for Chase

[misanthrope_md]

House was sitting on the bed in his room with his back against the wall and feet dangling off of the end, tossing the tennis ball up in the air and catching it.

He was feeling a little better today after the horrendous previous one. Chase had been right, of course; the pain had come back as soon as the morphine wore off, but he managed to sleep through the worst part of it, and today it had dissipated to the normal dull ache.

When he heard footsteps, he glanced up. "Miss me already?" he said to Chase.

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[misanthrope_md]

"Fine, whatever." He grunted a little and let his eyes drop closed. "Well it's not an issue anymore."

It wasn't even so much the sex that got to House this time. But the fact that he'd done it again when they had yet to even resolve anything, when James could have, in theory, been trying to figure out how to make things right. Instead, he'd apparently just thrown in the towel, or he just really didn't give a shit about House, which was looking more and more to be the case.

He didn't know why he'd expected anything different. People are shit.

[dr_robchase]

"Okay," Chase agreed quietly. "Do you need me to get you anything?"

[misanthrope_md]

House shook his head. "Somehow I don't think you have anything that would help me too much."

[dr_robchase]

Chase closed the door and pushed inside the room. "Lean forward," he instructed, shifting onto the bed behind House and cracking his fingers.

[misanthrope_md]

"Want me to take off all my clothes too?" House muttered, but he did as he was told.

[dr_robchase]

"Only if you want," Chase replied easily enough, setting his hands to House's shoulders and pushing down to get the muscles warmed and ready.

[misanthrope_md]

"There seems to be a prevelant philosophy around here that anything can be solved by a massage," House murmured, letting his head drop forward. "They just seem to get me in trouble."

[dr_robchase]

"Massages are good for releasing stress and pain," Chase reminded him, digging his fingers into the knotted muscles of House's back now. "They're not just foreplay."

[misanthrope_md]

"I don't think your fingers can reach this particular pain."

[dr_robchase]

Chase rolled his eyes. Trust House to get deep when in emotional turmoil. He occupied himself massaging across the breadth of House's shoulders. "You should just knock him one in the face and get it over with."

[misanthrope_md]

"Don't tempt me," House muttered.

[dr_robchase]

"Screw it, at this point, you deserve to give him a good, hard punch," Chase said, smirking.

[misanthrope_md]

"It would probably just feed into his self loathing," House muttered, and groaned a little as Chase worked out a knot. "Harder."

[dr_robchase]

Chase resisted the urge to salute. "Yes, sir," he muttered dryly, digging his fingers in harder, leaning forward as he let his hands travel down House's back.

[misanthrope_md]

House sighed a little. "Maybe I should just sleep for a while. Maybe through the next year or so."

[dr_robchase]

"I hardly think pulling a Sleeping Beauty will help," Chase pointed out, moving his hands to House's neck. "You could always just...I don't know, talk to James. Crazy as that is."

[misanthrope_md]

"I thought you just wanted me to punch him. Besides, if I let him talk he might convince me to take him back. And then I'd be an idiot, right?"

[dr_robchase]

"Yeah, but you'd be a happy idiot," Chase pointed out. "Which is better than a miserable martyr."

[misanthrope_md]

"Maybe," House mumbled, "But I think Jane would castrate me. And then it wouldn't be much fun anymore anyway."

[dr_robchase]

Chase went silent at the mention of her name, working at House's shoulders. "She's not part of your relationship," he pointed out. "And she took Sirius back after he'd cheated."

[misanthrope_md]

House blinked. "Well. That would have been useful information when she was screaming at me yesterday. I thought she was going to hit me."

[dr_robchase]

Chase snorted. "Wouldn't put it past her. And she's pregnant. All those hormones and yeah, you probably would have gotten smacked."

[misanthrope_md]

"Yeah, well at least I had the presence of mind not to mention Phedre's name even though she asked me like five times." He let his head fall forward a little more.

[dr_robchase]

Chase kept working at House's neck, settling in on the bed. "She needs you on her side, remember? You're delivering her kid."

[misanthrope_md]

"Right."

House was quiet for a few moments and then groaned softly. "Okay Chase, stop making me so relaxed. I'm depressed and all I really want is a hit of acid or a blowjob. I suppose sleeping and dreaming about one or both of these things would be acceptable."