Picture Puzzles Part 23
Title: Picture Puzzles Part 23/26
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: Morgan shows Chase a House-talent. Oh, and smut, too. ;)
Warnings: Mention of abuse in the past to more than one character (as if you hadn't already figured that out).
Beta: recrudescence
(Part 22)
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Chase reveled in the feel of House sleeping partly on top of him. The man's weight was pressing him down and, combined with the tingly feeling of his own body, it was a pleasant feeling. Although his body was just starting to register aches and twinges from overworked muscles, but Chase wasn't up to caring. He turned his head and tried to bury his face into House's shoulder. Relaxed, Chase slid back into sleep even as House was shifting, waking up.
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House blinked and swiped a hand across his face. Looking down, he found he was half on top of Chase. Carefully moving, House slid over, pushing on Wilson until he rolled out of the way. Sitting up, House lifted the covers and looked down at his own body, naked under the covers. Huh. It isn't bothering me at all. Weird. House let the covers fall as he focused on Chase. Slowly rolling Chase onto his side, House checked him thoroughly, trying to make sure he hadn't hurt him.
"Hmm. House?"
House let Chase's ass cheek go. "What?"
Chase lolled his head and looked with glazed eyes at House. "Not again so soon."
House could feel his mouth falling open and he snapped it back shut with a click of teeth. It took him a moment to force order on thoughts suddenly overwhelmed with the idea that Chase would let him do that again. "I was just checking."
Yawning and rolling onto his back, Chase closed what little distance there was between him and House. "I'm good."
"Oh, yes, you're the one to ask when your pupils are wide enough to make people wonder which of us is the drug addict."
Chase patted the middle of House's chest. "Everyone knows that's you, love."
The snort from his other side made House reach blindly behind himself and pinch Wilson. The resulting yelp told him he'd probably gotten something delicate. "I'm taking a shower." House clambered over Chase, purposely jabbing with knees and elbows as he went. He was just standing up, getting the cane just like he liked it, when Chase's voice floated up from the bed.
"That sounds good. I'll join you."
"Me too." And there was Wilson's treacherous voice laced with humor, the asshole.
House glared at Wilson as he pushed the covers off of Chase when it seemed Chase's hands weren't up to it. Not sure he wanted them with him in the shower, but liking the idea of seeing more of this hardly mobile version of Chase, House shrugged. "Fine, hurry up."
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House had to admit, but never out loud, that this was the best shower he'd had in a while. He cupped Chase's ass and pulled him in closer as Wilson steadied him from the other side.
"House, quit trying to move him so much. His balance is still shot to hell."
"Cool, huh?"
Wilson glared at him for a moment before visibly softening. "Yes, it is." Repositioning Chase against the shower wall, Wilson touched House's shoulder. "Do you think he'd...let me..."
House slapped a soapy washcloth at Wilson's hand. "Ask him."
Wilson rolled his eyes. "I can't. He's still non-verbal for the most part."
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Chase leaned where the others put him, happy to just be. His body was starting to respond more and he wasn't really ready for it. He'd liked the place he'd been in his head, knowing he didn't have to do anything or be anything particular. There were voices muttering on either side of him, but he didn't listen too hard. Instead Chase tried to drop back into just being where they'd put him. He didn't feel up to caring about the world yet.
Then his world tilted and he felt something briskly rubbing him. Shifting his legs wider took some work and made his body start feeling like his again. Chase's head was pulled into the junction of warm neck and shoulder. He thought it smelled like Wilson. Nuzzling the skin beneath his mouth, Chase listened to the voices and this time he tried to understand what they were saying.
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House rinsed Chase quickly and made sure he was really clean. Leaning him forward, House forced Wilson to hold up Chase's relaxed body. Gently rubbing his thumb across Chase's hole, House looked up at Wilson. "Queen's Prize is this weekend."
Shaking his head, Wilson pressed Chase tighter to himself. "You are certifiable. You've got him so far gone he can hardly stand and you want to discuss this weekend?"
House shrugged as he stroked fingers up and down the crack of Chase's ass. "If you don't want to know what to expect, I can keep myself occupied for the rest of this shower." Slowly, he leaned forward, knowing that Wilson was watching every move. He was almost nose to skin when Wilson broke.
"What about this weekend?"
House licked the top edge of Chase's ass and pulled back. Glancing up, House thought Wilson looked like he was trying not to explode, his face was just that red. "There's going to be a feast. If we go, he'll need a big reward afterwards. It'd be a lot of people. Noise, food, and strangers."
Wilson nodded, and then his eyes slid partway closed as Chase's mouth latched onto his collarbone. "What do you have in mind?"
Sliding fingers across Chase's skin to cup his scrotum, House pursed his lips as he did so. "Something special, something we haven't done yet."
Eyes widening, Wilson reached down Chase's front and slid his fingers alongside House's, twining them together. "Are you telling him beforehand?"
House kissed the soft skin of Chase's back. "Not details. It wouldn't bother you, him before you?"
Wilson shifted Chase's weight and leaned down far enough to catch House's eye. "Never. I'd gladly take you after he's spent."
Snorting, House pulled his hand from Wilson's and started to pull Chase's ass cheeks apart. "You sound like a cheap porn novel." House tongued Chase's skin where it disappeared under his thumb.
"Nope. I think they say things like fuck and suck a lot more than I do." Wilson grinned at him.
House rolled his eyes and concentrated on making Chase's legs give out, forcing Wilson to hold all the man's weight.
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Strangers? How many people are going to be there? Chase rocked into the feel of hands on his balls, but it seemed like his body wasn't up to obeying yet because he wasn't actually moving. Then there was smooth skin beneath his lips and Chase sucked on the little bump that presented itself. Happy with that skin, Chase ignored the talking until Wilson said something that made House start to lick.
Moaning at the feel of wet warm tongue on his skin, Chase clung to Wilson as House played with him. The tongue was gentle across the aching flesh of his asshole, but strong and firm over his balls. Rocking, Chase tried to get more contact.
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Wilson watched, mesmerized, as House rimmed Chase. Never penetrating, just caressing over skin, pulling back to blow puffs of air before returning to licking. Grunting, Wilson shifted to take more of Chase's weight. The water was starting to get cold on his back. Wilson tried to grope behind him for the controls, but House chose that moment to bite the lower edge of Chase's ass.
Scrambling, Wilson barely kept them on their feet as House pulled back, amusement written across his face. Easing Chase down to the bottom of the tub, Wilson then snapped the water off.
"End of bath time already?"
Stepping carefully over Chase, Wilson grabbed the lube they'd started keeping on the ledge by the shampoo and handed it to House. "Not unless you have someplace better to be."
House slicked his fingers and pulled Wilson forward. "Slut."
Wilson laughed and found a spot on House's neck he liked; biting lightly, he pulled back and looked down at House. "You always say the nicest things."
House stuck his tongue out even as his fingers pressed into Wilson.
Gasping, Wilson spread his legs as best he could in the narrow space. "Watch that tongue, never know where it might have just been."
Twisting his fingers, House hit Wilson's prostate and smirked at the resulting soft noise from Wilson's half-opened mouth. "Need it, Jimmy?"
Wilson thrust back into House's fingers. "Uh, yes, bastard...Yes."
Sitting on his shower seat, House ducked his head and took the tip of Wilson's cock in his mouth for only a moment before releasing it and pulling back. He slicked himself and helped Wilson position himself. "Tell me. I won't let you come until you do."
Wilson pushed down onto House's rigid cock. "Oh...oh, tell you...what?"
House gripped Wilson's hips tightly, holding him down. "Tell me, Jimmy."
Grinding his hips, Wilson arched as he found the right angle. "N...no. Just let...me come."
Lifting Wilson up a little, House slammed him back down, the grunt echoing off the titles. "Jimmy."
Panting, Wilson took himself in hand and began jerking with hard, short strokes. Before House could do anything, Chase's hand appeared from around Wilson's hip and it gripped Wilson's scrotum. Stilling, Wilson drew gasping breaths as House thumbed the hollow of one hip.
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"Tell him, love. He needs to hear it." Chase kept firm, even pressure on Wilson's skin. Not moving, just pressure. He could see House's half-closed eyes watching him from over Wilson's shoulder. "I'll finger you while he's inside of you."
Wilson let his head drop back as Chase's fingers pressed on the skin tight around House's shaft. "Loved. Uh...please."
Chase applied lube to his fingers as Wilson rode House. He could see House pulling Wilson down into each thrust, pounding him. Sliding his fingers along where House disappeared into Wilson, Chase stroked, catching House's shaft whenever possible.
Wilson groaned, stiffening as he came. Chase slumped back against the side of the tub as he watched House continue to fuck. After several minutes, House jerked Wilson down against him and stilled.
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Wilson wondered idly if this was how Chase felt after. Concentrating, he decided he might be on the couch, but he wasn't sure. He could smell breakfast; Chase had to be cooking because House was here. With my legs across his lap, I think. House was fondling him, but Wilson couldn't do more than shudder occasionally. He had tried to ask House to stop, but he couldn't form words. The sensations were overloading him and the slightest touch from House was just adding to that. It felt too good, the fingers touching the inside of his thighs somehow more than anything else. Whimpering, Wilson tried to move, but House kept a firm grip on him and kept right on caressing him.
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Chase tried not to lose any egg as he transferred food from the pan to their plates. He could hear the noises Wilson was making and knew that's how he sounded when it was him. Checking that the stove was off, Chase took the food into the living room. Stopping to just watch, he absently set it down.
"He's not going to be going to work today at this rate, House."
House grinned. "Don't really care. Feed me, my hands are occupied."
Chase snorted, even as he held out a forkful of eggs. "Don't complain about my cooking or I'll dump these on him and you'll never hear the end of it."
House glanced down at the wiggling man partly in his lap. "Think he'd actually know it had happened?"
"Really want to test it?" Tipping the fork every so slightly, Chase had to hide the grin that threatened as House snapped his mouth closed around it before anything could fall. Grabbing his own mouthful, Chase wondered if he'd ever have gotten to like food without being bribed with sex.
"How's your ass?"
Chase shrugged with one shoulder as he held out another forkful of food. "Okay. Sore." He could see House eyeing him.
"Willing to do it again?" House twisted his fingers and pressed into the soft skin around Wilson's hole. Bucking, Wilson flailed one hand, his other trapped between him and the back of the couch.
Chase caught Wilson's hand and brought it down to Wilson's groin. Looking at House's face, Chase wasn't sure what House was wanting to hear. "If you want."
House's hand was on Chase's in a flash, holding his and Wilson's hand down against Wilson's mostly hard shaft. "Give me a real answer."
Pulling away, Chase sat looking at his hands. "I wasn't expecting that. It was...incredible. I wanted..." Chase swallowed heavily. "I want it again. Wilson's hand. Yours." Chase snapped his head up and stared into House's eyes. "Both, together. Couldn't, of course, but..." Shrugging, Chase lowered his gaze. "Being that open was...special. I wouldn't care which of you two were giving me those feelings. Not sharing in words, but sharing something like that... I wouldn't break if it happened again."
House pulled Chase into a fierce kiss with one hand as he brought Wilson to a shuddering climax with the other.
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Cuddy watched from the upper story as House and Chase walked through the doors and past the clinic. Wilson caught up with them just as they got to the elevators. Leaning on the railing, Cuddy tried to place what was different. House was...relaxed? That didn't seem like the right word. Unnerved, she decided to corner Wilson at the first opportunity and try to find out what House was up to now.
Heels clicking, Cuddy headed deeper into the hospital. House just thought she'd forgotten about him telling her the truth.
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Cameron sat down across from Chase as he and Foreman argued about some symptom for something. She didn't even care. She was busy trying to piece together everything she'd heard and half-heard during the last few days. She'd known that being dragged along to that lunch hadn't been House's idea. Or even Wilson's. No, she knew from listening to the gossip of the group that they'd liked Chase and Wilson. They liked House. Not tolerated, but really liked him. They trusted those three, but not anyone else. They would barely tolerate Foreman or her trying to look anyone over.
It was maddening. What made only those three trustworthy? House wasn't really trustworthy with patients in the first place. And yet, those people, every one of them, looked for House first. She looked up and caught sight of Wilson as he leaned into House's office to say something.
Cameron stared. She heard Chase call her name and turned towards him in a haze. "What?"
Chase cocked his head. "I asked you what you thought."
Pushing away from the table, Cameron stood up. "I don't care." She turned and fled, trying to think of a place House wouldn't expect her to hide so she'd have time to think.
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Cuddy caught Cameron as they collided and Cameron started to go down. "Whoa. You okay?"
Cameron nodded, then shook her head. "No, no, I don't really think so."
Keeping a hold of her arm, Cuddy pulled Cameron over to an empty lounge and sat her down on the couch, closing the door. "What's wrong?"
Cameron huddled and worried the edge of her shirt with one hand. "Ever make a complete fool of yourself when you only thought you were trying to help?"
Snorting, Cuddy pulled a chair over and sat down. "Oh, I've been known to screw up. Is this about you thinking Chase was being abused?"
Propping her head in her hand, Cameron sighed. "I kept pushing because, you know, he never asks for help."
Cuddy made an encouraging noise and motioned with her hand. "And..."
"I got mad. He was defending who I thought was abusing him." Glancing up, Cameron grimaced. "I just couldn't stop. House was paying him attention and I couldn't figure out why. Wilson being so angry didn't really make sense either."
"You're leaving out my reaction, which I thought you would fight me on."
Cameron shrugged. "I thought you overreacted, but I've had stupider punishments from House."
Cuddy nodded. "True."
"House's group of patients all seem to think that Wilson and Chase are dating House."
Raising her eyebrows, Cuddy bit a lip. "Well, I don't think I'd call it dating."
"Huh." Cameron flopped back against the couch. "I'm never a girl enough to notice who's with who."
Cuddy smiled. "You got it figured out. Are you going to have a problem with them?"
Standing, Cameron moved towards the door. "No, now that I know it isn't abuse, just House being annoying. I just don't want to think about it."
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Wilson looked up from his paperwork to watch Cuddy drop into one of his chairs. House, in the other chair, recoiled as Cuddy started giggling. "Have you been sniffing something?" Looking at House, Wilson asked, "What'd you do, House?"
Using his cane to poke at Cuddy's stomach, which only made her laugh and swat at the cane, House said, "Nothing this funny."
Wiping her eyes, Cuddy tried to straighten up. "Oh, you missed it." She started giggling again. House poked her in the leg this time and that seemed to get her attention. "Sorry, sorry. I just...You should have been there."
"What happened?" Wilson wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know.
"Cameron got it worked out about," Cuddy made a vague gestured towards them and then in the direction of House's office as she spoke, "you know."
"Look, Wilson, we're out."
Rolling his eyes, Wilson ignored House with practiced wariness. "And this is funny, why?"
Cuddy shook her head and covered her mouth as she suddenly hiccupped.
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Chase shifted to one side of the elevator as Cameron slipped in just as the doors started to close. He looked her over because something was different, or maybe wrong. "You alright?"
She turned and leaned against the wall so that she was facing him. "I'm sorry."
Frowning, Chase hit the top floor's button. "I thought we had this discussion."
"I mean it, I'm sorry. I really did think you were being abused."
"Apology accepted." Chase started to exit until Cameron caught his arm. "What?"
"I hope it works out, okay?"
Looking at her, Chase grinned. "Thanks."
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Chase dropped to sit beside Morgan on the park bench. "Hi."
"Hello. Thank you for meting me."
"No problem. I don't know why you need to talk to me though."
Morgan dug into her bag. "One, I need you and James to know what's going to happen in Court without Gregory finding out. Telling you both at the same time would be hard to hide from him, but you ought to be able to tell James, don't you think?"
Nodding, Chase took the book Morgan handed to him. "Sure. What's this?"
"History book. It gives overviews of different countries and eras so you can figure out what you might want to be." Morgan dug back into her bag. "Now, normally when people come back from an extended period away we don't do anything special, but Gregory was about to get an award when he dropped out." Pulling an oversized binder from the bag, Morgan opened it carefully. "This is the scroll for him from then."
Chase looked at the scroll and gasped. It was intricate, tiny detailed work that Chase couldn't fathom a person having done, but he could see the variations that showed it had been handmade. Then he started trying to read the calligraphy. "Does this say what I think it does?"
"That Gregory not only does leatherwork, music, but also embroidery?"
"That's what I thought it said." Chase looked at Morgan. "Seriously?"
Morgan pulled a tunic from her bag. "Yes. This is his work."
Chase took the tunic gingerly. "This is wool?"
"Wool on wool. The man is insane. He sewed it looking at the wrong side the whole time."
Fingering the pattern, Chase shook his head. "He probably can't do it now. He shakes a lot."
"Maybe. Here." Morgan handed Chase another tunic.
This one was silk on silk, done in a completely different style. Chase examined both carefully, trying to commit it all to memory.
"We'd like to surprise him. I'm going to pull you and James away from him at the start of Court and we'll get you changed into these."
Chase handed the tunics back. "He'll know something will be happening."
Grinning, Morgan folded the tunics and stuffed them into her bag. "He wouldn't be himself if he didn't and we wouldn't be ourselves if we didn't. That's the way of things." Morgan went on to explain what was planned.
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House scowled as Chase turned from getting coffee and grinned at him through the glass wall. Send him to lunch and he comes back looking like he's gotten some. I wonder what he ate. Cameron looked at him as she worked on the mail and House spun his chair around in annoyance. Leaning back, he propped his feet up and tried to nap. Making two lovers into puddles was taxing, even for him.
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(Part 24)
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: Morgan shows Chase a House-talent. Oh, and smut, too. ;)
Warnings: Mention of abuse in the past to more than one character (as if you hadn't already figured that out).
Beta: recrudescence
(Part 22)
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Chase reveled in the feel of House sleeping partly on top of him. The man's weight was pressing him down and, combined with the tingly feeling of his own body, it was a pleasant feeling. Although his body was just starting to register aches and twinges from overworked muscles, but Chase wasn't up to caring. He turned his head and tried to bury his face into House's shoulder. Relaxed, Chase slid back into sleep even as House was shifting, waking up.
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House blinked and swiped a hand across his face. Looking down, he found he was half on top of Chase. Carefully moving, House slid over, pushing on Wilson until he rolled out of the way. Sitting up, House lifted the covers and looked down at his own body, naked under the covers. Huh. It isn't bothering me at all. Weird. House let the covers fall as he focused on Chase. Slowly rolling Chase onto his side, House checked him thoroughly, trying to make sure he hadn't hurt him.
"Hmm. House?"
House let Chase's ass cheek go. "What?"
Chase lolled his head and looked with glazed eyes at House. "Not again so soon."
House could feel his mouth falling open and he snapped it back shut with a click of teeth. It took him a moment to force order on thoughts suddenly overwhelmed with the idea that Chase would let him do that again. "I was just checking."
Yawning and rolling onto his back, Chase closed what little distance there was between him and House. "I'm good."
"Oh, yes, you're the one to ask when your pupils are wide enough to make people wonder which of us is the drug addict."
Chase patted the middle of House's chest. "Everyone knows that's you, love."
The snort from his other side made House reach blindly behind himself and pinch Wilson. The resulting yelp told him he'd probably gotten something delicate. "I'm taking a shower." House clambered over Chase, purposely jabbing with knees and elbows as he went. He was just standing up, getting the cane just like he liked it, when Chase's voice floated up from the bed.
"That sounds good. I'll join you."
"Me too." And there was Wilson's treacherous voice laced with humor, the asshole.
House glared at Wilson as he pushed the covers off of Chase when it seemed Chase's hands weren't up to it. Not sure he wanted them with him in the shower, but liking the idea of seeing more of this hardly mobile version of Chase, House shrugged. "Fine, hurry up."
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House had to admit, but never out loud, that this was the best shower he'd had in a while. He cupped Chase's ass and pulled him in closer as Wilson steadied him from the other side.
"House, quit trying to move him so much. His balance is still shot to hell."
"Cool, huh?"
Wilson glared at him for a moment before visibly softening. "Yes, it is." Repositioning Chase against the shower wall, Wilson touched House's shoulder. "Do you think he'd...let me..."
House slapped a soapy washcloth at Wilson's hand. "Ask him."
Wilson rolled his eyes. "I can't. He's still non-verbal for the most part."
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Chase leaned where the others put him, happy to just be. His body was starting to respond more and he wasn't really ready for it. He'd liked the place he'd been in his head, knowing he didn't have to do anything or be anything particular. There were voices muttering on either side of him, but he didn't listen too hard. Instead Chase tried to drop back into just being where they'd put him. He didn't feel up to caring about the world yet.
Then his world tilted and he felt something briskly rubbing him. Shifting his legs wider took some work and made his body start feeling like his again. Chase's head was pulled into the junction of warm neck and shoulder. He thought it smelled like Wilson. Nuzzling the skin beneath his mouth, Chase listened to the voices and this time he tried to understand what they were saying.
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House rinsed Chase quickly and made sure he was really clean. Leaning him forward, House forced Wilson to hold up Chase's relaxed body. Gently rubbing his thumb across Chase's hole, House looked up at Wilson. "Queen's Prize is this weekend."
Shaking his head, Wilson pressed Chase tighter to himself. "You are certifiable. You've got him so far gone he can hardly stand and you want to discuss this weekend?"
House shrugged as he stroked fingers up and down the crack of Chase's ass. "If you don't want to know what to expect, I can keep myself occupied for the rest of this shower." Slowly, he leaned forward, knowing that Wilson was watching every move. He was almost nose to skin when Wilson broke.
"What about this weekend?"
House licked the top edge of Chase's ass and pulled back. Glancing up, House thought Wilson looked like he was trying not to explode, his face was just that red. "There's going to be a feast. If we go, he'll need a big reward afterwards. It'd be a lot of people. Noise, food, and strangers."
Wilson nodded, and then his eyes slid partway closed as Chase's mouth latched onto his collarbone. "What do you have in mind?"
Sliding fingers across Chase's skin to cup his scrotum, House pursed his lips as he did so. "Something special, something we haven't done yet."
Eyes widening, Wilson reached down Chase's front and slid his fingers alongside House's, twining them together. "Are you telling him beforehand?"
House kissed the soft skin of Chase's back. "Not details. It wouldn't bother you, him before you?"
Wilson shifted Chase's weight and leaned down far enough to catch House's eye. "Never. I'd gladly take you after he's spent."
Snorting, House pulled his hand from Wilson's and started to pull Chase's ass cheeks apart. "You sound like a cheap porn novel." House tongued Chase's skin where it disappeared under his thumb.
"Nope. I think they say things like fuck and suck a lot more than I do." Wilson grinned at him.
House rolled his eyes and concentrated on making Chase's legs give out, forcing Wilson to hold all the man's weight.
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Strangers? How many people are going to be there? Chase rocked into the feel of hands on his balls, but it seemed like his body wasn't up to obeying yet because he wasn't actually moving. Then there was smooth skin beneath his lips and Chase sucked on the little bump that presented itself. Happy with that skin, Chase ignored the talking until Wilson said something that made House start to lick.
Moaning at the feel of wet warm tongue on his skin, Chase clung to Wilson as House played with him. The tongue was gentle across the aching flesh of his asshole, but strong and firm over his balls. Rocking, Chase tried to get more contact.
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Wilson watched, mesmerized, as House rimmed Chase. Never penetrating, just caressing over skin, pulling back to blow puffs of air before returning to licking. Grunting, Wilson shifted to take more of Chase's weight. The water was starting to get cold on his back. Wilson tried to grope behind him for the controls, but House chose that moment to bite the lower edge of Chase's ass.
Scrambling, Wilson barely kept them on their feet as House pulled back, amusement written across his face. Easing Chase down to the bottom of the tub, Wilson then snapped the water off.
"End of bath time already?"
Stepping carefully over Chase, Wilson grabbed the lube they'd started keeping on the ledge by the shampoo and handed it to House. "Not unless you have someplace better to be."
House slicked his fingers and pulled Wilson forward. "Slut."
Wilson laughed and found a spot on House's neck he liked; biting lightly, he pulled back and looked down at House. "You always say the nicest things."
House stuck his tongue out even as his fingers pressed into Wilson.
Gasping, Wilson spread his legs as best he could in the narrow space. "Watch that tongue, never know where it might have just been."
Twisting his fingers, House hit Wilson's prostate and smirked at the resulting soft noise from Wilson's half-opened mouth. "Need it, Jimmy?"
Wilson thrust back into House's fingers. "Uh, yes, bastard...Yes."
Sitting on his shower seat, House ducked his head and took the tip of Wilson's cock in his mouth for only a moment before releasing it and pulling back. He slicked himself and helped Wilson position himself. "Tell me. I won't let you come until you do."
Wilson pushed down onto House's rigid cock. "Oh...oh, tell you...what?"
House gripped Wilson's hips tightly, holding him down. "Tell me, Jimmy."
Grinding his hips, Wilson arched as he found the right angle. "N...no. Just let...me come."
Lifting Wilson up a little, House slammed him back down, the grunt echoing off the titles. "Jimmy."
Panting, Wilson took himself in hand and began jerking with hard, short strokes. Before House could do anything, Chase's hand appeared from around Wilson's hip and it gripped Wilson's scrotum. Stilling, Wilson drew gasping breaths as House thumbed the hollow of one hip.
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"Tell him, love. He needs to hear it." Chase kept firm, even pressure on Wilson's skin. Not moving, just pressure. He could see House's half-closed eyes watching him from over Wilson's shoulder. "I'll finger you while he's inside of you."
Wilson let his head drop back as Chase's fingers pressed on the skin tight around House's shaft. "Loved. Uh...please."
Chase applied lube to his fingers as Wilson rode House. He could see House pulling Wilson down into each thrust, pounding him. Sliding his fingers along where House disappeared into Wilson, Chase stroked, catching House's shaft whenever possible.
Wilson groaned, stiffening as he came. Chase slumped back against the side of the tub as he watched House continue to fuck. After several minutes, House jerked Wilson down against him and stilled.
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Wilson wondered idly if this was how Chase felt after. Concentrating, he decided he might be on the couch, but he wasn't sure. He could smell breakfast; Chase had to be cooking because House was here. With my legs across his lap, I think. House was fondling him, but Wilson couldn't do more than shudder occasionally. He had tried to ask House to stop, but he couldn't form words. The sensations were overloading him and the slightest touch from House was just adding to that. It felt too good, the fingers touching the inside of his thighs somehow more than anything else. Whimpering, Wilson tried to move, but House kept a firm grip on him and kept right on caressing him.
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Chase tried not to lose any egg as he transferred food from the pan to their plates. He could hear the noises Wilson was making and knew that's how he sounded when it was him. Checking that the stove was off, Chase took the food into the living room. Stopping to just watch, he absently set it down.
"He's not going to be going to work today at this rate, House."
House grinned. "Don't really care. Feed me, my hands are occupied."
Chase snorted, even as he held out a forkful of eggs. "Don't complain about my cooking or I'll dump these on him and you'll never hear the end of it."
House glanced down at the wiggling man partly in his lap. "Think he'd actually know it had happened?"
"Really want to test it?" Tipping the fork every so slightly, Chase had to hide the grin that threatened as House snapped his mouth closed around it before anything could fall. Grabbing his own mouthful, Chase wondered if he'd ever have gotten to like food without being bribed with sex.
"How's your ass?"
Chase shrugged with one shoulder as he held out another forkful of food. "Okay. Sore." He could see House eyeing him.
"Willing to do it again?" House twisted his fingers and pressed into the soft skin around Wilson's hole. Bucking, Wilson flailed one hand, his other trapped between him and the back of the couch.
Chase caught Wilson's hand and brought it down to Wilson's groin. Looking at House's face, Chase wasn't sure what House was wanting to hear. "If you want."
House's hand was on Chase's in a flash, holding his and Wilson's hand down against Wilson's mostly hard shaft. "Give me a real answer."
Pulling away, Chase sat looking at his hands. "I wasn't expecting that. It was...incredible. I wanted..." Chase swallowed heavily. "I want it again. Wilson's hand. Yours." Chase snapped his head up and stared into House's eyes. "Both, together. Couldn't, of course, but..." Shrugging, Chase lowered his gaze. "Being that open was...special. I wouldn't care which of you two were giving me those feelings. Not sharing in words, but sharing something like that... I wouldn't break if it happened again."
House pulled Chase into a fierce kiss with one hand as he brought Wilson to a shuddering climax with the other.
****
Cuddy watched from the upper story as House and Chase walked through the doors and past the clinic. Wilson caught up with them just as they got to the elevators. Leaning on the railing, Cuddy tried to place what was different. House was...relaxed? That didn't seem like the right word. Unnerved, she decided to corner Wilson at the first opportunity and try to find out what House was up to now.
Heels clicking, Cuddy headed deeper into the hospital. House just thought she'd forgotten about him telling her the truth.
****
Cameron sat down across from Chase as he and Foreman argued about some symptom for something. She didn't even care. She was busy trying to piece together everything she'd heard and half-heard during the last few days. She'd known that being dragged along to that lunch hadn't been House's idea. Or even Wilson's. No, she knew from listening to the gossip of the group that they'd liked Chase and Wilson. They liked House. Not tolerated, but really liked him. They trusted those three, but not anyone else. They would barely tolerate Foreman or her trying to look anyone over.
It was maddening. What made only those three trustworthy? House wasn't really trustworthy with patients in the first place. And yet, those people, every one of them, looked for House first. She looked up and caught sight of Wilson as he leaned into House's office to say something.
Cameron stared. She heard Chase call her name and turned towards him in a haze. "What?"
Chase cocked his head. "I asked you what you thought."
Pushing away from the table, Cameron stood up. "I don't care." She turned and fled, trying to think of a place House wouldn't expect her to hide so she'd have time to think.
****
Cuddy caught Cameron as they collided and Cameron started to go down. "Whoa. You okay?"
Cameron nodded, then shook her head. "No, no, I don't really think so."
Keeping a hold of her arm, Cuddy pulled Cameron over to an empty lounge and sat her down on the couch, closing the door. "What's wrong?"
Cameron huddled and worried the edge of her shirt with one hand. "Ever make a complete fool of yourself when you only thought you were trying to help?"
Snorting, Cuddy pulled a chair over and sat down. "Oh, I've been known to screw up. Is this about you thinking Chase was being abused?"
Propping her head in her hand, Cameron sighed. "I kept pushing because, you know, he never asks for help."
Cuddy made an encouraging noise and motioned with her hand. "And..."
"I got mad. He was defending who I thought was abusing him." Glancing up, Cameron grimaced. "I just couldn't stop. House was paying him attention and I couldn't figure out why. Wilson being so angry didn't really make sense either."
"You're leaving out my reaction, which I thought you would fight me on."
Cameron shrugged. "I thought you overreacted, but I've had stupider punishments from House."
Cuddy nodded. "True."
"House's group of patients all seem to think that Wilson and Chase are dating House."
Raising her eyebrows, Cuddy bit a lip. "Well, I don't think I'd call it dating."
"Huh." Cameron flopped back against the couch. "I'm never a girl enough to notice who's with who."
Cuddy smiled. "You got it figured out. Are you going to have a problem with them?"
Standing, Cameron moved towards the door. "No, now that I know it isn't abuse, just House being annoying. I just don't want to think about it."
****
Wilson looked up from his paperwork to watch Cuddy drop into one of his chairs. House, in the other chair, recoiled as Cuddy started giggling. "Have you been sniffing something?" Looking at House, Wilson asked, "What'd you do, House?"
Using his cane to poke at Cuddy's stomach, which only made her laugh and swat at the cane, House said, "Nothing this funny."
Wiping her eyes, Cuddy tried to straighten up. "Oh, you missed it." She started giggling again. House poked her in the leg this time and that seemed to get her attention. "Sorry, sorry. I just...You should have been there."
"What happened?" Wilson wasn't exactly sure he wanted to know.
"Cameron got it worked out about," Cuddy made a vague gestured towards them and then in the direction of House's office as she spoke, "you know."
"Look, Wilson, we're out."
Rolling his eyes, Wilson ignored House with practiced wariness. "And this is funny, why?"
Cuddy shook her head and covered her mouth as she suddenly hiccupped.
****
Chase shifted to one side of the elevator as Cameron slipped in just as the doors started to close. He looked her over because something was different, or maybe wrong. "You alright?"
She turned and leaned against the wall so that she was facing him. "I'm sorry."
Frowning, Chase hit the top floor's button. "I thought we had this discussion."
"I mean it, I'm sorry. I really did think you were being abused."
"Apology accepted." Chase started to exit until Cameron caught his arm. "What?"
"I hope it works out, okay?"
Looking at her, Chase grinned. "Thanks."
****
Chase dropped to sit beside Morgan on the park bench. "Hi."
"Hello. Thank you for meting me."
"No problem. I don't know why you need to talk to me though."
Morgan dug into her bag. "One, I need you and James to know what's going to happen in Court without Gregory finding out. Telling you both at the same time would be hard to hide from him, but you ought to be able to tell James, don't you think?"
Nodding, Chase took the book Morgan handed to him. "Sure. What's this?"
"History book. It gives overviews of different countries and eras so you can figure out what you might want to be." Morgan dug back into her bag. "Now, normally when people come back from an extended period away we don't do anything special, but Gregory was about to get an award when he dropped out." Pulling an oversized binder from the bag, Morgan opened it carefully. "This is the scroll for him from then."
Chase looked at the scroll and gasped. It was intricate, tiny detailed work that Chase couldn't fathom a person having done, but he could see the variations that showed it had been handmade. Then he started trying to read the calligraphy. "Does this say what I think it does?"
"That Gregory not only does leatherwork, music, but also embroidery?"
"That's what I thought it said." Chase looked at Morgan. "Seriously?"
Morgan pulled a tunic from her bag. "Yes. This is his work."
Chase took the tunic gingerly. "This is wool?"
"Wool on wool. The man is insane. He sewed it looking at the wrong side the whole time."
Fingering the pattern, Chase shook his head. "He probably can't do it now. He shakes a lot."
"Maybe. Here." Morgan handed Chase another tunic.
This one was silk on silk, done in a completely different style. Chase examined both carefully, trying to commit it all to memory.
"We'd like to surprise him. I'm going to pull you and James away from him at the start of Court and we'll get you changed into these."
Chase handed the tunics back. "He'll know something will be happening."
Grinning, Morgan folded the tunics and stuffed them into her bag. "He wouldn't be himself if he didn't and we wouldn't be ourselves if we didn't. That's the way of things." Morgan went on to explain what was planned.
****
House scowled as Chase turned from getting coffee and grinned at him through the glass wall. Send him to lunch and he comes back looking like he's gotten some. I wonder what he ate. Cameron looked at him as she worked on the mail and House spun his chair around in annoyance. Leaning back, he propped his feet up and tried to nap. Making two lovers into puddles was taxing, even for him.
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(Part 24)