Picture Puzzles Part 22
Title: Picture Puzzles Part 22/26
Rating: NC-17
Grouping: House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Summary: House worried can be both good and bad. In this part: porn.
Warnings: Mention of abuse in the past to more than one character (as if you hadn't already figured that out). There is one kink in this part: fisting.
Beta: recrudescence
(Part 21)
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House held himself still where he rested half on top of Chase, who was snoring lightly, mouth open partway, face more relaxed than House had ever seen outside of post-orgasmic bliss. On the other side of Chase, Wilson had moved during the night until he was curled into Chase's side, arm flung across to grip House's forearm. House wondered idly if Wilson was going to still be freaking out when he woke up.
Wilson's hand twitched, and then Wilson shifted slightly, his eyes blinking open. He yawned before focusing on House watching him. "Mmm."
House grinned. "Better?"
Wilson blinked. "You're a pod person, aren't you?"
House's eyebrows went up. "What?"
Wilson ran his fingertips over House's forearm. "You didn't yell at them."
"No." House slid his hand down Wilson's front and into the waistband of the sweats he'd wrangled Wilson into the night before. "Yelling wouldn't stop them. They'd just steal my plate while I wasn't looking and yell across the restaurant to ask me what I want. If I wouldn't tell them, they'd bring me a spoonful of everything. And they'd expect me to eat everything they brought me. Thank God I haven't dealt with them until now."
"Oh." Wilson blinked. "How is it possible that there are people more stubborn than you?" Wilson bucked his hips as House brushed his fingertips across the head of Wilson's dick.
House pulled his hand out of Wilson's sweats. "Just as stubborn, not more stubborn."
Wilson wiggled closer to them and grabbed House's hand as it retreated. "Whatever." Wilson used his hold on House to rub their tangled hands across Chase's bare stomach. "Are we taking him this morning?"
House pressed a kiss to the side of Chase's head as he jerked awake, snorting as his breathing abruptly changed. "I thought maybe this morning Robbie and I would make love to you." He smirked as the others both gasped and then went very still.
Chase finally cleared his throat. "Really?"
House untangled his hand from Wilson's and fitted his fingers into the hollows of Chase's ribs. "Yes. With Wilson on his back so I can see your marks on him, Robbie."
Wilson made an offended-sounding noise even as he rolled away from them to pull off his sweats. When he turned back, his half-hard cock in his hand, Chase reached tentatively towards the spot-covered skin.
"He's yours, Robbie." House pushed on Chase's arm to get his hand in contact with Wilson's skin. House rubbed the underside of Chase's arm as he gently rolled Wilson's skin between his fingers.
"He's ours." Chase took Wilson's swelling shaft in his hand.
Wilson watched House smile and kiss Chase's neck just below his ear through half-closed eyes.
"Want him, Robbie?" House slipped his hand between Chase's thighs and rubbed the fading Sharpie marks on the inside of Chase's thigh. "Want to take him hard and fast or ride his dick slowly until he breaks beneath you?"
Chase leaned back, shoulders digging into the edge of his pillow as he slid his hand along Wilson's length. "Both."
House watched Wilson blink. "Get him ready, Robbie." House rolled away and leaving the other two frowning after him as he left the bedroom.
Chase helped Wilson lie down and spread himself out, just as Wilson had done before for him. Chase wetted a finger and traced the main vein up Wilson's cock, causing Wilson to gasp. "Mine."
Wilson smiled at the awe in Chase's voice. "Always. House is yours too, Robert."
Chase ran his hand up across Wilson's stomach and out to the side to trace his ribs. "Mmm."
House settled on the side of the bed and handed Chase a mirror.
Chase glanced at House's still-clothed legs and then at the mirror. "What's this?"
Tapping the edge of the mirror, House wiggled his eyebrows. "Guess."
Chase rolled his eyes and set the mirror on the bedside table. "Why...hmm...."
House pushed Chase's shoulder towards Wilson. "Slick him up, Robbie."
Wilson gripped the sheets as Chase carefully spread lube across him. He watched past Chase's shoulder as House skimmed out of his clothes and then turned to watch Chase. Wilson focused on Chase as he kneeled above him. "Let Greg help."
Chase turned his head and bit his lip when he saw House already reaching for him with slick fingers. "I..." Chase gripped House's wrist with his left hand. "Greg."
House looked at him. "What's wrong, Robbie?"
Chase shook his head and tugged House forward into a kiss. When Chase pulled back, he tightened his hold on House. "I don't want anything between us."
Wilson stared at House as he frowned. House pulled loose from Chase's hold and sat back.
"What do you want, James?" House didn't look at Wilson as he asked; he kept his eyes on Chase's.
"I'm not going anywhere. It's fine with me."
House shifted his eyes to Wilson and looked at him for several long moments. "Not going to stray."
Wilson could hear it for the statement it was, not the question he'd expected it to be. "I'm staying right here. Between you both. Where I feel at home."
House blinked and then he smiled. Wilson shivered. That was House's feral smile. That was the one that usually made Wilson very nervous. House grabbed the back of Chase's head with one hand, pulling him in for a fierce kiss as he pressed one of his lubed fingers roughly into Chase.
Moaning into the kiss, Chase shoved down onto House's finger. Panting for breath as House nipped and licked his way down Chase's throat, Chase lifted himself up and dropped back down onto House's finger. "More, now."
House smiled against Chase's skin and added another finger. Wilson slowly stroked himself as he watched House thrusting his fingers into Chase. House pulled his fingers free and helped guide Chase down onto Wilson.
Chase threw his head back, panting as Wilson gripped his hips, holding him down. "Ohhh, fuck."
House fondled Chase's cock before reaching across them to the mirror on the nightstand. "Have to move to be fucking, Robbie."
Chase closed his eyes, brought his head forward, opened his eyes to look right at Wilson, and began rocking up and letting Wilson pull him back down hard. "We...are moving...W...what is...that for?"
Wilson tore his eyes from Chase's to watch as House held the mirror at an angle against Wilson's ribs. He could see it, feel it, as Chase realized he could watch Wilson's dick disappearing into him. Jerking his hips faster as Chase slammed down onto him, Wilson gasped, "What happened...to...slow?"
House wrapped his free hand overtop of Wilson's on Chase's hip and held Chase down. "He's right, Robbie. Slowly. Slide up, look at your marks on him as they appear." House nuzzled Chase's shoulder while Chase moaned. "Then let him fill you up. Slowly, feeling him slip into you a little more each thrust."
Wilson made a strangled noise as Chase clamped his muscles. "Ah!" Wilson brought his hand that wasn't trapped under House's to Chase's groin. Cupping Chase's balls, Wilson firmly rolled them under his thumb. Above him, Chase arched and ground down hard on his cock. "That's good."
They fucked for long minutes, the grunts coming faster as they began to speed up. House eventually set the mirror down and pinned Chase down on top of Wilson.
"I want to see you fuck James, love."
Chase shuddered at House's words as Wilson rolled his hips. House helped Chase pull off and let him slick himself up as House spread Wilson's legs. Wilson held himself open, watching his spot-covered dick rub futilely across his stomach.
Then Chase was easing into Wilson. House fingered Chase's hole as he watched them slowly settle against each other.
"Good, Jimmy. Open yourself for Robbie. Let him take you."
Chase pulled back and then, with short jabbing thrusts, he buried himself in Wilson's body again. Chase nosed Wilson's collarbone. "Love you." Turning his head just enough to see House with one eye, he pulled back and slammed forward to hold still again. "Both of you."
House slid two fingers into Chase as he kissed Chase's spine. "Quit teasing him, Robbie. Fuck him."
Chase pressed back onto House's fingers and then forward into Wilson, gasping at the feel as House added another finger. "More...oh, please."
Under them, Wilson gripped the edge of the mattress with one hand as he reached up with the other to finger Chase's navel, using the underside of his forearm to rub across his own shaft. Chase relentlessly slammed into Wilson as House fingerfucked him. Their grunts and the sounds of skin slapping skin filled the air. Wilson arched and grabbed Chase's wrist where he had a hold of Wilson's shoulder.
"P...please...jerk...me..."
Chase slid his hand down Wilson's chest, stopping long enough to twist Wilson's nipple, causing him to arch and hiss, before taking Wilson's cock in hand and thumbing the leaking slit.
"Oh...come on..." Wilson curled up, reaching for Chase's hand on him when House suddenly grabbed his hand.
"Let him tease you, Jimmy. You have to tell him before we'll let you come."
Wilson blinked and gripped the mattress tighter as he tried to think what to tell them. Chase leaned down and nipped at his lips. "Ah. Oh, oh...loved...like Robert."
House let his hand go and palmed the head of Wilson's dick as Chase began to jack his hand up and down the shaft. "Yes, Jimmy...just like Robbie."
Wilson rocked between Chase thrusting into him and both hands on his cock until he arched up hard and came with a drawn-out groan. Flopping back down on the bed, he watched with half-closed eyes as Chase spasmed above him before resting against his chest. Over Chase's shoulder, Wilson could see House still fingerfucking him.
"Oh...p...please..." Chase mumbled into Wilson's chest as House steadily thrust four fingers in and out.
Wilson could feel the rocking movement in himself as Chase's dick began to harden again. Then House slowed down. Chase drew a deep breath and then yelped and gripped Wilson's upper arms painfully tight. Just as suddenly, Chase went limp against him and Wilson could feel it as Chase's hard cock rocked slightly in and out of him.
"Robbie."
Wilson snapped his eyes up from watching the back of Chase's head to see the totally open expression on House's face. Blinking, Wilson rubbed one hand absently along Chase's side.
"More." Chase's voice was hoarse and tight.
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House stared at his wrist where his right hand disappeared into Chase. Oh, God, my whole hand. What was I thinking? House noted with a part of his mind that Chase's shaft was rock-hard and still inside Wilson. Then Chase spoke and House eased his hand forward ever so slightly.
"Uhhh." Chase turned his head and bit down on Wilson's clavicle.
Wilson reached down and gently pulled Chase's ass cheeks apart.
"Stop, Jimmy. Just...right there." House could see the tremor race across Chase's skin as Wilson held him more open to House's gaze. Gently House curled his fingers inside Chase, slowly, so slowly, until he had made a fist, with his thumb tucked inside his fingers.
"Please." Chase's hand flexed on Wilson's upper arm and his voice was muffled against Wilson's skin.
House pulled back until he could see Chase's skin begin to stretch and suddenly Chase was moving. Grunting and shivering, Chase rocked himself back and forth, the small movements pressing House's hand against his prostate until Chase froze. House turned his hand to one side and then back as Chase screamed into Wilson's skin, shuddering nonstop for the longest time.
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Wilson gently rolled Chase's head to one side. He was staring blankly, heaving for breath.
"Shit." House used his other hand to help press his thumb into his palm to pull out of Chase.
"He okay?" Wilson petted Chase's hair soothingly.
"What? Oh, yeah. Fine." House's voice was shaky and Wilson wasn't sure if it was from what they'd just done, or from rising panic.
Wilson helped House gently roll Chase onto his side, hardly noticing as Chase pulled free of his body. Wilson straightened his legs and then ignored the small muscle twinges that caused as he arranged Chase's limp form into a comfortable position. He looked up to find House petting Chase's ankle with his left hand. "You okay?"
House blinked, but didn't stop his hand. "Uh? Yeah, Jimmy, I'm fine." House brought his other hand up to touch the outside of Chase's thigh. "Get me a washcloth, a bowl of water, and the Sharpie, would you?"
Wilson blinked. What the hell? I wonder if he's going into shock. "Sure." Wilson spent several moments getting his legs to hold him before going and washing up, then getting the requested items as fast as he could. Coming back, he handed House the washcloth and set the bowl of hot water on the nightstand. He sat and watched as House cleaned himself using the hot water and checked Chase over as he was cleaned as well. He handed House the Sharpie when House put out his hand for it. Then House gently rolled Chase partway onto his back and exposed the thigh they'd written on. With fast movements, House re-inked the skin and then sat back.
Wilson just sat and watched, waiting for House to retreat. He raised his eyebrows as House eased himself to lie down next to Chase and then he bit his lip to keep from saying anything as House gathered Chase into his arms and whispered into Chase's hair.
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Chase felt the warmth of House as he was settled against House's chest, and it was a remote feeling. Everything his body was saying to him was far away and muted. He sighed as House whispered that he loved him into his hair. He thought maybe he should care about that, but then he decided he'd care later. Right now he was very tired. Chase turned his head enough to touch the tip of his nose to House's arm as he slid into sleep.
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Wilson waited until House quit muttering into Chase's hair before speaking. "What'd you do exactly? I couldn't really tell."
House pressed his face deeper into Chase's hair for a moment before pulling back just enough to look at Wilson. "I fisted him."
They stared at each other for several moments before Wilson cleared his throat. "You broke him."
House smiled down at Chase. "Yeah." Then he lifted his eyes to Wilson's. "Lie down, James."
Pulling the covers up over them, Wilson did as he was told. He hid his face in Chase's shoulder so House couldn't see the huge grin there as he slid his hand around to touch the bare skin of House's side.
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(Part 23)
Rating: NC-17
Grouping: House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Summary: House worried can be both good and bad. In this part: porn.
Warnings: Mention of abuse in the past to more than one character (as if you hadn't already figured that out). There is one kink in this part: fisting.
Beta: recrudescence
(Part 21)
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House held himself still where he rested half on top of Chase, who was snoring lightly, mouth open partway, face more relaxed than House had ever seen outside of post-orgasmic bliss. On the other side of Chase, Wilson had moved during the night until he was curled into Chase's side, arm flung across to grip House's forearm. House wondered idly if Wilson was going to still be freaking out when he woke up.
Wilson's hand twitched, and then Wilson shifted slightly, his eyes blinking open. He yawned before focusing on House watching him. "Mmm."
House grinned. "Better?"
Wilson blinked. "You're a pod person, aren't you?"
House's eyebrows went up. "What?"
Wilson ran his fingertips over House's forearm. "You didn't yell at them."
"No." House slid his hand down Wilson's front and into the waistband of the sweats he'd wrangled Wilson into the night before. "Yelling wouldn't stop them. They'd just steal my plate while I wasn't looking and yell across the restaurant to ask me what I want. If I wouldn't tell them, they'd bring me a spoonful of everything. And they'd expect me to eat everything they brought me. Thank God I haven't dealt with them until now."
"Oh." Wilson blinked. "How is it possible that there are people more stubborn than you?" Wilson bucked his hips as House brushed his fingertips across the head of Wilson's dick.
House pulled his hand out of Wilson's sweats. "Just as stubborn, not more stubborn."
Wilson wiggled closer to them and grabbed House's hand as it retreated. "Whatever." Wilson used his hold on House to rub their tangled hands across Chase's bare stomach. "Are we taking him this morning?"
House pressed a kiss to the side of Chase's head as he jerked awake, snorting as his breathing abruptly changed. "I thought maybe this morning Robbie and I would make love to you." He smirked as the others both gasped and then went very still.
Chase finally cleared his throat. "Really?"
House untangled his hand from Wilson's and fitted his fingers into the hollows of Chase's ribs. "Yes. With Wilson on his back so I can see your marks on him, Robbie."
Wilson made an offended-sounding noise even as he rolled away from them to pull off his sweats. When he turned back, his half-hard cock in his hand, Chase reached tentatively towards the spot-covered skin.
"He's yours, Robbie." House pushed on Chase's arm to get his hand in contact with Wilson's skin. House rubbed the underside of Chase's arm as he gently rolled Wilson's skin between his fingers.
"He's ours." Chase took Wilson's swelling shaft in his hand.
Wilson watched House smile and kiss Chase's neck just below his ear through half-closed eyes.
"Want him, Robbie?" House slipped his hand between Chase's thighs and rubbed the fading Sharpie marks on the inside of Chase's thigh. "Want to take him hard and fast or ride his dick slowly until he breaks beneath you?"
Chase leaned back, shoulders digging into the edge of his pillow as he slid his hand along Wilson's length. "Both."
House watched Wilson blink. "Get him ready, Robbie." House rolled away and leaving the other two frowning after him as he left the bedroom.
Chase helped Wilson lie down and spread himself out, just as Wilson had done before for him. Chase wetted a finger and traced the main vein up Wilson's cock, causing Wilson to gasp. "Mine."
Wilson smiled at the awe in Chase's voice. "Always. House is yours too, Robert."
Chase ran his hand up across Wilson's stomach and out to the side to trace his ribs. "Mmm."
House settled on the side of the bed and handed Chase a mirror.
Chase glanced at House's still-clothed legs and then at the mirror. "What's this?"
Tapping the edge of the mirror, House wiggled his eyebrows. "Guess."
Chase rolled his eyes and set the mirror on the bedside table. "Why...hmm...."
House pushed Chase's shoulder towards Wilson. "Slick him up, Robbie."
Wilson gripped the sheets as Chase carefully spread lube across him. He watched past Chase's shoulder as House skimmed out of his clothes and then turned to watch Chase. Wilson focused on Chase as he kneeled above him. "Let Greg help."
Chase turned his head and bit his lip when he saw House already reaching for him with slick fingers. "I..." Chase gripped House's wrist with his left hand. "Greg."
House looked at him. "What's wrong, Robbie?"
Chase shook his head and tugged House forward into a kiss. When Chase pulled back, he tightened his hold on House. "I don't want anything between us."
Wilson stared at House as he frowned. House pulled loose from Chase's hold and sat back.
"What do you want, James?" House didn't look at Wilson as he asked; he kept his eyes on Chase's.
"I'm not going anywhere. It's fine with me."
House shifted his eyes to Wilson and looked at him for several long moments. "Not going to stray."
Wilson could hear it for the statement it was, not the question he'd expected it to be. "I'm staying right here. Between you both. Where I feel at home."
House blinked and then he smiled. Wilson shivered. That was House's feral smile. That was the one that usually made Wilson very nervous. House grabbed the back of Chase's head with one hand, pulling him in for a fierce kiss as he pressed one of his lubed fingers roughly into Chase.
Moaning into the kiss, Chase shoved down onto House's finger. Panting for breath as House nipped and licked his way down Chase's throat, Chase lifted himself up and dropped back down onto House's finger. "More, now."
House smiled against Chase's skin and added another finger. Wilson slowly stroked himself as he watched House thrusting his fingers into Chase. House pulled his fingers free and helped guide Chase down onto Wilson.
Chase threw his head back, panting as Wilson gripped his hips, holding him down. "Ohhh, fuck."
House fondled Chase's cock before reaching across them to the mirror on the nightstand. "Have to move to be fucking, Robbie."
Chase closed his eyes, brought his head forward, opened his eyes to look right at Wilson, and began rocking up and letting Wilson pull him back down hard. "We...are moving...W...what is...that for?"
Wilson tore his eyes from Chase's to watch as House held the mirror at an angle against Wilson's ribs. He could see it, feel it, as Chase realized he could watch Wilson's dick disappearing into him. Jerking his hips faster as Chase slammed down onto him, Wilson gasped, "What happened...to...slow?"
House wrapped his free hand overtop of Wilson's on Chase's hip and held Chase down. "He's right, Robbie. Slowly. Slide up, look at your marks on him as they appear." House nuzzled Chase's shoulder while Chase moaned. "Then let him fill you up. Slowly, feeling him slip into you a little more each thrust."
Wilson made a strangled noise as Chase clamped his muscles. "Ah!" Wilson brought his hand that wasn't trapped under House's to Chase's groin. Cupping Chase's balls, Wilson firmly rolled them under his thumb. Above him, Chase arched and ground down hard on his cock. "That's good."
They fucked for long minutes, the grunts coming faster as they began to speed up. House eventually set the mirror down and pinned Chase down on top of Wilson.
"I want to see you fuck James, love."
Chase shuddered at House's words as Wilson rolled his hips. House helped Chase pull off and let him slick himself up as House spread Wilson's legs. Wilson held himself open, watching his spot-covered dick rub futilely across his stomach.
Then Chase was easing into Wilson. House fingered Chase's hole as he watched them slowly settle against each other.
"Good, Jimmy. Open yourself for Robbie. Let him take you."
Chase pulled back and then, with short jabbing thrusts, he buried himself in Wilson's body again. Chase nosed Wilson's collarbone. "Love you." Turning his head just enough to see House with one eye, he pulled back and slammed forward to hold still again. "Both of you."
House slid two fingers into Chase as he kissed Chase's spine. "Quit teasing him, Robbie. Fuck him."
Chase pressed back onto House's fingers and then forward into Wilson, gasping at the feel as House added another finger. "More...oh, please."
Under them, Wilson gripped the edge of the mattress with one hand as he reached up with the other to finger Chase's navel, using the underside of his forearm to rub across his own shaft. Chase relentlessly slammed into Wilson as House fingerfucked him. Their grunts and the sounds of skin slapping skin filled the air. Wilson arched and grabbed Chase's wrist where he had a hold of Wilson's shoulder.
"P...please...jerk...me..."
Chase slid his hand down Wilson's chest, stopping long enough to twist Wilson's nipple, causing him to arch and hiss, before taking Wilson's cock in hand and thumbing the leaking slit.
"Oh...come on..." Wilson curled up, reaching for Chase's hand on him when House suddenly grabbed his hand.
"Let him tease you, Jimmy. You have to tell him before we'll let you come."
Wilson blinked and gripped the mattress tighter as he tried to think what to tell them. Chase leaned down and nipped at his lips. "Ah. Oh, oh...loved...like Robert."
House let his hand go and palmed the head of Wilson's dick as Chase began to jack his hand up and down the shaft. "Yes, Jimmy...just like Robbie."
Wilson rocked between Chase thrusting into him and both hands on his cock until he arched up hard and came with a drawn-out groan. Flopping back down on the bed, he watched with half-closed eyes as Chase spasmed above him before resting against his chest. Over Chase's shoulder, Wilson could see House still fingerfucking him.
"Oh...p...please..." Chase mumbled into Wilson's chest as House steadily thrust four fingers in and out.
Wilson could feel the rocking movement in himself as Chase's dick began to harden again. Then House slowed down. Chase drew a deep breath and then yelped and gripped Wilson's upper arms painfully tight. Just as suddenly, Chase went limp against him and Wilson could feel it as Chase's hard cock rocked slightly in and out of him.
"Robbie."
Wilson snapped his eyes up from watching the back of Chase's head to see the totally open expression on House's face. Blinking, Wilson rubbed one hand absently along Chase's side.
"More." Chase's voice was hoarse and tight.
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House stared at his wrist where his right hand disappeared into Chase. Oh, God, my whole hand. What was I thinking? House noted with a part of his mind that Chase's shaft was rock-hard and still inside Wilson. Then Chase spoke and House eased his hand forward ever so slightly.
"Uhhh." Chase turned his head and bit down on Wilson's clavicle.
Wilson reached down and gently pulled Chase's ass cheeks apart.
"Stop, Jimmy. Just...right there." House could see the tremor race across Chase's skin as Wilson held him more open to House's gaze. Gently House curled his fingers inside Chase, slowly, so slowly, until he had made a fist, with his thumb tucked inside his fingers.
"Please." Chase's hand flexed on Wilson's upper arm and his voice was muffled against Wilson's skin.
House pulled back until he could see Chase's skin begin to stretch and suddenly Chase was moving. Grunting and shivering, Chase rocked himself back and forth, the small movements pressing House's hand against his prostate until Chase froze. House turned his hand to one side and then back as Chase screamed into Wilson's skin, shuddering nonstop for the longest time.
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Wilson gently rolled Chase's head to one side. He was staring blankly, heaving for breath.
"Shit." House used his other hand to help press his thumb into his palm to pull out of Chase.
"He okay?" Wilson petted Chase's hair soothingly.
"What? Oh, yeah. Fine." House's voice was shaky and Wilson wasn't sure if it was from what they'd just done, or from rising panic.
Wilson helped House gently roll Chase onto his side, hardly noticing as Chase pulled free of his body. Wilson straightened his legs and then ignored the small muscle twinges that caused as he arranged Chase's limp form into a comfortable position. He looked up to find House petting Chase's ankle with his left hand. "You okay?"
House blinked, but didn't stop his hand. "Uh? Yeah, Jimmy, I'm fine." House brought his other hand up to touch the outside of Chase's thigh. "Get me a washcloth, a bowl of water, and the Sharpie, would you?"
Wilson blinked. What the hell? I wonder if he's going into shock. "Sure." Wilson spent several moments getting his legs to hold him before going and washing up, then getting the requested items as fast as he could. Coming back, he handed House the washcloth and set the bowl of hot water on the nightstand. He sat and watched as House cleaned himself using the hot water and checked Chase over as he was cleaned as well. He handed House the Sharpie when House put out his hand for it. Then House gently rolled Chase partway onto his back and exposed the thigh they'd written on. With fast movements, House re-inked the skin and then sat back.
Wilson just sat and watched, waiting for House to retreat. He raised his eyebrows as House eased himself to lie down next to Chase and then he bit his lip to keep from saying anything as House gathered Chase into his arms and whispered into Chase's hair.
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Chase felt the warmth of House as he was settled against House's chest, and it was a remote feeling. Everything his body was saying to him was far away and muted. He sighed as House whispered that he loved him into his hair. He thought maybe he should care about that, but then he decided he'd care later. Right now he was very tired. Chase turned his head enough to touch the tip of his nose to House's arm as he slid into sleep.
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Wilson waited until House quit muttering into Chase's hair before speaking. "What'd you do exactly? I couldn't really tell."
House pressed his face deeper into Chase's hair for a moment before pulling back just enough to look at Wilson. "I fisted him."
They stared at each other for several moments before Wilson cleared his throat. "You broke him."
House smiled down at Chase. "Yeah." Then he lifted his eyes to Wilson's. "Lie down, James."
Pulling the covers up over them, Wilson did as he was told. He hid his face in Chase's shoulder so House couldn't see the huge grin there as he slid his hand around to touch the bare skin of House's side.
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(Part 23)