Disclaimer- if i owned 'House, M.D.', this stupid drawnout story arc they have going with his obsession wouldn't be happening, Hugh Laurie would at least once be dressed in drag and House and Chase would be cuddling...

It started out like an ordinary day for Dr. Robert Chase. He got up, took a shower, got dressed, drove to work. It seemed like an ordinary day, nothing felt like it was going to happen. Once he got to work, early as usual, he made the coffee. As it was brewing, Chase took a seat and pulled out one of his infamous crossword puzzles. A couple minutes later, Dr. Cameron walked in and took a seat across from Chase. She gave one of her usual, ‘is everything okay’ looks, and when the Aussie subconsciously nodded his head yes, she got up and poured herself a cup of coffee.

Foreman came in only seconds after Cameron sat down again and poured himself coffee too. They all sat around doing nothing for almost a half and hour. Cameron and Foreman were busy debating over some stupid case that they had had before and Chase just rolled his eyes and tried to block them out. House came in and gave them all a sarcastic grin.

“Hello, my ducklings! Do we have a case?” he asked, he took their silence as a no and pointed to the coffee machine, “Is it safe?” He asked his ‘ducklings’. Cameron let out an exasperated sigh and nodded, “Yeah, Chase made it.” She answered. House smiled and poured himself a cup and sat at the head of the table. He stared at Cameron for awhile, until she gave him her ‘screw off’ look, and did the same to Foreman. He finally gave up and stared at Chase.

Chase had his legs crossed over one another and his pen was just at the side of his mouth. His eyes were cast down at the little book in front of him and his face was in full concentration mode. The wombat’s blue eyes were carefully studying the paper and they bolted open for a split-second as he wrote down an answer on the paper. His stance went back to the way it was after that. House was so completely entranced by the young doctor that when Cuddy came in he bolted upright.

“House, you have clinic duty. And it’s double from the last time you asked a favour.” She looked at the way House had responded to her coming in and sighed, “You really should stay more alert.” At that, she left the room. House looked at his three ducklings.

“Anyone want clinic duty?” he asked. Cameron glared at him and Foreman informed House that he had done it last time. Chase looked up and sighed. He got up and put his puzzle down and stuck on his white coat and headed out the door. House called out to him, “And don’t forget to sign in as me!” Chase just shook his head and headed for the clinic.

“And remember to take those every 6 hours.” The blonde Aussie told the leaving clinic patient. It was about 3 hours after he had started and he felt like crap already. He knew exactly why he did these sorts of things for House. It was uncanny what his reason was to an ignorant onlooker, him being brought up in the Catholic faith, but only Chase knew the truth. Chase had left Seminary for a reason; he was gay. It was simple really. He couldn’t understand why no one had caught on, but didn’t mind at all. He had had multiple boyfriends, unfortunately, they all turned out bad. He hung around in gay bars at night, wanting to forget about all those failed relationships; and his crush on House.

He tried so hard to conceal it, like he did with most things. So far, it was working perfectly. He took a short bathroom break, but upon leaving the clinic room, some random nurse ran up to him and informed him that his car was gone. Chase just stood there and cursed. The nurse looked intimidated, something that rarely happens with Chase, and so she decided it was best to leave. After Chase was done walking down the hall leaving a string of curses in passer-by’s ears, he had walked out to where his car had been and cursed, once, extremely loudly. Satisfied, he went back inside and went back to clinic duty.

It was leaving time, no new cases, and Chase went into House’s office to get his coat. When he went in, House was string at the other end of the room, obviously bored out of his mind. Chase went in to retrieve his coat, but then remembered about his car. He silently let out another string of curses, and then went over to his boss.

“House?” He asked. The mention of his name startled him; it was also the first thing Chase had said to any of his colleagues that day. House turned around to see Chase standing there, with the light hitting his face just enough that Chase just then reminded himself of an archangel. Archangel Chase; he mused over that though for a split second and then came back to reality.

“What?” the older doctor gruffly responded. House already knew what question was coming, and had specifically stayed to help carry it out. What could he say; he had a thing for Chase. Who didn’t? The young Intensivist was beautiful. He was also smart, and could be just as devious as House; maybe that’s why House liked the Aussie so much.

“As you most likely know, my car has vanished, so could you,” The blonde stopped and sighed. House knew it was pride; but House is known to be wrong. “Give me a ride back to my place?” Chase then quickly turned away, hiding the deep blush that was on his cheeks. House smiled, he wouldn’t have if Chase was looking at him though. The fact that Chase would have to be directly behind him on his bike, his ass lined up with the wombat’s-he cut himself off at that thought because Chase was turning back and so House wiped the smile off of his face.

“Sure.” The two walked out, Chase following House. Chase was musing over the thoughts that he would be so close to House. When they got to House’s bike, House threw his helmet on and got on the bike. Chase hesitated, and then swung himself on the bike, directly behind House. They both thought some pretty naughty stuff at this point. They were halfway to Chase’s house when that terrible thing happened. He got hard. House had been hard for awhile now and when Chase did, he couldn’t help but emit a moan. House changed their course and headed for his apartment. Chase was blushing deeply and was paying so much attention to his embarrassment that he didn’t realize the change of course.

When House parked the bike, he hurriedly got off and looked at Chase. His hair was messy, but still managed to be perfect. Chase got off and was just about to say something about where they were until house seized the younger doctor’s mouth with his own. Chase’s eyes bulged for a second, but then answered to the kiss. Chase let out a low purring sound and it just turned House on more. Chase knew that House wanted more, and therefore broke apart the kiss. He put a finger on the older man’s lips.

“We need to finish this inside.” He cooed. House raised an eyebrow and took his cane with one hand and grabbed the Aussie’s tie with another and dragged him into the apartment. Once to his door, He assaulted Chase’s mouth once more. Chase, not wanting to make a scene in the hallway, reached into House’s pants pocket and took out a key. He stuck it in the slot and turned it. They walked inside still kissing. The need for oxygen became apparent and so they broke off. Chase closed the door and House looked at him in amazement.

“You opened the door.” House said, just realizing it.

“I’ve had practice.” Chase explained. The hurt in Chase’s eyes worried House.

“There’s something you’re not telling me, isn’t there?”

“I’ve had a lot of bad relationships before.” Chase looked up at House and locked eyes. The wombat then searched through the man’s eyes, as if peering into his soul.

“I can’t promise we won’t fight, but I can promise you this: that I’ll be as nice to you and care for you as much as humanly possible.” House’s voice showed no hints of sarcasm in it at all. He was determined to make this work. Chase laughed.

“You mean as much as ‘Housingly’ possible?” He asked going up to the older doctor and taking House’s shirt off incredibly fast. House smiled and enveloped Chase in yet another kiss. He begged for entrance and Chase willingly gave it. The two tongues fought, and Chase let out more of those adorable purring noises. House had already taken of his wombat’s tie and shirt and was working on his pants.

“Maybe I’ll try to be human for you.” House whispered into Chase’s ear.

“Then you wouldn’t be the man I love.” He whispered back. They finally were down to just they’re boxers and soon were rid of those as well. They had made it to the bed and House smiled into his kisses as Chase continued to purr.

“I promise I’ll make this work.” House said just before he jammed into his younger lover. This emmitted a loud moan. House was glad Chase wasn't a screamer, this way, his neighbors wouldn't hate him quite as much.

I know it's rushed sounding, but I wrote it in 3 hours while having insomnia...