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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 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?"

"Fine, be jealous," House growled. "I want you to be jealous. I'd fuck half the island if I thought it would make you realize how much you need me."

"Of course I need you," he cried, the words desperate, keening, and angry, all at once. "God, House, I've needed you for s-so long." He turned, kissing House desperately and firmly on the mouth.

House wrapped his fingers around Chase's cock.

"Bet you're not thinking that when he's fucking you."

Chase pushed up into the touch, meeting House's eyes and gasping a little. "Maybe I don't, but you don't think of me when you fuck Jack, I bet," he said, voice low and gaze heated.

"Ah, going to make me out as a hypocrite, are you?"

House stroked. He was in control here.

"You should know this by now, Rob." His voice was low now, too. "If you had given up the Doctor when you told me you loved me there wouldn't be a Jack."

Chase's eyes rolled back into his head at that, stomach tumbling over itself. "You say that now," he murmured lowly and his accent thickened.

"Believe what you want," House said softly. "Of course, things are different now, but then..."

Now, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to leave Jack, not without a reason. Though he also felt like it was a precarious thing, like Jack's love for him was a taut string that might break at the slightest pressure. House's attentions were not so easily broken.

"I love you," he growled. "I fucking love you. Do you know how much more that means coming from me than coming from him? Do you know what a big deal it is that I share my bed with you, let you touch my leg, trust you with my pills, my pain?"

Chase felt both guilt and maddening desire go through him at once and he kissed House desperately, hands running through his hair, mumbling, "I know, I know," between everything.

Oh god, he was drunk, he was so drunk, and that had to be why House actually thought he felt tears stinging his eyes.

He pulled away from Chase.

"I want to watch you," he rasped. "Touch yourself. Prepare yourself. Tell me what you want me to do to you. Let me know just who you're thinking about."

Chase eased back, but just barely, not wanting to go far when House was talking like this and Chase was still way too tipsy to actually be coherent. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, slowly stroking and moving those fingers back to spread himself open. "I'm thinking about you," he promised, "Greg, you. Everything we've done, thinking about you and sleeping with you and the sex and the tying."

"Is that what you like?" House whispered, watching Chase with heavy-lidded eyes, hand dropping down to rub his growing erection through his jeans. "Me tying you up? You like me to be in control?"

Chase continued stroking his calloused fingertips over his hardened length, nodding lazily. "I'd never say no to you," he murmured, words thick and getting harder to hear between the alcohol's effects and the accent.

"Okay," House said, not really doubting him but testing anyway. "Suck me."

Chase nodded, and pushed forward to kiss House on the lips and moved his kisses down lower and lower, pushing his pants down until Chase could wrap his lips around House's cock, doing it slow and making every sensation paramount.

"Oh yeah," House groaned, tangling a hand in Chase's hair, just enough to hold him firmly there but not enough to hurt. "You're so fucking good at this, Rob. Must be all the practice, huh? On your knees for anyone who asks. But it was me you wanted first, don't forget that. I was the one whose cock you were dreaming of sucking back before we landed on this fucking island..."

Chase pushed deeper, wrapping his lips firmer around House's cock and pressed his lips hard as he sucked in and our, the words half in his consciousness and half out.

House gasped and made small sounds of pleasure, before finally forcing himself to pull away.

The he growled, "On your hands and knees."

Chase looked up, brow furrowing (the alcohol delaying his reactions mildly) and he nodded, giving House a breathy look. "Okay," he agreed, getting on hands and knees both.

House positioned himself behind Chase. He kept his weight on his good leg, and with the alcohol dulling his senses it wasn't too much trouble for him to be up on his knees like that.

But instead of going anywhere near Chase's ass, he just reached out and wrapped his fingers around his cock. Pulling him off hard and fast and dropping his head to press his lips to Chase's back.

Chase gasped, body shaking with each exhalation, the building up and easing off becoming too much for him to take. "Greg," he pleaded, eyes falling shut. "Greg, please."

House brought his free hand around to the back of Chase's neck, curled in his hair, and yanked him up a little so that while he continued to pump his cock, he could press his lips to the back of his neck. "Come for me," he growled, and bit down on his shoulder.

Chase's hands nearly came off the bed, but he lolled his head back to be touched more and gasped softly, nodding, his body feeling like it was drifting away as he wound up climaxing and crying out House's name gutturally.