Picture Puzzles Part 16
Title: Picture Puzzles Part 16/?
Rating: NC-17
Paring/Grouping (whatever you want to call it): House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Summary: House worried can be both good and bad.
Warnings: Mention of abuse in the past to more than one character.
Beta: Thanks to
recrudescence and
saara_zaara who both put up with me.
(Part 15)
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Wilson bit the inside of his cheek as he watched House hand money to Chase for the pizza. Huh. He’s either way more upset about hitting Chase than even I thought or the happy, hyper thing has really thrown him.
Wilson tried not to laugh at House’s expression when Chase kissed the older man on the cheek as he headed to answer the door. He’ll have Robert back on the bike, no matter what he says.
Chase brought the pizza boxes to the coffee table and made them all bounce when he plopped down. House and Wilson grinned at each other as Chase pulled a slice from the box and took a bite. House grabbed his own portion and leaned back.
"It’s hard to reward you if you have clothes on."
Chase grinned and took another bite before standing and stripping out of his clothing. "Can I lie down like I was to eat?"
"Sure, if you want." House lifted his arms to allow Chase to settle his feet as the younger man lay down again.
Wilson used his free right hand to finger Chase’s neck and chest. "Good?"
Chase beamed up at them. "Yes."
As they ate, House stroked Chase’s legs as Wilson played with the younger man’s chest. Chase ate steadily until he set down his third slice and looked up at the others.
"Can I try something?"
House swallowed before using his pizza to point at Chase and say, "You don’t have to ask us. Just say you want to try something. What is it?"
Chase sat up, leaving his feet where they were, and twisting to look at Wilson over his shoulder. "The touching skin to skin is nice. I’d like to sit closer and have more skin contact. Is that okay?" Chase turned to look at House for his reaction.
House puffed out his cheeks for a moment before answering. "We can try that. How much skin, Robbie?"
Chase smiled widely and reached back to touch Wilson’s shoulder. "Can James be naked?"
House looked past Chase’s head to Wilson, who raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "If that’s what you’d like."
Chase grinned and pushed the toes of his foot into the slight bulge in House’s pants. "Can you take off your shirt? I’d really like that too."
"Okay. Get off my lap."
Chase quickly pulled his feet from where they had been gingerly resting on the inside of House’s right thigh. He turned and let House pull off his shirt before slowly moving closer to the older man.
House sighed, grabbed Chase, and hauled him in to rest against the newly bared skin. "You aren’t going to break me."
Chase turned his head and kissed House’s shoulder. "I don’t think you’re breakable."
House huffed and watched as Wilson pulled the last of his clothes off. "Nice, Jimmy." House leered at Wilson’s ass causing Chase to laugh.
Wilson quickly straightened up from pulling off his socks and turned to glare at them both. "Not helping yourselves in the bedroom department right now."
House used his cane to push slightly on Wilson’s stomach. "Sit down and quit whining."
Wilson pulled the cane from House’s grasp and set it down within the older man’s reach on the coffee table. "I don’t whine, unlike some people I could name." Wilson blinked as House gave a tiny shake of his head. Then it connected in Wilson’s head as to why House suddenly didn’t want to fight. "Want another slice, Robert?"
Chase nodded and took the slice Wilson offered as he sat down. Chase sighed happily as Wilson leaned in against the younger man.
"I like this."
House rested his closer hand on Chase’s thigh, his fingertips barely brushing the inner thigh of the other leg. "When you want this, you just have to say, Robbie."
Chase rested his head against House’s shoulder as he took another bite. Wilson leaned against the younger man. They ate and touched until Chase suddenly covered his mouth and burped. Then he froze with a look of horror.
House quickly set down his remaining food and pulled Chase into a hug. "You’re okay. It’s fine. You should hear Wilson when he belches."
Wilson shook his head at House over Chase’s head as he pressed himself tighter to the younger man. "Breathe, love." Wilson rubbed Chase’s stomach as he had an unspoken conversation with House.
House threaded his fingers through Chase’s hair as he reached across to pull the younger man’s hand into his lap. "You’ve been doing very well, you know." House kept his voice even as he stroked his thumb across the back of Chase’s hand. "We’ve gotten you to eat well and in public. Seeing you ask for food was a great moment. You will not backslide now, understood?"
Chase took quick, deep breath. "Yes, I’m okay."
House ignored the unsure tone and pressed a kiss to Chase’s hair. "You have massive courage, Robbie."
Wilson blinked and stared at House for a moment before resting his chin on Chase’s left shoulder. "He’s right, Robert. You’ve made us very proud."
Chase shuddered. "Proud?"
Another quick exchange of looks and House pushed Chase back to rest in Wilson’s arms. House lifted Chase’s head by his chin.
"Proud." House stared into Chase’s wide eyes. "We want you to be happy."
Chase blinked. "You were complaining earlier about it."
Wilson tightened his hold. "House complaining is House being happy."
House chuckled and let go of Chase’s chin to run his hand down Chase’s torso and play with his navel. "Done with food?"
Chase nodded. "Can I look now?"
House patted Chase’s side. "Yes."
Chase beamed and bounced in Wilson’s hold enough to cause him to gasp. House laughed and levered himself up. They moved to the bedroom and Chase let House lean his cane in its usual spot before grabbing the older man’s hand and tugging lightly.
"Will you lay down for this?"
House pulled his hand free and slid onto the bed. "Front first. No touching. Wilson can sit up against the headboard."
Wilson settled comfortably and watched as House wiggled his pants down over his hips and then worked the legs off by using his left foot on the right pant leg. Only once House was clad only in his boxers did Chase start with House’s feet.
"I can get close as long as I don’t touch?"
"Close is okay."
Chase smiled and leaned in very close to House. "Good." The breath from the word curled around House’s toes.
"Oh." House looked up his own body. "Crap."
Chase laughed and his breath ghosted over the soles of House’s feet. "Too late now."
House leaned his head back as Chase worked his way up the right leg, breathing on skin as he went. When Chase got to the right thigh he stopped and stared for several long moments.
"You don’t mind the scar?" Chase’s breath stroked across scar and unblemished skin alike.
House sighed. "Don’t care about the scar."
Chase nodded. "The lost muscle, then."
House curled his left arm up so he could rest his hand on Wilson’s knee. "I miss some things. I can ignore it and work around not having the muscle, but I can only block out so much of the pain."
Chase blew on the scar and watched the hairs on the surrounding skin move. "I don’t mind it." Chase moved on to House’s hip and then up House’s side to his ribs. "You don’t eat enough either. Your ribs show more than mine."
House laughed. "Does that mean Jimmy is fat because you can’t count all of his ribs without touching?"
Chase shook his head and moved to House’s other side and started again at the older man’s feet. Wilson quietly covered House’s hand with his own.
"It means neither of you take care of yourselves."
House turned his head to look up at Wilson. "Just giving you more mothering stuff to do. Ahh!"
Chase smiled as he pulled back from blowing air onto House’s inner thighs. "You’ll turn over, won’t you?"
"You aren’t done with my front side."
Chase grinned. "Maybe I want your backside even worse."
House shook his head and rolled over so that his head was close to Wilson’s knee. House gripped Wilson’s ankle. Chase started at House’s neck and breathed on House’s spine, down his back to the waistband of the boxers. House shivered.
Wilson watched as Chase leaned in carefully and blew air up one leg of the boxers.
"Hey!"
Chase sat up and giggled. "Couldn’t do that if you took off your shorts."
House turned his head and glared at Chase with one visible eye. "Wouldn’t you rather be able to touch?"
Chase blinked. "Touch what and where?"
House pushed himself up onto one elbow and looked over his shoulder at Chase. "Legs are safe."
"Okay." Chase moved down to House’s feet and laughed when House wiggled his toes. "You just want me to rub your feet."
"Nah, not at all."
Chase huffed. "I do this and you have to sleep in the middle tonight."
Wilson held his breath as he watched House’s expression flit through emotions so fast Wilson couldn’t tell what some of them were.
"I’ll be wearing pants."
"Deal."
House dropped back onto the bed. "Feet."
Chase laughed and started on House’s feet. Several minutes later Wilson started talking as House’s breathing changed.
"You know, you’ve never explained the whole SCA thing to us. Hell, until we went to get Chase’s pennywhistle I didn’t even know about it."
House patted the outside of his own left thigh. "Remember that little scar that you said you didn’t want to know what it was from? That’s an armor bite scar, Jimmy. We’re going to be seeing more of the SCA people in the clinic because the word will get around that I’m willing to deal with them again."
Chase gently set down House’s right foot and moved to sit closer. "What kind of injuries are the most common?" Chase kneaded the backs of House’s calves slowly.
"Usually armor bites where the armor moved while the person was fighting and it pinches skin. Rashes from armor rubbing sometimes. Mostly you’ll see some interesting bruises in some interesting places." House turned his head towards Chase. "Did I tell you to stop?"
Chase grinned. "No." The young man ran a fingernail down the bottom of House’s foot causing it to twitch.
"Keep that up and I won’t tell you anything."
Chase leaned over and kissed House’s ankle. "Interesting people."
House turned his head back and sighed as Chase started rubbing his legs again. "As a whole they are stubborn and loud. They like dealing with people who aren’t going to hand them abuse pamphlets because they happen to have gotten a good hit somewhere odd."
"So…They’re you in different clothes?"
"Oh, ha ha, Jimmy." House gripped Wilson’s ankle a little tighter. "There are a lot of them that have rare conditions or really weird medical histories." House smiled. "I know of a Calontiri who has been hit by lighting three times and run over by an Abrams tank."
Wilson blinked a couple of times before tapping the back of House’s hand with a fingertip. "Three times?"
House snickered. "I thought the guts pulled out by the tank treads was more memorable myself."
Chase moved higher up House’s legs and started working on his knees. "Have all the lighting hits been after the tank?"
"Yes." House spread his legs and pushed his left knee further into Chase’s hands. "Most of them don’t like doctors and hate having to deal with new ones. I used to get three or four in a week."
"You didn’t mind dealing with them like you do everyone else?"
House rubbed his hand up and down Wilson’s leg. "They can be just as stupid, but at least I get a good story out of it." House snickered. "You’ll never forget your first ‘no, shit, there I was’ story."
Chase moved a little higher and started carefully working on the backs of House’s thighs. "What was yours?"
"I missed Pennsic the year pizza got delivered to the battlefield. I heard about it from a local fighter who was fighting with the Calontiri when it happened. They managed to get a pizza place to deliver pizzas to a field with no address, in the middle of nowhere." House moved his head forward and kissed Wilson’s knee. "I’ll have to dig out clothing for you both for when we go to that event I said we’d be at."
Wilson exchanged glances with Chase before cupping the back of House’s head. "We aren’t going to have to bribe you to go?"
House half-grinned and kissed Wilson’s knee again. "Nah. I told Lynn we’d be there. I want to see what you two make of being eye candy."
Wilson’s eyebrows went up. "Eye candy?"
House turned onto his left side and wrapped his right arm around Chase’s back. "Anyone who’s handsome or pretty is eye candy." House pulled on Chase until the younger man slithered over House’s side to lie between him and Wilson. "There’s a whole bunch of slang you’ll learn along the way."
Chase let House turn him so the older man’s chest was against his back. House pulled Chase in tight against him.
"Look, Jimmy, I captured some eye candy. Wanna play with my candy?"
Chase laughed and wiggled against House. "That sounded bad."
House nosed Chase’s hair out of his way and kissed the back of the younger man’s neck. "It was supposed to."
Wilson lay down beside them and laid his arm across Chase to touch House’s shoulder. "What flavor is your candy?"
House smiled over Chase’s head at Wilson as the younger man buried his flaming face into Wilson’s neck. "I don’t know. Want to help me find out?"
Chase turned his face from Wilson’s neck to look at House with one eye. "Can we do something else instead?"
Wilson watched as House quickly shifted gears in his head.
"Okay. What do you want?"
Chase ran his hand down Wilson’s side. "Can I suck you while James fucks me?"
Wilson could see House’s look of shock for a split second before the older man grinned.
"Definitely going to order you to tell off more people." House rolled onto his back and started to move himself to sit at the head of the bed. "Of course we can do that, Robbie."
Wilson sat up and watched as House arranged pillows to his liking, finally settling with his legs spread and his back against the headboard.
Chase moved to sit up and face House. "You don’t mind not making me into candy?"
Wilson followed House’s example a split second after the older man pinned Chase’s hand against the bed. Wilson not only pinned the hand House hadn’t gotten he leaned in and forced Chase to look him in the eye.
"We don’t mind."
Chase grinned and leaned forward to kiss Wilson hard. House released Chase’s hand to stroke Wilson’s back. Chase used his free hand to grip Wilson at the base of his neck.
"We like to hear what you want, Robbie."
Chase broke the kiss and turned towards House. "You good?"
House brought his hand to hold Chase’s chin. "I’m fine. Wanna show me what you want?"
Chase pulled his head free and bounced in place. "Yes." Chase moved forward to kneel between House’s splayed legs. He carefully pulled House’s boxers down until House’s erection and balls were free of the cloth. Chase puffed air onto House’s scrotum and giggled when House reflexively gasped.
House threaded his fingers into Chase’s hair. "Evil." House exchanged grins with Wilson as Chase blushed and ducked his head a little.
Wilson settled behind Chase and fingered the younger man’s ribs. "Like him when he’s evil, don’t we, Greg?"
House rubbed his fingertips into Chase’s scalp. "Like him evil, love him happy."
Wilson held his breath as Chase froze for a split second before engulfing House’s cock. House threw his head back as Chase took him in. Wilson stroked his hands up and down Chase’s back.
"That’s right, Robert." Wilson moved his hands to cup Chase’s ass. "Suck him. Show Greg what you can do."
Chase sucked as he fondled House’s balls. Wilson slicked up his fingers and pressed two fingers into Chase who pulled off House to lick at the underside of the older man’s erection. House began to pant as Chase took him back into his mouth and started to bob his head up and down.
"That’s it, love, suck him deep." Wilson twisted his fingers and smiled as Chase gasped around House’s cock. The older man closed his eyes and his breathing picked up. "I’m going to fuck you hard, love. Take you deep and make you have to bite Greg’s thigh just to quiet your screams."
House brought his head forward and opened his eyes to watch as Wilson began to pump his fingers in and out of Chase. "Take him, Jimmy."
Wilson pulled his fingers from Chase to prep himself and listened as Chase moaned causing House to gasp. Wilson pressed slowly into Chase as he watched House pant and try not to groan. Once he was as far inside as he could get Wilson threaded the fingers of his right hand into Chase’s hair and around House’s fingers. Then he gripped Chase’s hip in his left hand and began to thrust.
Chase grunted and sucked more of House into his mouth as the older man tightened his grip. Wilson’s movements gained speed until he was pounding into Chase. The younger man pulled away from House suddenly and mouthed the base of House’s cock. Chase brought a hand up to pump House as he licked and nipped the older man’s balls.
"That’s it, Robert. Make him crazy."
House pulled one hand free of Chase’s hair to wrap around Chase’s hand as it stroked his dick. Wilson thrust harder into Chase as the younger man whimpered and groaned. House sped up their hands’ movements as he leaned his head back against the headboard.
"Do what Jimmy said, love. Suck my thigh. Make a good mark."
Chase gave one last lick to the base of House’s cock before moving to the left inner thigh. He licked a spot near the hem of the bunched boxers before sealing his mouth over a patch of skin and sucking hard.
"Uh, good, Robbie. Long and hard, love." House sped up their hands to a nearly frantic pace, as Wilson’s thrusts became short and ragged as he grunted with each stroke.
Chase breathed out through his nose and sucked more on the captured skin. House groaned and his grip on the younger man’s hair and Wilson’s fingers tightened. Wilson tightened his fingers around House’s as he slammed deep into Chase.
"Love your groan, Greg." Wilson’s voice was breathy. He thrust hard and stilled, moaning as he climaxed. Chase grunted and released House’s skin to shift enough to engulf the head of the older man’s cock. House gasped and thrust his hips as he came.
Chase pulled back and watched as their hands were coated with semen. He leaned in and flicked the slit with his tongue causing House to groan and thrust. Wilson rested his head on Chase’s spine as he caught his breath.
Chase pulled back and steadied Wilson as he moved. "Not done yet."
House cracked one eye open to watch as Chase maneuvered Wilson to lie with his head near House’s groin.
"James is going to mark you too."
House blinked slowly. "Okay."
Wilson sucked a bit of skin near Chase’s mark into his mouth and bit down. House gasped as Chase fondled his balls.
"See, love? You belong to us too." Chase stroked his hand up House’s chest to tweak a nipple. "Jimmy’s going to taste you while he’s so close."
Wilson let go of his mouthful and tentatively licked at House’s softening dick.
Chase knelt by Wilson’s side and palmed himself. "Yes, like that, James. Isn’t he good, love?"
House stroked Wilson’s cheek. "Very good."
Chase stroked himself roughly until he came. He flopped to sit beside House and leaned into the older man’s side.
"Can you stay long enough to let James explore?"
House leaned his head back against the headboard. "Can’t move anyway."
Wilson looked up sharply. "The leg?"
House nodded warily. "It’s spasmed just as I came. It’s not letting loose."
Wilson quickly sat up. "Where's your Vicodin, House?"
House shook his head and wrapped a hand around Chase’s arm. "No pills."
Wilson slid to the edge of the bed. "Okay, fine. Have Chase help you lie down; I’ll go get a washcloth."
House closed his eyes and nodded once. Wilson slid from the bed and disappeared out of the room. Chase watched as House slid down the bed to lie stiffly.
"Can I try to work on it?"
House gritted his teeth. "Fine."
Chase ignored the tone and moved to where he could easily massage the hip and outer thigh. House gasped as Chase hit a spot near the outer edge of his hip. Wilson came back into the room carrying the washcloth and the wooden box from under the couch.
"Is Chase helping?"
House kept his eyes closed as he nodded. "Could be worse."
Wilson set the box down quietly at House’s feet. Then he used the washcloth to quickly clean them all up. House tucked himself back into his boxers without opening his eyes.
"You need medication, House. You know I’ve seen this before. You need something."
House grunted and gripped Chase’s wrist. "You can rub harder."
"Okay." Chase glanced at Wilson as he massaged the tense muscles.
Wilson sighed and readied a shot. "Last chance, House. You going to take something for the pain?"
House breathed in carefully through his nose and out through his mouth for a few breaths before answering. "No Vicodin."
"Okay. Just this time, what about morphine?"
House grabbed Chase’s hands and pulled them to rest on House’s stomach. "I…I don’t want much."
Wilson gently pulled on House’s arm to ready it for the shot. "I know. Hang on, I’m going to give you a half dosage."
Chase watched as Wilson injected what looked like a full dose of morphine into the other man’s vein. He could feel House’s hands relaxing as the drug took hold. "Let’s get you into clothing, okay?"
House blinked blearily and he reached out towards Wilson. "Quietly evil."
Wilson smiled sadly and grasped House’s hand. "Yeah. Sleep, love."
House turned his head towards Chase. "I still get the middle."
Chase stroked the side of House’s face. "Of course you do."
They waited until House’s breathing evened out before they looked at each other.
"It hit him hard."
Wilson busied himself with the wooden box. "I might have slipped a half dose of sedative in as well."
Chase smiled thinly. "Evil."
Wilson nodded. "Yeah. He can kill me in the morning. I’ll go get sweats to wrestle him into." Wilson crossed to the dresser to hunt for clothing.
Chase nodded and quietly spoke to House, assuring him of his safety, as he watched him breathe.
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(Part 17)
Finally the prize of House's first hickey placed on the inner left thigh for
scoutdaniels appears in this part. Yippee!
I'll actually go assign prizes now, seeing as I've not done that in a while. Ooooh, just think that means there'll be more to choose from. :D
So, I got bored and posted this before I got it back from my beta (yeah, I'm bad). Now it's been beta'd by both
recrudescence and
saara_zaara who both emailed me. Lots less typos now. :D