There's nothing to say, but Chase doesn't need him to say anything, he just needs him to look. Stripping isn't the same as dancing, but there's a subtle, quiet music in his body as he strips down naked. There's the way that he rolls his shoulders, the cant of his hips, tilts his head back so his hair falls back to whisper against the back of his neck, the elastic now around his wrist. He relishes his nudity, in the fact that House is watching, and that desire is there in so many little gestures. But, then he does have to get dressed.
His underwear is far more frisky than anyone might have guessed. A red thong, silky fabric, and with a thick red lace waistband that comes up to sit provocatively on his hips. There's no way he could have known this was going to happen, which means those panties aren't unusual. But after the toe shoes, his choice in underwear hardly seems remarkable. The rest of his clothes aren't particularly noteworthy -- skinny blue jeans that show off his ass and a grey slightly off the shoulder sweater top. He puts on socks and his Converse, and then he's zipping up his bag, putting it over his shoulder as he walks over to House with a gentle, sweet sort of smile.
"We should do this again," he says softly, going up onto his toes so that he can kiss him. It's soft, affectionate, and brief, and he's pulling away before there's anything to say. He's not running away from this, or else he wouldn't have said what he did -- completely devoid of context as to whether he meant dancing or sex or both. But, he doesn't think there's anything in this moment that can be said that should, and if he doesn't walk away he might make the mistake of trying.
Unfortunately, as good as that moment was, things only go downhill from there. He'd been hoping to spend the night at Brett's, since he's just moved his things from his dorm room into a storage unit. His life is a mess right now, and maybe that's part of why he hasn't broken up with Brett. Holding on to what stability he has. Except that sex comes up, and between thinking about House and that typical feeling that curls in his stomach, he just can't do it. They break up, and without anywhere else to go, Chase ends up sleeping on a few blankets and a pillow he stuffed into a duffel bag.
He's quieter. It's really the only give away, unless you happen to notice that Chase is always there, and that he keeps an extra bag in one of the changing rooms. He's not terse, or unwelcoming- not even to Brett- but there's something tight and terse and held in, repressed. He doesn't know how to talk about it, so he doesn't. House gets a soft, small smile, but there's still something hurt underneath it all. Rehearsal ends and he's gathering his things and moving back into one of the smaller rooms.
He spends half the time working on his part in the performance, and later, when less people are around, he dances Odette.
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His underwear is far more frisky than anyone might have guessed. A red thong, silky fabric, and with a thick red lace waistband that comes up to sit provocatively on his hips. There's no way he could have known this was going to happen, which means those panties aren't unusual. But after the toe shoes, his choice in underwear hardly seems remarkable. The rest of his clothes aren't particularly noteworthy -- skinny blue jeans that show off his ass and a grey slightly off the shoulder sweater top. He puts on socks and his Converse, and then he's zipping up his bag, putting it over his shoulder as he walks over to House with a gentle, sweet sort of smile.
"We should do this again," he says softly, going up onto his toes so that he can kiss him. It's soft, affectionate, and brief, and he's pulling away before there's anything to say. He's not running away from this, or else he wouldn't have said what he did -- completely devoid of context as to whether he meant dancing or sex or both. But, he doesn't think there's anything in this moment that can be said that should, and if he doesn't walk away he might make the mistake of trying.
Unfortunately, as good as that moment was, things only go downhill from there. He'd been hoping to spend the night at Brett's, since he's just moved his things from his dorm room into a storage unit. His life is a mess right now, and maybe that's part of why he hasn't broken up with Brett. Holding on to what stability he has. Except that sex comes up, and between thinking about House and that typical feeling that curls in his stomach, he just can't do it. They break up, and without anywhere else to go, Chase ends up sleeping on a few blankets and a pillow he stuffed into a duffel bag.
He's quieter. It's really the only give away, unless you happen to notice that Chase is always there, and that he keeps an extra bag in one of the changing rooms. He's not terse, or unwelcoming- not even to Brett- but there's something tight and terse and held in, repressed. He doesn't know how to talk about it, so he doesn't. House gets a soft, small smile, but there's still something hurt underneath it all. Rehearsal ends and he's gathering his things and moving back into one of the smaller rooms.
He spends half the time working on his part in the performance, and later, when less people are around, he dances Odette.