Chase just wanted to be there already, but he did his best to be patient. It was the anticipation that made it seem like it was taking forever, he figured, since objectively they weren't actually going all that far. The biggest problem, of course, was his spanked-raw ass, and how House made such a point of accidentally brushing against him, halfway between groping and torment, and then the fact of just having to sit down for that long. Needless to say, Chase was grateful when they were walking, and then House was leading the way to his apartment.

It's not quite so desperate, not quite so stripping down the second the door is closed that you see in movies, but he still wants it. He wants House, with an intensity that makes him flush as he looks at the man with a soft smile. He nods, letting House explain the layout of his apartment. He goes to catch his hand, but then House grabs Chase's bag instead, tossing it with his own, and the blond smiles a little awkwardly. He wants to ask if he's sleeping on the couch, but he skips it in favor of catching a hand in his shirt and tugging, trying to steal a kiss, or, well, encourage House to share one.

"Thanks."