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  House/Chase Snapshots 
 by Lex  

 House/Chase Snapshots

Rated Adult

House knew he'd lost the battle when, despite his efforts to contain it, a
goofily affectionate grin appeared on his face and stripped his supposed
anger of any credibility. Who could have known that a cute Australian
accent could become even cuter when its owner was caught up in an
argument?

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Chase wouldn't eat cereal for breakfast unless it was drenched with cream.
Cereal with milk wasn't an option. House shook his head, watching as the
blond (after the last Corn Flake had been eaten) closed his eyes and
tipped the bowl against his pretty mouth, savoring the remaining cream in
a manner that struck House as hedonistic. In these days of fat free milk,
who the hell used cream anymore?

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Chase's offended glare only served to fuel House's laughter. "The
`Socceroos?' How can a team with such a stupid name be expected to win a
game, let alone the World Cup?"

Chase, with wounded dignity, flipped one end of his green and yellow scarf
over his shoulder and turned his attention back to the tv. "I wouldn't
expect an American to know anything about the world's greatest sport," he
remarked cuttingly, and, paying no further attention to House, lost
himself in the match. House raised his eyebrows, but, surprisingly,
refrained from further mocking commentary. Later, he had the good grace to
remain tactfully silent when Italy put an end to Australia's World Cup
dreams, assuming what he hoped was a suitably grave expression and
pretending not to notice the tear trickling down Chase's smooth cheek, or
the slump of the boy's shoulders. 

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House woke up early in the morning pretty much every day, ready and
wanting to fuck Chase. As the blond slept, unprotected and innocent,
beside him, House would press up against his lover's back, rubbing and
thrusting his morning hard-on against Chase's sexy ass. House's need was
so urgent that, most mornings, he didn't even wait until Chase came awake
before driving his stiff cock into the kid's asshole, pulling the blond
tightly against him and moaning against the pale neck. Chase always ended
up wide awake though, writhing and gasping House's name, imploring him to
do it harder, faster, deeper, as his young body jerked frantically against
the diagnostician's long frame. Later, House, sucking Chase's come from
his fingers, would tell Chase to take the first shower; as the Australian
dazedly padded to the bedroom door, House would ogle that tight little
caboose and grin like an idiot. 

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During his relationship with House, Chase had learned to hear "I love you"
even when the actual words remained unspoken. At first, he'd been hurt and
upset when his heartfelt yet shy declarations of love had been met with
only uncomfortable silences from House. Still, the blond couldn't stop
himself from saying those three words: in bed, at the movies, on the sofa,
in restaurants, even surreptitiously in House's office, he confessed his
devotion to his lover over and over. As time passed, Chase eventually came
to recognize in House's awkward gestures of affection, in his ragged
endearments during sex, and in the diagnostician's blue eyes and in his
smile, corresponding declarations of love - so that one day, when the
older man quietly whispered, "I love you - I love you," into Chase's ear,
the Australian drew his lover even closer and said, "I know."

  
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