House knows that Chase shouldn’t be flirting (not that that's ever going to stop House). He knows that he’s with Brett, and now he’d dare say that it seems that young Chase just has a thing for primary dancers. Or at least, it’s in his arsenal of things to use as ammunition against him, to get a rise or provoke a reaction from him. The way he’s dancing here is so different from when he’s paired with one of the girls. Not just the moves themselves, it’s not just that he’s dancing a different role, but it’s as though this was what he was meant to dance all along. It’s clear that he’s practiced en pointe just as long as the girls, that he’s got years of it already, at nineteen. The terrible reality of it, though, is that while a small handful of the young women can carry on dancing for years and years, successful into their forties, the majority of them fall from the public eye in their thirties. And Chase, he won’t get a chance to dance the roles he’s more than capable of, and even if he did, he’s only got another few years left before his body finishes changing, before he gains those last couple inches, before he’s starting to push the limits of safety to dance en pointe. He certainly won’t fit quite the same, small and slender and just the right height as he comes in and comes up on his toes.
Chase takes that command and reacts in an instant, moves perfectly into what House saw and wanted him to do, and he glances up at him as he lifts him, not able to see his face with how he arches but he can imagine his expression, similar to the serene, stupid-happy expression he’s had since they begin. He knows there’s a thrill in being lifted, in the first couple of seconds when the jump and the momentum of being thrust upwards leaves you feeling weightless. It doesn’t last. It can’t for more than a few seconds, and that’s when Chase’s hands grip his shoulders for balance.
As he brings Chase down, lets him slide along the length of his body to be set delicately back on the floor, he’s almost certain he feels… something. He does a double take, not quite sure if he’s imagining it or if Chase really had just gotten hard in a matter of seconds. If there was any question at all, the look on Chase’s face and the way he rushes to move back gives him away, and House just blinks and stares at him. He can’t tell to look (though he looks anyway, who can blame him?) but the boy is hard.
“I knew you were a little perv,” he says playfully, but there’s an edge of knowing. Between the tone and the glance down his body, it’s clear what he means.
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Chase takes that command and reacts in an instant, moves perfectly into what House saw and wanted him to do, and he glances up at him as he lifts him, not able to see his face with how he arches but he can imagine his expression, similar to the serene, stupid-happy expression he’s had since they begin. He knows there’s a thrill in being lifted, in the first couple of seconds when the jump and the momentum of being thrust upwards leaves you feeling weightless. It doesn’t last. It can’t for more than a few seconds, and that’s when Chase’s hands grip his shoulders for balance.
As he brings Chase down, lets him slide along the length of his body to be set delicately back on the floor, he’s almost certain he feels… something. He does a double take, not quite sure if he’s imagining it or if Chase really had just gotten hard in a matter of seconds. If there was any question at all, the look on Chase’s face and the way he rushes to move back gives him away, and House just blinks and stares at him. He can’t tell to look (though he looks anyway, who can blame him?) but the boy is hard.
“I knew you were a little perv,” he says playfully, but there’s an edge of knowing. Between the tone and the glance down his body, it’s clear what he means.