about the note.
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"My aching balls are blue?"
"Excuse me?" Cameron looked up from her lunch to stare in shock at Chase. "Did you just say your balls are blue?"
"Yes, but it's not what you think." Ignoring her, he flipped the yellow card over. Just like last time, there was nothing on the back. Looking at the blue ink on the front, he sighed.
"Where did you get that?" Curiosity piqued, Cameron started to reach out for it.
"It was under my chili bowl." Handing it over, Chase shrugged. "I think the new cafeteria register matron is having an affair with the dish washer."
"That would explain the rose petals I found stuck under my cheese cake plate yesterday." Scowling, Foreman raised a spoonful of his soup and let it drop back in to the bowl in a slow drip. "I think I found out what happened to the stray dog problem we had last month."
Snickering, Chase took the card back and placed it in his lab coat pocket.
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"And that's why his former doctor is a complete moron. Now, who else wants to be a jackass and suggest we consult this idiot?" Glaring at Foreman, as the man stared directly ahead, House clenched the head of his cane. They had been trying since one to get an accurate history on the patient, but so far no one could find any records that were actually his. "Any takers?"
Cameron wisely avoided looking at House in favor of studying the test results from the patient.
Chase, however, stared back at House brazenly, a goofy smile on his face.
"Is there something you would like to share with the rest of the class, Robbie with an IE because it makes you seem special?" Sensing he was only going down hill, House exhaled his anger and turned back to his dry erase board. "We don't know anything about this patient and we need to. As soon as those lab samples are returned..."
A knock came on the door.
"This had better be about my patient or you, young man, are going to be my next case." Pointing to the offending delivery man with his cane, House motioned with his other hand for him to enter. "What have you got for me?"
Swallowing, the man held up a shaking clipboard with a white envelope attached to it. "I have a delivery, for a uh, uh, um. Doctor Chase?"
"Give it to me." Reaching out, House took the paper and forged Chase's name on it. Snatching the envelope off it, he slapped the clipboard back to the man's chest. "Now get out!"
"Yes, sir!" Saluting, the man ran from the room.
"Let's see what we have here, shall we?" Tearing open the end, House blew in to the envelope to open it further. Upending it, he dumped a card in to his hand. This one was green with purple calligraphy. "Sex on a desk is sweet." Eyebrow raised, House looked to Chase and tossed him the business card. "If that's Cuddy's idea of over time, I suggest you wear knee pads. Oh, and Chase, tonight you can sanitize my desk."
Sighing, Chase stuck the card in his lab coat pocket.
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Yawning, Chase leaned back against the mens locker room wall. He scrubbed his hands over his face trying to relieve the tension headache. It had been an especially long day. Despite knowing next to nothing about their patient, House had remarkably saved the man's life. Hell, some of the labs still weren't even back yet. If it weren't for his brilliance, Chase would have a hard time staying.
The door to the locker room slid open as Dr. Wilson entered.
Giving the man a smile in greetings, Chase quickly went back to his slump.
"Hey, have you seen House?" Holding a small, brown box at his side, Wilson crossed the room to stand beside Chase. A smile of his own on his lips, he took in the other man's appearance. "Long day?"
"You could say that. House went home three hours ago. Having solved our case, he decided to reward himself by taking the rest of the day off." Thinking their conversation was done, Chase walked over to his locker and started to tug his scrub top over his head. When he had taken it off and thrown it in the hamper, he turned to face his locker. At it, he found Wilson standing there examining his things. "Can I help you with something?"
"Actually, yes." Shifting the box to in front of him, Wilson held it up. He flipped the lid open. "I just got in my new business cards and I need an opinion. I suppose it's better that you look at it than House, at least this way I will be spared a psychological evaluation."
Nodding, Chase rubbed one eye as he stepped up to the box. Looking inside, he frowned. The business cards were all white except a single brown one in the center with silver writing. Reaching inside, he picked it up and scanned the words. "When sheathed inside you. How romantic. May be you should have your head examined."
Closing the box, Wilson crossed the small space that separated them. "I thought you would enjoy a little erotic poetry."
Reaching in to the pocket of the lab coat hanging in his locker, Chase pulled out the cards. After reading them to himself, he handed them to Wilson. "If House finds out..."
"What makes you think he doesn't already know?" Wilson put the box with the cards inside Chase's locker, then slid his hands around the other man's waist. Pulling their bodies flush, he pressed a kiss to the inside of Chase's ear.
Gasping, Chase's eyes slid closed. "That's not fair." He hated the way his voice came across as whispery and effected.
"House is my best friend, you should know better than to expect me to play by your rules." To emphasize his point, he slid his finger tips down the small of Chase's back in to his pants, causing the man to thrust his hips forward. "You're so easy to manipulate."
"You're a complete bastard. I should never have gotten involved with you. Cameron was a better fuck..." He was silenced by Wilson savagely pinning him to his locker. Groaning as his legs were picked up and wrapped around Wilson's waist, Chase closed his eyes. A smile crossed his face as Wilson ground his hips against his ass. "Who's easy to manipulate?"
"House is right, you are a cock tease." Leaning in, he pressed his lips to Chase's. As he pulled back, he sucked on the younger man's lower lip until he had it between his teeth. He nipped it twice before releasing. "My little cock tease."
"Instead of doing it on your desk, how about over House's? He seems to be under the impression I'm supposed to clean it." Laughing, he tightened the hold he had around Wilson's waist.
"Kinky, but I want to keep my job. I don't think Cuddy would appreciate us scaring away paying customers. Looks like we'll have to settle for my desk."
"Looks like."
THE END.............