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A non-Heroes fic. Wow. I feel weird. More proof that I've been watching way too much House lately. My muse is just on hyperdrive lately and I always get at least one bunny whenever I watch a new show with loads of slashy subtext. So this happened.
Title: Tease
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: House/Chase
Summary: House wonders why Chase doesn't just quit.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
“Why don’t you just quit?”
Chase stared at House, chart forgotten in his hand.
“Quit?”
“If I wanted a parrot, I’d get one. Why does everyone insist on repeating everything I say?”
“Maybe because half of what you say is insane and we’re hoping we heard wrong.”
“Well, you should be used to my brilliant deductions by now. so stop it.”
“Fine. Why would I quit?”
“Because I treat you like crap and you’re constantly moaning about it.”
“I don’t moan about---“
“What’s the difference? You’re going to treat me like crap anyway,” House singsonged, scrunching up his face as he were about to cry.
Chase gritted his teeth, forcing himself to look as vexed as he truly did.
“That was once.”
“Oh, but you think it. All those times you roll your eyes when I call you an idiot, say Foreman’s smarter than you, call you a scared, little wombat.”
“I don’t quit because I like my job.”
“You enjoy being verbally abused?”
“No. That I could do without.”
“Then quit and find yourself another job. You’re a good doctor. I’m sure there’s lots of hospitals that would love to take you in.”
“You admit that I’m a good doctor.”
“I admitted that when I hired you.”
“But I wasn’t the best you could have hired. There were others---“
“I’m sorry. I thought the subject of discussion was why you don’t quit.”
“I already told you.”
“I don’t buy it.”
“You’re a good doctor.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere.”
“I want to learn from you.”
“You want to be my little lapdog.”
Chase stuttered, gaping at House in shock and rising apprehension.
“What?”
“You never disagree with me when I’m dead set on doing something, Even when Foreman and Cameron are stonewalling me, you bow your head and give me what I want. And you’re constantly kissing my ass. Some nights when I’m all alone in my bed I swear I can feel your tongue down there.”
The chart nearly slipped from Chase’s limp fingers. He shut his mouth, aware that he was gaping like a fish, and struggled to find something, anything to extricate himself from this situation and not look like a total fool, but it was a bit too late for that, wasn’t it? Then he noticed something. House’s last words. They weren’t mocking. Not sarcastic or gleefully poking at his insecurities, but rather darkly suggestive. His eyes gleamed, sweeping over Chase like a searing brand, making his blood warm and he was sure he was blushing.
“About the hiring,” House said, voice low and smooth like a serpent sliding across the air towards him. “You’re right. There were better. Not much, but... maybe I just enjoyed the view.”
His eyes burned into Chase’s, who floundered, panicking and flat out terrified of saying a word in fear that the bubble would burst and House would laugh in his face for falling for such an obvious ruse or worse still, that he’s give himself away, though he likely had already. House wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be. This was all just another game, mess with stupid Chase fun time, not a genuine proposition. How could it be? He was House. Obsessed with hookers, breasts, and everything female House.
“You’re messing with me.”
“Am I?”
House dropped his gaze to the front of Chase’s trousers, tilting his head as if he were contemplating a chocolate cake at a five star restaurant and Chase covered himself with the chart, gasping.
“The tests came back negative,” Cameron announced, entering the office, and Chase jumped back as if he’d done something wrong..
“Are you alright?” she asked, frowning in genuine concern.
“Yeah, sure. Fine.”
Too many denials. Shit. From the corner of his very embarrassed eyes, he saw House grinning.
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Working with the man for the rest of the day was impossible. One could almost classify it as torture. Though House didn’t say a single suggestive word, that somehow made everything worse, for sooner or later he’d slip a bomb in Chase’s path at the worst possible instance and Chase might wind up crashing into a gurney or stabbing himself with a syringe or never being able to look Cameron or Foreman in the eye ever again. But there were looks, tiny glimmers flashing when the other two were occupied elsewhere and Chase fought to keep his mind on his work, but how could he when the living shadow of those eyes slithered up his back, curling around his spine so that any object or theory made him think of House bent over his desk, taking him against the lab table, pushing him against the wall until he came splashing into his hand? In his vain struggle to flee the man’s presence, he didn’t bother to counter anything he said, following orders without question, ignoring Cameron’s worried looks and Foreman’s questions. Then when the nightmarish day was finally over and he was about to lunge for sweet freedom, House winked. Winked! Chase smacked his hip against the door frame on his way out.
Uninterrupted sleep was too much to ask for. He jerked off twice before the House fantasies left him alone, though to say “in peace” would be stretching it too far.
“I see you didn’t file a sexual harassment complaint with Cuddy,” House said as he entered the office the next morning. The room was conspicuously empty save for House, who leaned against the table, legs stretched out in front of him in complete nonchalance.
“Why would I? You’ve made sexual comments before.”
“Not like that, I haven’t. Though you never complained about those, either. I’m thinking that you enjoyed them.”
Chase avoided House’s eyes as he set down his bag on the other side of the table, taking off his jacket.
“And I think you’re just trying to get a rise out of me.”
“Of course. But what kind?”
Moving faster than any man with such a severe limp should be able to, House rushed towards him and Chase backed away, circling the table, but he wasn’t quick enough and House trapped him in the corner between the glass wall and the counter, cane on one side, arm on the other. House reached out past Chase’s ear and tugged the blinds shut. Chase’s breath quickened. The man was too close, his face looming over him, eyes dark and mischievous and Chase opened his mouth but couldn’t think of anything to say. There was nothing he could say, nothing that would dissuade House from sliding closer still and laying his mouth on Chase’s and now he really couldn’t breathe. His lips were soft, inquisitive, yet not pushing or commanding like Chase expected, though maybe that would come later, if this wasn’t a joke or a fantasy, but he was here, awake and not hallucinating as far as he could tell, and House was kissing him. a hand slid up his hair, holding him in place and Chase surrendered himself to the sensation, kissing back, giving himself as if this was the only time House would allow him to do so, which it very well could be. The hell with consequences. All that he felt was the ardor of House’s mouth, the heat of his breath, the piquant taste of his morning coffee clinging to his lips. House pulled back after a final nip and looked at him, expression soft, almost fond.
“Interesting.”
Chase sagged against the counter. What had he expected? A florid declaration of love?
“Hey”, House continued, smiling, “It’s a compliment. I wouldn’t like you if you were boring.”
Title: Tease
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: House/Chase
Summary: House wonders why Chase doesn't just quit.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own words.
“Why don’t you just quit?”
Chase stared at House, chart forgotten in his hand.
“Quit?”
“If I wanted a parrot, I’d get one. Why does everyone insist on repeating everything I say?”
“Maybe because half of what you say is insane and we’re hoping we heard wrong.”
“Well, you should be used to my brilliant deductions by now. so stop it.”
“Fine. Why would I quit?”
“Because I treat you like crap and you’re constantly moaning about it.”
“I don’t moan about---“
“What’s the difference? You’re going to treat me like crap anyway,” House singsonged, scrunching up his face as he were about to cry.
Chase gritted his teeth, forcing himself to look as vexed as he truly did.
“That was once.”
“Oh, but you think it. All those times you roll your eyes when I call you an idiot, say Foreman’s smarter than you, call you a scared, little wombat.”
“I don’t quit because I like my job.”
“You enjoy being verbally abused?”
“No. That I could do without.”
“Then quit and find yourself another job. You’re a good doctor. I’m sure there’s lots of hospitals that would love to take you in.”
“You admit that I’m a good doctor.”
“I admitted that when I hired you.”
“But I wasn’t the best you could have hired. There were others---“
“I’m sorry. I thought the subject of discussion was why you don’t quit.”
“I already told you.”
“I don’t buy it.”
“You’re a good doctor.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere.”
“I want to learn from you.”
“You want to be my little lapdog.”
Chase stuttered, gaping at House in shock and rising apprehension.
“What?”
“You never disagree with me when I’m dead set on doing something, Even when Foreman and Cameron are stonewalling me, you bow your head and give me what I want. And you’re constantly kissing my ass. Some nights when I’m all alone in my bed I swear I can feel your tongue down there.”
The chart nearly slipped from Chase’s limp fingers. He shut his mouth, aware that he was gaping like a fish, and struggled to find something, anything to extricate himself from this situation and not look like a total fool, but it was a bit too late for that, wasn’t it? Then he noticed something. House’s last words. They weren’t mocking. Not sarcastic or gleefully poking at his insecurities, but rather darkly suggestive. His eyes gleamed, sweeping over Chase like a searing brand, making his blood warm and he was sure he was blushing.
“About the hiring,” House said, voice low and smooth like a serpent sliding across the air towards him. “You’re right. There were better. Not much, but... maybe I just enjoyed the view.”
His eyes burned into Chase’s, who floundered, panicking and flat out terrified of saying a word in fear that the bubble would burst and House would laugh in his face for falling for such an obvious ruse or worse still, that he’s give himself away, though he likely had already. House wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be. This was all just another game, mess with stupid Chase fun time, not a genuine proposition. How could it be? He was House. Obsessed with hookers, breasts, and everything female House.
“You’re messing with me.”
“Am I?”
House dropped his gaze to the front of Chase’s trousers, tilting his head as if he were contemplating a chocolate cake at a five star restaurant and Chase covered himself with the chart, gasping.
“The tests came back negative,” Cameron announced, entering the office, and Chase jumped back as if he’d done something wrong..
“Are you alright?” she asked, frowning in genuine concern.
“Yeah, sure. Fine.”
Too many denials. Shit. From the corner of his very embarrassed eyes, he saw House grinning.
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Working with the man for the rest of the day was impossible. One could almost classify it as torture. Though House didn’t say a single suggestive word, that somehow made everything worse, for sooner or later he’d slip a bomb in Chase’s path at the worst possible instance and Chase might wind up crashing into a gurney or stabbing himself with a syringe or never being able to look Cameron or Foreman in the eye ever again. But there were looks, tiny glimmers flashing when the other two were occupied elsewhere and Chase fought to keep his mind on his work, but how could he when the living shadow of those eyes slithered up his back, curling around his spine so that any object or theory made him think of House bent over his desk, taking him against the lab table, pushing him against the wall until he came splashing into his hand? In his vain struggle to flee the man’s presence, he didn’t bother to counter anything he said, following orders without question, ignoring Cameron’s worried looks and Foreman’s questions. Then when the nightmarish day was finally over and he was about to lunge for sweet freedom, House winked. Winked! Chase smacked his hip against the door frame on his way out.
Uninterrupted sleep was too much to ask for. He jerked off twice before the House fantasies left him alone, though to say “in peace” would be stretching it too far.
“I see you didn’t file a sexual harassment complaint with Cuddy,” House said as he entered the office the next morning. The room was conspicuously empty save for House, who leaned against the table, legs stretched out in front of him in complete nonchalance.
“Why would I? You’ve made sexual comments before.”
“Not like that, I haven’t. Though you never complained about those, either. I’m thinking that you enjoyed them.”
Chase avoided House’s eyes as he set down his bag on the other side of the table, taking off his jacket.
“And I think you’re just trying to get a rise out of me.”
“Of course. But what kind?”
Moving faster than any man with such a severe limp should be able to, House rushed towards him and Chase backed away, circling the table, but he wasn’t quick enough and House trapped him in the corner between the glass wall and the counter, cane on one side, arm on the other. House reached out past Chase’s ear and tugged the blinds shut. Chase’s breath quickened. The man was too close, his face looming over him, eyes dark and mischievous and Chase opened his mouth but couldn’t think of anything to say. There was nothing he could say, nothing that would dissuade House from sliding closer still and laying his mouth on Chase’s and now he really couldn’t breathe. His lips were soft, inquisitive, yet not pushing or commanding like Chase expected, though maybe that would come later, if this wasn’t a joke or a fantasy, but he was here, awake and not hallucinating as far as he could tell, and House was kissing him. a hand slid up his hair, holding him in place and Chase surrendered himself to the sensation, kissing back, giving himself as if this was the only time House would allow him to do so, which it very well could be. The hell with consequences. All that he felt was the ardor of House’s mouth, the heat of his breath, the piquant taste of his morning coffee clinging to his lips. House pulled back after a final nip and looked at him, expression soft, almost fond.
“Interesting.”
Chase sagged against the counter. What had he expected? A florid declaration of love?
“Hey”, House continued, smiling, “It’s a compliment. I wouldn’t like you if you were boring.”
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“Maybe because half of what you say is insane and we’re hoping we heard wrong.”
And that is very Chase.
Loved this! Even though I haven't watched House in...well, a while.
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Thank you! It's so good to know that I got they're voices right, because the fist time is especially tricky (and House is so complicated).
I'm almost all caught up with the third season. I figure that I watched most of the fourth in the USA marathon and I saw the fifth online (though not the latest episode), but the later ones have a serious Chase deficiency.
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House is insane. And insanely complicated. So yeah, I can imagine.
Oh my god yes, Chase really has gotten the short end of the stick. I don't know, people don't seem to care much about him; they don't hate him, I guess, but they aren't as interested in writing him, at least in my experience. But what can I say, I love my lapsed Catholic poor little rich boys with daddy issues and mentors that push them around ;)
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He's a madman who uses his handicap for evil deads. I like him.
Poor Chase. There does seem to be a small, but dedicated group of Chase fans, though, all complaining about how little screen time the boy is getting lately. Why does Foreman remain such a pivotal character but not Chase? I'd complain on Cameron's behalf, but I don't really like her.
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I...I don't know how to feel about House, sometimes. I like competent people, so I appreciate that. I agree with him a lot about humanity in general. But I'm kind of wary of people who are abrasive for the sake of being abrasive, so eh. Although...I've been told by several people that he reminds them of me, so...yeah. I don't know what you say to that.
Hah. I don't dislike Cameron, but I don't love her. Foreman...I find to be a big hypocrite, for the most part. Chase is a bit more savvy about things, and at least he's pretty honest about who he is.
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The thing is, fiction-wise, I often love characters who'd I wouldn't be able to stand in real life (or who'd scare the shit out of me). And I oddly think I have some stuff in common with him, like the loneliness and inability to deal with people 24/7 (though nowhere near that extreme). Plus, he makes me laugh a lot. We've got a sick sense of humor in my family.
Sometimes she'll make me tolerate her, but way too often she bugs the hell out me (plus I don't like the way she's stringing Chase along). She's just not my kind of character. Foreman is a hypocrite, especially about not being like House with the arrogance and stubbornness. Chase is upfront, except about being a kiss-ass, which he is, but that's understandable.
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And I somehow don't. I dunno, it's a matter of...it's easy enough for me to find people on the day to day that I genuinely don't like at all. I really don't get much from watching a more of them on my TV screen. But yeah, House can be pretty funny, in that way of saying things you just can't believe he'll get away with saying.
Is she still doing that to Chase? I remember thinking it was a dumb move on her part to begin with, the whole sex-buddies thing, and being annoyed at both her and Chase when it came to the inevitable conclusion, but I thought they were, like, actually going out now. Aw, now I'm kinda missing Chase.
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They are going out, but at some point in season five, Chase complained that she was keeping him at a distance. When he was over at her place, he felt just like another guest. Later on in the episode, she told him that she'd cleaned out a drawer for him and he got this cute, goofy smile on his face. But she's really reining her heels in as far as commitment goes.
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Heh. On the one hand, I guess I have to commend the writers of House for making it the girl who's being stubborn about commitment and the boy the one who just wants to be a part of the girls life. On the other hand...boo, Cameron. Is she still obsessed with House? Is that the issue?
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*bounces*
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True, I did think of that, so yay on that account, but I do have this pro-Chase, eh-Cameron bias. I didn't get any House/Cameron vibes when I saw season 4 or 5 and I watched those first. I didn't even know about it until I hit lj, though people are saying that it looks to be dead by now, so I don't think that's why. It seems to me that she might genuinely be afraid of long term commitment. Foreman did point out that she married her husband knowing that he was going to die soon, essentially giving the relationship an expiration date.
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Now it looks like they're heading for House/Cuddy, which I really don't like because I love their platonic, conflictive relationship and it seems like they're just pairing them up because it's been a while since he's been with someone and she's the only female available (though I'd love it if the PTB would get some stones and do some House/Wilson, but that's just my pipe dream).
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Heh. I would be against Cuddy/House because I think she's too good for him. Well, not really; Cuddy's not perfect. But I think she believes that she's too good for him. House/Wilson sure would be something, wouldn't it? We can dream. And overinterpret every little tiny thing from canon.
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She is, even with her faults, because who has more faults than House? Did you get as far as the Amber thing in season 4? Because there were some seriously this close from jumping from subtextual to textual House/Wilson moments.
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So. I read a bit of your back and forth with visiblemarket. You wrote House/Chase smut... AND HAVEN'T PUBLISHED IT? Please do, you write very well, and there just isn't enough of this pairing in the world, even though it's, like, the best one available. So, Um... Yeah!
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I sometimes get this D/s vibe between the two of them, which I would love to see explored,because I think it would exist on many levels-not just sexual.
Anyway,these two are my favorites,so I love to read stories about them.
I don't like House and Cuddy. I like Cuddy,but my general feeling about the women on the show is that the writers don't know how to write female characters. Everyone is a stereotype in some way. I mean, Cuddy is obsessed with being a mother,and for someone who is the dean of a hospital she dresses totally inappropriately. It's like they are making her some desperate woman having a midlife crisis. And I find that offensive to women. Also, Cameron with her House obsession and wishy washy attitude. She did marry the guy knowing he was dying, so maybe the commitment issues are real. I don't like how she treats Chase,and he could do so much better.
I liked Amber,she was strong( so of course they killed her off). Remy is ok,but she's on too much. I also think they kept her on cause she's bisexual,and this appeals to the male writers. Why couldn't one of the male characters (Chase) be bisexual? There's certainly been enough innuendo about that over the years,and it would make for interesting dynamics between him and House -and him and Wilson.
I can't see him and Foreman, except in the fic I wrote where everybody loved Chase!
Pleae post your House/Chase smut,even if it's not totally done. We need more House/Chase :)
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Well, I have to finish it first. Unfortunately, since I'm working on several things at once (including a copious workload), I cannot guarantee when I'll have it done, especially since it keeps growing. But I will post it, don't worry.
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I like Cuddy, too, but I agree with you. The media's obsession with showing successful career women feeling unfulfilled if they're not mothers is getting to me. About the clothes, though, I'm afraid I'm going to have to claim cultural ignorance. Well, not ignorance, exactly, but I have heard that there's a different dress code between professional women in Puerto Rico and the States (I'm Puerto Rican). namely, that in the US, women try to downplay their femininity to fit better in traditional male roles while in Puerto Rico women do the opposite. They emphasize it as much as possible (except me, cause I'm weird). Essentially, they dress like Cuddy. So... it looks okay to me.
Honestly, I think the uber horny Cameron is out of character. A few episodes back from where the whole Cameron/Chase thing started, I never would that thought that she'd do something as irresponsible as having sex at work while doing a test on a patient (who ended up having problems while they were away).
Good female characters must die. It's the rule of male dominated media. I have that same frustration with Heroes. I have noticed how they keep putting on lesbian characters, which is great from a feminist point of view, but then off course the reason why is because it's the male kink. I only remember seeing one male gay character and he didn't kiss anyone, unlike the women who are constantly all over each other. Biased much? I would love it if Chase turned out bisexual. will never happen, though, especially since the Cameron thing continues )oh, honey, you could do so much better.
I need to finish it first for my peace of mind. It turns out much better in the end, trust me (especially since I'm writing it slightly out of order).