Shoes kicked off, he's tugging his tights down and keeping his attention on Chase as he strips down and pulls on these little black lacy panties that the last woman he'd been with would have considered too much effort, and it's the second damned random "everyday" pair of underwear he's seen this kid pull on that are straight from the pages of a lingerie catalog. House is a little distracted, standing with his thumbs under the waist of his dance belt until Chase is done adjusting the lacy panties on his ass - god, that little whine, the contrast of his red ass and the black lace... - and then House remembers what he's doing and his dance belt follows. He's unselfconscious, half-hard and careless. He's got underwear, but he skips them in favor of pulling on his jeans so that later, there's one less layer to remove.

And maybe he's caught Chase's eye as he starts to pull his jeans up and keeps his gaze as he does, not just unselfconscious but as shameless with his nakedness as Chase is. It's not that they're the same brand of attractive - they absolutely aren't. It's not about giving a free show, about knowing he's alluring (or accidentally being so without really trying) but it's another kind of push. It's an almost aggressive act, like with his jeans slowly dragging up his thighs, still half hard cock exposed, he's pushing for a reaction, getting Chase to give just a little bit more by where his eyes go and how long his gaze lingers. It doesn't matter that they've explicitly said they want to fuck, this is still a win in their back and forth game of challenge and push back.

He zips up, pulls on sneakers, and doesn't bother to change his t-shirt. He throws everything else in his duffel bag and closes it, and once Chase is all dressed and ready, he comes over to him and lays a gentle swat to his denim covered ass, and smiles, "Come on..."