Binding Forces Part 10
Title: Binding Forces Chapter 10/?
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. Use of a toy and double penetration using said toy.
Beta: recrudescence
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(Part 9)
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Chase jerked awake suddenly. There’d been something he was supposed to do… It took a moment before Chase remembered he needed to find House and talk to him. He groaned as he turned his head. I’ve never felt this heavy before. He stared at Wilson sleeping with his face mostly buried in the pillow that House had covered with that shirt. Too slowly to suit himself, Chase got muscles to respond and finally sat up.
Fingering his leather-covered feet and the little locks at his ankles, Chase thought about just how many details of his former relationships he should share with House so early in this thing they had going between the three of them. Chase glanced over at Wilson and reached out to pull the blanket further up Wilson’s body.
After yawning so wide his jaw cracked, Chase hauled himself to his feet, pulled on the robe he’d had earlier, and wandered out of the bedroom in search of House. Silently reminding himself that House hadn’t told him he couldn’t wander around, Chase glanced at the staircase and then headed in the other direction. Down the hallway until he got to the door on the other side of the hall from the bathroom. The door was open a few inches, with soft light spilling out into the hallway.
Telling himself that House wouldn’t punish him for interrupting, but not really believing himself, Chase knocked on the doorframe.
"What?" House sounded tired, but not upset.
Encouraged, Chase gingerly pushed on the door to open it a few more inches. "Can I come in?"
There were paper-rustling sounds before House said, "Get in here."
Chase paused only long enough to close the door to the same position he’d found it in before hurrying over to House only to stop, uncertain as to what he should do. I can’t kneel, but I shouldn’t sit. Only... I’m above House and that’s not right either…
House reached out and gripped Chase’s nearer wrist. "Hey. Look at me, Robbie."
Chase snapped his eyes up from looking at House's hand on his skin to find House watching him closely. He felt calmer instantly. He knows what to do to make it better. Chase fought the urge to let go. No, no, he’s not going to be upset if I’m not submissive all the time. He said so and I know he meant it. I need talk to him, but I need to be certain it’s okay.
House gestured to a chair that was sitting against the wall. "Bring that chair over here and sit down by me."
Chase slipped his wrist from House’s grip and did as he was told. "I’m sorry I’m not good enough to kneel for you."
House cocked his head. "I didn’t say you weren’t good enough to kneel." House’s eyes narrowed. "You’re nervous, right?"
Chase made a face as he nodded.
"What do I do to try to make you or Jimmy less nervous?"
Chase blinked. "You touch us. Gentle touches that calm."
House pulled his rolling office chair closer to Chase. "And if you are kneeling and I’m sitting, how much of you can I touch? If you are sitting and I’m sitting how much of you can I reach?"
Chase’s mouth formed a silent ‘oh.’
House half-grinned and touched Chase’s face for a moment before pulling back. "After a while you’ll quit being so nervous and I’ll start letting you kneel. It has very little to do with your ability as a submissive and very much to do with building your trust with me." House leaned an elbow onto the paper-covered desk and propped his head onto his hand. "That wasn’t why you came in here, is it?"
Chase shook his head. "Um, I wanted to talk to you about…what we should be doing for you."
House’s eyebrows climbed his forehead. "Oh?"
Chase fingered the edge of the robe he wore. "You didn’t climax." Chase glanced up before lowering his eyes to where his fingers brushed across the robe. "You don’t react like…I’m used to. Not at all. I mean…you haven’t gotten mad when I screw up or freeze and you don’t demand our attention to be solely on your pleasure…I don’t…don’t understand. If I do what I’ve been trained to do, you stop me. I don’t know if that means you don’t want me to look after you or if you’ve just never had someone who cares. Or maybe it’s that I’m supposed to know what to do, but I don’t. I don’t know and I can’t go on not knowing."
House let Chase wind down before pulling him in so that he was resting half in House’s lap. Silently thanking Wilson for having an office chair with no arms, House wrapped himself tightly around Chase. "Okay, okay." House pressed a kiss to the back of Chase’s head. "I didn’t know you were having so much trouble, Robbie."
Chase shrugged with the shoulder not buried against House’s chest.
House huffed a breath into Chase’s hair just because he could. " I don't expect you to know what's in my mind or what my body is doing every moment." There was a long pause and Chase could feel House's heart beating faster than it should. "I have muscle spasms sometimes. Can’t pee or can’t climax. It comes and goes." House held Chase still as he started to try to sit up. "I know what is causing it, but I can’t cut down on the pills if I want to walk."
Chase worked one hand free enough to grasp House’s wrist.
"I’m my own person, Robbie. I’m never going to mind you doing something as long as I haven’t told you not to. You are an adult. As for freezing, I’d like you to really tell me why something bothers you instead of just assuring me you're okay. I can tell when you really aren't."
Chase nodded. "Okay."
"Doesn’t have to be right then, usually shouldn’t be unless you just can’t go on. I need to hear it, though, and I know you know that." House used his free hand to rub the hand Chase had wrapped around his other wrist. "I don’t like people fussing over me. I don’t expect you to do things for me unless you want to." House paused for a moment. "I want the freedom to touch. To skim my fingers or lips across every inch of your skin or Jimmy’s skin. To fuck you beyond your ability to stand it. I want to watch you break apart. I want the trust that requires."
Chase rolled his head away from House’s body and looked up at him.
"Things for you to know, hmm?" House gazed down into Chase’s eyes before pulling him up enough to kiss. Breaking away, House pushed Chase up and sat him on the edge of the desk with his legs on either side of House’s legs. Looking up, House parted the robe and spread his hand flat across Chase’s stomach. "You aren’t in the way unless I tell you to move for me. You come back into a room and resume the position you were in before you left, unless I tell you different. I'll warn you before you get in trouble for doing anything I really don't like."
Chase nodded and closed his eyes, giving House the freedom to talk without being watched.
"You’ve never gone this long without a painful scene, have you?"
Chase tensed. "I…"
House reached up and laid his fingertips on Chase's lips. "Hush. You go upstairs at all?"
Chase shook his head, not trusting his voice right then.
"Go explore. While you're there, put every smelly thing you can find in a drawer and remember which drawer you use."
Chase opened his eyes. "And when I’m done?"
House stroked Chase’s limp cock gently. "I’ll give you a reward tomorrow. You’ll have a small choice of implements I'll use on you." House gripped the belt of the robe and pulled Chase away from the desk. "Go, explore. I’m almost done here. We’ll go to bed with Jimmy and sleep when you come back down."
Chase closed the edges of the robe with a quick brush of his fingers across House’s arm he went.
House pursed his lips as he watched Chase disappear into the hallway. Then he looked back down at the papers spread out everywhere. At least the bills aren’t late since Wilson stuck everything on automatic payments. House picked up a letter he’d slid under the bills when Chase had knocked. This, on the other hand, is a problem.
House turned and stared at the wall like he could see through it to the man lying in the bedroom just beyond.
The letter was addressed to Mrs. Wilson, no first name, but the date let House know it was the last wife. House remembered that week. Wilson had been perfectly fine until about midweek when suddenly he had quit bringing lunch. It’d taken House days to get Wilson to start eating lunch of any sort. It’d been awful with no one to steal from or piss off. Nothing had bothered Wilson that week. House had resorted to stealing everything off of Wilson’s desk in a last-ditch attempt to get him out of his funk, but even that hadn’t worked.
House looked back down at the letter and reread it silently. A report of abortion all laid out in neat letter form. House had never liked Wilson’s wives, but he’d never actively despised one of them until now.
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Chase finished tucking in the clean sheet he’d put on the big bed in the large bedroom he’d found. Everything smelled. Chase had found lots of candles, which he’d dumped into an empty dresser drawer. The sheets he’d stripped off the big bed were out in the hall in a pile. With a final wrinkle smoothed out, Chase straightened up and looked around.
The surfaces were dusted. And later he’d bring up cider vinegar in open bowls to pull up any lingering smells. He had a pile of sheets and pillowcases needing to be washed. And he’d left the bathroom door open to try to allow the smell from the cherry candle he’d found in there dissipate some.
Chase took one more look at the bed with its upright scrolled posts. He twitched as he stopped himself from moving back towards it. Then he reminded himself that House had said he could explore. He stood at the foot of the bed and stretched his arms out to either side. The distance was just enough he couldn’t wrap his hands around the posts.
The thought of House binding him to the posts and then fucking him until he sagged in his bonds made Chase’s cock swell. With one last finger sweep down one of the posts, Chase went on down the hall and into the last bathroom that needed to be checked.
It was smaller, more the size of House’s bath in his apartment. Chase wiped down the dust from the mirror and stared at his reflection. He should know why you flinched at the water in the bottom of the tub. You can trust that he wouldn't hold your head under too long. Chase glanced over his shoulder at the empty tub behind him.
He could picture House making Wilson and him kneel in a spray warm water. They’d be facing so House could make them see what he did to them reflected in the other’s face. Another picture flashed through Chase’s mind of cradling House to his chest as they sat in the tub letting Wilson pleasure House as Chase held House so he wouldn’t slip.
Gripping the edge of the counter, Chase worked at settling his breathing. I should get this done so I can go back downstairs. Chase pressed the heel of his hand to the base of his dick, groaning softly as the pressure bit through his arousal. He went back to wiping down the mirror.
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House flipped off the light in the office and headed down the hall when the faint noises from upstairs started making trips across the floor towards the stairs. After the third one, House started wondering just how much smelly crap Wilson had been putting up with.
He leaned against the wall as he watched Chase pull a large bundle down the stairs behind him. House didn’t have to get close to smell the cloying rose scent coming off the bundle.
"Laundry is between the kitchen and the garage. Just throw those in the wash and run a rinse cycle on them. Actual washing can wait until morning. I’ll be waiting." House stepped into the bedroom where Wilson lay sleeping and closed the door. He gave it a ten count and then eased the door open just enough to see Chase disappearing into the living room.
Behind him, Wilson shifted on the bed. House threw back the covers and worked his way into the middle. I don’t want to be climbing the stairs constantly, but I’d really like to have a separate room for scenes. It’d help them both separate play from the rest. House watched in the soft light from the tiny nightlight plugged into the outlet beside the closet as Chase came into the room.
Chase quickly settled beside House, who pulled the covers over them.
House nearly started as Chase's damp skin pressed against his side. Must have washed up. He wasn’t wet when he was coming down the stairs. "All done?"
Chase wormed a hand across House to settle on Wilson’s side. "Done."
House pulled on Chase until part of his weight was on House’s chest. "Good. Sleep."
Chase sighed. "Okay."
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Wilson felt good. Calm. He didn’t want to wake up because he knew he’d lose the lovely nice feeling. He could smell something different. Not awful, but something... Wilson mumbled and tried to slide back towards sleep, but the sounds he'd been ignoring started to register, and he snapped awake.
Opening his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of Chase’s face inches from his, mouth open, little grunting noises puffing the stray strands of hair away from his mouth only to be pulled back again on the next breath. Wilson looked down the bed to see where House was steadily thrusting the dildo into and out of Chase. Wilson pushed himself up a little and watched as House pressed it deep into Chase before holding it still.
"Ugh." Chase blew a breath out and reached a hand out to Wilson, who clumsily caught it. He allowed Chase to squeeze hard as he tried to push towards House.
"Morning, Jimmy."
Wilson blinked and looked up at House. "Morning." He looked down at Chase on his back, legs splayed, the little locks at his ankles still swaying, and the key Wilson could barely remember lying against Chase’s nipple.
House let go of the calf nearer Wilson and replaced his hand with Wilson’s own. "Here, help hold him."
"Okay." Wilson did as he was told and watched as House resumed fucking Chase, the condom streched over the toy contrasting with the dildo's color.
Chase’s small grunts filled the air and Wilson forced himself to breathe through his nose so he wouldn’t add to the noise too soon. House suddenly stopped, leaving Chase panting, the hand gripping Wilson’s tightening.
House skimmed his fingers up the side of Chase’s cock. "I started fucking him before he was even awake, Jimmy. It’ll be you one morning. I’ll slip into your relaxed body and fuck you awake."
Wilson drew a sharp breath.
"Want to be fucked, Jimmy?" asked House.
Wilson kicked the covers back with his foot and ignored House as he smirked. He felt sore from before, but Wilson didn’t care; he wanted someone in him again. Without protest Wilson let House maneuver him to straddle Chase’s stomach, pushing Chase’s legs down and spreading them open on the bed. House worked his fingers into Wilson just long enough to spread lube. Then Wilson was moaning as House guided Chase’s slick cock into him.
"Lean forward over him, Jimmy. Rest against his chest, you won’t crush him."
Wilson was watching Chase pant and squirm when suddenly the noise of the vibrator stopped. In the new quiet he could hear the rustling of a towel and more noises as House slid the dildo out and then stripped off the condom. "Greg?"
House pressed a kiss to the skin between Wilson’s shoulder blades as he slid a fresh condom on the dildo. "Just hold still, Jimmy. This’ll feel good."
Wilson could feel House spreading more lube on him. Then the dildo started pressing into him. "Oh…uh, please."
House rubbed little circles on Wilson’s back with his free hand as he steadily slid more of the dildo into Wilson.
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It felt so good, fitting him so tightly within Wilson, as House finished the first thrust of the dildo. Then he flicked the vibrations back on. Chase arched so hard his shoulders came off the bed as above him Wilson groaned long and low as his hands gripped Chase’s sides painfully.
Chase thrust as much as he could up into Wilson, into the feel of the vibrations. Then House thumbed the spot on his balls where he had bitten him, and Chase arched forward enough to reach House’s hand. He gripped House's fingers hard in his own, forcing House to pinch. Not caring that his arm was getting hit every time Wilson came down, Chase kept his hand on House's.
Grunting, Chase gripped House’s hand as he watched House watching him and then House flipped the vibration up. Chase’s eyes slid closed and he listened to Wilson whimper. Listened to his own begging for more, for it to stop, for House to take him. He clenched his hand around House’s and the pain from his scrotum was the only sharp point of feeling as the vibrations slid along his shaft, retreating before flowing back to make Wilson beg as well.
He faintly heard House say something to Wilson and suddenly the thrusting sped up and Wilson came. Chase groaned with Wilson as House kept right on fucking them. Then House tore his hand away from Chase’s desperate grip and then House was pressing into him.
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Leaving the dildo on inside of Wilson as he slumped, twitching, over Chase, House pulled his hand out of Chase’s grasp and forced his own leg to hold him as he sank into Chase. House rested his chin on Wilson’s shoulder and watched the emotions flicker across Chase’s face. House rocked in small jabbing thrusts, pushing the dildo around with his thumb just enough to stimulate the others.
House watched as Chase’s tears slid down his cheeks. "So real." House whispered into Wilson’s skin before speeding up his thrusts. Chase’s head went back and House quickly pressed his thumb into the bruise on Chase’s collarbone. "Come for me, Robbie."
Chase’s eyes scrunched and House could feel Chase’s hand kneading the bite mark frantically as Chase thrust just as desperately up into Wilson. Then he froze, groaning through his release. House closely watched the shivers and shudders of the others as the vibrations over-stimulated them even as the dildo slid free of Wilson.
House pushed Chase’s hips a little higher and began thrusting faster. Chase opened his eyes halfway and stared up at House as they fucked. House focused on where Chase was still rocking slightly in and out of Wilson.
"Does it hurt, Jimmy?"
Wilson stirred and his hand came back to grasp House’s hip. "So good."
House grinned at the slurred words and pulled out, brutally jacking himself until he came across the others. Sliding to lie on his side, House panted as Chase gently pushed Wilson off to the side.
Turning his head towards House, Chase made a noise in his throat and tugged on House’s arm. House rolled more towards Chase, settling his screaming leg on top of Chase’s limp ones. He sighed and moved House’s hand until he was covering Chase’s mark at the collarbone.
House could swear he was listening to Chase purr-well, hum probably, but still. House looked across Chase to find Wilson draped over Chase’s other side, watching him.
"I’m not going to be able to walk."
House smiled at how hoarse Wilson’s voice was. "Maybe I don’t want you to leave the bed."
Wilson nuzzled Chase’s shoulder at the base of the neck. "Hmm. Okay."
House stroked Chase’s skin. "Okay?"
Wilson blinked at House. "Wha…?"
Chase murmured in his throat before managing to say, "It was great." Chase stared at the ceiling. "Greg?"
House drew a fingernail across his mark on Chase. "Yeah?"
"Was that a scene?"
House chuckled into Chase’s skin. "No. Even though your feet were still locked in their bindings. I consider that to have been fun, not a scene."
Chase feebly waved one hand around before dropping it to rest on House’s elbow. "I’m not going to survive this."
House grinned and slid his hand down Chase’s body to fondle his spent dick. "Really?"
Chase gasped and arched forward. "Ah! Oh, oh, no more."
House slid his hand further down and pressed his fingers into Chase’s scrotum, moving the balls to either side. Listening to Chase beg, House stretched his hand just enough to press a fingertip into Chase. He flicked his finger side to side before retracing his path clear back up to Chase’s collarbone.
After kissing the side of Chase’s face, right in the tear tracks, House rolled away. "You’ll survive. I’m going to get a washcloth."
Chase curled onto his side. "Sleep."
Wilson patted Chase’s hip. "Yeah. Later, much later, I'll make breakfast. Once I can move again."
House smiled to himself as he dug around in his bag for his pills before going to get a washcloth.
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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. Use of a toy and double penetration using said toy.
Beta: recrudescence
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(Part 9)
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Chase jerked awake suddenly. There’d been something he was supposed to do… It took a moment before Chase remembered he needed to find House and talk to him. He groaned as he turned his head. I’ve never felt this heavy before. He stared at Wilson sleeping with his face mostly buried in the pillow that House had covered with that shirt. Too slowly to suit himself, Chase got muscles to respond and finally sat up.
Fingering his leather-covered feet and the little locks at his ankles, Chase thought about just how many details of his former relationships he should share with House so early in this thing they had going between the three of them. Chase glanced over at Wilson and reached out to pull the blanket further up Wilson’s body.
After yawning so wide his jaw cracked, Chase hauled himself to his feet, pulled on the robe he’d had earlier, and wandered out of the bedroom in search of House. Silently reminding himself that House hadn’t told him he couldn’t wander around, Chase glanced at the staircase and then headed in the other direction. Down the hallway until he got to the door on the other side of the hall from the bathroom. The door was open a few inches, with soft light spilling out into the hallway.
Telling himself that House wouldn’t punish him for interrupting, but not really believing himself, Chase knocked on the doorframe.
"What?" House sounded tired, but not upset.
Encouraged, Chase gingerly pushed on the door to open it a few more inches. "Can I come in?"
There were paper-rustling sounds before House said, "Get in here."
Chase paused only long enough to close the door to the same position he’d found it in before hurrying over to House only to stop, uncertain as to what he should do. I can’t kneel, but I shouldn’t sit. Only... I’m above House and that’s not right either…
House reached out and gripped Chase’s nearer wrist. "Hey. Look at me, Robbie."
Chase snapped his eyes up from looking at House's hand on his skin to find House watching him closely. He felt calmer instantly. He knows what to do to make it better. Chase fought the urge to let go. No, no, he’s not going to be upset if I’m not submissive all the time. He said so and I know he meant it. I need talk to him, but I need to be certain it’s okay.
House gestured to a chair that was sitting against the wall. "Bring that chair over here and sit down by me."
Chase slipped his wrist from House’s grip and did as he was told. "I’m sorry I’m not good enough to kneel for you."
House cocked his head. "I didn’t say you weren’t good enough to kneel." House’s eyes narrowed. "You’re nervous, right?"
Chase made a face as he nodded.
"What do I do to try to make you or Jimmy less nervous?"
Chase blinked. "You touch us. Gentle touches that calm."
House pulled his rolling office chair closer to Chase. "And if you are kneeling and I’m sitting, how much of you can I touch? If you are sitting and I’m sitting how much of you can I reach?"
Chase’s mouth formed a silent ‘oh.’
House half-grinned and touched Chase’s face for a moment before pulling back. "After a while you’ll quit being so nervous and I’ll start letting you kneel. It has very little to do with your ability as a submissive and very much to do with building your trust with me." House leaned an elbow onto the paper-covered desk and propped his head onto his hand. "That wasn’t why you came in here, is it?"
Chase shook his head. "Um, I wanted to talk to you about…what we should be doing for you."
House’s eyebrows climbed his forehead. "Oh?"
Chase fingered the edge of the robe he wore. "You didn’t climax." Chase glanced up before lowering his eyes to where his fingers brushed across the robe. "You don’t react like…I’m used to. Not at all. I mean…you haven’t gotten mad when I screw up or freeze and you don’t demand our attention to be solely on your pleasure…I don’t…don’t understand. If I do what I’ve been trained to do, you stop me. I don’t know if that means you don’t want me to look after you or if you’ve just never had someone who cares. Or maybe it’s that I’m supposed to know what to do, but I don’t. I don’t know and I can’t go on not knowing."
House let Chase wind down before pulling him in so that he was resting half in House’s lap. Silently thanking Wilson for having an office chair with no arms, House wrapped himself tightly around Chase. "Okay, okay." House pressed a kiss to the back of Chase’s head. "I didn’t know you were having so much trouble, Robbie."
Chase shrugged with the shoulder not buried against House’s chest.
House huffed a breath into Chase’s hair just because he could. " I don't expect you to know what's in my mind or what my body is doing every moment." There was a long pause and Chase could feel House's heart beating faster than it should. "I have muscle spasms sometimes. Can’t pee or can’t climax. It comes and goes." House held Chase still as he started to try to sit up. "I know what is causing it, but I can’t cut down on the pills if I want to walk."
Chase worked one hand free enough to grasp House’s wrist.
"I’m my own person, Robbie. I’m never going to mind you doing something as long as I haven’t told you not to. You are an adult. As for freezing, I’d like you to really tell me why something bothers you instead of just assuring me you're okay. I can tell when you really aren't."
Chase nodded. "Okay."
"Doesn’t have to be right then, usually shouldn’t be unless you just can’t go on. I need to hear it, though, and I know you know that." House used his free hand to rub the hand Chase had wrapped around his other wrist. "I don’t like people fussing over me. I don’t expect you to do things for me unless you want to." House paused for a moment. "I want the freedom to touch. To skim my fingers or lips across every inch of your skin or Jimmy’s skin. To fuck you beyond your ability to stand it. I want to watch you break apart. I want the trust that requires."
Chase rolled his head away from House’s body and looked up at him.
"Things for you to know, hmm?" House gazed down into Chase’s eyes before pulling him up enough to kiss. Breaking away, House pushed Chase up and sat him on the edge of the desk with his legs on either side of House’s legs. Looking up, House parted the robe and spread his hand flat across Chase’s stomach. "You aren’t in the way unless I tell you to move for me. You come back into a room and resume the position you were in before you left, unless I tell you different. I'll warn you before you get in trouble for doing anything I really don't like."
Chase nodded and closed his eyes, giving House the freedom to talk without being watched.
"You’ve never gone this long without a painful scene, have you?"
Chase tensed. "I…"
House reached up and laid his fingertips on Chase's lips. "Hush. You go upstairs at all?"
Chase shook his head, not trusting his voice right then.
"Go explore. While you're there, put every smelly thing you can find in a drawer and remember which drawer you use."
Chase opened his eyes. "And when I’m done?"
House stroked Chase’s limp cock gently. "I’ll give you a reward tomorrow. You’ll have a small choice of implements I'll use on you." House gripped the belt of the robe and pulled Chase away from the desk. "Go, explore. I’m almost done here. We’ll go to bed with Jimmy and sleep when you come back down."
Chase closed the edges of the robe with a quick brush of his fingers across House’s arm he went.
House pursed his lips as he watched Chase disappear into the hallway. Then he looked back down at the papers spread out everywhere. At least the bills aren’t late since Wilson stuck everything on automatic payments. House picked up a letter he’d slid under the bills when Chase had knocked. This, on the other hand, is a problem.
House turned and stared at the wall like he could see through it to the man lying in the bedroom just beyond.
The letter was addressed to Mrs. Wilson, no first name, but the date let House know it was the last wife. House remembered that week. Wilson had been perfectly fine until about midweek when suddenly he had quit bringing lunch. It’d taken House days to get Wilson to start eating lunch of any sort. It’d been awful with no one to steal from or piss off. Nothing had bothered Wilson that week. House had resorted to stealing everything off of Wilson’s desk in a last-ditch attempt to get him out of his funk, but even that hadn’t worked.
House looked back down at the letter and reread it silently. A report of abortion all laid out in neat letter form. House had never liked Wilson’s wives, but he’d never actively despised one of them until now.
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Chase finished tucking in the clean sheet he’d put on the big bed in the large bedroom he’d found. Everything smelled. Chase had found lots of candles, which he’d dumped into an empty dresser drawer. The sheets he’d stripped off the big bed were out in the hall in a pile. With a final wrinkle smoothed out, Chase straightened up and looked around.
The surfaces were dusted. And later he’d bring up cider vinegar in open bowls to pull up any lingering smells. He had a pile of sheets and pillowcases needing to be washed. And he’d left the bathroom door open to try to allow the smell from the cherry candle he’d found in there dissipate some.
Chase took one more look at the bed with its upright scrolled posts. He twitched as he stopped himself from moving back towards it. Then he reminded himself that House had said he could explore. He stood at the foot of the bed and stretched his arms out to either side. The distance was just enough he couldn’t wrap his hands around the posts.
The thought of House binding him to the posts and then fucking him until he sagged in his bonds made Chase’s cock swell. With one last finger sweep down one of the posts, Chase went on down the hall and into the last bathroom that needed to be checked.
It was smaller, more the size of House’s bath in his apartment. Chase wiped down the dust from the mirror and stared at his reflection. He should know why you flinched at the water in the bottom of the tub. You can trust that he wouldn't hold your head under too long. Chase glanced over his shoulder at the empty tub behind him.
He could picture House making Wilson and him kneel in a spray warm water. They’d be facing so House could make them see what he did to them reflected in the other’s face. Another picture flashed through Chase’s mind of cradling House to his chest as they sat in the tub letting Wilson pleasure House as Chase held House so he wouldn’t slip.
Gripping the edge of the counter, Chase worked at settling his breathing. I should get this done so I can go back downstairs. Chase pressed the heel of his hand to the base of his dick, groaning softly as the pressure bit through his arousal. He went back to wiping down the mirror.
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House flipped off the light in the office and headed down the hall when the faint noises from upstairs started making trips across the floor towards the stairs. After the third one, House started wondering just how much smelly crap Wilson had been putting up with.
He leaned against the wall as he watched Chase pull a large bundle down the stairs behind him. House didn’t have to get close to smell the cloying rose scent coming off the bundle.
"Laundry is between the kitchen and the garage. Just throw those in the wash and run a rinse cycle on them. Actual washing can wait until morning. I’ll be waiting." House stepped into the bedroom where Wilson lay sleeping and closed the door. He gave it a ten count and then eased the door open just enough to see Chase disappearing into the living room.
Behind him, Wilson shifted on the bed. House threw back the covers and worked his way into the middle. I don’t want to be climbing the stairs constantly, but I’d really like to have a separate room for scenes. It’d help them both separate play from the rest. House watched in the soft light from the tiny nightlight plugged into the outlet beside the closet as Chase came into the room.
Chase quickly settled beside House, who pulled the covers over them.
House nearly started as Chase's damp skin pressed against his side. Must have washed up. He wasn’t wet when he was coming down the stairs. "All done?"
Chase wormed a hand across House to settle on Wilson’s side. "Done."
House pulled on Chase until part of his weight was on House’s chest. "Good. Sleep."
Chase sighed. "Okay."
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Wilson felt good. Calm. He didn’t want to wake up because he knew he’d lose the lovely nice feeling. He could smell something different. Not awful, but something... Wilson mumbled and tried to slide back towards sleep, but the sounds he'd been ignoring started to register, and he snapped awake.
Opening his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of Chase’s face inches from his, mouth open, little grunting noises puffing the stray strands of hair away from his mouth only to be pulled back again on the next breath. Wilson looked down the bed to see where House was steadily thrusting the dildo into and out of Chase. Wilson pushed himself up a little and watched as House pressed it deep into Chase before holding it still.
"Ugh." Chase blew a breath out and reached a hand out to Wilson, who clumsily caught it. He allowed Chase to squeeze hard as he tried to push towards House.
"Morning, Jimmy."
Wilson blinked and looked up at House. "Morning." He looked down at Chase on his back, legs splayed, the little locks at his ankles still swaying, and the key Wilson could barely remember lying against Chase’s nipple.
House let go of the calf nearer Wilson and replaced his hand with Wilson’s own. "Here, help hold him."
"Okay." Wilson did as he was told and watched as House resumed fucking Chase, the condom streched over the toy contrasting with the dildo's color.
Chase’s small grunts filled the air and Wilson forced himself to breathe through his nose so he wouldn’t add to the noise too soon. House suddenly stopped, leaving Chase panting, the hand gripping Wilson’s tightening.
House skimmed his fingers up the side of Chase’s cock. "I started fucking him before he was even awake, Jimmy. It’ll be you one morning. I’ll slip into your relaxed body and fuck you awake."
Wilson drew a sharp breath.
"Want to be fucked, Jimmy?" asked House.
Wilson kicked the covers back with his foot and ignored House as he smirked. He felt sore from before, but Wilson didn’t care; he wanted someone in him again. Without protest Wilson let House maneuver him to straddle Chase’s stomach, pushing Chase’s legs down and spreading them open on the bed. House worked his fingers into Wilson just long enough to spread lube. Then Wilson was moaning as House guided Chase’s slick cock into him.
"Lean forward over him, Jimmy. Rest against his chest, you won’t crush him."
Wilson was watching Chase pant and squirm when suddenly the noise of the vibrator stopped. In the new quiet he could hear the rustling of a towel and more noises as House slid the dildo out and then stripped off the condom. "Greg?"
House pressed a kiss to the skin between Wilson’s shoulder blades as he slid a fresh condom on the dildo. "Just hold still, Jimmy. This’ll feel good."
Wilson could feel House spreading more lube on him. Then the dildo started pressing into him. "Oh…uh, please."
House rubbed little circles on Wilson’s back with his free hand as he steadily slid more of the dildo into Wilson.
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It felt so good, fitting him so tightly within Wilson, as House finished the first thrust of the dildo. Then he flicked the vibrations back on. Chase arched so hard his shoulders came off the bed as above him Wilson groaned long and low as his hands gripped Chase’s sides painfully.
Chase thrust as much as he could up into Wilson, into the feel of the vibrations. Then House thumbed the spot on his balls where he had bitten him, and Chase arched forward enough to reach House’s hand. He gripped House's fingers hard in his own, forcing House to pinch. Not caring that his arm was getting hit every time Wilson came down, Chase kept his hand on House's.
Grunting, Chase gripped House’s hand as he watched House watching him and then House flipped the vibration up. Chase’s eyes slid closed and he listened to Wilson whimper. Listened to his own begging for more, for it to stop, for House to take him. He clenched his hand around House’s and the pain from his scrotum was the only sharp point of feeling as the vibrations slid along his shaft, retreating before flowing back to make Wilson beg as well.
He faintly heard House say something to Wilson and suddenly the thrusting sped up and Wilson came. Chase groaned with Wilson as House kept right on fucking them. Then House tore his hand away from Chase’s desperate grip and then House was pressing into him.
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Leaving the dildo on inside of Wilson as he slumped, twitching, over Chase, House pulled his hand out of Chase’s grasp and forced his own leg to hold him as he sank into Chase. House rested his chin on Wilson’s shoulder and watched the emotions flicker across Chase’s face. House rocked in small jabbing thrusts, pushing the dildo around with his thumb just enough to stimulate the others.
House watched as Chase’s tears slid down his cheeks. "So real." House whispered into Wilson’s skin before speeding up his thrusts. Chase’s head went back and House quickly pressed his thumb into the bruise on Chase’s collarbone. "Come for me, Robbie."
Chase’s eyes scrunched and House could feel Chase’s hand kneading the bite mark frantically as Chase thrust just as desperately up into Wilson. Then he froze, groaning through his release. House closely watched the shivers and shudders of the others as the vibrations over-stimulated them even as the dildo slid free of Wilson.
House pushed Chase’s hips a little higher and began thrusting faster. Chase opened his eyes halfway and stared up at House as they fucked. House focused on where Chase was still rocking slightly in and out of Wilson.
"Does it hurt, Jimmy?"
Wilson stirred and his hand came back to grasp House’s hip. "So good."
House grinned at the slurred words and pulled out, brutally jacking himself until he came across the others. Sliding to lie on his side, House panted as Chase gently pushed Wilson off to the side.
Turning his head towards House, Chase made a noise in his throat and tugged on House’s arm. House rolled more towards Chase, settling his screaming leg on top of Chase’s limp ones. He sighed and moved House’s hand until he was covering Chase’s mark at the collarbone.
House could swear he was listening to Chase purr-well, hum probably, but still. House looked across Chase to find Wilson draped over Chase’s other side, watching him.
"I’m not going to be able to walk."
House smiled at how hoarse Wilson’s voice was. "Maybe I don’t want you to leave the bed."
Wilson nuzzled Chase’s shoulder at the base of the neck. "Hmm. Okay."
House stroked Chase’s skin. "Okay?"
Wilson blinked at House. "Wha…?"
Chase murmured in his throat before managing to say, "It was great." Chase stared at the ceiling. "Greg?"
House drew a fingernail across his mark on Chase. "Yeah?"
"Was that a scene?"
House chuckled into Chase’s skin. "No. Even though your feet were still locked in their bindings. I consider that to have been fun, not a scene."
Chase feebly waved one hand around before dropping it to rest on House’s elbow. "I’m not going to survive this."
House grinned and slid his hand down Chase’s body to fondle his spent dick. "Really?"
Chase gasped and arched forward. "Ah! Oh, oh, no more."
House slid his hand further down and pressed his fingers into Chase’s scrotum, moving the balls to either side. Listening to Chase beg, House stretched his hand just enough to press a fingertip into Chase. He flicked his finger side to side before retracing his path clear back up to Chase’s collarbone.
After kissing the side of Chase’s face, right in the tear tracks, House rolled away. "You’ll survive. I’m going to get a washcloth."
Chase curled onto his side. "Sleep."
Wilson patted Chase’s hip. "Yeah. Later, much later, I'll make breakfast. Once I can move again."
House smiled to himself as he dug around in his bag for his pills before going to get a washcloth.
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