Picture Puzzles Part 24
Title: Picture Puzzles Part 24/26
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: Someone turns blue. At least a little.
Warnings: Mention of abuse in the past to more than one character (as if you hadn't already figured that out).
Beta: nightshadow_t2
And you thought I'd never update this again. Actually everyone should thank nightshadow_t2 because if she hadn't convinced me not to hate this it would have taken even longer to get posted.
(Part 23)
****
House narrowed his eyes at Wilson. The man was protecting his food far better than usual. "What is it?"
Wilson glanced up from the file he was reading. "What?"
House threw a fry at him. "Pay attention. What's wrong?"
Blinking, Wilson carefully closed the file he’d been pretending to read. "Nothing’s wrong."
Rolling his eyes, House made a grab for Wilson's sandwich only to get his hand smacked. "There is something wrong with you.” House pointed at Wilson with a french fry. “Don't make me torture you to get the truth."
Wilson sighed. "Not here."
****
Chase frowned at Cameron as she smiled at him, again. Turning to Foreman he started to ask what was so funny when Emma slipped into their office.
"Hi."
"Hi, Emma. You're out of school already?" Glancing at his watch, Chase saw that it was very late in the afternoon. He hadn’t paid attention to exactly when school let out since long before he came to work for House.
Emma clambered into the chair Foreman pushed out with his foot. "I walked straight here. I didn't talk to anyone. No one tried to kidnap me. And Mom said I could."
"Oookay."
"I'm supposed to give you this." Emma pulled her backpack around and pulled a book from it. "It's the Known World Handbook. Don't lose it or you'll never hear the end of it from Mom. Oh, and you'll like this..." Emma flipped open the book to a page that explained how to draw knot-work with just a grid of dots for a guide.
"That's neat." Chase found them paper and pens and ignored everyone else as he and Emma drew. It was better than worrying about what was going through his co-workers’ heads.
****
Wilson sighed as he sat down on the bench. "Look, it isn't anything bad."
"Yeah, and no one has ever heard that before."
"Really, it isn't...it just..." Scrubbing his hand across the back of his neck, Wilson looked at House through his lashes. "I, um, well, this morning..."
"Just spit it out."
"There was a point it became too much and I wanted you to stop, but I couldn't move to tell you." It didn't sound any better when he said it in a rush.
House pursed his lips for a few moments before saying, "I didn't know."
"I know that. You didn't do anything wrong. I just... You know that point where it quits being fun and becomes too much?"
Nodding, House leaned over and plucked grass from near them.
"Well, it did that and then tipped back over into pleasure again. I'm not upset. It...well, I thought you should know."
"Okay."
Wilson wanted to say something to make it better, but House was already walking away. "Dammit."
****
Chase tried to stay quiet as Cameron tried to engage Emma. He really wanted to just tell her that if Emma wasn't talking to her there was no point in trying. Covering his mouth to keep from laughing at them as Emma got in a sly comment on Cameron’s makeup, Chase glanced up as House come in.
Emma looked up and smiled at House. “Hi.”
“Hi. Did you walk straight here?”
Emma twisted in her chair and smirked at Chase before turning back to House. “Yes.”
“Anyone try to snatch you on the way here?”
“Nope, didn’t talk to anyone.”
House poked Cameron in the ribs with his cane until she relented and let him have her chair. She grabbed her cup and started to pour herself more coffee, completely ignoring House’s cup being waved at her. “Do you have permission to be here?”
“Mom said I could. I told him that.” Emma pointed at Chase.
House snatched Cameron’s cup as she went past him to sit beside Foreman. He took a large gulp while listening to her squawk before handing her back her cup. “Did you tell him to tell me you’d told him?”
Emma blinked, her forehead creased for a moment before she smiled at House. “No one told me to.”
House smirked. “When are you being picked up?”
Emma squirmed around in her chair to look at the clock. “About five minutes.”
“Homework?”
“Just have the must be signed by the parents’ sheets left.”
“What they don’t trust you to do your own homework?”
“Nope. They call it my parents’ homework.”
House rolled his eyes. “Give it here.”
Emma scrambled to pull her backpack off the table and put it between her and the back of her chair. “No way. You’ll get me a bad grade.”
“Well, we can’t have that can we?” Wilson pulled House’s cup from his hand and filled both his and House’s cup with coffee. “Of course, if House messes up your homework you could just tell your father to punish House instead of you.”
Emma smiled sweetly at House who scowled at Wilson.
“I see you’ve managed to make yourself memorable.”
Emma dropped off her chair and raced to her mother. “Mom!”
Over Emma’s head, Morgan waved at the others as she listened to her daughter’s excited babble about her day.
House nodded to Morgan before levering himself up and slipping into his office while everyone else was busy with the mushy family reunion.
****
Wilson waited for a few moments until he was certain everyone was occupied before following House into his office.
“Go away.”
“No.” Wilson leaned against the edge of House’s desk. “I don’t want you obsessing about this.”
House glared up at him. “Wilson.”
“Just listen to me for a second. I know that you have…problems, but I’ll get over what happened this morning. I mean, I liked it… I just…Look, you and I both know you did nothing wrong, House. Nothing. I’m not going to argue with you about it for the rest of the week.”
“I didn’t say a word.”
“You didn’t have to. And don’t go thinking that Chase just hasn’t mentioned something like that happening to him because he hasn’t had that happen to him with us.”
House narrowed his eyes. “How would you know? He doesn’t talk about anything.”
“Talk about what?” Chase closed the door behind him and sat down on the chair across from House’s desk.
House spun his chair around and leaned back to stare at his ceiling. “Wilson’s having a nervous breakdown.”
“Close.” Wilson gestured at House. “He’s upset because I got overwhelmed this morning, but I couldn’t ask him to stop. I’ve been trying to tell him it isn’t his fault.”
Chase shrugged. “It isn’t anyone’s fault.”
House turned his head to look at Chase. “I’ve done that to you too?”
“Sure.” Chase cocked his head at them. “You weren’t trying to hurt me. I know that so I don’t worry about it when something you do is a bit much. If you meant to hurt me then I’d want to stop and I’d tell you later. The first time it happens is always the hardest to sort through.”
Wilson watched House blink several times before turning to stare at the wall.
Chase stood and walked over to look down into House’s face. “You didn’t take anything we weren’t offering. We don’t think you’re like your piano teacher in any way. Just wanted you to know that.” Chase patted House’s shoulder and then went out the door into the hallway.
Wilson stared after him until it sunk in what he’d been saying. He turned to House and shifted uncomfortably. “I wasn’t trying to…”
“I know.”
“Okay.”
****
Chase leaned against the elevator wall since no one was there to see him. Tomorrow was Queen’s Prize and he still wasn’t sure about dealing with all those people. Not just because of the feast, but also how House would be…And Wilson. He’d be nervous too. Chase started to slip out the doors as soon as they started to open and nearly ran into Cuddy.
“Oh, sorry.”
Cuddy cocked her head. “Are you okay, Chase?”
Blinking, Chase tried to edge around Cuddy without looking like he was doing so. “I’m fine.” He froze as Cuddy moved to smoothly block his escape.
“That’s good. No more trouble with Cameron?”
Mentally sighing, Chase backed up to let Cuddy on the elevator. “No trouble.”
“Good. House seemed rushed the last time I saw him. Do you know if something is wrong?”
He forced himself to stand still. Cuddy had that curious almost serious expression that she did so well. No hope of escaping whatever this is. Lovely. Chase shrugged. “He’s House.”
Cuddy smiled. “Yes, I know. You seem happy. I’d like to know what you think about his friends.”
Chase cocked his head. It wasn’t often that anyone asked or cared to know what he thought except when House asked for and then shot down most of his ideas on a patient. “What I think doesn’t really matter. You’d have to talk to him about them.”
As the elevator opened, Chase slipped past the oncoming gurney and ducked around the nearest corner leaving Cuddy behind.
****
Chase hadn't been sure what to expect when he followed Wilson into House's apartment, but the horrible smell of wet leather hadn't been among the list of options. "Uh, House?"
House bustled out of the kitchen and threw a paper bag at Chase. "Here, pick what shade you want and take off your shoes and socks."
Blinking, Chase obeyed House's order as Wilson shed his coat and toed off his shoes. Pulling bottles from the bag, Chase found several shades of blue, each bottle top smeared with a color. He sorted through them until he found a blue he liked. "This one." He held up the bottle he'd chosen with the expectation that House would reject the choice.
House plucked the bottle, looked it over, and disappeared with it into the kitchen. "Find something to watch on TV."
Wilson turned the TV on and picked something gory before sitting and tucking his feet under Chase's leg. "What is he actually doing?"
House appeared at the doorway of the kitchen and flicked Wilson with water from his wooden spoon. "Keeping a promise. You should be surprised."
Chase lolled his head on the couch to look at House. "Why am I barefoot?"
"So I can torture you."
Nodding, Chase turned back to the TV. "Okay."
Wilson snorted and shook his head. "You are something." He twisted around, trying to scowl at House as he flicked more water. "Do you need help?"
House narrowed his eyes. "No." He disappeared into the kitchen again and yelled so they'd hear him. "When are you going to find us a bigger place, Wilson?"
Trying not to laugh at the shock on Wilson's face, Chase called back, "Why's Wilson the one that has to find a place?"
House appeared with a five gallon bucket in one hand and his cane in the other and hobbled his way around the corner of the couch. "Wilson's got the most experience with house hunting." He put the bucket on the coffee table and poked Chase's foot with his cane as he turned back towards the kitchen.
Blinking at that, Chase raised his eyebrows at Wilson as House disappeared back into the kitchen. Wilson rolled his eyes and turned his head towards the doorway. "Why would I find us a place when we all know you wouldn't move?"
House appeared with towels under one arm and clear wrap in his left hand as he sat on the coffee table with the bucket. "Just because I haven't in years, doesn't mean I can't move." He pulled a wet leather shoe from the blue water and started squishing water out of it. "If I have to do the looking, lazy, it'll be take forever. I'm hard to please."
Wilson shoved gently on House's left knee with his bare foot. "You're lazy. You just don't want to do the looking."
Chase allowed his foot to be pulled up into House's towel covered lap and the wet leather shoe laced on. "When did we decide we're going to get a place together?"
House wrapped the wet leather shoe with clear wrap, carefully smoothing wrinkles out until the whole shoe was covered and then he wrapped that with a towel. "When I tripped over Wilson's bag, again."
"Oh. Okay." Chase lifted his other foot when House made grabby motions at it. "Shouldn't they have to soak in the blue longer than a few minutes?"
House smirked as he finished the clear wrap layer. "I put it on to soak as soon as I got here."
Wilson shook his head. "Cuddy was wondering if something was wrong with you. She asked me if you were sick since you went home early."
"One hour, that isn't early. It's my just due."
Chase laughed as Wilson shoved on House with his foot. House flicked water at Wilson and Chase leaned out of the way as they started fighting. It settled down as House tussled Wilson's hair with a wet hand. After some rearranging, House pulled Chase in to lean against him as they watched TV. Wilson put his feet up on the coffee table beside House's crossed feet. Chase wiggled his toes in the wet leather and smiled as he ignored the TV show in favor of wiggling his hand up under House's shirt.
House slapped at him. "Quit that. It tickles."
Smiling to himself, Chase drifted off to the sound of House and Wilson bickering over the channel they were watching.
****
Chase rubbed his eye as House kissed his neck and then rolled away. "Morning."
"Morning, sunshine. Time to strip off those shoes."
Chase rolled to watch as House braced himself in order to shove Wilson off the bed. "Why are you being meaner than usual?"
House smiled at him as Wilson yelped as he hit the floor. "This is meaner than usual for me? Seriously?"
"No." Wilson flipped House off from the floor. Chase smothered his laughter as House leaned forward and sucked Wilson's fingertip.
"House!" Pulling back, Wilson untangled himself from the covers he'd pulled off the bed with him. As he sat on the edge of the bed, Wilson frowned at Chase's feet. "He's blue."
Chase leaned up on his elbows and found himself looking at a blue foot. "House, why's my foot blue?"
House pulled off the other shoe and stripped off the last of the clear wrap from the bottom of the shoe. "It's called dye."
Annoyed, Chase rubbed at the edge of the blue. "House, this had better not be permanent."
"It'll slough off in a week or two." House checked each shoe carefully and then set them down beside Chase. "All done." House limped off with that swagger that Chase knew meant he was either on a sugar high or happy.
Wilson sighed and turned over one of the shoes. "Well, at least it'll be covered by the shoe."
Chase rubbed his feet together. He didn't actually mind so much, since it meant he had shoes like House had said he would and they were sure to fit him. "I'm sure he's done this to other people."
With a snort, Wilson stretched. "That's for sure. Come on. I'll make him reward you before breakfast if you promise to eat."
Grinning, Chase grabbed his new shoes and ducked into the bathroom as House exited. "Deal."
****
House teased the wiggling blue toes as Wilson held Chase mostly still. Brushing his fingers up Chase's foot across the blue ankle over the line to the white shin, House loved the little gasp he got as he skimmed his fingers across Chase's scrotum. Slipping his fingers back down Chase's leg, House watched as Chase gasped into his kiss with Wilson. House batted Wilson's hand away from Chase's shaft and started jacking him slowly. Wilson thumbed the head of Chase's cock and Chase broke the kiss to pant into Wilson's neck.
Gently, smoothly, twisting Chase's balls back and forth, House tightened his hand on Chase's dick. "What do you want, Robbie?" House slid a thumbnail along Chase's ankle where the skin changed color.
"Uh. More." Chase started to bring his hand to his cock, but Wilson captured that hand and lead it to Chase's knee.
"Hold yourself wide open for Greg."
House slid his fingers from Chase's cock down past his scrotum, across his perineum to his hole. Pressing against the opening with the pad of his fingers, House used his other hand to tease across Chase's foot. Chase panted as Wilson took over jacking him off. While House played with his chosen bits of skin. With a groan, Chase twisted in their grasp as Wilson thumbed the slit on the head of Chase's dick.
House danced his fingers across the skin between Chase's toes and the ball of his foot. Chase stiffened and came with a groan. House used the fingers of both hands to press in time with Chase's little jerks. As Wilson pulled one more pulse from Chase, House rubbed his fingers back across the perineum to roll Chase's balls between his fingers until Chase groaned and shuddered one more time.
Releasing Chase, House reached for the washcloth in the small bowl on the coffee table. Wringing it out, House dropped it with a splat on Chase's stomach. Smiling lazily as Wilson sighed and shook his head, House leaned back and captured Chase's foot to play with. He wasn't really hungry and Wilson would want to come before he'd cook breakfast anyway.
Wilson looked up from cleaning Chase's stomach. "Do you even know how to get to this thing, House?"
"The event?" House rolled and tugged on Chase's toe and was rewarded with a tiny pop from the toe and a groan from Chase. "Of course. I printed the map yesterday."
"Great." Wilson cocked his head as House caused another toe to pop. "What are you doing to him?"
House smiled "Turning him into a pile of goo."
Chase batted at him clumsily. "Don't stop."
Wilson stood up and cleared the supplies from the coffee table. "Don't break him too much. He still has to eat."
House waited until Wilson was almost into the kitchen. "Yes, mother." He made Chase's ankle pop as he said it, so Wilson wouldn't hear him over Chase's low moan.
"Shut up, House."
Well, he almost hadn't heard. House smirked down at Chase's continued moaning as he dug his finger into a different spot.
****
(Part 25)
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: Someone turns blue. At least a little.
Warnings: Mention of abuse in the past to more than one character (as if you hadn't already figured that out).
Beta: nightshadow_t2
And you thought I'd never update this again. Actually everyone should thank nightshadow_t2 because if she hadn't convinced me not to hate this it would have taken even longer to get posted.
(Part 23)
****
House narrowed his eyes at Wilson. The man was protecting his food far better than usual. "What is it?"
Wilson glanced up from the file he was reading. "What?"
House threw a fry at him. "Pay attention. What's wrong?"
Blinking, Wilson carefully closed the file he’d been pretending to read. "Nothing’s wrong."
Rolling his eyes, House made a grab for Wilson's sandwich only to get his hand smacked. "There is something wrong with you.” House pointed at Wilson with a french fry. “Don't make me torture you to get the truth."
Wilson sighed. "Not here."
****
Chase frowned at Cameron as she smiled at him, again. Turning to Foreman he started to ask what was so funny when Emma slipped into their office.
"Hi."
"Hi, Emma. You're out of school already?" Glancing at his watch, Chase saw that it was very late in the afternoon. He hadn’t paid attention to exactly when school let out since long before he came to work for House.
Emma clambered into the chair Foreman pushed out with his foot. "I walked straight here. I didn't talk to anyone. No one tried to kidnap me. And Mom said I could."
"Oookay."
"I'm supposed to give you this." Emma pulled her backpack around and pulled a book from it. "It's the Known World Handbook. Don't lose it or you'll never hear the end of it from Mom. Oh, and you'll like this..." Emma flipped open the book to a page that explained how to draw knot-work with just a grid of dots for a guide.
"That's neat." Chase found them paper and pens and ignored everyone else as he and Emma drew. It was better than worrying about what was going through his co-workers’ heads.
****
Wilson sighed as he sat down on the bench. "Look, it isn't anything bad."
"Yeah, and no one has ever heard that before."
"Really, it isn't...it just..." Scrubbing his hand across the back of his neck, Wilson looked at House through his lashes. "I, um, well, this morning..."
"Just spit it out."
"There was a point it became too much and I wanted you to stop, but I couldn't move to tell you." It didn't sound any better when he said it in a rush.
House pursed his lips for a few moments before saying, "I didn't know."
"I know that. You didn't do anything wrong. I just... You know that point where it quits being fun and becomes too much?"
Nodding, House leaned over and plucked grass from near them.
"Well, it did that and then tipped back over into pleasure again. I'm not upset. It...well, I thought you should know."
"Okay."
Wilson wanted to say something to make it better, but House was already walking away. "Dammit."
****
Chase tried to stay quiet as Cameron tried to engage Emma. He really wanted to just tell her that if Emma wasn't talking to her there was no point in trying. Covering his mouth to keep from laughing at them as Emma got in a sly comment on Cameron’s makeup, Chase glanced up as House come in.
Emma looked up and smiled at House. “Hi.”
“Hi. Did you walk straight here?”
Emma twisted in her chair and smirked at Chase before turning back to House. “Yes.”
“Anyone try to snatch you on the way here?”
“Nope, didn’t talk to anyone.”
House poked Cameron in the ribs with his cane until she relented and let him have her chair. She grabbed her cup and started to pour herself more coffee, completely ignoring House’s cup being waved at her. “Do you have permission to be here?”
“Mom said I could. I told him that.” Emma pointed at Chase.
House snatched Cameron’s cup as she went past him to sit beside Foreman. He took a large gulp while listening to her squawk before handing her back her cup. “Did you tell him to tell me you’d told him?”
Emma blinked, her forehead creased for a moment before she smiled at House. “No one told me to.”
House smirked. “When are you being picked up?”
Emma squirmed around in her chair to look at the clock. “About five minutes.”
“Homework?”
“Just have the must be signed by the parents’ sheets left.”
“What they don’t trust you to do your own homework?”
“Nope. They call it my parents’ homework.”
House rolled his eyes. “Give it here.”
Emma scrambled to pull her backpack off the table and put it between her and the back of her chair. “No way. You’ll get me a bad grade.”
“Well, we can’t have that can we?” Wilson pulled House’s cup from his hand and filled both his and House’s cup with coffee. “Of course, if House messes up your homework you could just tell your father to punish House instead of you.”
Emma smiled sweetly at House who scowled at Wilson.
“I see you’ve managed to make yourself memorable.”
Emma dropped off her chair and raced to her mother. “Mom!”
Over Emma’s head, Morgan waved at the others as she listened to her daughter’s excited babble about her day.
House nodded to Morgan before levering himself up and slipping into his office while everyone else was busy with the mushy family reunion.
****
Wilson waited for a few moments until he was certain everyone was occupied before following House into his office.
“Go away.”
“No.” Wilson leaned against the edge of House’s desk. “I don’t want you obsessing about this.”
House glared up at him. “Wilson.”
“Just listen to me for a second. I know that you have…problems, but I’ll get over what happened this morning. I mean, I liked it… I just…Look, you and I both know you did nothing wrong, House. Nothing. I’m not going to argue with you about it for the rest of the week.”
“I didn’t say a word.”
“You didn’t have to. And don’t go thinking that Chase just hasn’t mentioned something like that happening to him because he hasn’t had that happen to him with us.”
House narrowed his eyes. “How would you know? He doesn’t talk about anything.”
“Talk about what?” Chase closed the door behind him and sat down on the chair across from House’s desk.
House spun his chair around and leaned back to stare at his ceiling. “Wilson’s having a nervous breakdown.”
“Close.” Wilson gestured at House. “He’s upset because I got overwhelmed this morning, but I couldn’t ask him to stop. I’ve been trying to tell him it isn’t his fault.”
Chase shrugged. “It isn’t anyone’s fault.”
House turned his head to look at Chase. “I’ve done that to you too?”
“Sure.” Chase cocked his head at them. “You weren’t trying to hurt me. I know that so I don’t worry about it when something you do is a bit much. If you meant to hurt me then I’d want to stop and I’d tell you later. The first time it happens is always the hardest to sort through.”
Wilson watched House blink several times before turning to stare at the wall.
Chase stood and walked over to look down into House’s face. “You didn’t take anything we weren’t offering. We don’t think you’re like your piano teacher in any way. Just wanted you to know that.” Chase patted House’s shoulder and then went out the door into the hallway.
Wilson stared after him until it sunk in what he’d been saying. He turned to House and shifted uncomfortably. “I wasn’t trying to…”
“I know.”
“Okay.”
****
Chase leaned against the elevator wall since no one was there to see him. Tomorrow was Queen’s Prize and he still wasn’t sure about dealing with all those people. Not just because of the feast, but also how House would be…And Wilson. He’d be nervous too. Chase started to slip out the doors as soon as they started to open and nearly ran into Cuddy.
“Oh, sorry.”
Cuddy cocked her head. “Are you okay, Chase?”
Blinking, Chase tried to edge around Cuddy without looking like he was doing so. “I’m fine.” He froze as Cuddy moved to smoothly block his escape.
“That’s good. No more trouble with Cameron?”
Mentally sighing, Chase backed up to let Cuddy on the elevator. “No trouble.”
“Good. House seemed rushed the last time I saw him. Do you know if something is wrong?”
He forced himself to stand still. Cuddy had that curious almost serious expression that she did so well. No hope of escaping whatever this is. Lovely. Chase shrugged. “He’s House.”
Cuddy smiled. “Yes, I know. You seem happy. I’d like to know what you think about his friends.”
Chase cocked his head. It wasn’t often that anyone asked or cared to know what he thought except when House asked for and then shot down most of his ideas on a patient. “What I think doesn’t really matter. You’d have to talk to him about them.”
As the elevator opened, Chase slipped past the oncoming gurney and ducked around the nearest corner leaving Cuddy behind.
****
Chase hadn't been sure what to expect when he followed Wilson into House's apartment, but the horrible smell of wet leather hadn't been among the list of options. "Uh, House?"
House bustled out of the kitchen and threw a paper bag at Chase. "Here, pick what shade you want and take off your shoes and socks."
Blinking, Chase obeyed House's order as Wilson shed his coat and toed off his shoes. Pulling bottles from the bag, Chase found several shades of blue, each bottle top smeared with a color. He sorted through them until he found a blue he liked. "This one." He held up the bottle he'd chosen with the expectation that House would reject the choice.
House plucked the bottle, looked it over, and disappeared with it into the kitchen. "Find something to watch on TV."
Wilson turned the TV on and picked something gory before sitting and tucking his feet under Chase's leg. "What is he actually doing?"
House appeared at the doorway of the kitchen and flicked Wilson with water from his wooden spoon. "Keeping a promise. You should be surprised."
Chase lolled his head on the couch to look at House. "Why am I barefoot?"
"So I can torture you."
Nodding, Chase turned back to the TV. "Okay."
Wilson snorted and shook his head. "You are something." He twisted around, trying to scowl at House as he flicked more water. "Do you need help?"
House narrowed his eyes. "No." He disappeared into the kitchen again and yelled so they'd hear him. "When are you going to find us a bigger place, Wilson?"
Trying not to laugh at the shock on Wilson's face, Chase called back, "Why's Wilson the one that has to find a place?"
House appeared with a five gallon bucket in one hand and his cane in the other and hobbled his way around the corner of the couch. "Wilson's got the most experience with house hunting." He put the bucket on the coffee table and poked Chase's foot with his cane as he turned back towards the kitchen.
Blinking at that, Chase raised his eyebrows at Wilson as House disappeared back into the kitchen. Wilson rolled his eyes and turned his head towards the doorway. "Why would I find us a place when we all know you wouldn't move?"
House appeared with towels under one arm and clear wrap in his left hand as he sat on the coffee table with the bucket. "Just because I haven't in years, doesn't mean I can't move." He pulled a wet leather shoe from the blue water and started squishing water out of it. "If I have to do the looking, lazy, it'll be take forever. I'm hard to please."
Wilson shoved gently on House's left knee with his bare foot. "You're lazy. You just don't want to do the looking."
Chase allowed his foot to be pulled up into House's towel covered lap and the wet leather shoe laced on. "When did we decide we're going to get a place together?"
House wrapped the wet leather shoe with clear wrap, carefully smoothing wrinkles out until the whole shoe was covered and then he wrapped that with a towel. "When I tripped over Wilson's bag, again."
"Oh. Okay." Chase lifted his other foot when House made grabby motions at it. "Shouldn't they have to soak in the blue longer than a few minutes?"
House smirked as he finished the clear wrap layer. "I put it on to soak as soon as I got here."
Wilson shook his head. "Cuddy was wondering if something was wrong with you. She asked me if you were sick since you went home early."
"One hour, that isn't early. It's my just due."
Chase laughed as Wilson shoved on House with his foot. House flicked water at Wilson and Chase leaned out of the way as they started fighting. It settled down as House tussled Wilson's hair with a wet hand. After some rearranging, House pulled Chase in to lean against him as they watched TV. Wilson put his feet up on the coffee table beside House's crossed feet. Chase wiggled his toes in the wet leather and smiled as he ignored the TV show in favor of wiggling his hand up under House's shirt.
House slapped at him. "Quit that. It tickles."
Smiling to himself, Chase drifted off to the sound of House and Wilson bickering over the channel they were watching.
****
Chase rubbed his eye as House kissed his neck and then rolled away. "Morning."
"Morning, sunshine. Time to strip off those shoes."
Chase rolled to watch as House braced himself in order to shove Wilson off the bed. "Why are you being meaner than usual?"
House smiled at him as Wilson yelped as he hit the floor. "This is meaner than usual for me? Seriously?"
"No." Wilson flipped House off from the floor. Chase smothered his laughter as House leaned forward and sucked Wilson's fingertip.
"House!" Pulling back, Wilson untangled himself from the covers he'd pulled off the bed with him. As he sat on the edge of the bed, Wilson frowned at Chase's feet. "He's blue."
Chase leaned up on his elbows and found himself looking at a blue foot. "House, why's my foot blue?"
House pulled off the other shoe and stripped off the last of the clear wrap from the bottom of the shoe. "It's called dye."
Annoyed, Chase rubbed at the edge of the blue. "House, this had better not be permanent."
"It'll slough off in a week or two." House checked each shoe carefully and then set them down beside Chase. "All done." House limped off with that swagger that Chase knew meant he was either on a sugar high or happy.
Wilson sighed and turned over one of the shoes. "Well, at least it'll be covered by the shoe."
Chase rubbed his feet together. He didn't actually mind so much, since it meant he had shoes like House had said he would and they were sure to fit him. "I'm sure he's done this to other people."
With a snort, Wilson stretched. "That's for sure. Come on. I'll make him reward you before breakfast if you promise to eat."
Grinning, Chase grabbed his new shoes and ducked into the bathroom as House exited. "Deal."
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House teased the wiggling blue toes as Wilson held Chase mostly still. Brushing his fingers up Chase's foot across the blue ankle over the line to the white shin, House loved the little gasp he got as he skimmed his fingers across Chase's scrotum. Slipping his fingers back down Chase's leg, House watched as Chase gasped into his kiss with Wilson. House batted Wilson's hand away from Chase's shaft and started jacking him slowly. Wilson thumbed the head of Chase's cock and Chase broke the kiss to pant into Wilson's neck.
Gently, smoothly, twisting Chase's balls back and forth, House tightened his hand on Chase's dick. "What do you want, Robbie?" House slid a thumbnail along Chase's ankle where the skin changed color.
"Uh. More." Chase started to bring his hand to his cock, but Wilson captured that hand and lead it to Chase's knee.
"Hold yourself wide open for Greg."
House slid his fingers from Chase's cock down past his scrotum, across his perineum to his hole. Pressing against the opening with the pad of his fingers, House used his other hand to tease across Chase's foot. Chase panted as Wilson took over jacking him off. While House played with his chosen bits of skin. With a groan, Chase twisted in their grasp as Wilson thumbed the slit on the head of Chase's dick.
House danced his fingers across the skin between Chase's toes and the ball of his foot. Chase stiffened and came with a groan. House used the fingers of both hands to press in time with Chase's little jerks. As Wilson pulled one more pulse from Chase, House rubbed his fingers back across the perineum to roll Chase's balls between his fingers until Chase groaned and shuddered one more time.
Releasing Chase, House reached for the washcloth in the small bowl on the coffee table. Wringing it out, House dropped it with a splat on Chase's stomach. Smiling lazily as Wilson sighed and shook his head, House leaned back and captured Chase's foot to play with. He wasn't really hungry and Wilson would want to come before he'd cook breakfast anyway.
Wilson looked up from cleaning Chase's stomach. "Do you even know how to get to this thing, House?"
"The event?" House rolled and tugged on Chase's toe and was rewarded with a tiny pop from the toe and a groan from Chase. "Of course. I printed the map yesterday."
"Great." Wilson cocked his head as House caused another toe to pop. "What are you doing to him?"
House smiled "Turning him into a pile of goo."
Chase batted at him clumsily. "Don't stop."
Wilson stood up and cleared the supplies from the coffee table. "Don't break him too much. He still has to eat."
House waited until Wilson was almost into the kitchen. "Yes, mother." He made Chase's ankle pop as he said it, so Wilson wouldn't hear him over Chase's low moan.
"Shut up, House."
Well, he almost hadn't heard. House smirked down at Chase's continued moaning as he dug his finger into a different spot.
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(Part 25)