The Reunion
Title: The Reunion
Author: Rachel
Pairing: Foreman/Chase/Cameron
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Cameron brings in Foreman, and together they test how far Chase can be pushed.
Warnings: dub-con/non-con, explicit sexy time, teh gays
Disclaimer: Obvi not mine.
Chase was glancing at her uneasily, seeming to ask her what he should be doing. Cameron could see his nervous look, but refused to acknowledge it, instead staring stoically into her drink, pretending to be uninterested.
“You want more to drink, Eric?” she asked finally, placing her own glass of wine onto the coffee table. She still refused to acknowledge Chase, but smiled lightly at Foreman, her hand already on the bottle of whiskey.
“Sure, why not,” Foreman agreed. He finished his glass and slid it toward Cameron. Foreman was already loosening up, relaxing into the whiskey, and Cameron decided that one more hardy glass would be enough.
“Working there, working with House, you need it,” Cameron said, glancing up at him, the whiskey causing the ice to tinker against the glass.
Chase snorted, and Cameron finally acknowledged him with an annoyed glare. For seemingly the first time, Chase found something more interesting than Cameron, and became intent on staring into his wine.
Foreman didn’t answer, just took his glass and cocked an eyebrow towards Chase. “You guys are having problems.”
“Why would you say that?” Cameron said, not testily, almost curious.
“Because we never hang out with Foreman. And now you’ve invited him here as if it’ll make things less awkward,” Chase told his wine glass. He kept his face lowered towards his drink, but Cameron could see him peeking nervously up at her through his bangs, reminding her of some sort of child who knows he’s been bad.
Cameron just shook her head, and Foreman laughed, taking another swig of whiskey.
“Is it because you’re still interested in House?” Foreman asked her, genuinely smiling for the first time that night.
Cameron stared at him in what she hoped was an icy way. Foreman returned her gaze coolly, his eyebrow raised in typical Foreman fashion.
“Of course she is,” Chase said moodily, finishing his wine. “Can you even imagine a Cameron who isn’t?” Foreman murmured some sort of agreement.
Cameron turned her angry gaze towards Chase, and, unlike Foreman, Chase was affected. He cowered slightly into the couch, and went to pour himself a large glass of wine.
“You don’t know anything about it,” she replied finally, choosing to look at Foreman instead of Chase, but keeping Chase in the corner of her eye. He was staring dejectedly into his wine glass, slouching further into the couch. “Besides, I’m about as interested in House as Chase is in you, Foreman.”
She waited for her words to sink in. Chase, who had been mid-sip, sputtered and choked, coughing nervously once he had managed to get his wine down. He was shooting glances at Foreman, who hadn’t shown any sort of reaction yet. Cameron waited.
“Wh-Foreman, I don’t…that’s not true at all, it isn’t,” Chase protested, his eyes and voice pleading with Foreman. Foreman didn’t turn to Chase at all, just kept his gaze steadily on Cameron. She didn’t flinch, just stared back. “Allison, tell him that isn’t true. Tell him.” Cameron refused to look at Chase, though she could see him trying to give her an imploring, wounded puppy look.
“He is,” she said to Foreman. “He’s too interested in what you’re doing, and too upset at you all the time, to not be attracted to you. He’s not the kind of person to bother getting riled up about things. But you-now that’s something he gets riled up over.”
“What? So you’re saying that because I don’t like Foreman because he’s a jerk , that makes me queer for him then, is that it? Is it, Allison?”
“Chase isn’t even gay,” Foreman said, ignoring Chase’s protests from the couch.
“I’m here you know,” Chase huffed. “You could just ask me.”
“Well?” Cameron said, turning suddenly to face Chase. It must have come as a surprise, because Chase, in his excitement, had leaned forward on the couch, but when she turned, he sunk back quickly into his slightly cowering position. “Are you, Chase?”
Both she and Foreman were staring at him now, and Cameron was excited at the idea of him squirming under them like that. He was looking anxiously from her to Foreman and back again, hoping that they’d back off. But both her and Foreman, they were stronger than Chase could ever be, neither of them would back down. Especially not before Chase did.
“I-well, I’m not exactly gay,” Chase said uncomfortably. “I like you, don’t I?” He gave Cameron a weak smile.
Cameron refused to acknowledge it. “But are you attracted to men? Are you attracted to Foreman?”
“Even if I am attracted to men, it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m attracted to Foreman , now does it.”
“Answer the question, Chase.” Cameron stared expectantly, watched Chase gulp nervously, saw him look to Foreman to support and then turn back to her when he realized that Foreman wasn’t going to help him.
“I-well, I…” Chase sighed, defeated, realized he was surrounded. Cameron could see the concession on his face, could feel him succumbing to his inevitable loss in the game they played. “Well, yeah, I guess. I just…I just, like men too. Plenty of people go both ways. Thirteen does, eh, Foreman?” He looked at Foreman eagerly, for support or approval, but Foreman revealed nothing. Chase swallowed heavily, looked back into his glass.
“And Foreman?” Cameron prodded.
“Yes,” Chase mumbled.
“Yes, what?”
“I…I find him attractive, yeah.” Chase sank all the way back into the couch, and Cameron knew the expression on his face, his attempt to hide his embarrassment at being dominated yet again. Chase could never win, yet he always tried, each time, just like he did with House, just like he had done with his father, like a kid fighting with a parent in an argument he’d never win. “Sorry, Foreman,” Chase added weakly, glancing at Foreman through his hair. Foreman’s face remained impassive. If she had been in Chase’s place, she would have been frightened by Foreman’s lack of reaction. But since she wasn’t, fortunately, in Chase’s place, she felt an exciting jolt of enjoyment from it.
“Well? Are you going to do anything about it?” Cameron asked. She kept her face steady, but her wine glass was gripped tightly in her hand.
“What?” Chase turned to her, startled and confused.
“You heard me. Are you going to do anything about it?”
“Allison, please stop,” Chase said, and he was almost begging now. She hesitated, wondering if she were taking this too far.
“Come on, Chase, have some balls,” Foreman said, his face still not betraying any sort of emotion. Cameron felt another excited jolt, seeing Foreman staring stoically like that. Chase was now staring at Foreman, his face a mixture of shame and, she wasn’t sure, maybe even fear.
“Come on, Foreman, let it be,” Chase said, but his protests were weak, Cameron knew that he sensed the inevitable. She felt eager, but she tried not to let it show, and she gripped the glass even more tightly in her hand.
“Come on, Chase,” Cameron urged.
Foreman was growing bored, Cameron could see that now. He stood up, and she realized how huge he was, he towered over her and Chase, and his muscles, his biceps, were larger than she remembered. Chase, if possible, sank even further into the couch, as if hoping he could disappear all together. Foreman plucked the glass from Chase’s hand, placed it down on the table. Cameron’s heart was beating so hard she thought she might explode. She clutched her glass for dear life, to the point where she was worried it might shatter in her hand.
“Foreman,” Chase said, his last attempt at fighting them off, but he knew now that he couldn’t win. Seeing Chase accept the inevitable was exciting for Cameron, but with each of his crushing defeats, she couldn’t help but feel a little sad for him. He gave her a last pleading look, and this time she looked away into her glass.
Foreman leaned down and gripped Chase’s shoulders. He looked so imposing, so powerful in comparison to Chase, who was hunched into the couch, looking up nervously through his hair. She could see Foreman’s fingers pressing tightly into Chase’s shoulders, and though Chase tried to squirm slightly, Foreman was holding him firmly in place.
“Tell me you want this, Chase,” Foreman said, his voice rumbling the command.
“I don’t…I don’t know…”
“Chase,” Cameron said. “For me. For us? Please?”
Chase didn’t move, and Cameron held her breath, fearing that Chase would finally make a stand. But Chase, though he didn’t answer, finally acquiesced with a nod, his hair hiding his face. Cameron let out the breath she had been holding.
“Come on,” Foreman growled, pulling Chase up.
Cameron led the way, glancing back occasionally to see Chase following her miserably and Foreman walking behind him. Chase tried to give her a last pleading look, and whispered, “Allison, I don’t know if…”
“It’ll be fun, Chase,” she whispered back, and Foreman closed the door to the bedroom behind them.
She nodded at Foreman, and moved to Chase, putting her arms lightly to his waist. He flinched slightly but didn’t move away, and she kissed him lightly on the lips. He started to kiss back, tentatively, and as they kissed she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes were closed, but she could see Foreman behind Chase, watching them.
She slipped his shirt off gently and touched his stomach, rubbing her hands gently over him. And then Foreman moved behind him, his hands on Chase’s waist. Chase flinched roughly this time, breaking the kiss, and his breath started to come out in nervous gasps.
“I don’t…I really don’t know…” Chase tried again.
“Chase, you like Foreman, don’t you? And you like me?” Chase nodded. “Well, then, what’s wrong?” Chase just shook his head.
Foreman was growing impatient again. He turned Chase around, and his embrace around Chase was strong, and his kiss harsh. But Chase liked it. No matter how much he tried to assert his own power, in the end, Chase just wanted to submit. Not only did he want it, he got off on it. Cameron felt her whole body start to tingle as she watched.
She moved to their sides and began to unbuckle Foreman’s belt, rubbing him through his jeans as she did. She ripped it off and unbuttoned his jeans, forcing herself between them. Foreman continued to kiss Chase, and she sank to her knees, pulling down Foreman’s jeans as she did. Foreman was only half-hard, and she took him into her mouth.
“Do you want to do that for me, Chase? Take my cock into your mouth?” Foreman asked, and Cameron felt Chase shudder. Foreman was hard now, and as she continued to run her mouth over his cock, she also rubbed Chase’s erection through his jeans. She heard him moan reluctantly, saw his hand gripping Foreman’s bicep. Foreman pulled her off of him, and Cameron knew who was going to be in charge.
“Tell me you want this,” Foreman hissed at Chase. Cameron watched excitedly. Chase’s face could never hide anything, and she saw his face go from longing to confusion and back again.
“I don’t…I don’t know,” Chase admitted softly.
“Tell me,” Foreman said. He was gripping Chase by the hair on the back of his head, forcing Chase to look up at him, his other hand gripping Chase’s ass.
“Yes,” Chase managed finally, breaking off in a groan. “Yes, I want it, Foreman, I want it.” Foreman let him go, and Chase turned to look back at Cameron, and his face was still slightly pleading, but she wasn’t sure what he wanted from her. She stood up and hastily took off her clothes, enjoying that both Chase and Foreman were watching. She then moved over to Chase and unbuttoned his pants, him still staring at her, expecting something, and she pulled is jeans and boxers off. She was tired, though, of treating him so tenderly, and wanted to get into the game now. She pushed Chase roughly down onto the bed, kissing him, biting at his bottom lip, taking his erection deep into her mouth. He ran his hands over her back, over her butt, and then she could also feel Foreman against her back. Her body shuddered expectantly as she felt his cock lightly brushing her backside. His hands grazed over her thighs, and then his fingers began to rub her clitoris gently. She moaned over Chase’s cock.
She moved off of Chase and sprawled next to him on the bed. “Take off your shirt,” she said, trying to take some of Foreman’s command away. Foreman obliged. She watched Foreman, and so did Chase, his body was all muscle, his perfect form rippling out from his clothing.
Foreman climbed into the bed over Chase, moving over him until he was knelt over Chase’s face. He leaned over and forced himself into Chase’s mouth, unceremoniously really, and Chase choked slightly at the suddenness of it. His knees kept Chase’s wrists pinned to the bed, and he thrust into Chase’s mouth, one hand helping to guide Chase’s head. He motioned to Cameron, and she moved in front of him, still splayed on the bed, opening herself up to him. Foreman sunk two fingers into her, finding her G-spot and causing her to gasp. He bent over and began to lick at her clitoris, adding another finger. She writhed over his fingers, trying to force him deeper inside of her. He hummed against her clitoris, and even bit her lightly, and she felt almost overwhelmed by pleasure.
Foreman stopped suddenly, and Cameron groaned in frustration, took her own fingers and began to run them over her clitoris. “Have you ever prepped a man, Cameron?” Foreman asked.
She grinned slightly, stopped fingering herself. “Sure.” She fumbled through her nightstand, finally found her lube, and produced it almost proudly to him.
“I…erm,” Chase sputtered.
“Have you ever had sex with a man before, Chase?” Cameron asked teasingly.
“Not…not since college,” Chase managed, staring at her somewhat incredulously.
“Lie down,” she said. She glanced at Foreman, but he seemed content to let her do the work for now, as he stroked himself slowly. Chase did as he was told, and even spread his legs slightly. “Hold him,” she said to Foreman. Foreman raised an eyebrow in surprise, but moved to straddle Chase again, holding his wrists down with his hands.
“Allison, just, erm…” But Foreman stopped him from going on, thrusting into Chase’s mouth again. Cameron slicked her fingers with lube, and ran them teasingly over Chase’s entrance. Chase groaned, and Foreman shuddered at the sensation. She slowly eased a finger into to Chase, and he squirmed slightly, but Foreman kept him pinned. She added another finger, and this time found his prostrate, rubbing it with her fingers. Chase moaned loudly this time, his whole body trying to jump from the bed. Cameron couldn’t help herself. After prepping him for a little while longer, she removed her fingers and straddled Chase. She eased herself onto his cock, relief flooding her as she finally felt his cock fill her. Chase was moaning again, and Cameron ground down on him, rubbing her clitoris against his stomach. She felt the heat rising in her and came, ripples of pleasure filling her body. She shuddered to a stop, gripping Foreman’s thighs as she rode her orgasm.
Foreman must have known she had come, and he stopped as well, easing himself off of Chase. He turned to Cameron, kissing her, biting, lowering her down under him. She could feel his large body covering her, and she gripped his biceps tightly. He thrust into her, going balls deep and then pulling all the way out, rubbing her clitoris as he did so. She felt herself growing aroused again, and groaned against his mouth. She looked over at Chase, who was staring wide-eyed, still looking a little frightened of what was happening, but he nevertheless moved closer until his face was staring over her, his hair hanging so that it tickled her forehead. He leaned in and began to kiss her, hesitantly at first, but finally eagerly, and she loved the feeling of both men running their hands over her. Chase’s hands were on her sides and breasts, and Foreman was gripping her thighs roughly.
Foreman moved off of her and grabbed Chase by the back of the head, grabbing him until he was hovering over Cameron again. She stared up at Chase, his hair falling into his eyes, his face lust-clouded now, and his lips swollen. Then Chase bore down on her, filling her where Foreman had been, wrapping her body in his arms.
Foreman moved behind Chase, and Cameron watched him, expectant. Foreman must have decided that Cameron hadn’t prepped Chase enough, because he probed two lubed fingers into Chase cautiously. Chase halted, tensing, but Cameron dug her nails into his back, urging him on. Foreman must have hit his prostate then, and Chase began to shudder, crying out in what could have either been pleasure or pain. Foreman withdrew his fingers and lubed his own dick. He pressed down on Chase, and Cameron could feel his added weight. As Foreman placed his cock at Chase’s entrance, she felt Chase tense up, his hands gripping her shoulders almost painfully. Foreman pressed on, and Chase cried out again, this time definitely in pain, and he buried his face into Cameron’s shoulder.
“You all right, Chase?” Foreman asked, and she could see him, unmoving, gripping Chase by the waist.
Chase took a few deep breaths and then nodded slightly against Cameron. And Foreman pressed in further, so that Cameron could almost feel Chase’s pain, his groans muffled into the bed next to her.
“Jesus,” Chase managed through gritted teeth. “I can’t…Foreman, I can’t…”
Foreman stopped again, waiting as Chase squirmed to find some sort of comfort with half of Foreman’s cock in his ass. Cameron felt a guilty wave of pleasure, feeling Chase’s cock moving slightly in her, his belly rubbing against her clitoris, his long hair brushing lightly against her chest, his hands now gripping at her back and the back of her head.
Once Chase had stopped letting out small gasps of pain, Foreman thrust into him completely, and this time Chase let out a yell. Foreman waited again, let Chase get as comfortable as he could. And once Chase stopped struggling, Foreman began to thrust, starting slowly. Chase was completely useless now, not moving at all, letting Foreman do what he wanted with his body, his hands no longer even gripping at Cameron. As Foreman thrust into Chase, Chase’s body was thrust into Cameron, and she felt ripples of pleasure.
“More, Foreman,” she managed, her nails digging into Chase’s back and Foreman’s forearm. “Faster.”
Foreman obliged, and began thrusting into Chase, pulling out and slamming back in, pulling and pushing Chase’s body as he did so. Cameron could feel the thrusts through her entire body, deep and fast. Chase had come back to life at Foreman’s harder thrusting, and was now gripping at Cameron and the bed sheets, his hands scrabbling desperately, trying to find something to grip as if that would somehow lessen the pain.
“Foreman, I can’t!” Chase yelled into Cameron’s chest. She could feel the sweat from his forehead on her chest, and he was whimpering helplessly with the sheets balled up in his frantic grip. Foreman thrust again, and Chase cried out, clutching more tightly at the sheets.
“Christ, Foreman, maybe you should-” But Foreman must have hit Chase’s prostate, because Chase gave another loud yell, but this one was more in pleasure. Foreman kept thrusting, even harder than before, taking advantage of Chase’s pleasure that allowed him to take him even harder. Cameron could imagine Chase’s mix of pain and pleasure, could feel it herself. His body rubbed her clitoris and breasts, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.
With a final yell, Chase came, grabbing at the bed sheets. Cameron, realizing that he was orgasming, came with him, feeling another intense rippling of heated pleasure overcome her body. Chase collapsed onto her chest, and Foreman stopped thrusting.
“Are you done?” she asked Foreman.
He didn’t answer. He pulled out of Chase, and Chase gave a gasp, gripping the sheets again. Foreman rolled Chase over off of Cameron and positioned himself at Chase’s entrance again.
“Foreman,” Chase said weakly.
Foreman still didn’t answer. He thrust into Chase again, this time quickly, and Chase gripped at Foreman’s biceps as he cried out hoarsely. Now that Chase was on his back, Cameron could see his pained face beneath the sweaty bangs plastering his forehead and hanging over his eyes. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were shut tightly, opening only occasionally to stare up frantically and pleadingly at Foreman. He was moaning and protesting incoherently through he teeth. Coming down from her arousal, she suddenly realized how much pain Chase must be in to look like that, and she felt her stomach twist.
“Jesus, Foreman, take it easy,” Cameron said, looking at Chase nervously.
“Foreman, please,” she heard Chase managed, his breathing harsh and uneven as he tried to control his moaning enough to manage something coherent. “Hurts. Can’t…Foreman, please.”
Foreman didn’t seem to hear either of them, and continued to thrust roughly. Chase was groaning, no longer able to speak, and seeming to try to squirm away from Foreman, out of Foreman’s hands that were gripping his ankles tightly.
“Foreman,” Chase moaned. “God, Foreman, stop!”
With that, Foreman came, grunting and thrusting a few last times into Chase. He pulled out of Chase quickly again, and Chase winced but didn’t complain.
“You all right?” he asked Chase, and Cameron noticed he didn’t look in Chase’s direction.
Chase took a few deep breaths, his breathing still harsh and jagged, and nodded.
“Jesus, Foreman,” Cameron said. She wanted to touch Chase, to see if he was all right, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to do so. “This wasn’t supposed to be anything like that . Jesus Christ.”
“What’s that mean? Anything like that? What’s that mean?” Chase demanded, trying to sit up but wincing.
“It doesn’t mean anything, Chase,” she snapped. She glanced at Foreman, but she couldn’t read him. “It was just rough is all.”
Chase was silent except for his unsteady, shaky breathing, and she felt a wave of guilt and was forced to close her eyes.
“I thought you said he liked it rough,” Foreman said a little angrily, and got up to put his clothes on.
“What?” Chase said. Cameron shut her eyes tighter. “She said what?”
“Before I came, Cameron said you’d like it rough. That you got off on being dominated,” Foreman said, pulling his shirt on and rummaging around for his pants.
“She…she said that?”
Cameron stared at Foreman, unbelieving, and he stared impassively back. “Oh, so you’re going to act like this was just my idea, so that he won’t get you into any trouble for being rough like that with him,” she said angrily.
“It was your idea,” Foreman snapped, pulling his jeans on.
“You wanted to do it too. You went right along with it. And you did more than anything I ever wanted.”
“Don’t blame this on me. You guys’ve got some issues. Don’t drag me into it.” Foreman was dressed, staring down at both of them on the bed. Cameron felt angry that she was still naked in front of his judgmental eyes, and she could see Chase staring up at him, incredulous. Foreman still wouldn’t look at Chase, and was glaring at her.
“You are in it. I saw you, Foreman. He told you to stop, and you kept going. You know what they call that Foreman? You know? They call that-”
“Shut up, Cameron,” Foreman growled, taking a step toward her. She involuntarily sank back into the bed a little. She glanced over at Chase, his eyes were squeezed shut and his breathing was still ragged. She felt a little scared of both of them. “He did say stop until the very end. And you-you told me to keep going.”
Chase’s breathing choked, and Cameron was afraid he might cry, prayed silently that he wouldn’t so that she wouldn’t have to feel the guilt and embarrassment on his behalf. “Jesus Christ,” was all she could manage. She returned Foreman’s gaze until he finally turned away, turned towards Chase.
She saw Foreman’s face melt a little, maybe in guilt, as he looked at Chase. “I…I, um…I’ll see you at work,” Foreman said, stumbling a little as he stared at Chase, but his voice eventually taking the same confident tone, as if he had never lapsed. He turned to the door, his hand paused on the knob. Cameron thought he might turn around again, say something, she was hoping he would, but he didn’t. The door shut, and suddenly silence echoed through the room.
Finally, Cameron ventured, “Chase…”
“Shut up,” Chase snapped.
“Robert-”
“I said shut up . I don’t want to hear it.” There was silence again. Cameron could hear Chase breathing harshly. “Why the-why would you do that to me?”
Cameron looked at him pleadingly. “I didn’t do anything to you, Chase! I knew you were interested in Foreman, and I set up something I thought you’d like.”
She moved to touch him arm, but he shook her off. “Don’t touch me,” Chase snapped.
“Don’t do that, Chase.” She felt herself getting angry as well now. “We were having problems. I was trying to help.”
“You thought that would help?”
“I thought that you’d want a threesome! I thought that I could help our relationship! When Foreman agreed, I was pretty surprised, but I figured you’d like it. And you did like it, until the end, you liked it! How could I have known that Foreman would be that aggressive? That’s not my fault, is it?”
Chase regarded her silently for a while, and Cameron could feel the balance of power shift back in her favor. She smiled sadly at Chase, apologetically even.
“I guess you couldn’t’ve known,” Chase agreed quietly, looking imploringly at her for confirmation.
She smiled at him reassuringly. “If I had known, I’d never have done it, Chase,” she said quietly, resting a hand on his arm.
He smiled weakly. She could see him wanting to believe her. “OK.”
“And you liked it, until the end, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I…yeah, I did I guess.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right. It’s not your fault.”
“You OK?” She touched him lightly on the shoulder, and she felt him flinch, but he didn’t move away.
“Yeah, I’m…I’m OK.”
Chase would always be OK, she knew. No matter how hard everyone pushed him, his mother before she died, his father before he died, House before he fired Chase, her and Foreman now-Chase always forgave them and was always OK. Cameron snuggled into Chase, and he put an arm around her.
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Author: Rachel
Pairing: Foreman/Chase/Cameron
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Cameron brings in Foreman, and together they test how far Chase can be pushed.
Warnings: dub-con/non-con, explicit sexy time, teh gays
Disclaimer: Obvi not mine.
Chase was glancing at her uneasily, seeming to ask her what he should be doing. Cameron could see his nervous look, but refused to acknowledge it, instead staring stoically into her drink, pretending to be uninterested.
“You want more to drink, Eric?” she asked finally, placing her own glass of wine onto the coffee table. She still refused to acknowledge Chase, but smiled lightly at Foreman, her hand already on the bottle of whiskey.
“Sure, why not,” Foreman agreed. He finished his glass and slid it toward Cameron. Foreman was already loosening up, relaxing into the whiskey, and Cameron decided that one more hardy glass would be enough.
“Working there, working with House, you need it,” Cameron said, glancing up at him, the whiskey causing the ice to tinker against the glass.
Chase snorted, and Cameron finally acknowledged him with an annoyed glare. For seemingly the first time, Chase found something more interesting than Cameron, and became intent on staring into his wine.
Foreman didn’t answer, just took his glass and cocked an eyebrow towards Chase. “You guys are having problems.”
“Why would you say that?” Cameron said, not testily, almost curious.
“Because we never hang out with Foreman. And now you’ve invited him here as if it’ll make things less awkward,” Chase told his wine glass. He kept his face lowered towards his drink, but Cameron could see him peeking nervously up at her through his bangs, reminding her of some sort of child who knows he’s been bad.
Cameron just shook her head, and Foreman laughed, taking another swig of whiskey.
“Is it because you’re still interested in House?” Foreman asked her, genuinely smiling for the first time that night.
Cameron stared at him in what she hoped was an icy way. Foreman returned her gaze coolly, his eyebrow raised in typical Foreman fashion.
“Of course she is,” Chase said moodily, finishing his wine. “Can you even imagine a Cameron who isn’t?” Foreman murmured some sort of agreement.
Cameron turned her angry gaze towards Chase, and, unlike Foreman, Chase was affected. He cowered slightly into the couch, and went to pour himself a large glass of wine.
“You don’t know anything about it,” she replied finally, choosing to look at Foreman instead of Chase, but keeping Chase in the corner of her eye. He was staring dejectedly into his wine glass, slouching further into the couch. “Besides, I’m about as interested in House as Chase is in you, Foreman.”
She waited for her words to sink in. Chase, who had been mid-sip, sputtered and choked, coughing nervously once he had managed to get his wine down. He was shooting glances at Foreman, who hadn’t shown any sort of reaction yet. Cameron waited.
“Wh-Foreman, I don’t…that’s not true at all, it isn’t,” Chase protested, his eyes and voice pleading with Foreman. Foreman didn’t turn to Chase at all, just kept his gaze steadily on Cameron. She didn’t flinch, just stared back. “Allison, tell him that isn’t true. Tell him.” Cameron refused to look at Chase, though she could see him trying to give her an imploring, wounded puppy look.
“He is,” she said to Foreman. “He’s too interested in what you’re doing, and too upset at you all the time, to not be attracted to you. He’s not the kind of person to bother getting riled up about things. But you-now that’s something he gets riled up over.”
“What? So you’re saying that because I don’t like Foreman because he’s a jerk , that makes me queer for him then, is that it? Is it, Allison?”
“Chase isn’t even gay,” Foreman said, ignoring Chase’s protests from the couch.
“I’m here you know,” Chase huffed. “You could just ask me.”
“Well?” Cameron said, turning suddenly to face Chase. It must have come as a surprise, because Chase, in his excitement, had leaned forward on the couch, but when she turned, he sunk back quickly into his slightly cowering position. “Are you, Chase?”
Both she and Foreman were staring at him now, and Cameron was excited at the idea of him squirming under them like that. He was looking anxiously from her to Foreman and back again, hoping that they’d back off. But both her and Foreman, they were stronger than Chase could ever be, neither of them would back down. Especially not before Chase did.
“I-well, I’m not exactly gay,” Chase said uncomfortably. “I like you, don’t I?” He gave Cameron a weak smile.
Cameron refused to acknowledge it. “But are you attracted to men? Are you attracted to Foreman?”
“Even if I am attracted to men, it doesn’t necessarily mean I’m attracted to Foreman , now does it.”
“Answer the question, Chase.” Cameron stared expectantly, watched Chase gulp nervously, saw him look to Foreman to support and then turn back to her when he realized that Foreman wasn’t going to help him.
“I-well, I…” Chase sighed, defeated, realized he was surrounded. Cameron could see the concession on his face, could feel him succumbing to his inevitable loss in the game they played. “Well, yeah, I guess. I just…I just, like men too. Plenty of people go both ways. Thirteen does, eh, Foreman?” He looked at Foreman eagerly, for support or approval, but Foreman revealed nothing. Chase swallowed heavily, looked back into his glass.
“And Foreman?” Cameron prodded.
“Yes,” Chase mumbled.
“Yes, what?”
“I…I find him attractive, yeah.” Chase sank all the way back into the couch, and Cameron knew the expression on his face, his attempt to hide his embarrassment at being dominated yet again. Chase could never win, yet he always tried, each time, just like he did with House, just like he had done with his father, like a kid fighting with a parent in an argument he’d never win. “Sorry, Foreman,” Chase added weakly, glancing at Foreman through his hair. Foreman’s face remained impassive. If she had been in Chase’s place, she would have been frightened by Foreman’s lack of reaction. But since she wasn’t, fortunately, in Chase’s place, she felt an exciting jolt of enjoyment from it.
“Well? Are you going to do anything about it?” Cameron asked. She kept her face steady, but her wine glass was gripped tightly in her hand.
“What?” Chase turned to her, startled and confused.
“You heard me. Are you going to do anything about it?”
“Allison, please stop,” Chase said, and he was almost begging now. She hesitated, wondering if she were taking this too far.
“Come on, Chase, have some balls,” Foreman said, his face still not betraying any sort of emotion. Cameron felt another excited jolt, seeing Foreman staring stoically like that. Chase was now staring at Foreman, his face a mixture of shame and, she wasn’t sure, maybe even fear.
“Come on, Foreman, let it be,” Chase said, but his protests were weak, Cameron knew that he sensed the inevitable. She felt eager, but she tried not to let it show, and she gripped the glass even more tightly in her hand.
“Come on, Chase,” Cameron urged.
Foreman was growing bored, Cameron could see that now. He stood up, and she realized how huge he was, he towered over her and Chase, and his muscles, his biceps, were larger than she remembered. Chase, if possible, sank even further into the couch, as if hoping he could disappear all together. Foreman plucked the glass from Chase’s hand, placed it down on the table. Cameron’s heart was beating so hard she thought she might explode. She clutched her glass for dear life, to the point where she was worried it might shatter in her hand.
“Foreman,” Chase said, his last attempt at fighting them off, but he knew now that he couldn’t win. Seeing Chase accept the inevitable was exciting for Cameron, but with each of his crushing defeats, she couldn’t help but feel a little sad for him. He gave her a last pleading look, and this time she looked away into her glass.
Foreman leaned down and gripped Chase’s shoulders. He looked so imposing, so powerful in comparison to Chase, who was hunched into the couch, looking up nervously through his hair. She could see Foreman’s fingers pressing tightly into Chase’s shoulders, and though Chase tried to squirm slightly, Foreman was holding him firmly in place.
“Tell me you want this, Chase,” Foreman said, his voice rumbling the command.
“I don’t…I don’t know…”
“Chase,” Cameron said. “For me. For us? Please?”
Chase didn’t move, and Cameron held her breath, fearing that Chase would finally make a stand. But Chase, though he didn’t answer, finally acquiesced with a nod, his hair hiding his face. Cameron let out the breath she had been holding.
“Come on,” Foreman growled, pulling Chase up.
Cameron led the way, glancing back occasionally to see Chase following her miserably and Foreman walking behind him. Chase tried to give her a last pleading look, and whispered, “Allison, I don’t know if…”
“It’ll be fun, Chase,” she whispered back, and Foreman closed the door to the bedroom behind them.
She nodded at Foreman, and moved to Chase, putting her arms lightly to his waist. He flinched slightly but didn’t move away, and she kissed him lightly on the lips. He started to kiss back, tentatively, and as they kissed she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His eyes were closed, but she could see Foreman behind Chase, watching them.
She slipped his shirt off gently and touched his stomach, rubbing her hands gently over him. And then Foreman moved behind him, his hands on Chase’s waist. Chase flinched roughly this time, breaking the kiss, and his breath started to come out in nervous gasps.
“I don’t…I really don’t know…” Chase tried again.
“Chase, you like Foreman, don’t you? And you like me?” Chase nodded. “Well, then, what’s wrong?” Chase just shook his head.
Foreman was growing impatient again. He turned Chase around, and his embrace around Chase was strong, and his kiss harsh. But Chase liked it. No matter how much he tried to assert his own power, in the end, Chase just wanted to submit. Not only did he want it, he got off on it. Cameron felt her whole body start to tingle as she watched.
She moved to their sides and began to unbuckle Foreman’s belt, rubbing him through his jeans as she did. She ripped it off and unbuttoned his jeans, forcing herself between them. Foreman continued to kiss Chase, and she sank to her knees, pulling down Foreman’s jeans as she did. Foreman was only half-hard, and she took him into her mouth.
“Do you want to do that for me, Chase? Take my cock into your mouth?” Foreman asked, and Cameron felt Chase shudder. Foreman was hard now, and as she continued to run her mouth over his cock, she also rubbed Chase’s erection through his jeans. She heard him moan reluctantly, saw his hand gripping Foreman’s bicep. Foreman pulled her off of him, and Cameron knew who was going to be in charge.
“Tell me you want this,” Foreman hissed at Chase. Cameron watched excitedly. Chase’s face could never hide anything, and she saw his face go from longing to confusion and back again.
“I don’t…I don’t know,” Chase admitted softly.
“Tell me,” Foreman said. He was gripping Chase by the hair on the back of his head, forcing Chase to look up at him, his other hand gripping Chase’s ass.
“Yes,” Chase managed finally, breaking off in a groan. “Yes, I want it, Foreman, I want it.” Foreman let him go, and Chase turned to look back at Cameron, and his face was still slightly pleading, but she wasn’t sure what he wanted from her. She stood up and hastily took off her clothes, enjoying that both Chase and Foreman were watching. She then moved over to Chase and unbuttoned his pants, him still staring at her, expecting something, and she pulled is jeans and boxers off. She was tired, though, of treating him so tenderly, and wanted to get into the game now. She pushed Chase roughly down onto the bed, kissing him, biting at his bottom lip, taking his erection deep into her mouth. He ran his hands over her back, over her butt, and then she could also feel Foreman against her back. Her body shuddered expectantly as she felt his cock lightly brushing her backside. His hands grazed over her thighs, and then his fingers began to rub her clitoris gently. She moaned over Chase’s cock.
She moved off of Chase and sprawled next to him on the bed. “Take off your shirt,” she said, trying to take some of Foreman’s command away. Foreman obliged. She watched Foreman, and so did Chase, his body was all muscle, his perfect form rippling out from his clothing.
Foreman climbed into the bed over Chase, moving over him until he was knelt over Chase’s face. He leaned over and forced himself into Chase’s mouth, unceremoniously really, and Chase choked slightly at the suddenness of it. His knees kept Chase’s wrists pinned to the bed, and he thrust into Chase’s mouth, one hand helping to guide Chase’s head. He motioned to Cameron, and she moved in front of him, still splayed on the bed, opening herself up to him. Foreman sunk two fingers into her, finding her G-spot and causing her to gasp. He bent over and began to lick at her clitoris, adding another finger. She writhed over his fingers, trying to force him deeper inside of her. He hummed against her clitoris, and even bit her lightly, and she felt almost overwhelmed by pleasure.
Foreman stopped suddenly, and Cameron groaned in frustration, took her own fingers and began to run them over her clitoris. “Have you ever prepped a man, Cameron?” Foreman asked.
She grinned slightly, stopped fingering herself. “Sure.” She fumbled through her nightstand, finally found her lube, and produced it almost proudly to him.
“I…erm,” Chase sputtered.
“Have you ever had sex with a man before, Chase?” Cameron asked teasingly.
“Not…not since college,” Chase managed, staring at her somewhat incredulously.
“Lie down,” she said. She glanced at Foreman, but he seemed content to let her do the work for now, as he stroked himself slowly. Chase did as he was told, and even spread his legs slightly. “Hold him,” she said to Foreman. Foreman raised an eyebrow in surprise, but moved to straddle Chase again, holding his wrists down with his hands.
“Allison, just, erm…” But Foreman stopped him from going on, thrusting into Chase’s mouth again. Cameron slicked her fingers with lube, and ran them teasingly over Chase’s entrance. Chase groaned, and Foreman shuddered at the sensation. She slowly eased a finger into to Chase, and he squirmed slightly, but Foreman kept him pinned. She added another finger, and this time found his prostrate, rubbing it with her fingers. Chase moaned loudly this time, his whole body trying to jump from the bed. Cameron couldn’t help herself. After prepping him for a little while longer, she removed her fingers and straddled Chase. She eased herself onto his cock, relief flooding her as she finally felt his cock fill her. Chase was moaning again, and Cameron ground down on him, rubbing her clitoris against his stomach. She felt the heat rising in her and came, ripples of pleasure filling her body. She shuddered to a stop, gripping Foreman’s thighs as she rode her orgasm.
Foreman must have known she had come, and he stopped as well, easing himself off of Chase. He turned to Cameron, kissing her, biting, lowering her down under him. She could feel his large body covering her, and she gripped his biceps tightly. He thrust into her, going balls deep and then pulling all the way out, rubbing her clitoris as he did so. She felt herself growing aroused again, and groaned against his mouth. She looked over at Chase, who was staring wide-eyed, still looking a little frightened of what was happening, but he nevertheless moved closer until his face was staring over her, his hair hanging so that it tickled her forehead. He leaned in and began to kiss her, hesitantly at first, but finally eagerly, and she loved the feeling of both men running their hands over her. Chase’s hands were on her sides and breasts, and Foreman was gripping her thighs roughly.
Foreman moved off of her and grabbed Chase by the back of the head, grabbing him until he was hovering over Cameron again. She stared up at Chase, his hair falling into his eyes, his face lust-clouded now, and his lips swollen. Then Chase bore down on her, filling her where Foreman had been, wrapping her body in his arms.
Foreman moved behind Chase, and Cameron watched him, expectant. Foreman must have decided that Cameron hadn’t prepped Chase enough, because he probed two lubed fingers into Chase cautiously. Chase halted, tensing, but Cameron dug her nails into his back, urging him on. Foreman must have hit his prostate then, and Chase began to shudder, crying out in what could have either been pleasure or pain. Foreman withdrew his fingers and lubed his own dick. He pressed down on Chase, and Cameron could feel his added weight. As Foreman placed his cock at Chase’s entrance, she felt Chase tense up, his hands gripping her shoulders almost painfully. Foreman pressed on, and Chase cried out again, this time definitely in pain, and he buried his face into Cameron’s shoulder.
“You all right, Chase?” Foreman asked, and she could see him, unmoving, gripping Chase by the waist.
Chase took a few deep breaths and then nodded slightly against Cameron. And Foreman pressed in further, so that Cameron could almost feel Chase’s pain, his groans muffled into the bed next to her.
“Jesus,” Chase managed through gritted teeth. “I can’t…Foreman, I can’t…”
Foreman stopped again, waiting as Chase squirmed to find some sort of comfort with half of Foreman’s cock in his ass. Cameron felt a guilty wave of pleasure, feeling Chase’s cock moving slightly in her, his belly rubbing against her clitoris, his long hair brushing lightly against her chest, his hands now gripping at her back and the back of her head.
Once Chase had stopped letting out small gasps of pain, Foreman thrust into him completely, and this time Chase let out a yell. Foreman waited again, let Chase get as comfortable as he could. And once Chase stopped struggling, Foreman began to thrust, starting slowly. Chase was completely useless now, not moving at all, letting Foreman do what he wanted with his body, his hands no longer even gripping at Cameron. As Foreman thrust into Chase, Chase’s body was thrust into Cameron, and she felt ripples of pleasure.
“More, Foreman,” she managed, her nails digging into Chase’s back and Foreman’s forearm. “Faster.”
Foreman obliged, and began thrusting into Chase, pulling out and slamming back in, pulling and pushing Chase’s body as he did so. Cameron could feel the thrusts through her entire body, deep and fast. Chase had come back to life at Foreman’s harder thrusting, and was now gripping at Cameron and the bed sheets, his hands scrabbling desperately, trying to find something to grip as if that would somehow lessen the pain.
“Foreman, I can’t!” Chase yelled into Cameron’s chest. She could feel the sweat from his forehead on her chest, and he was whimpering helplessly with the sheets balled up in his frantic grip. Foreman thrust again, and Chase cried out, clutching more tightly at the sheets.
“Christ, Foreman, maybe you should-” But Foreman must have hit Chase’s prostate, because Chase gave another loud yell, but this one was more in pleasure. Foreman kept thrusting, even harder than before, taking advantage of Chase’s pleasure that allowed him to take him even harder. Cameron could imagine Chase’s mix of pain and pleasure, could feel it herself. His body rubbed her clitoris and breasts, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.
With a final yell, Chase came, grabbing at the bed sheets. Cameron, realizing that he was orgasming, came with him, feeling another intense rippling of heated pleasure overcome her body. Chase collapsed onto her chest, and Foreman stopped thrusting.
“Are you done?” she asked Foreman.
He didn’t answer. He pulled out of Chase, and Chase gave a gasp, gripping the sheets again. Foreman rolled Chase over off of Cameron and positioned himself at Chase’s entrance again.
“Foreman,” Chase said weakly.
Foreman still didn’t answer. He thrust into Chase again, this time quickly, and Chase gripped at Foreman’s biceps as he cried out hoarsely. Now that Chase was on his back, Cameron could see his pained face beneath the sweaty bangs plastering his forehead and hanging over his eyes. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were shut tightly, opening only occasionally to stare up frantically and pleadingly at Foreman. He was moaning and protesting incoherently through he teeth. Coming down from her arousal, she suddenly realized how much pain Chase must be in to look like that, and she felt her stomach twist.
“Jesus, Foreman, take it easy,” Cameron said, looking at Chase nervously.
“Foreman, please,” she heard Chase managed, his breathing harsh and uneven as he tried to control his moaning enough to manage something coherent. “Hurts. Can’t…Foreman, please.”
Foreman didn’t seem to hear either of them, and continued to thrust roughly. Chase was groaning, no longer able to speak, and seeming to try to squirm away from Foreman, out of Foreman’s hands that were gripping his ankles tightly.
“Foreman,” Chase moaned. “God, Foreman, stop!”
With that, Foreman came, grunting and thrusting a few last times into Chase. He pulled out of Chase quickly again, and Chase winced but didn’t complain.
“You all right?” he asked Chase, and Cameron noticed he didn’t look in Chase’s direction.
Chase took a few deep breaths, his breathing still harsh and jagged, and nodded.
“Jesus, Foreman,” Cameron said. She wanted to touch Chase, to see if he was all right, but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to do so. “This wasn’t supposed to be anything like that . Jesus Christ.”
“What’s that mean? Anything like that? What’s that mean?” Chase demanded, trying to sit up but wincing.
“It doesn’t mean anything, Chase,” she snapped. She glanced at Foreman, but she couldn’t read him. “It was just rough is all.”
Chase was silent except for his unsteady, shaky breathing, and she felt a wave of guilt and was forced to close her eyes.
“I thought you said he liked it rough,” Foreman said a little angrily, and got up to put his clothes on.
“What?” Chase said. Cameron shut her eyes tighter. “She said what?”
“Before I came, Cameron said you’d like it rough. That you got off on being dominated,” Foreman said, pulling his shirt on and rummaging around for his pants.
“She…she said that?”
Cameron stared at Foreman, unbelieving, and he stared impassively back. “Oh, so you’re going to act like this was just my idea, so that he won’t get you into any trouble for being rough like that with him,” she said angrily.
“It was your idea,” Foreman snapped, pulling his jeans on.
“You wanted to do it too. You went right along with it. And you did more than anything I ever wanted.”
“Don’t blame this on me. You guys’ve got some issues. Don’t drag me into it.” Foreman was dressed, staring down at both of them on the bed. Cameron felt angry that she was still naked in front of his judgmental eyes, and she could see Chase staring up at him, incredulous. Foreman still wouldn’t look at Chase, and was glaring at her.
“You are in it. I saw you, Foreman. He told you to stop, and you kept going. You know what they call that Foreman? You know? They call that-”
“Shut up, Cameron,” Foreman growled, taking a step toward her. She involuntarily sank back into the bed a little. She glanced over at Chase, his eyes were squeezed shut and his breathing was still ragged. She felt a little scared of both of them. “He did say stop until the very end. And you-you told me to keep going.”
Chase’s breathing choked, and Cameron was afraid he might cry, prayed silently that he wouldn’t so that she wouldn’t have to feel the guilt and embarrassment on his behalf. “Jesus Christ,” was all she could manage. She returned Foreman’s gaze until he finally turned away, turned towards Chase.
She saw Foreman’s face melt a little, maybe in guilt, as he looked at Chase. “I…I, um…I’ll see you at work,” Foreman said, stumbling a little as he stared at Chase, but his voice eventually taking the same confident tone, as if he had never lapsed. He turned to the door, his hand paused on the knob. Cameron thought he might turn around again, say something, she was hoping he would, but he didn’t. The door shut, and suddenly silence echoed through the room.
Finally, Cameron ventured, “Chase…”
“Shut up,” Chase snapped.
“Robert-”
“I said shut up . I don’t want to hear it.” There was silence again. Cameron could hear Chase breathing harshly. “Why the-why would you do that to me?”
Cameron looked at him pleadingly. “I didn’t do anything to you, Chase! I knew you were interested in Foreman, and I set up something I thought you’d like.”
She moved to touch him arm, but he shook her off. “Don’t touch me,” Chase snapped.
“Don’t do that, Chase.” She felt herself getting angry as well now. “We were having problems. I was trying to help.”
“You thought that would help?”
“I thought that you’d want a threesome! I thought that I could help our relationship! When Foreman agreed, I was pretty surprised, but I figured you’d like it. And you did like it, until the end, you liked it! How could I have known that Foreman would be that aggressive? That’s not my fault, is it?”
Chase regarded her silently for a while, and Cameron could feel the balance of power shift back in her favor. She smiled sadly at Chase, apologetically even.
“I guess you couldn’t’ve known,” Chase agreed quietly, looking imploringly at her for confirmation.
She smiled at him reassuringly. “If I had known, I’d never have done it, Chase,” she said quietly, resting a hand on his arm.
He smiled weakly. She could see him wanting to believe her. “OK.”
“And you liked it, until the end, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I…yeah, I did I guess.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right. It’s not your fault.”
“You OK?” She touched him lightly on the shoulder, and she felt him flinch, but he didn’t move away.
“Yeah, I’m…I’m OK.”
Chase would always be OK, she knew. No matter how hard everyone pushed him, his mother before she died, his father before he died, House before he fired Chase, her and Foreman now-Chase always forgave them and was always OK. Cameron snuggled into Chase, and he put an arm around her.
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