Binding Forces Part 6
Title: Binding Forces Chapter 6/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Grouping: House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Summary: House finds out Wilson is more interesting than he thought.
Warnings: Bondage, BDSM elements.
Beta: Lots of thanks to
saara_zaara for everything she does. :D
(Part 5)
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Leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, House yelled for Chase to come in without turning his head from watching Wilson cook. He listened to Chase ease his way inside and quietly shut the apartment door behind himself.
"Come sit down." House moved from the doorway to the couch. "Trying to help Wilson will just get you hurt. The man’s dangerous with a whisk."
Wilson banged the refrigerator door shut. "You shouldn’t stick your hand in the batter, House."
House grabbed Chase’s arm and pulled him closer without looking away from Wilson, who had come to stand in the doorway. "Sit next to me. I need protection from Jimmy."
Wilson glared at House. "I’ve told you time and time again to stay out of my things. It’s not my fault you can’t pay me any mind." Wilson turned and disappeared around the corner of the wall out of sight.
House sighed and turned to Chase. "You okay with staying here on your day off tomorrow?"
Chase glanced at the empty kitchen doorway before looking at House. "It’s fine. You’ve a better television." Chase cocked his head as he thought for a few moments. "What are you planning?"
Before House could answer there was a loud crash from the kitchen.
"You okay, Wilson?" House held Chase down when he started to get up from the couch.
Wilson appeared in the doorway with his hands on his hips. "Okay? Okay! Fuck, no, I’m not okay!"
Wilson disappeared around the corner again and raised his voice even louder. "You lied to Cameron to get her to get me out of my office. You went through my things, House! My desk." There was another crash, then a resounding clang. "You couldn’t just ask. Or better yet, wait. Just wait until I was ready to tell you."
House turned and kissed Chase on the temple. "Stay put. I don’t think any of us will be going anywhere tomorrow." House levered himself up and headed into the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway at the sight of Wilson on his knees gathering up spilled vegetables. "Wilson, leave it. Chase can finish dinner."
Wilson’s movements became harsher. "No. I’ll fix it."
House carefully stepped around a carrot and touched Wilson’s back with his cane. "Wilson…Jimmy, leave it alone."
Wilson shot straight up and turned to face House. "Haven’t you done enough to me today?"
House leaned against the table behind him. "If I hadn’t of snooped would you have told me about having gotten the divorce decree three months ago at any point in time?"
"It’s my fucking life, House. I didn’t want you to make it…" Wilson turned away from House and dropped to his knees to begin again gathering up the food.
"You didn’t what? Didn’t want me to tease you?" House pulled out a chair and sat down. "Quit that and come here, James."
Wilson jerked at the sound of his name. "What part of my body language aren’t you getting? Go the fuck away, House."
House poked Wilson in the side hard with the tip of his cane. "Stop it. If you didn’t want to be here you could have gone home. To the house you own. I thought she’d gotten it, but no, you did. Have you even been back there since the decree?"
Wilson pulled away from the prodding cane, only to freeze at House’s words. Then Wilson dropped his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "She said she didn’t want it. Now she’s contesting after the fact. I guess she decided that if I didn’t want it, she should get it."
House twirled his cane. "Have you been home, Wilson?"
Wilson snorted. "Home? Home! That empty shell of a house isn’t home. It is a reminder of every way I’ve ever failed."
House turned his cane around and used the handle to hook Wilson’s arm and pull on it. "Come here."
Wilson didn’t move for several long seconds until finally heaving a deep sigh. "Don’t want to."
House tugged sharply on his cane. "Don’t care."
Wilson unhooked his arm and scooted about a foot closer to House. "What?"
House raised his eyebrows. "Settle down, Wilson. I’m only going to tell you this once." House puffed out his cheeks before blowing the air out in a rush. "You’ve failed, sure. You’re human. Human. You can’t do everything, you aren’t perfect, and you know what? That’s fine."
Wilson shook his head. "It is not. I have to…to…"
House poked Wilson in the knee. "No, you don’t. You don’t, Jimmy. Remember what you said about how I help? I’m helping, even if it pisses you off. If I don’t know about something I can’t plan properly."
Wilson took a deep breath. "Maybe I’m not cut out for this."
House shook his head. "Enough, James." House tone hardened. "Go sit by Chase."
Wilson started and blinked, before standing carefully. Wilson stopped and breathed heavily. "I…I don’t want to."
House reached out and rubbed circles on Wilson’s side. "Okay, tell me why."
Wilson was on the verge of hyperventilating. "I can’t. It doesn’t make any sense."
House continued to rub circles as he stood. "Try to explain while we walk."
Wilson was pushed along as House moved.
"I don’t want to make decisions all the time, but I don’t want to take orders either." Wilson gulped in huge breaths. "I crave…need the place you take me in my head, but..."
House pushed Wilson down beside Chase, who was watching intently. House pulled a rope from the pile and sat on the other side of Chase.
"It frightens you that you can get that lost inside yourself."
Wilson nodded almost franticly. "It’s not normal." Wilson cringed. "Not right."
House moved like a snake and captured Wilson’s hands, pulling them into Chase’s lap, and pinning them to the man’s thighs. "Calm down, Jimmy." House squeezed Wilson’s wrists. "You’re okay. Relax for me."
Wilson shuddered and pulled on his arms a little before slumping. Chase sat still watching the other two quietly.
"That’s right. Relax. Listen to me." House pulled Wilson forward until he was leaning on Chase’s chest. "Good, Jimmy. Let Robbie stroke you." House nodded when Chase looked at him.
Chase slipped a hand up under the hem of Wilson’s shirt. House pulled on Wilson’s arms a little, causing him to lean further into Chase, who began rubbing along his spine.
"Relax. That’s better." House started running a loop of the rope across the skin on the backs of Wilson’s hands. "What you feel is different than what anyone else feels." House swept the rope up to Wilson’s wrists and back down to his fingertips. "What works for you, makes you feel better, doesn’t have to be any one thing. Normal is relative." House lengthened his motions to include Wilson’s forearms. "Relax."
Wilson shivered and let more of his body go to rest against Chase’s chest. Chase watched House’s movements with the rope while rubbing his fingers up and down Wilson’s back.
"You can’t do everything." House pressed Wilson’s hands into Chase’s thigh harder when Wilson jerked back. "No, James. Hold still." Wilson froze and looked at House with fearful eyes. "Settle down. You’re okay." House looped the rope around Wilson’s wrists and pulled it almost snug. "You have to tell me things, James."
Wilson shook his head. Chase used his free hand to capture Wilson’s face and hold him still so that he was looking at House.
"He’s right. You have to communicate somehow. Notes, motions, words, whatever. You have to tell him so that he can take care of you."
House pulled the loop tight around Wilson’s wrists and began looping the rope up further up the arms, snugging each loop in turn. "Right now you’re going to work on talking."
Wilson shook his head and started to pull away until Chase pressed him back forward with a hand to his spine.
"You are safe."
House tied the last of the rope at Wilson’s elbows. He pulled the bound arms forward forcing Wilson to lean across Chase and look House in the eye. "No shame. None. Tell me that."
Wilson blinked and pulled in shallow breaths with his nose. Chase glanced at House and tugged upwards on Wilson’s shirt.
"Should this come off?"
House nodded. "Pull it over his head and bunch it at his elbows."
Chase did as he was told and they watched as Wilson shivered. Chase began rubbing more of Wilson’s back.
"It’s okay, Jimmy. No shame."
Wilson took a deep breath. "No shame?"
House pulled Wilson forward into an embrace. "None. I’m in control right now, love. I say you aren’t shameful. What you want isn’t wrong." House pushed Wilson back and cupped his face. "That’s why I have to know. If you can’t do something I need to know."
Wilson’s breathing hitched. "It’s stupid."
House shook Wilson’s head side to side sharply. "No." House dropped his hand to rest at the base of Wilson’s neck. "Tell me what you think is stupid."
Wilson pulled back with a jerk, only to be held fast and shook once again. Wilson settled down and fixed his eyes on House’s stomach. "I can’t stand to set foot in the house. I can’t touch the bills. I can’t stand looking at anything to do with it."
House nodded and deftly turned Wilson to rest his back against Chase’s chest. Chase automatically spread his legs to let Wilson sink down between his thighs. House pressed Wilson back against Chase with one hand as he brought Chase’s closer arm around to hold Wilson’s arms. Chase wrapped his other arm around Wilson and covered the restrained man’s hands with his own.
Wilson flopped his head back to hit Chase’s shoulder with a faint thunk. Gasping, Wilson jerked his hips once before going limp and staring at House blankly while blinking slowly.
House frowned, then quickly schooled his expression. "If you can’t then I’ll do it until you can."
Wilson stared and blinked. House cocked his head and studied the others carefully.
"Let go of his hands."
Chase let go, but they both could see the tension coming back into Wilson’s muscles.
"Huh. Clasp them again." House ran a fingertip up and down Wilson’s neck as Chase trapped Wilson’s hands again.
Wilson relaxed with a sigh and stared at House with unfocused eyes. House ran his finger across Wilson’s cheekbones eliciting only a blink in response.
"Okay, James, I need you to focus enough to tell me if you are alright."
Wilson moved his head slightly. "Good."
"Okay." House ran the fingertip down Wilson’s chest and watched the skin shiver in the finger’s wake. "I’ve gone through your desk before. Cameron has been told to lie to you before. Why did it get to you today, can you tell me?"
Wilson shuddered and pressed himself back into Chase’s chest. "No."
House nodded. "Okay. That’s fine." House moved Wilson’s head until he could look into the man’s eyes. "You can tell me when you are ready. I won’t make fun of you for anything you say when you’re mine like you are right now."
Chase nuzzled Wilson’s neck. "You trust him with your body. He can’t help you until you trust him with your fears."
Wilson closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and blinking several times. "Too much."
House stroked Wilson’s cheek with his thumb. "Work, the legal papers, us, just me, what, Jimmy?"
Wilson turned his head to touch House’s palm with his nose. "Papers."
House nodded. "Okay, I take a look at them if you want."
Wilson rubbed the tip of his nose into House’s palm. "’Kay."
Chase glanced at House as he pulled his hand away from Wilson’s head. Ignoring the whimper from Wilson, House stood up and headed into the bedroom.
House raised his voice enough to be heard from the bedroom as he rummaged in his closet. "Why can’t you go into the house?"
Chase nudged Wilson when he just stared at the ceiling. "You can tell us."
Wilson took a breath and held it for a long time before blowing it out. "It reminds me of her and my failures."
House stopped at the back of the couch and petted Wilson’s hair. "We’ll fix that."
Chase turned his head to look at House. "What?"
House came around to the front of the couch, dropped a large bag beside the others, and wrapped a hand around one of Wilson’s upper arms. "You know of anything that could hold his fingers still without harming them?"
Chase helped Wilson stand as House pulled him up. They watched as tension seeped back into Wilson’s frame.
"Could tape them, I suppose."
House nodded and poked through the bag until he came up with a pair of socks and duck tape. "Clasp your hands, Jimmy."
Wilson swayed and Chase quickly stood and braced him from behind. Reaching around Wilson Chase helped him get his fingers clasp correctly and watched as House encased the hands in both socks, one on top of the other. Then he took the duck tape and began taping around the socks.
"Oh." Wilson let his head drop back against Chase’s shoulder. "Tighter."
House chuckled. "No tighter. You’ll be wanting your fingers later."
Chase steadied Wilson’s arms when House needed a better angle for the tape. "What are we doing?"
House finished with the tape and put it back into the bad, along with all of the combined good pile from the coffee table. "We’re working on fears." House cupped the back of Chase’s head. "Yours and his."
Chase blinked. "How are we doing that?"
House pushed on Chase’s shoulder until he turned Wilson so they both faced the door. "We’re going for a ride. Don’t mess with his shirt, just throw his coat on over top and button it clear up for him. You’ll have to steer him. I’ll get the bag."
Chase carefully maneuvered Wilson to the wall beside the door. "How does this help my fears?"
House went through Wilson’s coat pockets until he found the car keys. "You can see how I deal with Wilson’s fear. That gives you a better idea on when it’s your turn."
Chase blinked when House slapped the keys into his hand. "Oh. What’s this?"
House smirked as he gathered up the bag and opened his front door. "You’re going to learn the way to Wilson’s house."
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(Part 7)