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It was a weird side effect of being drunk that House didn't think he'd encountered before. Possessiveness.

"You might have been flitting around that party like a little cocktease, but it's my bed you've ended up in," House said, and closing his fingers around Chase's wrist and yanking him closer for a kiss.

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Chase gave a surprised cry at the tug of the wrist, leaning in to kiss House back fervently, hands roaming lower to try and undress him. "Did you watch me?" he asked breathlessly.

"Of course I watched you," House said, his tone just short of being irritable. "Between you and Jack, it was hard to miss."

Chase gave House a surprised look, kissing him deeply, hands cupping his face. "I want you, Greg," he promised him. "You to take me. I don't want to top."

House blinked. "Who the hell said anything about you topping?" He snorted.

Chase was just drunk enough to have let it slip. "M'not gonna, I mean, not here," he said, trying to be firm.

"No," House said, "you're not." And he pushed Chase down onto his back. "Quite the opposite, actually. I'm going to make it so you can't walk tomorrow."

Chase's eyes shouldn't have looked so eager at that, but he was, god he was. He just wanted House in him and he writhed slightly on the bed, reaching down to stroke himself. "Yes," he gasped out.

House's eyes wandered down to Chase's hand. "You probably don't even need me," he hissed. "You can just get yourself all hot and bothered by rubbing up against half the island, or making out with your precious Doctor in public."

Chase kissed House roughly, looking at him and knowing that he wanted this, wanted to push House too. "No. New doctor, Meredith Grey. We did shots and I sang to her, didn't you hear?"

House for his part did not see this as a game at all - he was extremely drunk and completely serious. It was as if all the jealousness he'd been keeping inside had suddenly flooded to the surface.

"I heard," he snapped. "She reminds me of Cameron, but even skinnier. What, you want to throw it in my face?" He lowered to his head to Chase's neck, sucking at the junction of his collarbone. "Anyone you've fucked lately I should know about? How's Maureen? Bet she's a screamer. Shouldn't be too impressed, she'll open her legs for anyone."

Chase stared right up at House, gasping at each touch and trying to keep coherent. "She's...good. Wants a threesome with...J-Jack and me."

Well, that was news. House bit Chase's neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and then said coldly, "And I'll bet the two of you think that's a fine idea." Honestly, it was the sort of thing he'd expect from Jack, but not as much from Chase...

"Christmas present," Chase murmured, turning his head a little to start kissing and biting and sucking at House's neck, aiming to leave a hickey.

"Oh yeah? Been giving a lot of Christmas presents?"

"Just the few," Chase was breathing a little faster and harder now. "I have one for you too, don't know if you'll want. It's a week with you, just with you."

"Oh, for christ's sake," House muttered, dropping his head to Chase's chest. He made no further indication of what he thought about this idea. Instead he suddenly growled, "Tell me how he fucks you."

Chase let out a gasp at the slight change in position and he let his head fall back, the alcohol convincing him to say it. "Lovingly," he murmured. "Calls me pet names, fucks me slow and then fast, until I get off and then he does too."

And that... was pretty much the worst thing House could have heard. Well, with the exception of 'better than you'.

"And is that how you like it?" His voice was quiet, but there was a definite undercurrent of anger.

Chase pushed up, hips arching up and his cock aching to be touched. "I love it when you touch me," he hissed. "I love you, I love him, and I don't care how it is, so long as it's you."

That made pretty much no sense in House's head. His eyes darted down again.

"You're not the only one who can fuck around, you know," House said, in some twisted attempt to regain his dignity. He ran a finger down Chase's chest, coming nowhere near his cock. "Do you want to hear about when he touches me?"

Chase felt a jealous pang, unable to suppress it. "If you want to tell me, can't...can't avoid it," he mumbled, hips still pushing upwards.

"It doesn't seem fair I should be the only one who's jealous," House said, trailing his finger up, bringing it to Chase's mouth for him to lick and then moving to his ear, finding that manipulative spot behind and stroking.

"Jack obviously doesn't bother you, so it seems only just that you get an accurate picture of how the Doctor begs for my cock."

Chase let out a gasp of a cry, sucking House's finger, then twitching and writhing at the spot, barely able to think, but the picture of the Doctor and House was in his mind. "No," he mumbled under his breath. "You can..."

"I can what?" House replaced his finger with his lips, kissing along the back of Chase's ear, then tugging at his earlobe with his teeth, then nipping at his neck, again hard enough to leave a mark.

He let out a loud cry at that, one of pleasure as his hips arched again and he tried to get House to touch him more. "You're both...off, sleeping with others," he accused with a gasp. "How come only you get to be jealous? Throw a righteous fit?"