Chase's surprise

Part three

All the air rushed out of Chase’s lungs and he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. Seeing what House did suddenly didn’t matter anymore. Feeling it was far more important. Chase felt warmer and squirmier with each passing minute and he wondered how long House would put him though this pleasant discomfort. Chase let him continue doing whatever he felt like doing, no longer caring about watching. His body and House’s hands and mouth all seemed to be having a conversation that the rest of him wasn’t a part of, seeming to have come to some sort of agreement without his knowledge. Wherever and however House touched, his body responded. Everything was slipping out of his control.

His legs had spread to give House more room and himself friction as his hips lifted a few times to ease the achy heat that was accumulating. He tried to participate in House’s insistent kiss and opened his mouth when the other’s tongue nudged at the seam of his lips.

House pulled away, breathless, and met Chase’s eyes as he snaked a hand between them and tugged at the buttons on his pants, waiting to see just how far Chase would let him go. They came undone without much resistance and House eagerly pulled at the loosened pants. He tried in vain to hold in a groan when Chase lifted his hips to allow him to pull the garment completely off, rubbing into him in the process and in exactly the right way. House briefly kissed him again before easing back to stare at what was displayed for him. Chase’s chest heaved slightly, lips plumped and reddened from kissing, legs spread obscenely and a very….pissed look on his face?

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

House couldn’t answer, his mind long gone, but his face must’ve done something to indicate a yes because Chase’s next deadpan comment was “Then stop staring at me and fuck me.”
A sense of urgency was overcoming Chase. The room was just too hot, his muscles too…twitchy. Every inch of his skin felt inflamed and overly sensitive. This limbo he was stuck in was infuriating and House was still staring and not doing so Chase grabbed him by the shoulders and hauled him up into another kiss. This second kiss was much better. The unresponsiveness and awkwardness from before were nearly gone, replaced with sheer determination. Hands were moving swiftly down House’s body, fingers flickering over his skin with startling speed. Somehow, Chase had gotten his remaining clothes off with minimal effort on either of their parts and now he was grinding against him in that really good way again.

“Chase…have…have you ever done this before? With a male before, I mean.” House huffed in curiosity, his body moving in sync with the other. He wondered if Chase really knew all of what he was consenting to.

“Yes.”

And then a thought occurred to Chase.

“Have you?”

“Once during college,” House said into Chase’s neck.

House took his time familiarizing himself with Chase, leisurely searching for other places that would make him wriggle and make those soft noises he was growing to love. Chase tried to be patient through all of it, but patience wasn’t Chase’s forte either, especially with this feeling steadily building in him.
“Stop rushing me,” House grumped peevishly, fighting Chase’s attempts at hurrying him along.

It might be the only time House got to do this and he wanted to draw it out for as long as possible.

“Then do something,” Chase growled at him.

The muscles in Chase’s stomach tensed and a strangled grunt made its way out when House dipped his tongue into the crevice there and he jotted down bellybutton on his mental list of Chase’s susceptible areas. He kept the fingers of one hand occupied with one of his nipples while the other quickly moved south.

Chase was impressive.

House just held him for a moment, the strong pulsations in his hand almost matching the ones between his own legs, before setting a steady rhythm. Chase’s breathing was irregular again and he was making more of those almost-sounds and House, carefully keeping the pace, inched his way up Chase’s body until he reached his lips again.

Chase met the kiss with more interest this time.

It was slower and less tongue was involved but Chase hungrily kissed back and his hands were on the back of House’s head, holding him in position while Chase was moving, couldn’t stop himself from moving from arching into his hand and…

Chase stiffened, his eyes slowly opening as the hand stroking him cupped his sac before a finger pushed into the cleft below and circled the hidden opening. Chase forced the muscles there to relax but then the finger was gone and House had stopped kissing him and now had a disgruntled look on his face. He sat up, his eyes darting frantically around the room.

“I don’t have anything for lubrication” House murmured distractedly, obviously irritated.
House wracked his brain. He had to have something. He certainly wasn’t about to attempt this thing without preparing Chase first. He skimmed the room a second time, could think of nothing he had in the house that could work.

Well then.

Plan B.
There was more than one way two people could enjoy each other.

House settled between Chase’s legs again but before he could indulge in another kiss or even another grope an insistent knock resounded from his front door.

Chase made a low irritated sound and House mumbled an angry ‘what the hell’ as he tried to decide between getting up or staying where he was. The knock came again, just as insistent as before if not more so and House cursed as he reluctantly got up and snatched his pajama pants from the floor. He struggled into them while sitting on the end of the bed, the throbbing in the right leg causing him to wince as he stood and grabbed his cane.

“Make them leave,” Chase said in a tone that not only suggested House get rid of them, but also in a hurry.

House limped to the door still cursing and chewing some Vicodin and flung it open.

“What?!”

Wilson raised an eyebrow at the outburst.

“Good morning to you too, House.”

“What do you want and why did you have to want it now?”

“I interrupted something?”
That only gained him a venomous glare and then a leer when he noticed the duffel at his friend’s feet.

“She finally kicked you out?”

Wilson gave him an embarrassed look. Then he really looked at House before allowing a smile to spread across his face at his friend’s current state.

“You bedded the Wombat.”
“Not quite.”

“I did interrupt something. I’ll come back later”

House gave no answer; just slammed the door shut in his friend’s face. Wilson smiled, he was happy for House. Wilson picked up his duffel. “It’s a nice Saturday morning. I think I’ll go for a walk and maybe watch a movie. House should be as ready as he can be for a visitor by then.” This really did make his day a lot better then it started out as.

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