House POV

I don't like to play daddy.

Cameron always needed someone to hold her hand, tell her she did a good job, and say it was okay when she screwed up royally. She wanted to be daddy's little princess. I don't encourage or tolerate that kind of behavior. It's taken me a while, but I've managed to weed some of it out of her.

Foremen wanted someone to approve of him, someone he respected and looked up to. He would rebel to get it right, but afterwards he liked to be acknowledged for the fact. He was the guy every kid wished they had for a dad. He'll play catch with you on the weekends and let you have a cookie after dinner. He wanted a father's father, someone who'll nod to him with respect when he's done well; that I can do every now and then.

Chase still had that not quite grown up teenager attitude going for him. He'll just as soon tell you you're dying as laugh at a dirty joke. He even had a nice dose of childhood angst to throw into the mix. He had stopped expecting someone to show up at his football games, but had never stopped wanting it. The best I could do about that was say when he was right about a diagnosis.

Don't think I didn't notice how he'd behaved when dear-old-dad showed up and stepped into his territory. Chase had gotten used to being teacher's little wombat, suddenly the old man swoops in and comes up with solutions that teacher likes better than his pets' ideas. He fought hard to regain his footing with me there.

It proved to me just how bad Robert needed my attention.

And boy was he getting it in spades now.

Chase POV

I had wavered a bit last night, wondering if I could be playful with him.

That's how I like my sex most of the time: playful.

Not that I wasn't in to other things, I had dated a dominatrix once, but a lot of the time I want my intimate relations to be…fun.

And that for me means starting out kind of shy and innocent, working my way up to aggressive yet endearing, and finally serious and focused.

It turns out Greg wouldn't want it any other way. He said it suits my personality. He found it "Cute"-that was the first time I had heard him use the word out of the context of sarcasm.

I went into the kitchen after having woken up to a rather light and cheerful tune being played on the piano. I vaguely recognized the piece, but I couldn't name it to save my life.

I had struggled over the decision of whether I should wear a shirt or not. I settled on an open white shirt and a pair of flannel boxers, extending my "cute" theme into a late morning breakfast as I helped myself to a bowl of cereal and went into the dinning room where my lover sat playing away, fully dressed save for a jacket and a pair of shoes.

I leaned against the wall and watched him for a while as I munched away at my cocoa-puffs.

"Aren't you a little over dressed" I finally stated.

He glanced over at me and did a quick observation of my appearance before turning his gaze back to his sheet music and smiling, "Recognize this number? It's called Boogie Nights"

I came over and placed my bowl down on top of the piano next to his vicodin and slid onto the bench. "It's not Marvin Gaye, but it's a nice song" I commented, messing him up by playing with a few of the keys at my end.

"No, no, you're doing it wrong" he said, and made me watch his hand as he played out a few notes of the song.

I copied his actions and that was it. The rest of the afternoon, House tried to teach me how to play piano.

We laughed. We had fun. We shamelessly interrupted ourselves for doses of sexual activity. I was so glad it was a weekend.

House POV

I joked with Robert about how he wasn't getting out of practicing his scales just because he was sleeping with the teacher.

He proceeded to assault my neck with his rather skilled mouth.

We literally made music together.

It was in no way pleasant to musically inclined ears most of the time, but it was us.

Damaged, patched over, limping, loving, not so well-adjusted, us.

And we were perfect for each other.

THE END

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A/N: Yes, I do promise to write more House/Chase fics in the future, who could resist that lovable Aussie and his not so lovable, but still fun as hell boss?