Warning: This story contains BDSM elements and a lot of sexual acts, implied as well as explicit. If you don't like that, don't read this. If you don't feel comfortable reading about someone with personality insecurities, don't read this.

Hello everybody! Welcome to the last chapter of "Chasing Dreams"!

Firstly: Don't worry, there's a bit of sex at the beginning, but it's not getting explicit, so I'd think everybody who fits the rating can read that ;)

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And lastly: Have fun reading the last chapter!

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He bit his lip, clenching his eyes shut. This was the hardest moment of all, if he got through it without losing control, he'd get his treat. It was like he could actually feel the sounds in his throat clawing at his jaw muscles, wanting to force him to open his mouth and let them escape. Adding to that his mind was showing him about a thousand different images of how the man currently holding him was looking right then and Chase thought he'd go mad if he didn't open his eyes and see exactly what House was looking like.

But he kept his eyes closed, his mouth shut.

The hands on his hips moved his body faster, a sign to go as fast as he wanted now and he wanted to lose his mind in those fast, steady thrusts. Still he had to stay focused, had to keep himself from opening his eyes or making a sound, had to concentrate on not going too fast because he was bound to lose his balance since he couldn't use his hands to steady himself.

"Come."

Chase's body obeyed, he couldn't even control his climax with his mind anymore. As soon as House said that word during sex, he'd come. However, this time, he had to keep control over the situation!

As the wave of current in his body subsided, he slumped. Well, at least he didn't pass out. His body did, mostly, making him collapse on the other man's chest, his head falling onto a soft shoulder. But he'd kept quiet and his eyes were still closed!

"Good boy." House was whispering and the young man relaxed even more, pressing against the slightly sweaty skin. "Looks like you'll get that wish fulfilled today."

It had been another exchange. House loved the idea of not actually blindfolding or gagging Chase, but giving him mental boundaries to work the same way as real ones would. He very obviously got off on the idea of how the younger man would restrain himself mentally, just because he had told him to. Also, they didn't have to keep Chase's fears of being unable to escape in mind this way. He had offered to fulfill Chase one wish if he agreed to let himself be trained.

After a week's practice he was finally able to do it and had to admit he liked the concept, too, especially the way they had done it this time. His hands were bound behind his back, one hand tied to the other arm's elbow and the other way around. He could really feel the restraints, while at the same time, he felt like House had not only bound his arms, but used his mind to tie Chase's.

Another thing he had liked about this night's events was the position. They were on House's couch and he was riding the other man. Being guided by House's hands felt amazing and collapsing against his body wasn't something he had to feel weird about now – he had no choice.

"You already know what you want?"

"Mh… Had a week to think about it. Lots of things I want."

House chuckled. "Did you actually make a decision?"

"Mh… I did."

"You going to tell me?"

"Mhhhh…"

Another chuckle and he felt a hand ruffling his hair.

"I want to stay. In your bed. With you."

Thank god for post-coital bliss! Otherwise he would have probably never had the guts to actually voice his wish. Chase had thought about it for a week and after each of the five times they'd had sex he had felt that he knew exactly what he wanted. They had slept together eight times now and both couldn't get enough. It felt incredibly, like they had done it for years and still as intense as the first time had been.

Minus the passing out part.

Chase didn't think about cuddling and waking up in the older doctor's arms when he voiced his wish. It really was mostly a practical thing. He was tired after they'd had sex and the couch was hurting his back while driving home was about as dangerous as jumping off a cliff. Staying in House's bed was the perfect alternative!

"Then you should try and get up. Still need to change the sheets on the blanket and pillow I'd used 'till yesterday."

Okay, so it wasn't a practical thing. House agreeing without making a fuss or making him feel like he didn't want to made his stomach turn in that really, really good way. Maybe there would be some closeness after all?

Chase was slightly ashamed of it, but he thought about the night in the office and how his boss had held him pretty much every night before he went to sleep. Maybe tonight he wouldn't have to?

Getting up was as interesting as it was complicated and he was happy they'd kept the light on, because getting off House's lap with tied arms in the dark would have been about ten times worse than just getting off his lap with his arms tied. The other man loosened the restraints until Chase was able to slip them off and he checked for damage within seconds, fast enough that Chase hadn't even picked up on it the first two times. Now it made his heart flutter a tiny little bit every time.

"Go change the sheets, gotta call Wilson, don't feel like getting up tomorrow. We'll have a sick day."

He smiled and complied, walking down the hall into the bedroom naked.

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"You already know that you'll wake up with a cough and stuffed nose tomorrow?"

"Yes, I do."

"That's very interesting. Would you care to share the method of achieving that finding, Dr. House? Maybe it's finally time to call Stockholm."

"I'm just that good. I also know that Chase will wake up with a cough and maybe even a fever tomorrow."

"It even works on other people? You should really share your brilliance with me!"

"No, it doesn't. It's just highly likely that he'll catch whatever I will have after sleeping in the same bed."

"Well. Then… when are you planning on letting him move in? Or are you going to marry him first?"

"Oh Jimmy, it's sad how you manage to always get it wrong! Also, marrying is more of your thing, isn't it?"

"Don't start, House. You know, I might be starting to actually feel happy for you. Both of you. I'm not sure yet, but I just might."

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They hadn't gone to sleep like that night in the hospital. They'd gone to sleep on separate sides of the bed, under separate blankets, on separate pillows. Chase figured it wasn't all bad, because as long as he didn't act disappointed about it, House would think he was only fed up with driving home or sleeping on the couch. He still felt like he had to convince his boss that he wasn't in this to try and turn House into his loving boyfriend and partner.

The best thing about having his wish fulfilled was waking up, because House had rolled onto his stomach during the night and had thrown an arm around Chase's torso in the process. He bet half of it had been his doing, but they were lying so very close that he could feel the older man's breath and incredible warmth on his skin. He really could get used to this, that he was sure about.

With a sigh he closed his eyes and snuggled deeper into his pillow. Yeah, he really didn't want House as his partner. Sure.

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"I should force you to make me coffee and bring me breakfast in bed. I mean, you do have me to thank for your day off."

"Just gimme a minute…", Chase muttered in response, pulling the blanket further up his body.

Damn House for opening the window!

"You pansy. It's not that cold and it's almost ten, how do you get into work at eight every morning?"

"Nasty alarm clock."

"Oh, so I need to be nasty to get you out of bed?"

Before he could even wonder how House defined nasty, a cold hand crept up under his blanket and placed itself onto his thigh, wandering upwards steadily…

He was out of the bed in seconds.

"You are just… mean."

After a trip to the bathroom he actually went to the kitchen and got the coffee machine started. They would have to have peanut butter sandwiches for breakfast, seeing as there was nothing else to eat and Chase had a feeling the owner of the flat had no problem with the choice of food at all. So instead of getting bored while waiting for the coffee, he prepared a few sandwiches, which meant he really was bringing House breakfast in bed, but he was sure that wouldn't be too weird. House had ordered him to and he felt like it was a nice thank you for being allowed to stay.

His back sure was thanking him!

"You do make a good wife. Or maybe more of a maid. I'd rather employ than marry you."

"Maybe I should mention that on my next job application. 'I'm not just a genius in my field of work, I also look stunning carrying around breakfast naked'."

"If you apply for a job as a waitress in a gay diner, you could actually be hired for that quality. Oh and hurry up already, getting hungry here!"

"I should pass on that information to future fellowship applicants. You'd hire someone just because they were insane enough to put that into an application and to have fun while making them prove it."

Both of them smirked and after he'd managed to put down the plates on the mattress and House had taken both cups of coffee, Chase climbed back into bed. At least the window was closed now, but it was still far too chilly for his liking. The coffee was going to help with that and he took his cup greedily as House held it out.

"You know, you don't pay me for making you breakfast yet, so you still have to thank me."

"Thank you for making sandwiches? That's just ridiculous. As soon as you give me something like Wilson's pancakes you might deserve a thank you."

He chuckled and reached out for his plate, taking a bite out of his sandwich. Chase often wondered if it was like this when Wilson was with House. They spent a lot of time being playful now. Generally their time together consisted of watching TV, having sex and mostly unimportant chatting mixed with gently spiced comments and a lot of teasing.

Wilson and House weren't doing anything different, were they? Well, despite the having sex part. Chase was pretty sure that House was his friend now, that he was House's friend. It wasn't like they'd spent time together without having sex or talking about their initial deal, but those things were just single parts of a lot more.

Sometimes he wondered if House thought about all this as much as he did.

If he did at all.

"So how far along are you with the book?"

"Well… I started the fourth chapter, but I still don't really like that part right now. All that talk about how sometimes people think they have done something to deserve to be punished, to not be free, all that isn't really me."

"Not even concerning the mommy-issues?"

"No. I didn't do anything wrong." He looked down and took another bite to stall. "I tried my best and even if it wasn't enough, that doesn't make what I tried wrong or somehow bad. What happened wasn't under my control, it wasn't really my responsibility, even if it felt like it then."

"That sounds a lot less angry than you normally do."

"I took your… advice… and thought about a few things instead of avoiding everything. It's working, I think. And I only have four more chapters to go and see if there are any ill-advised reasons for why I like what I like. But I learned that it can just be a harmless fetish to get off on words like punishment!"

"Good to know!"

Just like that they went back to joking about everything and nothing. Chase actually liked that they didn't have long, serious talks anymore that ended with House forcing them back onto normal grounds. Now they just talked about the serious stuff whenever something came up and then went on with whatever they'd been doing. He was able to tell the other man a lot in those pseudo casual conversations he wouldn't have wanted to explain otherwise.

It amazed him how much their behavior had changed since that first blowjob, the "differential" House had let him take part in.

Right now he was receiving his treatment and judging by the amount of time he spent smiling for no actual reason, it was working, House really was helping him be more comfortable. Oh and the regular sex was doing a bit for that, too.

"Did you tell Cameron and Foreman we wouldn't be in today?"

"Nope."

"Did you tell Cu- Wait, did you tell anyone at all?"

"Maybe. God, you ask too many questions for someone who didn't even want to get out of bed half an hour ago."

Even more surprising than the transition from joking to seriousness back to joking was how House managed to go from teasing him like he would if Chase were just a friend and employee, to pressing him into the mattress and kissing him forcefully. The younger man hadn't known what had been happening to him when House had grabbed and kissed him without any kind of warning the day after they had had sex at his flat for the first time. But he really, really liked all that a lot more than working up to having sex by watching TV and talking about God knew what when both of them really just wanted to get into each other's pants!

"Wilson knows, he'll tell anyone who wants us."

"But-"

This time House used it as a successful method of shutting him up. Their plates were pushed to the foot of the bed since the older man obviously didn't care about getting crumbs everywhere or destroying his dishes.

It really was like all those Sunday mornings Chase had spent with various girl- and boyfriends in the past when he felt himself being covered by House's body while the older man kissed him, one hand buried in his hair. Chase's hands found their place on House's torso, one resting on his side, the other one sprawled out on his back. Lying in bed naked under the sheets in the morning had to be the world's biggest sign that he was free to touch the other man however he felt like.

That really was a change from how they normally got into it.

But he felt great and House tasted of peanut butter and coffee so sweet no normal adult would want to drink it and this was the perfect morning and he really couldn't believe he would have been sitting at work if it hadn't been for his wish of staying over like this. Chase had a funny feeling thinking about it, but he was suddenly very sure he would have liked to get used to this.

The older man initiated a change of positions after a while, probably because his leg had been bothering him the last few days and leaning over had been awkward. Chase knew his way around the other man's leg pretty well already. He was straddling him then, noticing both their arousal and rocking his hips slightly. They moaned simultaneously, panting against the other man's lips and Chase felt two hands grasping strands of his hair this time and pulling him back down into a kiss.

The slightly rough action reminded him that lazy morning sex wasn't part of their deal, wasn't why he was lying in House's bed.

He didn't really feel like getting up and he actually just wanted House to take him – nothing more. But sex was always planned with them, House always seemed to have a certain theme in his mind, a certain issue he wanted to tackle. Normally there was a reason behind having sex, not just craving for satisfaction.

Sometimes their kisses started out as small battles for dominance, but House always won those playful fights and Chase loved to lose as soon as they grew more heated. Heated couldn't even begin to describe how their current kiss felt, his lips were on fire, as was his cock and House would probably want to get into their regular setting – but the bag containing the padded cuffs, ropes and everything else they had started to use frequently was in the living room!

Chase decided to hold himself back slightly and let House take over the kiss, focusing on responding to the man's movements. He didn't even notice how the thought made him stop the movement of the hand he wasn't using to balance himself. He left it laying on House's chest where he'd been teasing and rubbing his nipples before. He also didn't consciously stop the rocking motion of his hips, going still on the other man's body without even noticing.

But obviously House did notice.

He broke the kiss, staring up at his employee with one part curiosity and two parts annoyance.

"You want me to go and get the bag from the living room?"

There was silence in the room, only disturbed by their heavy breathing. Both earlier emotions vanished from House's face.

"Get off."

"What?"

"I said, GET OFF!"

Chase felt himself being pushed to the side and had to roll off of the other man's body. He had no idea what was happening, why House seemed angry so suddenly.

"What is it? Did I do something wrong? I didn't know, so I thought I'd ask, I didn't think you didn't want me to. I'm sorry? What do you…Why are you…"

He looked up at his boss, who had gotten off the bed and instantly put on his pyjama pants, showing him very clearly that they wouldn't be having sex anytime soon. As Chase let his words trail off House sighed exasperatedly and his hands formed themselves into fists while he turned around quickly.

"God damnit, can't you be fucking normal for once in your fucked up life?!"

"…what?"

"You heard exactly what I said! You can't be…"

Once again the room was bathed in silence and Chase had to avert his eyes as soon as House stopped talking. Those words had hurt him more than he would have thought possible. That one word.

It wasn't so much House telling him his life was fucked up, but the man screaming at him that he was not normal…

Chase felt like everything around him – no, inside him – was crumbling to pieces. His confidence, his pride, everything that had been built by House these last few days seemed to vanish at the thought that he was not normal, not even for House, no matter what the older man had said. But then, why had he?

"Chase…"

He had to cover himself with the sheets before he managed to look up and that one gesture was so painful he felt like he could cry his eyes out. He'd been able to walk around naked without feeling awkward! He'd been fucking comfortable and now this!

House's face wasn't closed off for once and he was overwhelmed by all those things he could read there.

House felt remorse for his choice of words.

House was actually sorry.

Chase almost gasped as the strange flicker of longing told him that House had been thinking exactly the same as he had been.

House had wanted normal sex, not because their regular, abnormal sex was something bad, but because it would be different for them to have sex without some additional reason behind it.

The older man sighed again and Chase watched him sit down on the edge of the bed with a quiet grunt. That fury, that anger hadn't been meant to hurt him, House hadn't been thinking about what his choice of words would do and House not calculating everything, House acting irrational – that was a pretty clear sign, wasn't it?

Chase was still feeling a slight ache in his chest over that unwanted insult, but his heart was beating a mile a minute and even though the words hurt, he couldn't stop thinking about the deeper meaning behind the older man being out of his own control. He had no idea what he was supposed to do, if he was supposed to say that he understood, if he was supposed to tell House that it was okay.

And it wasn't okay, really, it wasn't.

But still, he couldn't sit there and leave things as they were and so he drew the sheets tighter around himself and moved closer, sitting next to the other man. He didn't even look at him, but in the corner of his eye he could see that House was looking up, watching him sit next to him with a slightly surprised expression.

Chase sighed and pressed one edge of the blanket against his chest, careful to keep the space between them. It seemed like a million questions started to circle inside his head. He still had no idea what exactly was supposed to happen, what would happen, but then House slid that tiny bit closer to him and placed an arm around his shoulders and even though that still didn't give him any answers, Chase felt himself relax. Maybe House had a few of those answers, maybe he didn't, maybe some of those questions didn't even really need asking.

It didn't have to matter right then. House was almost holding him and if that didn't need an explanation, maybe everything else didn't either.

FIN

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