In the days afterwards, one of the things that stick with him most is the image of that lacy red thong as it slid up Chase’s long, shapely legs. The stripping, that was good, too, better than good, but the fact that those had been the underwear he’d had on hand when he hadn’t planned for anything out of the ordinary to happen at all? That’s what stayed with him. That and the we should do this again and that kiss that he’d been far too much in his own head to properly enjoy, like he came to and realized it was happening when it was already too late.
Try as he might not to think on it, he can’t help thinking about what’s going to happen between Chase and Brett. Selfishly, he wants to intervene somehow, but he knows that he already has, and realistically, he’s aware that if they’ve been dating as long as they have and still haven’t had sex that there’s a clock on the relationship that’s quickly running out. Still, his thoughts turn to Chase frequently, and not just later when he’s alone, when he’s bringing himself off and remembering how the young man had felt pressed up against his body, squirming and moaning and begging him not to stop.
In the days that follow, you almost wouldn’t notice anything was different, except that Chase seemed different. Quieter and sadder, like there’s a heaviness weighing on him. The logical guess is to assume that things had gone badly with Brett and leave it at that, but there’s an extra bag in the changing rooms and Chase, who’d previously practically skid in through the doorway at the last second before warm ups started, now seemed never to leave. House knew he was a student, knew that he was in pre-med, even if Chase wasn’t aware that he knew. It was the end of the semester, finals over, but that didn’t quite explain this level of always being here…
After rehearsal, he’s caught talking with the director for a few minutes, making plans for additional rehearsal times with the resident Swan Queen, who needs more time to practice, dance through the choreography, get Odile down, and House’s thoughts again turn to Chase and how, even though he hasn’t got the Odile parts down any more than she has, there’s a chemistry there with Chase that isn’t there with her. A time is set for the following day and House leaves, goes to his usual room to rehearse, but he hasn’t been there long when he decides to go find Chase. He knows the rooms that he typically frequents and after a short search, he finds him in a little room tucked way out of the way. He stands for a few moments, watching him through the glass in the door, enjoying a few moments of watching him while he doesn’t know he’s being watched. He’s dancing Odette, delicate and graceful movements giving it away as much as the familiar choreography.
Finally, he lets himself into the little studio quietly, really only giving himself away when he lets the door click shut none-too-quietly.
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Try as he might not to think on it, he can’t help thinking about what’s going to happen between Chase and Brett. Selfishly, he wants to intervene somehow, but he knows that he already has, and realistically, he’s aware that if they’ve been dating as long as they have and still haven’t had sex that there’s a clock on the relationship that’s quickly running out. Still, his thoughts turn to Chase frequently, and not just later when he’s alone, when he’s bringing himself off and remembering how the young man had felt pressed up against his body, squirming and moaning and begging him not to stop.
In the days that follow, you almost wouldn’t notice anything was different, except that Chase seemed different. Quieter and sadder, like there’s a heaviness weighing on him. The logical guess is to assume that things had gone badly with Brett and leave it at that, but there’s an extra bag in the changing rooms and Chase, who’d previously practically skid in through the doorway at the last second before warm ups started, now seemed never to leave. House knew he was a student, knew that he was in pre-med, even if Chase wasn’t aware that he knew. It was the end of the semester, finals over, but that didn’t quite explain this level of always being here…
After rehearsal, he’s caught talking with the director for a few minutes, making plans for additional rehearsal times with the resident Swan Queen, who needs more time to practice, dance through the choreography, get Odile down, and House’s thoughts again turn to Chase and how, even though he hasn’t got the Odile parts down any more than she has, there’s a chemistry there with Chase that isn’t there with her. A time is set for the following day and House leaves, goes to his usual room to rehearse, but he hasn’t been there long when he decides to go find Chase. He knows the rooms that he typically frequents and after a short search, he finds him in a little room tucked way out of the way. He stands for a few moments, watching him through the glass in the door, enjoying a few moments of watching him while he doesn’t know he’s being watched. He’s dancing Odette, delicate and graceful movements giving it away as much as the familiar choreography.
Finally, he lets himself into the little studio quietly, really only giving himself away when he lets the door click shut none-too-quietly.