He's listening and watching how Chase whines, how he squirms at just the pressure of his hand against his ass, and his free hand rubs at the small of his back gently, like he's trying to calm him back down. Even still, Chase is leaning into it, like he can't get enough even though it clearly hurts. And he's hard, even though it hurts, which House likes. It's interesting. He's so young, so inexperienced, and yet he's more aware of what he likes than many people his age are. House is enjoying the hot press of Chase's cock against his thigh through his tights, and really really wants to get him off again, this time so he can see his face, so he can watch him as he comes...
Then Chase answers the question, and House listens intently. It's been days, as long as he'd figured it had been, and he's just about to ask why when Chase continues and House listens, eyebrows drawn together in a frown. He's not surprised that things had ultimately gone poorly with Brett, and he wonders what happened to cause the breakup and he's selfishly hoping that it was because Chase didn't want to sleep with him. It's not that he's necessarily wanting to be able to be his first, because truthfully he knows just how wrong that can go, it's just that he doesn't want the end of the story to be how heartbroken he is over Brett. Brett doesn't deserve that much emotion, not by a long shot.
"You can stay with me," he says. He doesn't elaborate, doesn't say that he's got a sofa that pulls out to a bed because he doesn't want to make it seem like he'd say no to sharing the bed. Fuck, maybe House is the one who's in too deep here. He'd spent the last few days with his thoughts drifting back to Chase in quiet moments, after all, thinking about him, wondering...
"Couple days, couple weeks, doesn't matter... it's a half hour travel time from here, but it's not the studio."
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Then Chase answers the question, and House listens intently. It's been days, as long as he'd figured it had been, and he's just about to ask why when Chase continues and House listens, eyebrows drawn together in a frown. He's not surprised that things had ultimately gone poorly with Brett, and he wonders what happened to cause the breakup and he's selfishly hoping that it was because Chase didn't want to sleep with him. It's not that he's necessarily wanting to be able to be his first, because truthfully he knows just how wrong that can go, it's just that he doesn't want the end of the story to be how heartbroken he is over Brett. Brett doesn't deserve that much emotion, not by a long shot.
"You can stay with me," he says. He doesn't elaborate, doesn't say that he's got a sofa that pulls out to a bed because he doesn't want to make it seem like he'd say no to sharing the bed. Fuck, maybe House is the one who's in too deep here. He'd spent the last few days with his thoughts drifting back to Chase in quiet moments, after all, thinking about him, wondering...
"Couple days, couple weeks, doesn't matter... it's a half hour travel time from here, but it's not the studio."