Fic: Sex And The Single Wombat 1/1 House M.D.
Title: Sex And The Single Wombat. Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own House M.D. Characters: Chase, House, Wilson, Amber. Words: 5488 Prompt: Wilson dates someone, House wants to know who, Chase knows. Fandom: House M.D. Pairing: Chase/House, Wilson/Amber, Chase/OMC Rating: Adult - Graphic Warnings: Language, Violence, Feeding Kink, Slight Non-con. Summary: After a run in at a bar, Chase is pursued by a curious House. Author's Note: As close to a PWP as I can get without any real sex. ______________________________________
Chewing on his bottom lip, Chase scanned the patrons. It wasn't so busy that he couldn't tell who might be coming his way immediately. When that revealed nothing, he pushed up the sleeve of his jacket. Seven-thirty. Exhaling, he reached behind him for the cold glass. Not finding it, he spun around to face the bar.
His glass wasn't where he had left it. Since there was no one within reach, that meant the bartender had taken it. Clearing his throat, he thumped against the hard surface. When that didn't get the man's attention, Chase whistled.
Still, the man stayed talking to the girl at the far end.
"Hey, mate! Where's my drink?" Chase stared at the man in shock when all he did was flip him off. "Unbelievable."
"I know, what a cunt."
Snorting, Chased glanced over his shoulder at the woman. Something about her outline was familiar, so he turned around. It wasn't until he got a good look that he realized why. "Oh, I do know you."
"Then I feel sorry for you. Now, watch." Stepping up to the bar, she raised two fingers and whistled so loud it had Chase wincing. "If I have to come back there to get my own drink, the bottles aren't the only things getting corked!"
At that, the bartender scowled. Reluctantly, left his flirt and started their way.
Chase nodded. "I'm impressed. Is that learned or does it come natural?" Holding out his hand, he grinned at her. "Robert Chase."
"I know." She looked about to take his hand, then veered off at the last moment to push her hair behind her ear. "Amber, but you may call me Mistress."
"I see the corruption spreads quickly." That had both of them smiling. When Chase caught sight that the bartender was almost to them, he tapped his empty napkin. "What happened to my drink?"
"You were through." Picking up a rag, the man wiped down the area in front of Amber. "What can I get you, tight ass?"
"Nothing, I've changed my mind." Pushing her bag up higher on her shoulder, she smiled pleasantly for the man.
For several seconds, he stood there staring at her. When she wiggled her eyebrows at him, he snorted and shook his head. Walking away, he began to mutter under his breath.
Tapping Chase's napkin, she leaned over the bar again. "Where are you going? I haven't placed my order yet." When she leaned back, she tilted her head to the side and winked at Chase.
"Amber, please don't get us thrown out of another bar."
The voice came from behind Chase, startling him. Whipping his head back, he nearly fell over from the force. Luckily, the man caught him before he could.
"Whoa there...Chase?" Wilson froze halfway through helping stabilize the other man. Casting a glance to Amber, he took a quick breath. "Uh..."
"Hi, there, Wilson." Back on his own two feet, Chase shrugged free of the other man's hold. "So you two?" He gestured with one finger between Amber and Wilson.
"Uh." Swallowing, Wilson stepped away from Chase. He reached up to scratch at the back of his neck. "You see..."
For her part, Amber rolled her eyes. This was not going to happen all night, she wouldn't let it. "All right, you've caught me. I arranged it so we would accidentally bump in to each other here in the hopes of having a threesome." There was a moment of silence between the two men that had her narrowing her eyes. "That was a joke."
Coughing, Wilson pinked and look away. "Of course. I wasn't even thinking of it."
"Yeah. The idea is preposterous." Chase continued to shift his eyes from Amber to Wilson. When he seemed about to speak, Amber held up a hand to cut him off. Oh well. He snorted and turned back to face the bartender. "Seven-up, no ice."
"Yeah, yeah. Pussy." Picking up the can, the man slammed it down in front of Chase, unopened. "You gonna order for real this time, lady, or do I have you thrown out of here for dicken with me?"
"Actually, I'm just dicking with you." A self satisfied smirk in place, Amber slid her arm around Wilson's shoulders. She kissed him on the cheek to stop his gaping. "We're leaving now. Nice seeing you, Chase."
"Yeah, it's been great." But Chase wasn't paying attention to her. Can to his lips, he was busy looking anywhere but at the entrance.
"What?" Wilson had to blink several times. When he cleared his head, he planted his feet to keep her from dragging him away. "Hold on. We need to get something straight."
"That won't be a problem." Amber eyed Chase with a knowing grin. "He won't say anything to you-know-who." She tried tugging Wilson along with her. "Come along."
"He will too! He's still one of House's minions." Stubbornly, Wilson resisted her attempts to get him out of there by pulling free of her. He started to walk up to Chase, but another man stepped in to block his way.
"Hey, babe, sorry I'm late." Curling a finger under Chase's chin, the man tilted his head up until their eyes met. With a wide grin, he closed the distance. He pressed their lips together in a quick peck. As he pulled back, he gave Chase's lips a quick lick. "Did you miss?"
Mouth open in surprise, Wilson's eyes widened until they threatened to fall out of their sockets.
Beside him, Amber took a shuddering breath. "May be we should stay after all."
That snapped Wilson out of his shock. Snatching up her hand, he turned and fled the bar. He was almost dragging her as they left the restaurant.
Back at the bar, Chase cleared his throat and sat back on his stool. As he wiped his lips, he checked around the man for Wilson and Amber. Not finding them, he exhaled with relief. That was cut short when a hand on his chin forced him to look the man directly in the eye.
"Rule number one." Staring Chase down, the man shook his head once. "Unless I give you permission, eyes only on me or your feet."
"What?" Chase tried to snort, but the hand on his jaw clenched. Instead, all he managed was a pained wince.
"Rule number two." The man held up to fingers so Chase could see them clearly. "You will answer me with either 'yes, sir', or 'no, sir'! Got that?"
Swallowing, Chase tried to nod. When his head was shook for the effort, he opened his eyes and licked his lips. "Yes, sir."
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Entering the clinic the next morning was a treat for Chase. Where usually it felt like a duty, today he was almost jovial. It wasn't after glow, there hadn't been any of that for a while. The thought of that almost dimmed his exuberance, but failed to quash it completely. Still, that was a bummer, as the idiot the night before liked to repeat.
No, it was very simple.
Passing by a pissy looking House, Chase wanted to taunt him. It would most likely sound school girlish, and unoriginal, but so what. He couldn't hide the smile when the other man looked his way. The calculating frown he received in return only ratcheted up his happiness to giddy glee.
Now grinning like an idiot, he had to force himself to watch where he was going. There were a lot of people in this morning and that meant he would be busy. If there was an outbreak, he would most likely be working long hours again. Nothing new there.
Stringing his stethoscope over his neck, he stopped at the nurse's station. Tapping the counter in an odd beat, he smiled for Brenda. "Good morning, Brenda, how are you today?"
Her eyes slid over the counter towards House where he stood with a flustered looking woman. "He's been terrorizing the locals again. If he's not careful, they'll be brandishing torches and pitchforks." As she spoke, she slid aside the paperwork she had been filling in to pick up the folder underneath. "Exam room three, the patient refuses to be examined by House, again."
"Ah, another satisfied customer." Accepting the folder, Chase shared a chuckle with her. As he walked to the exam room, he felt House's gaze upon him. After years of practice, he knew how not to let it phase him. Still, at the door, he turned back long enough to stick his tongue out at the older doctor.
He couldn't help himself. Just something about that morning had him feeling five years-old again. May be it was the fact he was no longer under House's control. Or it could have something to do with the fact he was no longer deluding himself about a relationship with Cameron. Possibly, it was the fact he knew something that House didn't.
The world may never know.
Snickering, he pushed open the door. The moment he entered the room, all the silliness of the situation hit the road.
Standing against the exam table with his arms crossed, Wilson watched carefully. "Come in and close the door. We need to talk."
Checking the name on the patient file, Chase confirmed it was indeed Wilson. "All right." He kicked the door shut behind him. "Take your coat off and jump up on the table."
"What?" For several seconds, Wilson stood there looking at him. Glancing down at his body, he searched for an answer.
"If you're only here to take my time, you can leave right now. Unlike House, I actually care about my clinic duty." That wasn't technically true. He cared about getting the patients taken care of, clinic duty was just the medium.
When it became clear Chase wasn't kidding, Wilson sighed. He quickly slid the lab coat off his shoulders. Putting it over the exam table he turned to face Chase expectantly.
"Please get up on the table." Opening the folder, Chase began to examine the file. He took in the information, snorting at the notations made in a familiar hand. When he finished scanning the first page, he glanced up. "Dr. Wilson, please."
Shaking his head, Wilson put his hands to either side of him. He pushed down, pulling himself up on the table. Raising his eyebrows, he cleared his throat.
"Thank you." Chase skimmed over the next several pages. When he reached the last, he nodded and closed the file. "What can I help you with today?"
Wilson felt incredulous. For several seconds he sat there half-smiling. Then it occurred to him that may be Chase was for real. "Uh, I wanted to talk to you, actually."
"Well, while you are here, I noticed it's been more than six months since your last physical. As someone who is exposed to radiation on an almost daily basis, and a doctor, you are past due." Walking to the supply counter, Chase set the file down. He pressed his hand under the soap dispenser, then lathed both hands in it. "Is this about last night?"
"Yeah." He couldn't believe it. Chase was really going through with it. For a moment, Wilson started to panic. Running a hand over his chin, he swallowed. Realizing what he was doing, he cleared his throat and forced himself to sit up straight. "What were you doing with that man?"
"I should think it was obvious." After drying his hands off on a disposable towel, Chase threw it in the trash. He quickly slipped on a pair of gloves. "Any complaints or aches to report since your last physical?"
"None." As Chase approached, Wilson automatically pulled his shirt from his pants. "It looked like you were kissing him. Are you suddenly batting for the other team? Was House actually right about you?"
"There's nothing sudden about it. And House's said many things about me, you'd have to be more specific." Coming up beside Wilson, Chase slid the stethoscope plugs in to his ears. He slid the chest piece under the man's shirt and against his back. "Breathe deeply for me, please."
Taking a quick breath, Wilson held it. He exhaled when Chase switched sides. Surprisingly, the metal piece had been warmed before placed against his skin. It was something he tried to remember to do, but knew from experience House never did. "Does House know?"
"About what? My choice in dating partners or you and Amber? I have to admit, I can see the appeal. Though, I don't think House would be flattered." Slipping off his stethoscope, he draped it back around his neck. Chase reached up to run his fingers along Wilson's neck, checking the lymph nodes. "Any swelling, atypical allergic reactions?"
"None. I'm still allergic to the same things. Haven't had a cold in almost seven months." Grunting, he swallowed when Chase's fingers released his throat. Lowering his chin, he noticed for the first time how close the other doctor was. "Amber and I are...complicated. It's not something we have really been able decide a classification for. There is one thing we can agree on."
"House can't know?" He waited for Wilson to nod before continuing. "As long as I can rely upon your discretion, you can count on mine." Reaching out for Wilson's belt, Chase kept his gaze on his hands. He made quick work of the buckle, leaving it to hang as he unbuttoned the older man's pants. When he dropped the zipper, he looked up to find Wilson watching the ceiling. "Please stand up."
Holding his breath, Wilson clenched his jaw and pushed off the table. The first tentative touch on his boxers caused him to shiver. Once they were open, Chase's actions became more confident. The gloves were surprisingly warm when they cupped his balls. Automatically, he turned his head and made several abortive attempts at coughing.
"Very good. Nice round shape, no deformations or lumps. Or signs of erectile disfunction." Chase wasn't completely sure he could keep the smirk from his voice. Releasing Wilson's balls, he turned away from him. "Please turn around, drop your pants, and grab the exam table."
Wilson felt his eyes go wide. Shaking his head, he started to grab for his pants. "Chase."
"It's either me or Doctor House." Lubricant in hand, Chase faced Wilson again. Holding it up, he shook the bottle from side to side. "I promise to make it good for you too."
Near hysterical, Wilson found himself giggling. This wasn't supposed to be happening. "What about taking my blood pressure or body temperature?"
"If you wish, I can do the latter while you are in the position." Chase sighed when that seemed to only make the man go pale. "Relax, I know what I'm doing. I've done this several times. We'll get to the rest after I'm through here."
Very reluctantly, Wilson turned to face the exam table. His hands shook as he grabbed the waistband of his pants and boxers. Closing his eyes, he pushed them down. With nothing left to do, he positioned his legs slightly apart and bent over.
"So, how long have you and Amber been going out?" Kneeling, Chase checked the area around Wilson's ass. He began to shake the bottle to dislodge the lubricant. "You've been working out. I wish Cameron's bum only looked half this great when were going out."
"Can we please not talk about my ass while you're down there?" Hearing the sputtering wheeze of the lubricant bottle being squeezed, Wilson's ass involuntarily clenched. He whimpered when he heard it being spread over Chase's gloved finger. "We've been going out for about...What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"You're too tense. If I push in now, I might hurt you." Rubbing his thumb over the Wilson's ass, Chase rolled his eyes. "I know House did your last physical, but certainly you can grasp this."
"No, no, I don't think so. Please, just get it over with." Hanging his head, Wilson grunted as the finger was pushed inside him. He had to resist the urge to push back. His body tightened around Chase's finger as he shuddered. It wasn't helped by the fact that Chase most certainly knew what he was doing.
Moaning, he lost hold of himself and arched in to Chase's hold. Catching himself, he groaned in disgust. "Oh, god, oh. Please, just, hurry."
Chase couldn't help himself as he started to chuckle. The older man was clearly enjoying the exam, but was fighting it. Finding nothing unusual, he withdrew his finger. "Everything seems to be okay. I'll need a urine sample to confirm, though."
Breathing like he had just run a marathon, Wilson remained in position. He could only nod as his body temperature threatened to burn him from the inside out. Wilson nearly jumped out of his skin when Chase patted his ass.
"Good job, I've seen men take it harder." Snapping off his gloves, Chase crossed to the medical waste bin and threw them inside. "From your reaction, I think you would enjoy a little anal play. It's something to think about for you and Amber."
"I now know why House was constantly threatening to throttle you." Coughing, Wilson bent over to pick up his boxers and pants. Pulling them up, he turned to glare at Chase. His face was ruddy as he tucked himself back in. "You enjoyed that."
"Hardly. Whatever you may think, I'm still a professional." Walking over to the supply counter, Chase picked up the folder and a pen. Keeping his back to Wilson, he was able to hide the smirk. Filling out the paperwork was a snap and over quickly. "The nurse will finish taking your vitals. Otherwise, you're healthy. Congratulations, Dr. Wilson."
Taking a deep breath, Wilson bit back a retort. It wasn't called for, no matter what he suspected or knew. "Thank you."
"You're quite welcome." Chase knew he was pushing it, but reaching in to his lab coat, he pulled out a sucker. Walking over to Wilson, he hand it to him. "Now, be a good boy for your mommy."
Wilson just glared. "You're a bastard, you know that."
"So I've been told." When it was taken, Chase shrugged and unwrapped the sucker. Popping it in his mouth, he winked and walked to the door. He paused long enough to snicker then he was out.
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Chase made it to lunch before the morning caught up with him. Standing in line with his tray, waiting to pay for his food, a large chicken salad dropped on top of his mashed potatoes and roast beef. Knowing who it was without even having to turn, Chase grit his teeth and pushed his tray forward.
"Rumor has it that you molested my Wilson and that he liked it. Care to comment?" Using his fork as a microphone, House stuck it in Chase's face.
With a scowl, Chase shoved the other man's hand away. "I can neither confirm or deny if a Dr. Wilson is my patient. You know that." On the inside, that little kid was back, complete with finger pointing and tongue poking.
"Oh, now you've gone and made me curious." Tsking him, House pushed the tray forward until it was bumping in to the one belonging to the person in front of Chase. "Hey, you wanna move it? This isn't a parking lot."
That did it! Elbowing House in the side, Chase cleared him back until he had room. Leaving the tray behind, food and all, he stormed towards the exit. He no longer worked for the man, which meant there was now a limit to what he would put with.
Heading out in to the hall, he heard someone calling him, but tuned them out. Whoever it was could rot in hell with the Prince of Diagnostics. He knew that now that House had it in his head there was something to know, the personal siege would begin. Well let it, he had endured the man's full onslaught before. Only now, he had the option of having House thrown about by security.
Those guys were just looking for an excuse.
Smirking over that thought, Chase continued on around the bend towards the elevators. The Surgical Lounge was on the fourth floor. While it wouldn't keep House out, the lack of anything spectacular he liked deterred him. By the time he reached the elevator banks, the person calling his name was now close enough to identify.
Groaning, he went passed them and ran straight for the stairs. Glenda Goody Two-Shoes was the last person he wanted to talk with. Taking them two at a time, he gets off on the second floor, just in case. Darting back towards obstetrics, he bypassed the elevator and another stairwell.
He came round the bend to the outpatient elevators. There were four people waiting for the lift cars to arrive, which meant he would have to wait for the next to go up. Checking his watch, he found there were still fifty minutes left in his lunch break. If he caught the elevator down, he could get to the employee parking lot in three minutes.
It had been weeks since he had had lunch outside the hospital. The change would be nice.
The ding of the elevator bell drew his attention. Smiling at the older woman in a wheelchair and what he assumed to be her grand son pushing her, Chase gestured for them to get on first. After the young pregnant couple got on, only then Chase follow.
He was about to reach up and press the button when a familiar cane came in to sight. Instead of hitting the floor, Chase hit the 'door close'. His smirk was the last thing House saw before the doors closed. Chase hit the parking level button with a little more force than necessary. Looking his left, he found the four people staring at him. "He is my former boss."
A round of enlightened nods were the responses.
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Sipping his hot chocolate, Chase considered his options. He could call what's his name again, just to see if last night had been a fluke. Most likely not, the man was all hot air. He could try another woman, but that left him with the question of where to start looking.
When he pulled back from the steaming mug, a dab of residue clung to his upper lip. He licked it off with a sound of appreciation. He would be liking it more if he weren't having to drink it on an empty stomach. Checking his watch, he found it was twenty minutes since he had ordered. "Where the hell is that steak?"
"Judging from the service here, still on the cow."
Chase groaned as House sat across from him. He stared at the other man when he picked up the menu from behind the condiments. "Why did you follow me?"
"Thirteen killed another patient. I figured you could give her a little moral support after I fired her. After all, you've got experience." House glanced up from his menu to see what kind of response that earned him. When he didn't get one, he frowned. "How does the rump roast look? I hear you're an expert."
Chase picked up his mug. Sipping it, he considered House's statement. The man was either fishing for confirmation or he was teasing. If the latter, then Wilson was a big fat tattler. There that kid was again. Only one way to find out. "He tastes salty and a little bitter."
"Well isn't that interesting." Setting his menu down, House folded his arms behind his head. "Foreman always said you were an ass licker, guess this proves it."
A loud clatter was followed by the sound of shattering plates.
Back going ramrod straight, Chase closed his eyes. With a small hop, he scooted out of the booth and stood up. Careful to step over the scattered mashed potatoes, he ignored the server trying to pick up his lunch. Heading for the restaurant front, he heard House climb out of the booth.
That gave him enough incentive to ignore the cries of his waiter. The little bastard had dropped the steak, he could damn well pay for it. He stopped at the hostess' podium to slip her a five for the two hot chocolates, then rushed for the door.
Stepping out in to the freezing January afternoon, Chase shrugged deeper in to his lab coat. It was only a short walk to his car, but it felt endless in the driving wind. Climbing in to his car, he decided to forego trying another place. Fastfood may be greasy, but it was going to be the only thing he had time for. Unfortunately, just as he put the key in the ignition, the passenger door opened.
Without so much as a hello, House dropped himself in the seat and slammed the door shut. Locking the bolt, he grabbed the seatbelt and buckled himself in. He grinned like an excited kid at Chase. "Where are you taking me now, Mr. Chase?"
Chase was not amused.
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By the time he pulled back up at the hospital, Chase was about ready to drive in to oncoming traffic if it meant taking House to hell with him. Putting the car in to park, he wiped excess ketchup from his cheek. The 'accidentally' exploding packet had covered him and half the front seat. When he was certain he wouldn't kill the other man, Chase faced House.
Happily sucking on his milkshake, House grinned at the younger doctor. "Mmm!" When he finished the mouthful, he released the straw. Then he stuffed half his remaining Bigmac in his mouth. He started to chew with his mouth open. "Thanks!"
"Don't mention it." Chase knew it came out as a snarl, but didn't care.
"Again, so sorry about ruining your Mcnuggets!" The grin said he was lying. Holding up the remaining bit of his sandwich, House made a show of stuffing it in his mouth.
Chase snapped. Lunging across the console, he grabbed House by the lapels of his biker jacket. His mouth opened in a snarl as he slammed their lips together.
At first, House started to chuckle. Then he realized what Chase's tongue was doing. Eyes narrowing, he tried to bite down. Chase was quicker, sucking the burger from his mouth.
He didn't take the time to chew, just swallowed everything he stole from House's mouth. When his mouth empty, his tongue went back for more. He found that everything was already gone from House's mouth. Chase groaned and started to pull back. He tried to let House go, but a hand on the back of his head held him in place.
Eyes going wide, Chase struggled against House. The other's tongue slipped between his lips, running over his teeth. Chase tried to ask House what he thought he was doing, but the kiss prevented him from forming the words. Eventually, his struggles allowed him to break away.
Growling, House broke off, licking his lips. "What? Only you're allowed to fondle people? Or is it that you only like them when they aren't interested? It's no wonder poor little Cameron gave you the boot!"
"I dumped her because she's still pining for you." Sitting back in the driver's seat, Chase gave a humorless chuckle. "She'd probably have a coronary if she knew about this."
"It's not like she doesn't already know." House made sure Chase was facing him before saying the rest. "I've made no secret about the fact I use whores."
"Get the hell out of my car!" Chase pointed out towards his passenger side door. When House made no move to get out, he leaned over the console to reach the handle.
That was when House made his move. Grabbing Chase by the back of his neck, he shoved him face first in to his crotch.
Flailing, Chase found himself buried in the crease between House's legs. As he struggled to get a grip on anything, he felt heat against his cheek. The hand on his neck slid up in to his hair, turning his face in to his zipper. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of House watching him.
Reaching down with his other hand, House grabbed the zipper pull. "Use your teeth and you'll lose them."
As the zipper was opened, Chase sucked in a breath through his teeth. The hand in his hair forced him closer. Licking his lips, he continued to watch House.
"Now, open your mouth and say ah!" House gasped as the wet heat slipped around him. Swallowing, he closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the rest.
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Laying back against the pillows of his bed, House dragged his fingers up Chase's spine. When the man arched in to his touch, he stopped. "I think I am going to ask Cuddy to fire you. May be threaten to quit if she doesn't."
"She won't believe you." Facing resting upon House's bare thigh, Chase inhaled the scent of the older man. "You've threatened one too many times." Closing his eyes, he shifted until he was half covering House's left leg.
House frowned, glaring down at the younger man. "You're probably right. I'll think of something to torture her with. I wonder how long it would take her to give in if I keep stealing her bras." He slipped his fingers in to the younger man's hair, tightening the grip until he knew it was painful. "Then again, I could keep you tied up here until she fired you for not showing up."
"Wouldn't work. Wilson will eventually come over, that's if they don't look here first." Chase kept his eyes closed even as House used his hair to angle his head. He knew where the other man was going with this long before he encountered the length of House's cock. "Face it, there's no way I'm coming back."
"I thought you learned by now." Pushing Chase's face in to his pubic hair, he eased his legs a little further apart. Gasping when his thigh gave him a little trouble, he released Chase's hair. "I always get what I want."
With a sigh, Chase opened his eyes and sat up. He spun around and slid out of House's bed. Crossing the room to the bundle of clothes on the floor, he riffled through pockets until he came up with a bottle. Strolling in to the bathroom, he filled the rinse glass with water. He carried both the bottle and glass back to the bed.
House took them from him, not even bothering to thank him. Popping one of the pills in to his mouth, he washed it down with half the glass. He thrust the glass back in to Chase's waiting hands, and set the pill bottle on the nightstand. "Now, where were we?"
"I'm not coming back to work for you." After putting the cup back on the sink, Chase came back to the bed. There, he settled between House's legs. He turned so that he could mouth the inside of the older man's scarred thigh.
Scowling again, House thumped Chase on the top of his head. "Kinky little shit." When that didn't stop the lathing of his scarred flesh, he growled and grabbed Chase by the hair again. Pulling his head up until Chase was staring at him with slitted eyes, he shook a finger in front of his face. "I'm going to get you back under me if it's the last thing you do."
"I like being on top." Chase pursed his lips until he kissed the tip of House's finger. Sticking his tongue out, he licked up the top knuckle before sucking it in to his mouth.
"If you're going to be my pet, there's a few rules." He shook Chase's head from side to side before letting his hair go. "One, no humping the children's legs. This includes Foreman. Number two, Wilson's crotch is off limits, no matter how much you wanna sniff it. Roman Numeral three, your ass is mine, exclusively. Whenever I want it, however I want it. Four, well, actually I can't think of a four just yet. But there will be one!"
"Sure." Grinning, Chase went back down to nuzzling House's leg.
"That was too easy." House watched the younger man with suspicion. "What are you keeping from me?"
Eyes wide, Chase glanced up from between House's legs. "Nothing, House." Then, with a curl of his tongue, he sank his lips over the tip of the older man's erection.
House hissed from the sensation, watching as he was deep throated. "Don't think this is over." He moaned. "Just delayed. I'll find...what! You're hiding."
As Chase chuckled around House's erection, he felt the man shiver under him. He wondered if he stuck his tongue out now, would House notice.