Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2008-10-20 00:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | house, rated: teen, slash |
Fic: Oh, Wolfie, Please Tell Me Do... 1/1 House MD
Title: Oh, Wolfie, Please Tell Me Do...
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D..
Characters: Chase, House
Words: 2505
Prompt: 5 Times Tease, 1 Harass
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: Gregory House/Robert Chase
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Language, Violence
Summary: House sexually harasses an oblivious Robert Chase.
Author's Note: Crack, mmmmm.
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1. Monday
Entering House's office, Chase took in the appearance of his boss with a mild bit of surprise. "You wanted to see me?"
Sitting on his desk, legs spread wide, House scratched himself. The rather tight jeans he was wearing were killing him. "Yes, come here."
Hesitant, Chase frowned. "Is there something the matter?"
"Yes, I need your help getting off this damn desk." Raising his arms, House spread them as if to give a big hug. "I haven't got all day and my ass killing me."
"Oh. All right." Chase crossed the office to stand in front of House. He was rather reluctant to actually step between the man's legs. Taking a calming breath in case it might be a trick, he took the final step forward with his eyes closed.
"As much as I appreciate your humor, I don't feel like falling. So open your eyes!" House draped his arms over Chase's shoulders, pulling him flush against him. "There, now wrap your arms about my waist and pull me off this desk."
Doing as he was told, Chase tugged gently until House slid off the desk and in to his arms. Suddenly, House pushed against him and he tripped backwards. It took a few stumbling steps dragging House with him, but he maintained their balance.
Frowning, House stood on his own and released Chase. "You can go."
Rolling his eyes, Chase released the doctor to stand or fall on his own. If he did either one, it would be his own fault. Turning, he walked away wondering what the hell had sparked that mistake.
For his part, House mentally scratched off something on his list.
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2. Tuesday
The ducklings were sitting around the conference table waiting for their day to start. It being nine thirty, they still had an hour before House would come shambling out of his office.
Tugging on his collar, Chase shifted in his chair. The crossword from the morning paper had mysteriously disappeared and his pens had lost their appeal. Since Cameron was currently using their computer and Foreman was busy snoring on the rest of the paper, he had nothing left to do.
Clearing his throat, Chase got up from his chair and wandered over to the sink. He picked up a glass instead of a mug, not feeling like having coffee. As he turned on the tap, he watched the water flow through the faucet. It looked very cool and the condensation building on his glass was very welcoming.
Chase brought the cool glass up to his neck, pressing it against his skin. He shivered ever so slightly as the cool glass pressed against him. Touching it to the other side of his neck, he ran it up his face and over his forehead. Running it back over a second time, he wiped the moisture off his skin with the back of his hand.
Feeling a little less frenetic, he took the time to do what he had originally intended. He brought the glass to his lips and drank slowly. Chase knew from experience how painful it would be to swallow an entire glass of cold water, no matter how much you wanted it. The cool water had an immediate result on him, making muscles in his body relax.
Making a sound of contentment, he put the glass by the sink. He felt a little better, but not enough to retighten his neck tie. With a quick look to the clock on the wall, he saw it was still fifty minutes before House usually graced them with his presence. He was about to turn back to the table when he glanced in to House's office.
The man was watching him with half lidded eyes.
Feeling playful, Chase waved at him. Walking back to his seat, he plopped down in his chair. His actions woke Foreman up and he now had access to the paper again. He picked up the business section and began to scan it, feeling content.
Scowling as he wiped sweat from his forehead and drool from the corner of his mouth, Foreman rose from the table. He stomped over to the thermostat and immediately turned it down. "I don't know who's been fucking with this, but if you do it again, you'll be the next patient we treat!"
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3. Wednesday
"Do you have any idea why we are here?" Hands on his hips, Chase looked between Cameron, Foreman, and Wilson for answers. When he got shrugs and blanks stares, he sighed and walked over to the break room table. "Wonder what House's up to now."
"Whatever it is, it can't be good. There's no windows or glass doors, means no witnesses." Gesturing around them, Foreman sat back in the chair next to the door. If shit went down, he would be the first one out.
"Relax, I'm sure there's nothing wrong. We all know House would make sure there were witnesses if he was mad." Wilson, being the voice of reason, was next to the sink. A secret bottle of whiskey was stashed in the broken cup holder. If the ducks were fired, he was prepared. "There's nothing to worry about."
The door on the break room swung open to reveal a psychotically cheerful House. "Good news, children, Halloween came early!" Limping over to Foreman, House held up a fistful of tootsiepops. "They are unmolested, undrugged, untampered with in any way that the factory wouldn't approve of." When the black doctor refused to take one, House released an orange one in to his lap. Crossing the room, House tossed a brown one to Cameron. "Eat up, I don't share with just anyone.
Holding up the candy with something akin to horror, Cameron examined it carefully. "Why are you sharing these with us. You've threatened anyone who has even dared so much as to go near them."
"Everyone except Chase." Foreman knew he sounded bitter, which he was. Chase got away with murder and House still didn't fire him. Deciding to just get it over with, he pulled the wrapper off his and stuck it in his mouth. To his surprise, it wasn't tampered with.
"I've had a change of heart." Handing a blue one to Wilson, House turned to face the final person in the room.
Pulling the wrapper off his, Wilson did a quick finger sweep for any powdery residue. "That and Cuddy told you to share or she'd start making you pay for them." Finding none, he stuck it in his mouth.
"Now why did you have go to and ruin my moment of generosity with the truth?" Coming to a stop in front of Chase, House held out the last two tootsiepops to him. As the younger man reached out for one, he pulled it back quickly. "Too slow."
"Very funny, House." Still, Chase moved faster the next try and grabbed one. Holding up the red one, he smirked at House. "Thanks."
"Any time." Strutting over to lean against the counter next to Wilson, House pulled the paper off his own tootsiepop. He quickly stuck the candy in his cheek and glanced about the room with an amused look.
Growing suspicious, Wilson followed House's gaze. He would make a quick circuit of the room, but his eyes kept coming back to something. When Wilson caught on, he looked directly at the source of House's distraction.
Pulling the tootsiepop slowly from between his teeth, Chase gave a moan of pleasure. "I love these things."
Jaw slack, Wilson sunk a little further down until the front of his pants were loose. Turning slightly, he hissed at House through clenched teeth. "You bastard."
Snickering, House twirled his own candy.
Blissfully unaware, Chase began to suck the tootsiepop between his lips, staining them bright red.
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4. Thursday
"Have you been in my locker?" Staring directly at House, Chase tried not to look too uncomfortable.
"No." Looking up from his computer screen, House caught Chase fidgeting. His eyes tracked the younger man's hand across his lower body as they tugged at his pants. "Do you have a condition that needs looking at?"
"No!" Shaking his head, Chase released his jeans quickly. The tips of his ears turning pink, he plastered on a smile. "I'm just fine."
"Okay. Is that all?" He watched as Chase's fingers twitched and started to slide back to his pants.
"Nope, I'm okay. Just wanted to know, is all." Spinning slowly, Chase had to stop and tug the jeans from the crack of his ass. He made it to the door before they rode up again. With a growl and savage twist, he jerked them down until the tops of his ass cheeks were visible. Walking bow legged, he scuttled to the elevator.
Neck nearly snapping as his head turned to follow Chase, Wilson's jaw dropped. The too tight shirt showed the top of his belly button and the hair line that flowed to just where his jeans stopped. Eyes tracking every twist of muscle visible above his hem line, Wilson stopped breathing for a moment.
Slapping the elevator button, Chase impatiently waited for the lift to arrive. He would be damned if he took the stairs in a belly shirt and hot pants.
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5. Friday
"What happened to you?" Entering the Diagnostic's conference room, Foreman didn't really care for an answer from House, but it would seem impolite to Cameron if he didn't ask. She would never let him rest until he did.
Cameron, who was busy pouring House a mug of coffee, gave Foreman a smile. "House broke a finger this morning on his way to work."
"What she said." Smiling vapidly at Cameron, House used his good hand to take the mug from her. Holding up his right hand, he showed off the splint that held his injured appendage.
Snorting in to the starbucks' cup he held, Foreman set his folders on the table. "This I gotta hear. How exactly did you break your finger?"
"I was calmly trying to give directions to a passing driver on where to go when I forgot I didn't have the window rolled down." Lowering his arm, House set it gently on the table. "The ungrateful bastard didn't even stop to see if I was okay."
"Right, I'm sure you were supposed to be his top concern." Rolling his eyes at the hurt look on House's face, Foreman sat down and began to flip through the charts of his patients.
A relative peace filled the room as each of the doctors settled down to their own charts. It was only broken by the occasional throat clearing or mug touching the table.
Fifteen minutes later, Chase came staggering in to the conference room, a hand over his face as he yawned. "Sorry, late night." Staggering over to the coffee pot, he poured himself a mug. When he tasted it, his eyes opened wide and he turned to the sink to spit it out.
Affronted, Cameron crossed her arms and huffed. "I made that!"
"I could tell." Using his finger and the hot water, Chase scrubbed at his teeth and tongue. When he had sufficiently gotten the flavor out of his mouth, Chase rinsed out his mug and set it by the sink. "I'm going to the cafeteria for coffee."
"Okie Doke." House waited until Chase started to pass before shoving his folders off the table. "Oh darn, I'm such a klutz this morning. Would you be so kind as to pick those up for me?"
Eyeing his boss through unbrushed bangs, Chase tried to be stern. Once he caught sight of House's finger, he snorted. Bending over, he started to gather up the papers.
Not bothering to hide his amusement over watching the other man's ass, House grinned. The smile on his face disappeared when Chase stood up and deposited the folders on the table.
"There, that should do it." Chase blew the hair off his face and tried to rearrange it in an order of semblance.
Seeing the man was distracted, House swiped his mug over the opposite side of the table, knocking a pencil off. "Oops, butter fingers! Chase, since you're up."
With a sigh, Chase nodded as he tracked the pencil under the rolling book shelf with his eyes. Getting down on all fours, Chase had to stretch out to reach the pencil.
House cocked his head to the side as Chase's jeans stretched taught. His eyes followed each curve as the younger man shifted to avoid cramping.
Chase sat up quickly, holding the pencil aloft in triumph. "Got it!"
"You sure do." Taking back the pencil, House slid his lap under the table. "Thank you, Chase, that will be all."
"Yes, Master House." Mood soured, Chase staggered out of the conference room.
Having seen the entire thing, Cameron could only stare in shocked horror at House.
Humming to himself, House began to unwrap the splint around his finger. When he had it off, he flexed it a couple times then tossed the splint and gauze in the trash.
Snickering, Foreman turned the page on his patient's chart. "You do realize you're going to hell for that, right?"
In outrage, Cameron stood up from the table and stormed out of the conference room.
"Very special hell."
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1. Next Monday
Opening the door to the fifth floor supply closet, Chase glanced about it in surprise. The note in House's hand writing had said meet him there. Despite the unusual circumstances, Chase had come expecting to find his boss there. Instead, all he found were what was to be expected, hospital supplies.
Standing in the doorway, he reached up to tug on the light cord so he could examine the contents further. May be House wanted him to find out what he was after on his own. He wouldn't put it past the man. So far, all he found were dozens of rolls of toilet paper, spare bed lennons, gloves, bedpans, lubricants, disinfectant, hospital gowns, cotton swabs, tongue depressors...
Chase was interrupted in his inventory by a hand sliding down his ass to cop a feel. Spinning to confront his grabber, he found himself being bodily shoved in to the closet. He landed on the rolls of toilet paper with a grunt of surprise. "House! What do you think you're doing?"
"Time for your physical, Dr. Chase." Closing the closet door behind him, House smiled at his confused employee. "The doctor is in." With a quick grin, he reached up and tugged on the light cord.
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Two hours later.
Cuddy watched as Dr. Chase walked passed her office and in to the free clinic. It wasn't that he was taking House's hours that caught her attention, but the way he was walking. She knew that walk! Shaking her head, she reached over to her desk phone and hit the speed dial. House had finally done it.
"Legal."
Sighing, she rubbed her forehead to alleviate the coming headache. "I need sexual harassment waver papers drawn up."
"Dr. House?"
"Who else."
THE END....................