CHEESED!

[misanthrope_md]

[continued from here]

Once Chase and House made it to House's room, House immediately slammed the door closed and pulled the other man into his arms, kissing him deeply. "God," he breathed against his skin when he turned his head. "I love you, Rob. I love you..." His mind reached for a hundred poetic phrases and all he could come up with was... "Like herpes." He flicked his tongue over Chase's ear and qualified smoothly, "Insistent and undying."

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[dr_robchase]

"That," Chase announced, easing back and gaping at House, "was one of the most unromantic things I have ever heard in ever."

[misanthrope_md]

House's face fell. "You know I'm crap at romance. Don't I get points for effort?"

[dr_robchase]

"You used herpes as a comparison for undying love," Chase pointed out, but kissed House anyway, pushing a hand under his shirt and splaying his fingers out against his chest.

[misanthrope_md]

"Well there's no cure for herpes," House pointed out as if Chase didn't know, and started yanking at Chase's shirt.

[dr_robchase]

Chase helped tugged his shirt off, easing away and holding up a finger, to signify a pause. "Okay, let's just...wipe the metaphor away completely, okay? Please?"

[misanthrope_md]

"Okay," agreed House immediately. "But I still love you. Like oceans or stars or something. God you're hot. Get naked. I want to worship your body."

[dr_robchase]

Chase's hands were on the fly of his jeans and he slumped back, sighing and staring up at the ceiling, exhaling. "Okay. And the mood is killed."

[misanthrope_md]

House blinked in surprise, and then scowled. "Oh for god's sake, Chase, what do you want from me?"

Then he looked fairly horrified at the outburst. "Er, what I mean to say is..."

[dr_robchase]

Chase rolled back a little and stared at him, sighing and kissing up his neck a little. "Just...let me top. And be you while I do it?"

[misanthrope_md]

House nodded. He wasn't sure how he was not being himself simply by showing Chase how much he loved him, but... anything to make him happy.

So he didn't say anything, just turned his head and caught him in a hungry kiss.

[dr_robchase]

Chase kissed back, just as desperately, pushing up and rocking in a steady rhythm. "God," he exhaled. "I love you."

[misanthrope_md]

Now that was much, much better. "I love you too," House assured him, wrapping his arm around his waist and pulling him close. He ground against him, feeling their erections brush together beneath the fabric of their pants.

[dr_robchase]

Chase exhaled shakily, kissing him fervently and pushing House's pants down just a little, shoving his own down, fingers shakily pushing against House's hipbones.

[misanthrope_md]

House took a step backwards and then sank onto the bed, pulling Chase down with him. "Don't look so nervous, Rob," he murmured, kissing his neck. "It's just me."

[dr_robchase]

Chase exhaled with a tiny laugh. "God, Greg, that's why I'm freaked," he murmured. "It's you. And I want to do this right, without you freaking out tomorrow morning."

[misanthrope_md]

"So then do it right," House murmured. "Do what feels right. Do what you want to do."

[dr_robchase]

"Christ," Chase mumbled beneath his breath, shifting a little to kiss House again and exhaling. "Okay." He pushed down the rest of their clothes and grabbed all the provisions, just looking at him for a long moment.

And he eased back. "I can't do this," he admitted.

[misanthrope_md]

House's face fell. "Why not? Am I really so intimidating?"

[dr_robchase]

Chase scrubbed a hand over his face, sending his hair scattering. "I just...I can't top with you," he admitted, feeling humiliated and pathetic and gross.

[misanthrope_md]

The look on Chase's face told him that it was better not to ask why. Instead, he wrapped his arms around him and said softly, "It's okay, Rob, you don't have to. I only thought you wanted to."

[dr_robchase]

Chase let out a sigh and groaned. "Because I do want to," he protested, flopping back a little. "I can do it with everyone else, so why not you?"

[misanthrope_md]

"I... I don't know," House admitted. "But I really wish... I don't like barriers between us, Rob." He reached between them and slid his hand down an elastic waistband, fingers curling around Chase's cock.

[dr_robchase]

Chase's eyes rolled back a little as he exhaled a quiet and guttural sound, groaning. "Swear, it's...it's just because of how long I worked for you," he gasped out the words.

[misanthrope_md]

"You don't have to be nervous," House whispered against Chase's ear as he stroked slowly. "You don't have to be perfect. And I've had some really bad... trust me, you'll be a million times better than the fucks I had in college. And I love you."

[dr_robchase]

Chase just listened to those words, at least took solace in that and he nodded, rolling over a little, exhaling as he kept House's hands on his cock. "I know," he promised.