There’s a thrill he always gets from being right. At this point in his life, everyone around him knows it. Knows that when he unravels a mystery, solves a puzzle, and finally gets it right that there’s a high, a spike of pleasure, something that finally bites into the pain. Here, it’s not really a high. Not yet, anyway. It feels like the promise of a high, like a fresh prescription or a new drug that he hasn’t had a chance to take yet. Chase is blushing, obvious, saying yes, breathless, and he looks so disheveled for so little having been done to him that Chase doesn’t need to ask for House to know he’s right.
He glances down, sees Chase move to stand, press into his space, a hand fisted in his shirt, tugging at the fabric as he pushes into his space and asks. Says what he wants. Says please, and it’s better than a pill dangled in front of his nose. Power is a high, especially when it’s played like this, fast and loose, just this side of dangerous, and the smile that crosses House’s face is just that.
Now he’s gotten him to say it, he wants him to prove it. Wants him not just to admit but to lay that desire bare, make it explicit what exactly he wants.
“Since you asked so nicely…” and it definitely seems like there’s more to that sentence than just that, seems like he’s left a chunk off of the end. The rest of it, what’s left unsaid, that’s in his eyes. The way he looks at Chase is like he’s peeling away the layers of leather and fabric and stripping him bare. And then he grabs hold of Chase’s hand to knock it away from his shirt, but before he lets go, briefly holds his wrist in a tight grip. Once he lets go, he pulls out cash, more than enough to cover both tabs, and then he tucks his wallet away. The look he shoots Chase all but says follow me, and then he takes up his cane and stands, leading the way to the door, and he expects that Chase is going to follow.
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He glances down, sees Chase move to stand, press into his space, a hand fisted in his shirt, tugging at the fabric as he pushes into his space and asks. Says what he wants. Says please, and it’s better than a pill dangled in front of his nose. Power is a high, especially when it’s played like this, fast and loose, just this side of dangerous, and the smile that crosses House’s face is just that.
Now he’s gotten him to say it, he wants him to prove it. Wants him not just to admit but to lay that desire bare, make it explicit what exactly he wants.
“Since you asked so nicely…” and it definitely seems like there’s more to that sentence than just that, seems like he’s left a chunk off of the end. The rest of it, what’s left unsaid, that’s in his eyes. The way he looks at Chase is like he’s peeling away the layers of leather and fabric and stripping him bare. And then he grabs hold of Chase’s hand to knock it away from his shirt, but before he lets go, briefly holds his wrist in a tight grip. Once he lets go, he pulls out cash, more than enough to cover both tabs, and then he tucks his wallet away. The look he shoots Chase all but says follow me, and then he takes up his cane and stands, leading the way to the door, and he expects that Chase is going to follow.