House doesn’t offer up any details about what he might or might not have. Let Chase wonder.
They drive in silence until Chase feels the need to make it clear what he wants, as if it wasn’t clear enough already. It’s interesting that he’s trying to make it clear that he’s not looking for sex, when House has known since the day they met that that’s exactly what he does want. He’s never thought it was anything more than sex, the desire to be fucked or get on his knees, never thought that Chase wanted anything like a relationship. And if he had, then getting to know him, working with him all this time should have thoroughly knocked the fantasy off the pedestal. Relationships with House weren’t something to pine for. But sex… he understood that. Even if he doesn’t think he’s the most attractive guy, he knows there’s more, there’s a magnetism that draws people in, but it’s the same force that eventually pushes them away.
“Okay,” House responds, as if he’s humoring him and not pushing, which is, he hopes, more annoying than calling him on the lie or acting like he really bought it. It’s almost sincere enough to let fly, really, so if Chase wants to leave it be, it’ll be left be. House thinks he’s lying, but if all he wants tonight is pain, that’s all he’ll get tonight. House won’t push for more than Chase wants, so if what he wants is to be pushed to his limits and beyond, beaten with the things in the bag and tied up, that’s what he’s going to get. Unless he gets an inkling that Chase wants more…
They park at his apartment and he turns off the car.
“Come on,” he says, and he gets out, takes the cane, and starts heading to the door.
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They drive in silence until Chase feels the need to make it clear what he wants, as if it wasn’t clear enough already. It’s interesting that he’s trying to make it clear that he’s not looking for sex, when House has known since the day they met that that’s exactly what he does want. He’s never thought it was anything more than sex, the desire to be fucked or get on his knees, never thought that Chase wanted anything like a relationship. And if he had, then getting to know him, working with him all this time should have thoroughly knocked the fantasy off the pedestal. Relationships with House weren’t something to pine for. But sex… he understood that. Even if he doesn’t think he’s the most attractive guy, he knows there’s more, there’s a magnetism that draws people in, but it’s the same force that eventually pushes them away.
“Okay,” House responds, as if he’s humoring him and not pushing, which is, he hopes, more annoying than calling him on the lie or acting like he really bought it. It’s almost sincere enough to let fly, really, so if Chase wants to leave it be, it’ll be left be. House thinks he’s lying, but if all he wants tonight is pain, that’s all he’ll get tonight. House won’t push for more than Chase wants, so if what he wants is to be pushed to his limits and beyond, beaten with the things in the bag and tied up, that’s what he’s going to get. Unless he gets an inkling that Chase wants more…
They park at his apartment and he turns off the car.
“Come on,” he says, and he gets out, takes the cane, and starts heading to the door.