Binding Forces Part 7
Title: Binding Forces Chapter 7/?
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:
saara_zaara
(Part 6)
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House prodded Wilson as Chase pulled into the driveway of the house. Wilson dug his head further into House’s shoulder in response. Chase glanced at House in the rearview mirror.
“Just park and help me get him out of the car.”
Once Chase had the car parked and turned off he helped Wilson out and leaned him against the side of the car as he watched House set his bag on the ground before clambering out. Chase’s fingers itched to help, to at least take the bag, but he knew better than to offer. House stood for a few moments before pushing on Wilson’s shoulder.
“You’ll be fine, Jimmy. All you have to worry about is doing what I say, understand?”
Wilson nodded, but kept his eyes on the ground. House frowned at him, but didn’t say more as they started to the door. House let Chase unlock the door before taking back the keys.
“Gather up the mail and bring it in while I talk to Wilson.”
Chase nodded and headed back out the door. House turned to Wilson and lifted his chin.
“You okay in there?”
Wilson blinked slowly and he tensed more as he looked around himself. “It smells.”
House took a breath. It did smell faintly like Julie’s candles. “What do you smell?”
Wilson leaned into House’s hand. “Mangos.”
House smirked. “It smells more like peaches to me.”
“Both.”
House unbuttoned Wilson’s coat and slipped it off. Wilson’s shirt was still bunched at the start of his bindings near his elbows. House ran a finger across the base of Wilson’s neck and then cupped his jaw. “What do you feel standing here, Jimmy?”
Wilson lifted his chin up and out of House’s hold. “Restless.”
House ran his hand down the outside of Wilson’s shoulder to his bunched shirt. “Which room is the hardest to be in?”
Wilson twisted his shoulders and House quickly pressed him back against the wall near the door. “Calm down. We aren’t going to start there. You are fine, love. Safe.”
Chase slipped back in the door and threw the deadbolt to lock it behind him.
Wilson’s head snapped around at the noise. “Safe?”
Chase glanced between the other two. House stroked a fingertip along the edge of Wilson’s ear making him shiver.
“Safe, James. Now tell me which room bothers you the most.”
Wilson sucked in a deep breath. “Office.”
House nodded and leaned in to kiss Wilson deeply before pulling away. “Answering is good, Jimmy.”
Chase frowned as he sat down the mail on the floor out of Wilson’s line of sight. “I thought this place is the problem?”
House glanced at the mail before looking at Chase. “He means his home office. Steer him into the kitchen.” House pointed to the left. “That way.”
Chase gently pushed Wilson ahead of him as he glanced over his shoulder to watch House prod the pile of mail with the tip of his cane before starting to follow them. House settled the bag on the counter by the sink as he watched Chase pull out one of the kitchen barstools to sit Wilson on. Chase stood behind Wilson and looked at House.
“Come here, Robbie.”
Chase came over to House who buried a hand in Chase’s hair, pulling back his head to bare his neck. House licked and nipped his way up Chase’s neck before capturing his mouth while watching Wilson out of the corner of his eye.
Wilson wrapped his legs into the barstool’s rungs as he leaned himself forward to rest against the edge of the counter in front of him. House sucked on Chase’s lower lip as he pulled back causing both of the others to moan. House smirked as he released Chase.
“Kneel for me, Robbie.”
Chase sank to his knees in front of House and started to lower his head before stopping and raising his eyes to watch House. House petted Chase’s hair, which caused him to relax further into his kneeling position. House watched Wilson watching them.
“Why did you hesitate to do what I said in my bathroom?”
Chase closed his eyes. “I was worried and nervous.”
House lengthened his petting to include Chase’s neck and shoulders. “Did I hurt you?” House kept one eye on Chase as he watched Wilson cock his head.
Chase snapped his eyes open. “I wanted the pain. It felt good.”
House fingered the side of Chase’s face. “Did I do anything that scared you once you did what I said?”
“No.” Chase turned his face into House’s hand. “It was better once I let go.”
House slipped his thumb into Chase’s mouth letting him lick and suck. House watched as Wilson rocked slightly against the stool and the counter. “Sit at the dining room table, Robbie.”
Chase nipped House’s thumb before pulling away. He started to crawl across the floor until House set his cane along his side.
“Never crawl. Stand up and walk.”
Chase sighed, stood, and disappeared into the dinning room. House opened the refrigerator and glanced at the almost bare shelves before stepping over to stand beside Wilson. House pressed Wilson into the edge of the counter as he kissed the back of Wilson’s neck.
“Let go for me, James. Nothing here can harm you. Anything that is too much I need to know, understand?”
Wilson groaned as House licked a spot just below one ear. “Yes.”
House settled more of his weight against Wilson. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yes.” Wilson leaned his head back and to the side to give House more of his neck. “More, please.”
House smiled as he pulled his head back and reached around to grope Wilson. “Answer my questions and you get more, Jimmy.”
Wilson gasped and bucked as House fondled him. “Uh…a-ask.”
House pulled away. “Stand up.”
House pulled Wilson up and off the stool and steered him into the dinning room. Chase sat in one of the high-backed chairs as still as a statue. He had pulled the chair out and turned it partway around from the table. House stood Wilson in front of Chase.
“Spread your legs for Wilson so he can kneel, Robbie.”
Chase’s breathing picked up and he parted his knees. House kept a tight hold on Wilson’s shoulder to slow him down as he knelt. Chase started to bring his hands to Wilson’s head before he stopped himself and set his hands on his thighs.
House tapped the back of one of Chase’s hands. “Grip the back legs of the chair.” He waited until Chase had moved his hands to the legs of the chair. “Good, keep your hands there.” House pressed on Wilson’s back, pushing him to kneel up on his knees instead of his haunches.
Chase spread his knees further apart as House smoothed down the pants on the closer thigh. Wilson made a tiny noise as House brushed his fingers across Wilson’s neck.
“Robbie has my marks, Jimmy. He’s given himself to me.” House fingered Chase’s skin at his shirt collar. “I’ll collar him when he’s ready because he’s mine. You are mine too, aren’t you, Jimmy?”
Wilson started to pant as he watched House stroke Chase’s skin. “Yes.”
“What bothers you the most about being here?”
Wilson dropped his chin to his chest. “It smells.”
House threaded his fingers through Wilson’s hair. “Okay. Let’s change what you smell.” House leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Wilson’s head before reaching out and unzipping Chase’s pants. House waited while Wilson moaned and Chase gasped, then he worked Chase’s cock and balls free of his pants. “You have my permission to touch Robbie because he’s mine too. What happens if you doing something without my permission, James?”
Wilson stared hungrily at Chase’s hardening length. “Punishment.”
House gripped the back of Wilson’s neck. “That’s right.” House squeezed and shook Wilson carefully. “You belong to me now. I’ll mark you and collar you when you’re ready. Answer one more question and I’ll let you suck Robbie.”
Wilson relaxed more into House’s hold as he finished shaking him. “Anything.”
House squeezed once more before running his fingers through Wilson’s hair. “Exactly right. Now tell me which room was the first to bother you and when you remember it starting.”
Wilson closed his eyes as he drew a deep breath. “It was months ago.” House exchanged looks with Chase as Wilson continued on, “The bathroom. I had to start using the guest bath.”
House stroked Wilson’s hair and nape. “Well done, love. You can suck Robbie.”
Wilson leaned forward and mouthed Chase’s erection. House pulled another chair from the table and sat down. He petted Wilson’s shoulders as he engulfed the head of Chase’s cock. House grinned as Chase threw back his head and half-groaned, half-whimpered. Chase’s hold on the chair tightened as Wilson began sucking up and down his length.
House watched both men closely as Wilson’s pace picked up. Just as Chase began to pant heavily House stood and pulled Wilson roughly away. House pumped Chase once before leaning in and taking his mouth in a hard kiss. Wilson whimpered and let his head rest against Chase’s knee as he watched them. House broke the kiss and snaked a hand up to hold Chase still as he started to lean forward in House’s wake.
“What do you smell now, Jimmy?”
Wilson turned his head and rubbed his nose against the cloth of Chase’s pants. “Him.”
House nodded and pulled on the hem of Chase’s shirt. “Give.” Chase glanced up at House before releasing his hold on the chair and stripping off the shirt. House quickly folded the shirt into a strip and then he settle one hand on Wilson’s head. “I want to blindfold you with Robbie’s shirt. You have to tell me if you’re okay once it’s in place, understand?”
Wilson blinked and nuzzled Chase’s knee before nodding. “Okay.”
With Chase helping hold Wilson still, House wrapped and tied the shirt in place. Wilson relaxed into Chase’s leg so fast that the leg almost buckled before Chase could react and push back enough to hold the kneeling man up. House fingered the blindfold as Wilson’s panting slowed.
Wilson turned his head and nuzzled House’s hand. “Good.”
House smiled and patted the side of Wilson’s head. “Okay. Stand up.”
Wilson was helped to his feet by Chase as House watched. Stroking the side of Wilson’s face House leaned in and nipped at the base of his neck causing Wilson to gasp. House fondled Wilson’s cock through his pants. Wilson groaned and swayed a little before holding himself still.
“That’s is, Jimmy. We’re going to move back into the kitchen.” House turned Wilson and started him moving. “Bring the chairs, Robbie.”
Chase brought the chairs as House steered Wilson. Once in the kitchen House had Chase set the chairs facing eachother. Then he had Chase look in the freezer for ice as House stripped Wilson’s remaining clothes off.
“There’s only this kind of ice, Greg.” Chase held up a small freezer tray that was shaped for the thin long tubes of ice designed for fitting into water bottles.
“That’ll do. Bring it here.” House took the tray and cracked it so the ice popped loose. Wilson jumped at the noise. “No one said you could tuck yourself back in, Robbie. Strip.”
Chase quickly dropped his pants and started stepping out of them. “Sorry, Greg.”
House brushed ice-cooled fingers across a nipple causing Chase to gasp. “Didn’t tell you not to. You’re fine, Robbie. Once you’re naked, sit down.” House re-cooled his fingers and then rubbed them across Wilson’s lips. Wilson’s tongue darted out and licked at the fingers.
Chase settled on the chair and watched as House produced lube from his pocket. When the lube sailed his direction Chase caught it and looked up at House.
“You know what to do with that.”
Chase nodded and spread the lube on himself as he watched House use a piece of ice like it was chalk to write patterns on Wilson’s chest and stomach, avoiding the bound arms and hands. Wilson stood panting as House pulled the ice away and followed behind with his tongue. House pulled back and started the ice tracing across Wilson’s ribs.
“Spread some on Jimmy.”
Chase could hear the implied ‘don’t penetrate him’ in the order and quickly spread lube across Wilson’s hole. House let the ice drip on Chase’s forearm as he worked. Chase shivered at the feel of the cold water as it rolled across his skin to drip onto the floor. He helped Wilson move as House pressed him back to straddle Chase’s chair.
“Jimmy, slowly sink down. You can’t just drop down. It has to be slow.” House gripped Wilson’s hip with one hand and Chase’s dick with the other.
Wilson jerkily nodded once; then he began dropping. Chase quickly gripped Wilson’s hips and helped guide him down. As Wilson took in the head of Chase’s cock he stopped moving, his leg muscles trembling. Gasping he relaxed and pushed further down.
House let Wilson get almost down before letting go of Chase and pressing Wilson down sharply.
Wilson groaned and threw his head back. “Oh, God.”
Chase grunted and bucked upwards. House kissed Wilson’s forehead before pulling Chase hand from Wilson’s hips. Wrapping Chase’s arms around Wilson’s chest House settled down in his chair and picked up more ice.
“Stay still, Robbie.” House took the ice and played it along Chase’s arms and Wilson’s upper chest. Wilson squirmed, causing Chase to groan as he tried to hold still. House sat the ice down and used his cold fingers to tease Wilson’s nipples.
Wilson moaned and arched against Chase’s hold. Chase tightened his arms, pressing himself into Wilson’s back as he tried not to thrust.
“Good, Robbie.” House brushed his thumb across Chase’s lower lip. “Like to watch you with Jimmy. Very nice.” House reached out with his left hand and rubbed the mark he’d made on Chase’s chest. “What you said to him about communication goes for you too, Robbie.”
Chase groaned and pressed his upper chest forward against Wilson, trapping House’s hand for a moment before leaning back again. “I’m…fine.”
House brought his hand up to grip the side of Chase’s neck. “Then you don’t need anything? Don’t want to ask for anything?”
Chase whimpered and leaned his forehead against Wilson’s shoulder. “I…I want…” Chase shuddered. Then he buried his head further into Wilson’s shoulder and muttered, “Doesn’t matter.”
House petted the hair on the back of Chase’s head. “It matters, Robbie.” House rubbed his other hand along Wilson’s shoulder.
Chase pulled Wilson in tighter against him and then he shook his head. Wilson held still, panting quietly. House gripped Chase’s hair and pulled firmly until Chase brought his head up.
“It matters. Tell me what you want.”
Chase gulped and closed his eyes. “I want…loved.”
House let go of Chase’s hair and ran his thumb along Chase’s jaw. “Open your eyes and look at me, Robbie.” Chase opened his eyes, blinked, and focused on House. “Good. Even trying to be a threesome like we are means you’re loved.” House quickly gripped Chase’s chin before he could shake his head. “Listen to me. I want you both. Wilson and you.”
House waited as Chase gasped and blinked a few times before shaking him slightly. “I wouldn’t have marked you otherwise, Robbie.” House brushed his hand from Chase’s chin down across Wilson’s shoulder. “Told Jimmy this, now I’m telling you…I won’t say it often.” House leaned in until he was inches from Chase’s face. “Love you.”
Chase moaned as House captured his mouth and kissed him slowly. Chase pressed his lips to Wilson’s shoulder as House pulled away. Chase took a deep breath through his nose. “Don’t need to hear it.”
House rubbed Chase’s arms. “Actions are more important.”
Chase shivered he watched House’s fingers play across his skin. “I’m safe.”
House nodded. “Yes, you are.” House moved back and picked up another stick of ice. “Fuck him slow, Robbie. I want to hear him.”
Chase stared at House as he rolled his hips. House took the ice and played it across Wilson’s chest and Chase’s arms. House sometimes followed with his mouth and tongue, but sometimes only blew the water droplets here and there. Wilson moaned and started to plead for more as Chase found the best angle for his thrusts.
“Lovely. Faster, Robbie.” House brought the mostly melted ice to Wilson’s scrotum and dripped cold water there. Wilson bucked up sharply, crying out. Chase let him go and watched as Wilson came completely off of him. House quickly pressed the ice into Wilson. As the man dropped down with a wail House guided Chase back inside.
“Oh…bugger.” Chase moaned as he wrapped his arms back around Wilson. Chase bucked into the wonderful feel of Wilson and the ice, moaning as the placement of the coldness changed with each movement.
Wilson sobbed and dropped forward onto House’s chest. House quickly wrapped his hand around the base of Wilson’s cock.
“You can’t come yet, James.” House caught Chase’s eye and nodded.
Chase panted and whimpered as he thrust hard and fast until he stiffened and came with a grunt.
“Good, Robbie.” House pulled Wilson up and let him sink to his knees between the chairs. “This is only the start, James. Tell me who you belong to and who you love.”
Wilson drew in huge breaths. “You, oh, god…you, Greg. Love you. Love him too.”
House soothed Wilson’s heaving shoulders. “That’s right, love. You did very good.” House began undoing the cord around Wilson’s arms. “Let’s untie you and we’ll order dinner.” Wilson whimpered and shook his head. “It’s okay, Jimmy. We’ll leave your hands and the blindfold. I’ll feed you myself.”
Wilson relaxed with a soft grin. “’Kay.”
House exchanged smiles with a slumped Chase.
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(Part 8)
A/N: I didn't think the ice play really needed a warning. After all it's just a little frozen water. :D
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:
saara_zaara
(Part 6)
****
House prodded Wilson as Chase pulled into the driveway of the house. Wilson dug his head further into House’s shoulder in response. Chase glanced at House in the rearview mirror.
“Just park and help me get him out of the car.”
Once Chase had the car parked and turned off he helped Wilson out and leaned him against the side of the car as he watched House set his bag on the ground before clambering out. Chase’s fingers itched to help, to at least take the bag, but he knew better than to offer. House stood for a few moments before pushing on Wilson’s shoulder.
“You’ll be fine, Jimmy. All you have to worry about is doing what I say, understand?”
Wilson nodded, but kept his eyes on the ground. House frowned at him, but didn’t say more as they started to the door. House let Chase unlock the door before taking back the keys.
“Gather up the mail and bring it in while I talk to Wilson.”
Chase nodded and headed back out the door. House turned to Wilson and lifted his chin.
“You okay in there?”
Wilson blinked slowly and he tensed more as he looked around himself. “It smells.”
House took a breath. It did smell faintly like Julie’s candles. “What do you smell?”
Wilson leaned into House’s hand. “Mangos.”
House smirked. “It smells more like peaches to me.”
“Both.”
House unbuttoned Wilson’s coat and slipped it off. Wilson’s shirt was still bunched at the start of his bindings near his elbows. House ran a finger across the base of Wilson’s neck and then cupped his jaw. “What do you feel standing here, Jimmy?”
Wilson lifted his chin up and out of House’s hold. “Restless.”
House ran his hand down the outside of Wilson’s shoulder to his bunched shirt. “Which room is the hardest to be in?”
Wilson twisted his shoulders and House quickly pressed him back against the wall near the door. “Calm down. We aren’t going to start there. You are fine, love. Safe.”
Chase slipped back in the door and threw the deadbolt to lock it behind him.
Wilson’s head snapped around at the noise. “Safe?”
Chase glanced between the other two. House stroked a fingertip along the edge of Wilson’s ear making him shiver.
“Safe, James. Now tell me which room bothers you the most.”
Wilson sucked in a deep breath. “Office.”
House nodded and leaned in to kiss Wilson deeply before pulling away. “Answering is good, Jimmy.”
Chase frowned as he sat down the mail on the floor out of Wilson’s line of sight. “I thought this place is the problem?”
House glanced at the mail before looking at Chase. “He means his home office. Steer him into the kitchen.” House pointed to the left. “That way.”
Chase gently pushed Wilson ahead of him as he glanced over his shoulder to watch House prod the pile of mail with the tip of his cane before starting to follow them. House settled the bag on the counter by the sink as he watched Chase pull out one of the kitchen barstools to sit Wilson on. Chase stood behind Wilson and looked at House.
“Come here, Robbie.”
Chase came over to House who buried a hand in Chase’s hair, pulling back his head to bare his neck. House licked and nipped his way up Chase’s neck before capturing his mouth while watching Wilson out of the corner of his eye.
Wilson wrapped his legs into the barstool’s rungs as he leaned himself forward to rest against the edge of the counter in front of him. House sucked on Chase’s lower lip as he pulled back causing both of the others to moan. House smirked as he released Chase.
“Kneel for me, Robbie.”
Chase sank to his knees in front of House and started to lower his head before stopping and raising his eyes to watch House. House petted Chase’s hair, which caused him to relax further into his kneeling position. House watched Wilson watching them.
“Why did you hesitate to do what I said in my bathroom?”
Chase closed his eyes. “I was worried and nervous.”
House lengthened his petting to include Chase’s neck and shoulders. “Did I hurt you?” House kept one eye on Chase as he watched Wilson cock his head.
Chase snapped his eyes open. “I wanted the pain. It felt good.”
House fingered the side of Chase’s face. “Did I do anything that scared you once you did what I said?”
“No.” Chase turned his face into House’s hand. “It was better once I let go.”
House slipped his thumb into Chase’s mouth letting him lick and suck. House watched as Wilson rocked slightly against the stool and the counter. “Sit at the dining room table, Robbie.”
Chase nipped House’s thumb before pulling away. He started to crawl across the floor until House set his cane along his side.
“Never crawl. Stand up and walk.”
Chase sighed, stood, and disappeared into the dinning room. House opened the refrigerator and glanced at the almost bare shelves before stepping over to stand beside Wilson. House pressed Wilson into the edge of the counter as he kissed the back of Wilson’s neck.
“Let go for me, James. Nothing here can harm you. Anything that is too much I need to know, understand?”
Wilson groaned as House licked a spot just below one ear. “Yes.”
House settled more of his weight against Wilson. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yes.” Wilson leaned his head back and to the side to give House more of his neck. “More, please.”
House smiled as he pulled his head back and reached around to grope Wilson. “Answer my questions and you get more, Jimmy.”
Wilson gasped and bucked as House fondled him. “Uh…a-ask.”
House pulled away. “Stand up.”
House pulled Wilson up and off the stool and steered him into the dinning room. Chase sat in one of the high-backed chairs as still as a statue. He had pulled the chair out and turned it partway around from the table. House stood Wilson in front of Chase.
“Spread your legs for Wilson so he can kneel, Robbie.”
Chase’s breathing picked up and he parted his knees. House kept a tight hold on Wilson’s shoulder to slow him down as he knelt. Chase started to bring his hands to Wilson’s head before he stopped himself and set his hands on his thighs.
House tapped the back of one of Chase’s hands. “Grip the back legs of the chair.” He waited until Chase had moved his hands to the legs of the chair. “Good, keep your hands there.” House pressed on Wilson’s back, pushing him to kneel up on his knees instead of his haunches.
Chase spread his knees further apart as House smoothed down the pants on the closer thigh. Wilson made a tiny noise as House brushed his fingers across Wilson’s neck.
“Robbie has my marks, Jimmy. He’s given himself to me.” House fingered Chase’s skin at his shirt collar. “I’ll collar him when he’s ready because he’s mine. You are mine too, aren’t you, Jimmy?”
Wilson started to pant as he watched House stroke Chase’s skin. “Yes.”
“What bothers you the most about being here?”
Wilson dropped his chin to his chest. “It smells.”
House threaded his fingers through Wilson’s hair. “Okay. Let’s change what you smell.” House leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Wilson’s head before reaching out and unzipping Chase’s pants. House waited while Wilson moaned and Chase gasped, then he worked Chase’s cock and balls free of his pants. “You have my permission to touch Robbie because he’s mine too. What happens if you doing something without my permission, James?”
Wilson stared hungrily at Chase’s hardening length. “Punishment.”
House gripped the back of Wilson’s neck. “That’s right.” House squeezed and shook Wilson carefully. “You belong to me now. I’ll mark you and collar you when you’re ready. Answer one more question and I’ll let you suck Robbie.”
Wilson relaxed more into House’s hold as he finished shaking him. “Anything.”
House squeezed once more before running his fingers through Wilson’s hair. “Exactly right. Now tell me which room was the first to bother you and when you remember it starting.”
Wilson closed his eyes as he drew a deep breath. “It was months ago.” House exchanged looks with Chase as Wilson continued on, “The bathroom. I had to start using the guest bath.”
House stroked Wilson’s hair and nape. “Well done, love. You can suck Robbie.”
Wilson leaned forward and mouthed Chase’s erection. House pulled another chair from the table and sat down. He petted Wilson’s shoulders as he engulfed the head of Chase’s cock. House grinned as Chase threw back his head and half-groaned, half-whimpered. Chase’s hold on the chair tightened as Wilson began sucking up and down his length.
House watched both men closely as Wilson’s pace picked up. Just as Chase began to pant heavily House stood and pulled Wilson roughly away. House pumped Chase once before leaning in and taking his mouth in a hard kiss. Wilson whimpered and let his head rest against Chase’s knee as he watched them. House broke the kiss and snaked a hand up to hold Chase still as he started to lean forward in House’s wake.
“What do you smell now, Jimmy?”
Wilson turned his head and rubbed his nose against the cloth of Chase’s pants. “Him.”
House nodded and pulled on the hem of Chase’s shirt. “Give.” Chase glanced up at House before releasing his hold on the chair and stripping off the shirt. House quickly folded the shirt into a strip and then he settle one hand on Wilson’s head. “I want to blindfold you with Robbie’s shirt. You have to tell me if you’re okay once it’s in place, understand?”
Wilson blinked and nuzzled Chase’s knee before nodding. “Okay.”
With Chase helping hold Wilson still, House wrapped and tied the shirt in place. Wilson relaxed into Chase’s leg so fast that the leg almost buckled before Chase could react and push back enough to hold the kneeling man up. House fingered the blindfold as Wilson’s panting slowed.
Wilson turned his head and nuzzled House’s hand. “Good.”
House smiled and patted the side of Wilson’s head. “Okay. Stand up.”
Wilson was helped to his feet by Chase as House watched. Stroking the side of Wilson’s face House leaned in and nipped at the base of his neck causing Wilson to gasp. House fondled Wilson’s cock through his pants. Wilson groaned and swayed a little before holding himself still.
“That’s is, Jimmy. We’re going to move back into the kitchen.” House turned Wilson and started him moving. “Bring the chairs, Robbie.”
Chase brought the chairs as House steered Wilson. Once in the kitchen House had Chase set the chairs facing eachother. Then he had Chase look in the freezer for ice as House stripped Wilson’s remaining clothes off.
“There’s only this kind of ice, Greg.” Chase held up a small freezer tray that was shaped for the thin long tubes of ice designed for fitting into water bottles.
“That’ll do. Bring it here.” House took the tray and cracked it so the ice popped loose. Wilson jumped at the noise. “No one said you could tuck yourself back in, Robbie. Strip.”
Chase quickly dropped his pants and started stepping out of them. “Sorry, Greg.”
House brushed ice-cooled fingers across a nipple causing Chase to gasp. “Didn’t tell you not to. You’re fine, Robbie. Once you’re naked, sit down.” House re-cooled his fingers and then rubbed them across Wilson’s lips. Wilson’s tongue darted out and licked at the fingers.
Chase settled on the chair and watched as House produced lube from his pocket. When the lube sailed his direction Chase caught it and looked up at House.
“You know what to do with that.”
Chase nodded and spread the lube on himself as he watched House use a piece of ice like it was chalk to write patterns on Wilson’s chest and stomach, avoiding the bound arms and hands. Wilson stood panting as House pulled the ice away and followed behind with his tongue. House pulled back and started the ice tracing across Wilson’s ribs.
“Spread some on Jimmy.”
Chase could hear the implied ‘don’t penetrate him’ in the order and quickly spread lube across Wilson’s hole. House let the ice drip on Chase’s forearm as he worked. Chase shivered at the feel of the cold water as it rolled across his skin to drip onto the floor. He helped Wilson move as House pressed him back to straddle Chase’s chair.
“Jimmy, slowly sink down. You can’t just drop down. It has to be slow.” House gripped Wilson’s hip with one hand and Chase’s dick with the other.
Wilson jerkily nodded once; then he began dropping. Chase quickly gripped Wilson’s hips and helped guide him down. As Wilson took in the head of Chase’s cock he stopped moving, his leg muscles trembling. Gasping he relaxed and pushed further down.
House let Wilson get almost down before letting go of Chase and pressing Wilson down sharply.
Wilson groaned and threw his head back. “Oh, God.”
Chase grunted and bucked upwards. House kissed Wilson’s forehead before pulling Chase hand from Wilson’s hips. Wrapping Chase’s arms around Wilson’s chest House settled down in his chair and picked up more ice.
“Stay still, Robbie.” House took the ice and played it along Chase’s arms and Wilson’s upper chest. Wilson squirmed, causing Chase to groan as he tried to hold still. House sat the ice down and used his cold fingers to tease Wilson’s nipples.
Wilson moaned and arched against Chase’s hold. Chase tightened his arms, pressing himself into Wilson’s back as he tried not to thrust.
“Good, Robbie.” House brushed his thumb across Chase’s lower lip. “Like to watch you with Jimmy. Very nice.” House reached out with his left hand and rubbed the mark he’d made on Chase’s chest. “What you said to him about communication goes for you too, Robbie.”
Chase groaned and pressed his upper chest forward against Wilson, trapping House’s hand for a moment before leaning back again. “I’m…fine.”
House brought his hand up to grip the side of Chase’s neck. “Then you don’t need anything? Don’t want to ask for anything?”
Chase whimpered and leaned his forehead against Wilson’s shoulder. “I…I want…” Chase shuddered. Then he buried his head further into Wilson’s shoulder and muttered, “Doesn’t matter.”
House petted the hair on the back of Chase’s head. “It matters, Robbie.” House rubbed his other hand along Wilson’s shoulder.
Chase pulled Wilson in tighter against him and then he shook his head. Wilson held still, panting quietly. House gripped Chase’s hair and pulled firmly until Chase brought his head up.
“It matters. Tell me what you want.”
Chase gulped and closed his eyes. “I want…loved.”
House let go of Chase’s hair and ran his thumb along Chase’s jaw. “Open your eyes and look at me, Robbie.” Chase opened his eyes, blinked, and focused on House. “Good. Even trying to be a threesome like we are means you’re loved.” House quickly gripped Chase’s chin before he could shake his head. “Listen to me. I want you both. Wilson and you.”
House waited as Chase gasped and blinked a few times before shaking him slightly. “I wouldn’t have marked you otherwise, Robbie.” House brushed his hand from Chase’s chin down across Wilson’s shoulder. “Told Jimmy this, now I’m telling you…I won’t say it often.” House leaned in until he was inches from Chase’s face. “Love you.”
Chase moaned as House captured his mouth and kissed him slowly. Chase pressed his lips to Wilson’s shoulder as House pulled away. Chase took a deep breath through his nose. “Don’t need to hear it.”
House rubbed Chase’s arms. “Actions are more important.”
Chase shivered he watched House’s fingers play across his skin. “I’m safe.”
House nodded. “Yes, you are.” House moved back and picked up another stick of ice. “Fuck him slow, Robbie. I want to hear him.”
Chase stared at House as he rolled his hips. House took the ice and played it across Wilson’s chest and Chase’s arms. House sometimes followed with his mouth and tongue, but sometimes only blew the water droplets here and there. Wilson moaned and started to plead for more as Chase found the best angle for his thrusts.
“Lovely. Faster, Robbie.” House brought the mostly melted ice to Wilson’s scrotum and dripped cold water there. Wilson bucked up sharply, crying out. Chase let him go and watched as Wilson came completely off of him. House quickly pressed the ice into Wilson. As the man dropped down with a wail House guided Chase back inside.
“Oh…bugger.” Chase moaned as he wrapped his arms back around Wilson. Chase bucked into the wonderful feel of Wilson and the ice, moaning as the placement of the coldness changed with each movement.
Wilson sobbed and dropped forward onto House’s chest. House quickly wrapped his hand around the base of Wilson’s cock.
“You can’t come yet, James.” House caught Chase’s eye and nodded.
Chase panted and whimpered as he thrust hard and fast until he stiffened and came with a grunt.
“Good, Robbie.” House pulled Wilson up and let him sink to his knees between the chairs. “This is only the start, James. Tell me who you belong to and who you love.”
Wilson drew in huge breaths. “You, oh, god…you, Greg. Love you. Love him too.”
House soothed Wilson’s heaving shoulders. “That’s right, love. You did very good.” House began undoing the cord around Wilson’s arms. “Let’s untie you and we’ll order dinner.” Wilson whimpered and shook his head. “It’s okay, Jimmy. We’ll leave your hands and the blindfold. I’ll feed you myself.”
Wilson relaxed with a soft grin. “’Kay.”
House exchanged smiles with a slumped Chase.
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(Part 8)
A/N: I didn't think the ice play really needed a warning. After all it's just a little frozen water. :D