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'House!'

Chase's arms flung wildly as he tried to catch himself. His old boss was nice enough to stick his cane out and catch Chases knee as he walked into the viewing room of his operation lobby.

He braced for chairs to stop him in impact but he only hit something that was solid but warm. His fingers were quick to grab a hold of a thick material in front of him while his legs struggled to right themsleves. With dazed eyes, he rose them and they only grew wide in shock. He was gripping Houses shirt, staring up into those deep blue eyes that seem to be searching, mocking Chase.

Looking away slowly, his fingers were gripping his old bosses forearms tightly to keep him up straight.

"Why Chase, You dont have to be so rough with me. Remember, I'm a cripple."

A blush coated his cheeks from Houses words, that deeo voice purring to him. No.... His legs trembled a little at that sudden warm rush of heat, that tingle, those old feeling starting to rise. A deep chuckle made Chase shiver, his fingers gripping Houses arms tighter. "House.." He whispered breathlessly. Chases eyes stared at his lips, watching them, wanting to taste them again. Houses hands didn't touch him, they just stayed at his side, as thou this was a normal every day thing.

Closing his eyes slowly, Chases hands began to trail up, brushing along that soft black suit jacket till he touched those strong shoulders. His eyes watched those lips grow into a small smirk, his body jerking forward, his chest pressing into Houses own from the sudden feel of that black cane being pressed into his spine.

"Why are you doing this?" Chase whispered, his heart racing. He felt his, the sudden urge to pull House down to the floor, to feel him on top of his body again. His answer caused a deep groan to rip from his throat.

"Its interesting."

Head tilted back, Chase stared into those cold blue eyes, wanting to know if this was a gag, if this was a joke... But they held nothing. To hell with it! His body pushed itself to the tips of his toes, his lips drawing closer to Houses own, he closed his eyes at the feel of his hot breath against his chin, just one taste.

"Now Chase, we're both married men. What would our wives think?"

With a heated glance, Chases hand rose up to cup the back of Houses head. "Shut up." He muttered before pulling him down, pressing their lips together.

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'House!'

Chase's arms flung wildly as he tried to catch himself. His old boss was nice enough to stick his cane out and catch Chases knee as he walked into the viewing room of his operation lobby.

He braced for chairs to stop him in impact but he only hit something that was solid but warm. His fingers were quick to grab a hold of a thick material in front of him while his legs struggled to right themsleves. With dazed eyes, he rose them and they only grew wide in shock. He was gripping Houses shirt, staring up into those deep blue eyes that seem to be searching, mocking Chase.

Looking away slowly, his fingers were gripping his old bosses forearms tightly to keep him up straight.

"Why Chase, You dont have to be so rough with me. Remember, I'm a cripple."

A blush coated his cheeks from Houses words, that deeo voice purring to him. No.... His legs trembled a little at that sudden warm rush of heat, that tingle, those old feeling starting to rise. A deep chuckle made Chase shiver, his fingers gripping Houses arms tighter. "House.." He whispered breathlessly. Chases eyes stared at his lips, watching them, wanting to taste them again. Houses hands didn't touch him, they just stayed at his side, as thou this was a normal every day thing.

Closing his eyes slowly, Chases hands began to trail up, brushing along that soft black suit jacket till he touched those strong shoulders. His eyes watched those lips grow into a small smirk, his body jerking forward, his chest pressing into Houses own from the sudden feel of that black cane being pressed into his spine.

"Why are you doing this?" Chase whispered, his heart racing. He felt his, the sudden urge to pull House down to the floor, to feel him on top of his body again. His answer caused a deep groan to rip from his throat.

"Its interesting."

Head tilted back, Chase stared into those cold blue eyes, wanting to know if this was a gag, if this was a joke... But they held nothing. To hell with it! His body pushed itself to the tips of his toes, his lips drawing closer to Houses own, he closed his eyes at the feel of his hot breath against his chin, just one taste.

"Now Chase, we're both married men. What would our wives think?"

With a heated glance, Chases hand rose up to cup the back of Houses head. "Shut up." He muttered before pulling him down, pressing their lips together.

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