It's not that he necessarily holds it against him. House understands wanting to pull away, needing to recede into yourself for a while when things start to go badly, but he selfishly wants to be let in, in whatever capacity he can manage. Maybe it's just dancing, but he can sense that it's more, that Chase wants a repeat of what happened last time but doesn't know quite how to say it or even maybe what it is he really wants. House can't remember the last time he slept with a virgin since he was one - probably not since - and he knows it's just asking for a world of trouble. He knows that's a huge part of Chase's uncertainty, but he also has a feeling there's more going on than he knows about.
House hadn't quite been prepared for Chase's reaction, though. The way that shiver isn't startled shock or anger at being struck, but looks damned close to pleasure, all things considered. Flushed and arching and for a split second, leaning into it, and the look on his face makes it clear that he's interested but not sure about this. Still, he manages to give himself away in the challenging press of words, asking if House is going to spank him over his knee, and there's something in the way he asks and the look on his face that tells him that he maybe thinks he wants exactly that.
Asking him now, when he's a useless ball of teenage uncertainty, is going to give him nothing, no answers at all. So instead, he decides to push and just watch him to see his reaction.
"Yeah," he says, "I think I'm going to have to."
He tosses his towel on the upright piano and pulls out the bench enough, and sits down on it and pats his lap, indicating that Chase come lay over him. When he's not quick to move, he just stares at him and says, "You're making this worse for yourself... you've got until three. One..."
And he's watching. If the look on Chase's face indicates anything like he doesn't want this, he'll stand up and leave, maybe maybe even apologize. But he's got this feeling that this might be exactly what he needs.
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House hadn't quite been prepared for Chase's reaction, though. The way that shiver isn't startled shock or anger at being struck, but looks damned close to pleasure, all things considered. Flushed and arching and for a split second, leaning into it, and the look on his face makes it clear that he's interested but not sure about this. Still, he manages to give himself away in the challenging press of words, asking if House is going to spank him over his knee, and there's something in the way he asks and the look on his face that tells him that he maybe thinks he wants exactly that.
Asking him now, when he's a useless ball of teenage uncertainty, is going to give him nothing, no answers at all. So instead, he decides to push and just watch him to see his reaction.
"Yeah," he says, "I think I'm going to have to."
He tosses his towel on the upright piano and pulls out the bench enough, and sits down on it and pats his lap, indicating that Chase come lay over him. When he's not quick to move, he just stares at him and says, "You're making this worse for yourself... you've got until three. One..."
And he's watching. If the look on Chase's face indicates anything like he doesn't want this, he'll stand up and leave, maybe maybe even apologize. But he's got this feeling that this might be exactly what he needs.
"Two..."