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Title: Switching Places Part 1
Characters: House/Wilson/Chase
Prompt: 7. Non-Con
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Blah, blah. If you haven't memorized this by now you haven't read enough fanfiction.
Author's Notes: My take on this is slightly sideways. Also, bondage, use of toys; injury to a character; talk of prior injury, abuse, and rape (not in that order, maybe).
This is the first in the 50kinkyways storyline. And knowing me I couldn't possible just manage smut or porn. *rolls eyes* Oh, and this isn't a Binding Forces 'verse fic. Also, if you complain to me about the kinks I'm going to point at the comm. this whole thing came from and laugh at you.
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House shoved Chase down on the couch none too gently. As Chase gazed up at him, House titled the other man’s head to one side and looked over the bruising again. “Wilson, tell me again why we’re not dragging him to the hospital?”
Chase squirmed away from House, shoving against House’s left leg with his foot an attempt to get better leverage. Wilson’s hand shot over the back of the couch and gripped Chase’s ankle firmly.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because any time you say that word he gets combative.”
Since Wilson was holding him relatively still, House slid sideways and checked Chase’s pupils again. Chase allowed that, passively blinking between each eye check.
“He wouldn’t wake up. His fucking pupils are finally migrating towards being the same size.”
Wilson soothed his hand up and down Chase’s leg when he felt the tension ease. “House, I know, but you saw what happened in the car…”
Chase yanked away from Wilson and curled in on himself. House dropped down beside him and pulled Chase half onto his lap.
“Evidently that’s a nasty word too.”
Wilson leaned on the arm of the couch. “Uh, yeah, guess so. You’ve any idea?”
House shook his head. “He’s never reacted like this to anything.”
Wilson stretched his arm to touch Chase’s back with his fingers. “Chase? Do you know where you are?”
Chase snorted. “Don’t care.”
House slid his hand across Chase’s shoulder and touched the nape of his neck. “Chase.”
“Your place. I’m not gone.”
Over Chase’s head the others exchanged a look. House propped one leg up against the coffeetable, shifting Chase just enough for Wilson to get a better view of the damage to the side of Chase’s face.
“What’s your problem?”
Wilson cocked his head as Chase pushed his head against House’s chest as though it could be rearranged to Chase’s liking. House glared down at Chase, but didn't stop him. That told Wilson just how worried House really…probably…was.
“Nothing.” Chase’s accent was thicker than House was used to hearing outside of extreme anger. Which he’d seen all of twice, maybe.
“Really? Somehow I don’t believe you.”
Chase pulled abruptly away and shrugged before going limp against the back of the couch. Waving one hand around vaguely, Chase winced as he started to talk. “You’ll just get upset. I’m too tired for it.” He closed his eyes.
House dug his thumb into the bruise on Chase’s jaw before Wilson could stop him. “Stay awake!” Chase yanked himself sideways, trying to escape House.
“What’s it matter anyway?”
Wilson couldn’t make up his mind who was more livid amongst the three of them. He turned Chase’s head towards himself, checking the pupil size almost absently as he spoke, “Robert, why are you being…” He didn’t want to say stupid considering Chase got called that by House too often at work, but he didn’t know what else to call it.
“Stupid. He’s just too girly to say it.”
Chase blinked at Wilson who saw something happen in Chase’s eyes. And suddenly Chase was scrambling off the couch for the door. Wilson fell to the floor and watched it unfold before him as House slammed into Chase taking them both to the ground.
Always wonder how the hell he can still move like that when he decides to. Wilson crawled over to them, checked Chase, who was uncurious again, and then House who was bitching loudly as he tried to untangle himself from Chase. Wilson concentrated on Chase since he knew helping House would just get his hands smacked for the effort. Once the complaining went down in volume Wilson turned to House.
“Something happened.”
House glared at him. “Duh.”
Wilson fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Besides that. His eyes changed just before…” Trailing off, Wilson looked down at Chase. “Huh.”
“What?” House looked up from doing his own check on Chase.
“You remember that patient that tried to bite everyone?” At House’s nod Wilson continued. “Chase mentioned something about bites being useful for identification in attack and rape cases.”
They both looked down at Chase still sprawled between them.
“You think? He doesn’t react quite right for that theory.”
“Possible, he did try to bite the shit out of me.”
House moved until he could push himself upright until he was standing. “Would have been funnier if you had been driving.”
Wilson watched House disappear into their bedroom as he pulled Chase back up onto the couch. House came back with a book in his hand. “House, you are not going to look at that.”
“It’s in the Rules.”
Wilson sighed and sat down next to House. They’d come up with the Rules to help define where the lines were that neither Wilson nor Chase could handle House crossing. The one House was talking about said House couldn’t read their journals unless it was life or death and an emergency and it wouldn’t be used to tease or torment later. In return they had to write in their journals. Chase’s journal usually resided in a drawer that House pretended didn’t exist. Wilson’s had a lock for which the key was in the freezer.
House flipped through the journal backwards, checking dates as he went, letting the words blur, although he’d swear to speed-reading if asked. Finding the date he wanted House focused on the wording. “Damn.”
Wilson turned form trying to make Chase comfortable. “What is it?”
“I ought to punish him for not telling me shit.”
“House.”
Passing the book to Wilson, House stood up and left the room. Silently reading Wilson glanced at Chase a time or two as he did. The matter of fact description laid out in Chase’s compact writing he seemed to only use for the journal made Wilson want to throw up. “Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
Wilson jumped and turned to see House coming back with clothing in one hand. “Why wouldn’t he tell us or even just you about this? It’s…”
Grimacing House began to strip Chase out of his shirt. “Remember when he made me promise I couldn’t kill anyone from his past? I had my fingers crossed.”
“She was playing.”
They both started at Chase’s slurred voice. House pulled the last sleeve off of Chase’s hand where it had caught.
“You weren’t.”
Chase blinked a couple of times and then shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”
Wilson could see House tighten his jaw and mentally counted until House spoke. A ten count, he’s going to play that awful Postal game until he’s killed enough things virtually that he won’t hunt down the idiot responsible for hurting Chase. I’ll have to make something he really likes for breakfast.
“Really? Did I say it didn’t matter?”
Staring straightforward, Chase spoke slowly his voice as flat as Wilson had ever heard it. “It didn’t matter then. I got hurt in a scene and she didn’t stop when I said to. She beat me. I healed so it doesn’t matter now either.”
Wilson’s eyebrows went up. This was the closest he’d seen Chase be to defiant when it wasn’t over a patient. House pulled on Chase’s arms until he obediently raised his arms and allowed House to jerk the clean shirt down into place.
“Doesn’t explain you trying to bite Wilson.”
Chase stood up when House pulled on his belt and passively allowed them to strip him and stepped into the sweatpants when directed to do so. “We weren’t in the normal place when it happened. She had to move me. She picked a couple of blokes I’d never seen.” Chase leaned on Wilson as House pulled the shirt down over the top of the sweats. “I don’t like playing about consent.”
House allowed Chase to burrow into him as Wilson stood at Chase’s back. “I know. They thought it was part of the scene.”
Wilson bit his lip. Chase laid his head back against Wilson’s shoulder. “They thought what she told them to.” Chase turned his face towards Wilson, hiding the discolored skin against Wilson’s shoulder. “Sleep?”
House pushed on them. “You’ll be waking up to be checked.”
“Whatever.”
Wilson almost smiled at the disgusted tone in Chase’s voice.
****
With Chase under the covers Wilson turned to House who was scowling. Running a hand down House’s arm, Wilson tapped his fingers’ against House’s clenched fist.
“What do you need?”
House grabbed Wilson’s hand and tightened his fingers until Wilson wanted to pull away. “I’m too angry.”
Wilson laid his forehead against the back of House’s tense shoulder. “You need it. We both know it would be better while he’s out.”
House turned his head to look at the lump under the covers on the other side of the bed. “I’ll hurt you if we do.”
Pulling on his hand, Wilson knew House needed this. “Then you’ll have to make me be quiet so Robert can sleep until his check.” He waited silently until House finally nodded. He pulled his hand from House’s now lax grip and went to get what House would need.
****
Sitting on the edge of the bed House listened to Chase’s breathing, the slight catch in the breath out noted with a corner of House’s mind as he watched Wilson come back into the room. Naked, his cock just starting to swell, Wilson stopped just out of House’s reach.
“Closer.”
Wilson stepped forward. Taking the steel cockring from the bedside table, House quickly slid the ring into place. The hiss of Wilson’s breath hit the top of his head as House slid his tongue across the cockhead. Pulling Wilson to sit next to him, House held out the steel collar making sure Wilson’s eyes were on it.
“You will not wake Robert. Understood, James?”
Wilson licked his lip. “Yes.” He lifted his chin and held still as House slid the collar into place, the snap of the clasp loud over their breathing. Moving the collar so the two attached rings sat where House wanted them this time, House touched the tip of a finger to Wilson’s neck.
“Hands.” Taking the left first House tighten the wrist cuff down tightly and snapped the cuff's ring to the ring on the collar. Repeating the moves for the other hand, House then pushed Wilson over onto his side. After several long moments of watching Wilson breath, House opened the squeaky drawer on the nightstand.
All three of them knew what was stored in the squeaky drawer, which was why House had made the drawer squeak in the first place. Drawing out several clips House straightened out Wilson’s right leg.
“House.”
Rubbing the front of Wilson’s right thigh, House didn’t look up. “Wilson.”
Wilson relaxed his leg. “Anything.”
Gently pinching up the skin House set the first clip and watched the skin change color as Wilson hissed. Setting three more clips in a line down the front of Wilson’s thigh, House rubbed the back of Wilson’s leg when he was done. “Look, James.”
“Uhhh.” Wilson forced his eyes open and looked down himself at the clips. “More.” He let his head fall back.
House ran his fingers up the back of Wilson’s leg around his hip to his cock. “When Robert is feeling better we could both do this to you.” House changed the tension on a clip and carefully clipped it to the skin on the side of Wilson’s dick down near the base. “Make a line up your shaft. Make your skin feel like it’s on fire.”
Wilson arched forward as the pain hit. Forcing himself to relax back, he touched the side of his face with his hand. Then House’s hand was there, between his hand and his skin.
“No, James, don’t make me put the mitts on you.”
Going very still Wilson didn’t make any noise as House placed a clip on the skin just above his cock. Then House was fingering the little web of skin between his thumb and index finger and Wilson wasn’t sure he didn’t want the mitts. The clip slid into place and Wilson went rigid until the pain faded into numbness.
“Good, James.” House petted Wilson’s chest and shoulder. Running his other hand near the clips on Wilson’s thigh, House relished the near flinch and tiny squirm he got. Pushing on Wilson’s leg House forced him to roll onto his back. Pulling the chains from the upper edge of the mattress, House opened the clasp on the leather thigh cuffs. Once Wilson’s left leg was bound, pulled up and out by the tightened length of chain, House turned to the right. Carefully setting the leather cuff between the clips and the knee, House slowly pulled the leg out and up where it needed to be.
Wilson gasped and craned his neck to watch House secure his leg. “Fuck.”
House slapped the back of the exposed thigh. “Quiet.”
Wilson bit his lip and watched House slick himself. Relaxing Wilson felt House thrust two fingers into him. Grunting Wilson closed his eyes. Then he cried out as House clipped the other hand just like the first. His mouth was covered and it took Wilson a moment to realize it was House kissing him.
House pulled his fingers free and wiped them on the towel Wilson had replaced that morning. Sinking into Wilson, House pinched the clip on the side of Wilson’s cock. Eyes flying open, Wilson gasped.
“Not…nice.” Wilson arched as House repeated the pinching on one of the thigh clips. House set a brutal rhythm, thrusting steadily as he randomly pinched different clips.
“Don’t care.”
Turning his head, Wilson tried to look past his hand at Chase curled under the covers, unaware. “Harder.”
Buried deep in Wilson, House stopped moving. “I can set more clips.”
Wilson withered. “House…”
Clamping his hand over Wilson’s mouth, House shook his head. “I told you to be quiet, James.”
Eyes wide, Wilson opened his mouth under the hand, but he didn’t make a sound. Breathing heavily through his nose Wilson blinked up at House. The hand moved and Wilson drifted as the cock inside him didn’t move much. Then House was pressing something into his mouth and Wilson focused again.
“Take it, James.” House slid the life-like dildo into Wilson’s mouth. As soon as it was in place House pressed a tiny jingle ball into Wilson’s hand, curling the limp fingers around the ball. “James, hold this. Remember what you’re supposed to do.”
Wilson forced his fingers to hold the tiny ball; vaguely remembering if he dropped it House would stop until he figured out what was wrong. They didn’t need to use it very often. Usually only when House was worried he was too caught up and might miss something. Then the movement started again and Wilson tried to rock into it.
House gazed down at Wilson's heavy lidded eyes and slowed his movements to help keep his balance as he slid a clip onto Wilson’s nipple. Watching as he arched and moaned around the dildo, House clipped the other nipple at the peak of the arch and thrust harder as Wilson twisted beneath him. Rubbing the skin near the clips on Wilson’s right thigh, House sped up.
He turned his head enough to look at Chase and slammed into Wilson even harder. Hands slipping he tightened his hold on Wilson’s sweaty skin with one hand and used the other to stroke Wilson’s cock.
“When Robert helps me do this to you we’ll pinch the skin on the backs of your arms too.” House watched the mentioned skin tighten and he took the dildo and moved it so it pressed up against the roof of Wilson’s mouth. Sliding his hand back down Wilson’s chest, he squeezed each nipple clip in turn, before taking Wilson’s shaft back into his hand.
Slamming hard into Wilson’s pliant body House played with the clip at the base of Wilson’s cock until House started thrusting short and ragged. Stiffening he came inside Wilson and began sliding his hand up and down, twisting on the up strokes. Beneath him Wilson shuddered and whimpered quietly.
House slid his left leg down to touch the floor for balance and weight, then he used his left hand to slid the dildo partly out and then back into Wilson’s mouth. “Need this, don’t you?”
Wilson groaned and relaxed his throat. House wasn’t expecting the move and had to lock up his arm muscles to keep from sinking the dildo in too far. Leaning in carefully, House pressed a kiss to the side of Wilson’s right knee. “Come for me.”
Bucking hard, Wilson came. House thrust idly as he massaged Wilson’s dick, watching as the semen spread across his hand and Wilson’s lower abdomen.
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Wilson felt hallow, limp, and tried. He cracked an eye open as the bed dipped. “Hmmm.”
“Was that a question or a statement?”
Squinting up at House with his one open eye, Wilson stuck out his tongue.
The corner of House’s mouth quirked up. “Nice.” He slid a hand down Wilson’s side, now clad in a shirt and sweats that Wilson barely remembered House coaxing him into.
Wilson rolled his head to the side and looked at the pile of hair sticking out form under the covers next to his shoulder. House pressed him over onto his side, forcing him up against Chase.
“Yeah. I’ll check him in a little while. Sleep now, you get the midnight to four shift.”
Wilson yawned and closed his eye. House would call an ambulance if he really had too. Morning was early enough to ask about the kissing during the scene.
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House waited until Wilson’s breathing evened out before poking Chase hard in the side. “Wakey, wakey.”
The mumble he got sounded a lot like Chase telling him to go fuck himself so House poked harder.
“What?” Chase pulled the cover down just enough to glare at House over the edge of it.
“Eyes.”
Chase turned slightly and looked down at Wilson between them. Then he let House check his eyes. “You two okay?”
House released Chase’s chin. “He’s fine.”
Sitting up, Chase pushed the cover further down. “What about you?”
“You didn’t tell me.”
Chase rubbed lightly at the outside edge of the bruising. “I didn’t need you bashing people’s heads.”
“I don’t mean the fight tonight.”
“I don’t mean that either.” Chase brushed hair off of Wilson’s slack face. “Have I ever allowed anything to screw up a scene?”
House frowned and grabbed Chase’s shoulder and squeezed. “The scene doesn’t fucking matter.”
Chase went limp until House quit holding him too tight and then he caressed the inside of House’s wrist. “It’s okay.”
House huffed. “It will be.” Letting Chase snuggle back down with Wilson, House began plotting as he worked his way to the edge of the bed to go watch TV.
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Switching Places Part 2 39. Collars
Characters: House/Wilson/Chase
Prompt: 7. Non-Con
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Blah, blah. If you haven't memorized this by now you haven't read enough fanfiction.
Author's Notes: My take on this is slightly sideways. Also, bondage, use of toys; injury to a character; talk of prior injury, abuse, and rape (not in that order, maybe).
This is the first in the 50kinkyways storyline. And knowing me I couldn't possible just manage smut or porn. *rolls eyes* Oh, and this isn't a Binding Forces 'verse fic. Also, if you complain to me about the kinks I'm going to point at the comm. this whole thing came from and laugh at you.
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House shoved Chase down on the couch none too gently. As Chase gazed up at him, House titled the other man’s head to one side and looked over the bruising again. “Wilson, tell me again why we’re not dragging him to the hospital?”
Chase squirmed away from House, shoving against House’s left leg with his foot an attempt to get better leverage. Wilson’s hand shot over the back of the couch and gripped Chase’s ankle firmly.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s because any time you say that word he gets combative.”
Since Wilson was holding him relatively still, House slid sideways and checked Chase’s pupils again. Chase allowed that, passively blinking between each eye check.
“He wouldn’t wake up. His fucking pupils are finally migrating towards being the same size.”
Wilson soothed his hand up and down Chase’s leg when he felt the tension ease. “House, I know, but you saw what happened in the car…”
Chase yanked away from Wilson and curled in on himself. House dropped down beside him and pulled Chase half onto his lap.
“Evidently that’s a nasty word too.”
Wilson leaned on the arm of the couch. “Uh, yeah, guess so. You’ve any idea?”
House shook his head. “He’s never reacted like this to anything.”
Wilson stretched his arm to touch Chase’s back with his fingers. “Chase? Do you know where you are?”
Chase snorted. “Don’t care.”
House slid his hand across Chase’s shoulder and touched the nape of his neck. “Chase.”
“Your place. I’m not gone.”
Over Chase’s head the others exchanged a look. House propped one leg up against the coffeetable, shifting Chase just enough for Wilson to get a better view of the damage to the side of Chase’s face.
“What’s your problem?”
Wilson cocked his head as Chase pushed his head against House’s chest as though it could be rearranged to Chase’s liking. House glared down at Chase, but didn't stop him. That told Wilson just how worried House really…probably…was.
“Nothing.” Chase’s accent was thicker than House was used to hearing outside of extreme anger. Which he’d seen all of twice, maybe.
“Really? Somehow I don’t believe you.”
Chase pulled abruptly away and shrugged before going limp against the back of the couch. Waving one hand around vaguely, Chase winced as he started to talk. “You’ll just get upset. I’m too tired for it.” He closed his eyes.
House dug his thumb into the bruise on Chase’s jaw before Wilson could stop him. “Stay awake!” Chase yanked himself sideways, trying to escape House.
“What’s it matter anyway?”
Wilson couldn’t make up his mind who was more livid amongst the three of them. He turned Chase’s head towards himself, checking the pupil size almost absently as he spoke, “Robert, why are you being…” He didn’t want to say stupid considering Chase got called that by House too often at work, but he didn’t know what else to call it.
“Stupid. He’s just too girly to say it.”
Chase blinked at Wilson who saw something happen in Chase’s eyes. And suddenly Chase was scrambling off the couch for the door. Wilson fell to the floor and watched it unfold before him as House slammed into Chase taking them both to the ground.
Always wonder how the hell he can still move like that when he decides to. Wilson crawled over to them, checked Chase, who was uncurious again, and then House who was bitching loudly as he tried to untangle himself from Chase. Wilson concentrated on Chase since he knew helping House would just get his hands smacked for the effort. Once the complaining went down in volume Wilson turned to House.
“Something happened.”
House glared at him. “Duh.”
Wilson fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Besides that. His eyes changed just before…” Trailing off, Wilson looked down at Chase. “Huh.”
“What?” House looked up from doing his own check on Chase.
“You remember that patient that tried to bite everyone?” At House’s nod Wilson continued. “Chase mentioned something about bites being useful for identification in attack and rape cases.”
They both looked down at Chase still sprawled between them.
“You think? He doesn’t react quite right for that theory.”
“Possible, he did try to bite the shit out of me.”
House moved until he could push himself upright until he was standing. “Would have been funnier if you had been driving.”
Wilson watched House disappear into their bedroom as he pulled Chase back up onto the couch. House came back with a book in his hand. “House, you are not going to look at that.”
“It’s in the Rules.”
Wilson sighed and sat down next to House. They’d come up with the Rules to help define where the lines were that neither Wilson nor Chase could handle House crossing. The one House was talking about said House couldn’t read their journals unless it was life or death and an emergency and it wouldn’t be used to tease or torment later. In return they had to write in their journals. Chase’s journal usually resided in a drawer that House pretended didn’t exist. Wilson’s had a lock for which the key was in the freezer.
House flipped through the journal backwards, checking dates as he went, letting the words blur, although he’d swear to speed-reading if asked. Finding the date he wanted House focused on the wording. “Damn.”
Wilson turned form trying to make Chase comfortable. “What is it?”
“I ought to punish him for not telling me shit.”
“House.”
Passing the book to Wilson, House stood up and left the room. Silently reading Wilson glanced at Chase a time or two as he did. The matter of fact description laid out in Chase’s compact writing he seemed to only use for the journal made Wilson want to throw up. “Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
Wilson jumped and turned to see House coming back with clothing in one hand. “Why wouldn’t he tell us or even just you about this? It’s…”
Grimacing House began to strip Chase out of his shirt. “Remember when he made me promise I couldn’t kill anyone from his past? I had my fingers crossed.”
“She was playing.”
They both started at Chase’s slurred voice. House pulled the last sleeve off of Chase’s hand where it had caught.
“You weren’t.”
Chase blinked a couple of times and then shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”
Wilson could see House tighten his jaw and mentally counted until House spoke. A ten count, he’s going to play that awful Postal game until he’s killed enough things virtually that he won’t hunt down the idiot responsible for hurting Chase. I’ll have to make something he really likes for breakfast.
“Really? Did I say it didn’t matter?”
Staring straightforward, Chase spoke slowly his voice as flat as Wilson had ever heard it. “It didn’t matter then. I got hurt in a scene and she didn’t stop when I said to. She beat me. I healed so it doesn’t matter now either.”
Wilson’s eyebrows went up. This was the closest he’d seen Chase be to defiant when it wasn’t over a patient. House pulled on Chase’s arms until he obediently raised his arms and allowed House to jerk the clean shirt down into place.
“Doesn’t explain you trying to bite Wilson.”
Chase stood up when House pulled on his belt and passively allowed them to strip him and stepped into the sweatpants when directed to do so. “We weren’t in the normal place when it happened. She had to move me. She picked a couple of blokes I’d never seen.” Chase leaned on Wilson as House pulled the shirt down over the top of the sweats. “I don’t like playing about consent.”
House allowed Chase to burrow into him as Wilson stood at Chase’s back. “I know. They thought it was part of the scene.”
Wilson bit his lip. Chase laid his head back against Wilson’s shoulder. “They thought what she told them to.” Chase turned his face towards Wilson, hiding the discolored skin against Wilson’s shoulder. “Sleep?”
House pushed on them. “You’ll be waking up to be checked.”
“Whatever.”
Wilson almost smiled at the disgusted tone in Chase’s voice.
****
With Chase under the covers Wilson turned to House who was scowling. Running a hand down House’s arm, Wilson tapped his fingers’ against House’s clenched fist.
“What do you need?”
House grabbed Wilson’s hand and tightened his fingers until Wilson wanted to pull away. “I’m too angry.”
Wilson laid his forehead against the back of House’s tense shoulder. “You need it. We both know it would be better while he’s out.”
House turned his head to look at the lump under the covers on the other side of the bed. “I’ll hurt you if we do.”
Pulling on his hand, Wilson knew House needed this. “Then you’ll have to make me be quiet so Robert can sleep until his check.” He waited silently until House finally nodded. He pulled his hand from House’s now lax grip and went to get what House would need.
****
Sitting on the edge of the bed House listened to Chase’s breathing, the slight catch in the breath out noted with a corner of House’s mind as he watched Wilson come back into the room. Naked, his cock just starting to swell, Wilson stopped just out of House’s reach.
“Closer.”
Wilson stepped forward. Taking the steel cockring from the bedside table, House quickly slid the ring into place. The hiss of Wilson’s breath hit the top of his head as House slid his tongue across the cockhead. Pulling Wilson to sit next to him, House held out the steel collar making sure Wilson’s eyes were on it.
“You will not wake Robert. Understood, James?”
Wilson licked his lip. “Yes.” He lifted his chin and held still as House slid the collar into place, the snap of the clasp loud over their breathing. Moving the collar so the two attached rings sat where House wanted them this time, House touched the tip of a finger to Wilson’s neck.
“Hands.” Taking the left first House tighten the wrist cuff down tightly and snapped the cuff's ring to the ring on the collar. Repeating the moves for the other hand, House then pushed Wilson over onto his side. After several long moments of watching Wilson breath, House opened the squeaky drawer on the nightstand.
All three of them knew what was stored in the squeaky drawer, which was why House had made the drawer squeak in the first place. Drawing out several clips House straightened out Wilson’s right leg.
“House.”
Rubbing the front of Wilson’s right thigh, House didn’t look up. “Wilson.”
Wilson relaxed his leg. “Anything.”
Gently pinching up the skin House set the first clip and watched the skin change color as Wilson hissed. Setting three more clips in a line down the front of Wilson’s thigh, House rubbed the back of Wilson’s leg when he was done. “Look, James.”
“Uhhh.” Wilson forced his eyes open and looked down himself at the clips. “More.” He let his head fall back.
House ran his fingers up the back of Wilson’s leg around his hip to his cock. “When Robert is feeling better we could both do this to you.” House changed the tension on a clip and carefully clipped it to the skin on the side of Wilson’s dick down near the base. “Make a line up your shaft. Make your skin feel like it’s on fire.”
Wilson arched forward as the pain hit. Forcing himself to relax back, he touched the side of his face with his hand. Then House’s hand was there, between his hand and his skin.
“No, James, don’t make me put the mitts on you.”
Going very still Wilson didn’t make any noise as House placed a clip on the skin just above his cock. Then House was fingering the little web of skin between his thumb and index finger and Wilson wasn’t sure he didn’t want the mitts. The clip slid into place and Wilson went rigid until the pain faded into numbness.
“Good, James.” House petted Wilson’s chest and shoulder. Running his other hand near the clips on Wilson’s thigh, House relished the near flinch and tiny squirm he got. Pushing on Wilson’s leg House forced him to roll onto his back. Pulling the chains from the upper edge of the mattress, House opened the clasp on the leather thigh cuffs. Once Wilson’s left leg was bound, pulled up and out by the tightened length of chain, House turned to the right. Carefully setting the leather cuff between the clips and the knee, House slowly pulled the leg out and up where it needed to be.
Wilson gasped and craned his neck to watch House secure his leg. “Fuck.”
House slapped the back of the exposed thigh. “Quiet.”
Wilson bit his lip and watched House slick himself. Relaxing Wilson felt House thrust two fingers into him. Grunting Wilson closed his eyes. Then he cried out as House clipped the other hand just like the first. His mouth was covered and it took Wilson a moment to realize it was House kissing him.
House pulled his fingers free and wiped them on the towel Wilson had replaced that morning. Sinking into Wilson, House pinched the clip on the side of Wilson’s cock. Eyes flying open, Wilson gasped.
“Not…nice.” Wilson arched as House repeated the pinching on one of the thigh clips. House set a brutal rhythm, thrusting steadily as he randomly pinched different clips.
“Don’t care.”
Turning his head, Wilson tried to look past his hand at Chase curled under the covers, unaware. “Harder.”
Buried deep in Wilson, House stopped moving. “I can set more clips.”
Wilson withered. “House…”
Clamping his hand over Wilson’s mouth, House shook his head. “I told you to be quiet, James.”
Eyes wide, Wilson opened his mouth under the hand, but he didn’t make a sound. Breathing heavily through his nose Wilson blinked up at House. The hand moved and Wilson drifted as the cock inside him didn’t move much. Then House was pressing something into his mouth and Wilson focused again.
“Take it, James.” House slid the life-like dildo into Wilson’s mouth. As soon as it was in place House pressed a tiny jingle ball into Wilson’s hand, curling the limp fingers around the ball. “James, hold this. Remember what you’re supposed to do.”
Wilson forced his fingers to hold the tiny ball; vaguely remembering if he dropped it House would stop until he figured out what was wrong. They didn’t need to use it very often. Usually only when House was worried he was too caught up and might miss something. Then the movement started again and Wilson tried to rock into it.
House gazed down at Wilson's heavy lidded eyes and slowed his movements to help keep his balance as he slid a clip onto Wilson’s nipple. Watching as he arched and moaned around the dildo, House clipped the other nipple at the peak of the arch and thrust harder as Wilson twisted beneath him. Rubbing the skin near the clips on Wilson’s right thigh, House sped up.
He turned his head enough to look at Chase and slammed into Wilson even harder. Hands slipping he tightened his hold on Wilson’s sweaty skin with one hand and used the other to stroke Wilson’s cock.
“When Robert helps me do this to you we’ll pinch the skin on the backs of your arms too.” House watched the mentioned skin tighten and he took the dildo and moved it so it pressed up against the roof of Wilson’s mouth. Sliding his hand back down Wilson’s chest, he squeezed each nipple clip in turn, before taking Wilson’s shaft back into his hand.
Slamming hard into Wilson’s pliant body House played with the clip at the base of Wilson’s cock until House started thrusting short and ragged. Stiffening he came inside Wilson and began sliding his hand up and down, twisting on the up strokes. Beneath him Wilson shuddered and whimpered quietly.
House slid his left leg down to touch the floor for balance and weight, then he used his left hand to slid the dildo partly out and then back into Wilson’s mouth. “Need this, don’t you?”
Wilson groaned and relaxed his throat. House wasn’t expecting the move and had to lock up his arm muscles to keep from sinking the dildo in too far. Leaning in carefully, House pressed a kiss to the side of Wilson’s right knee. “Come for me.”
Bucking hard, Wilson came. House thrust idly as he massaged Wilson’s dick, watching as the semen spread across his hand and Wilson’s lower abdomen.
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Wilson felt hallow, limp, and tried. He cracked an eye open as the bed dipped. “Hmmm.”
“Was that a question or a statement?”
Squinting up at House with his one open eye, Wilson stuck out his tongue.
The corner of House’s mouth quirked up. “Nice.” He slid a hand down Wilson’s side, now clad in a shirt and sweats that Wilson barely remembered House coaxing him into.
Wilson rolled his head to the side and looked at the pile of hair sticking out form under the covers next to his shoulder. House pressed him over onto his side, forcing him up against Chase.
“Yeah. I’ll check him in a little while. Sleep now, you get the midnight to four shift.”
Wilson yawned and closed his eye. House would call an ambulance if he really had too. Morning was early enough to ask about the kissing during the scene.
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House waited until Wilson’s breathing evened out before poking Chase hard in the side. “Wakey, wakey.”
The mumble he got sounded a lot like Chase telling him to go fuck himself so House poked harder.
“What?” Chase pulled the cover down just enough to glare at House over the edge of it.
“Eyes.”
Chase turned slightly and looked down at Wilson between them. Then he let House check his eyes. “You two okay?”
House released Chase’s chin. “He’s fine.”
Sitting up, Chase pushed the cover further down. “What about you?”
“You didn’t tell me.”
Chase rubbed lightly at the outside edge of the bruising. “I didn’t need you bashing people’s heads.”
“I don’t mean the fight tonight.”
“I don’t mean that either.” Chase brushed hair off of Wilson’s slack face. “Have I ever allowed anything to screw up a scene?”
House frowned and grabbed Chase’s shoulder and squeezed. “The scene doesn’t fucking matter.”
Chase went limp until House quit holding him too tight and then he caressed the inside of House’s wrist. “It’s okay.”
House huffed. “It will be.” Letting Chase snuggle back down with Wilson, House began plotting as he worked his way to the edge of the bed to go watch TV.
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Switching Places Part 2 39. Collars