Picture Puzzles Part 6
Title: Picture Puzzles Part 6/?
Rating: NC-17
Paring: House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Summary: House worried can be both good and bad.
Warnings: Mention of abuse in the past to more than one character.
Oh, lookie, I've a shiny new beta in the form of
recrudescence who is helping fix the older parts as well as the new parts. As parts are fixed I'll note it on them (seeing has I think I've figured out how to edit, maybe).
(Part 5)
*****
As Chase and Wilson approached the car Chase wasn’t that surprised to find House in the back seat on the passenger side. It was easier to stretch the leg across the seat or put it in the footwell that way. Wilson sighed and got in the driver’s seat. Chase walked around the front of the car, pulled the passenger door open, and stopped.
"House, what’d you want done with your coat?"
"Nothing. Put your new toy and your coat on the seat and get back here."
What’s he want now? Chase set his new instrument and coat in the front passenger seat with House’s coat and closed the door. Chase walked around the car and opened the rear driver’s side door and stopped again.
Chase bent down to look at House through the open door. That’s his ‘I’m doing evil. Wanna watch?’ face. This’ll probably be fun. Chase tapped the toe of the offending foot. "House, your leg’s in the way."
"No, it’s not." House beckoned him in. Chase didn’t argue; he simply slid into the seat sitting as far forward as possible. House reached out and pulled him closer.
Chase watched Wilson watching them as House situated them where he wanted them. House ended up against the passenger side door with his right leg in the footwell and his left leg stretched along the seat. House had pulled Chase to sit between his thighs with the younger man’s back against his chest. House fussed with the seatbelts until he had both of them belted in.
"Home, James."
"I hate when you say that." Wilson started the car and started for House’s. "House, what are you up to?"
House grinned at Wilson. "Turn the heat up some for Chase."
Chase turned his head to peer over his shoulder at House. "I’m not that cold."
House pushed on Chase’s shoulders until he leaned forward and before anything could be said, pulled Chase’s turtleneck up and off. He threw it over the seat to lay with the discarded coats.
"House!"
House’s answering voice was calm. "Wilson. It’s not indecent exposure, he still has his pants on." House pulled Chase back against him and said in Chase’s ear loud enough for Wilson to hear. "At least for now."
Chase shivered, but it wasn’t from cold. He let House place his right hand on the seatback in front of them and let him push his left arm up.
"Hold your head to the side for me."
Chase buried his hand in his hair and tilted his head to expose the right side of his neck. House swiped his tongue along the line of marks. Chase pulled in a quick breath and drew his lower lip between his teeth.
"That’s my Robbie. Let’s show Wilson what sounds you can make, hmm?" House began roaming his left hand across Chase’s chest and stomach pulling at skin here and rubbing skin there. He snaked his right hand around to rub at a spot just above Chase’s waistband. Chase shivered and gasped quietly.
"Look at Wilson, Robbie. See how he’s watching us as much as he can in the mirror." Chase looked up and his eyes collided with Wilson’s. They stared at each other while House continued pulling and rubbing patches of skin. Finally Wilson was forced to look back at the road.
Wilson’s voice sounded strangled. "House."
"Don’t pull over, Wilson, we’ll get arrested if you do. Just drive. If you catch a red light I’ve a treat for you." House's calm voice was maddening.
Chase twisted slightly trying to get House’s right hand to do something, anything, besides rubbing that one spot just above his waistband. House nipped his neck causing Chase to whimper and buck slightly. House brought his left hand across to rub at one of the bite marks he’d put on Chase’s chest that morning.
"Know who you belong to, Robbie? Know who you belong with?" House lightly drew a fingernail down from the bite mark to the nipple below, all the while keeping up the light rubbing with his right hand.
A small mewl escaped Chase. He loosed the grip he had on his own hair and nodded.
"Tell Wilson, Robbie." House’s calm voice washed over Chase’s fevered skin. House teased the skin surrounding the younger man’s nipple and kept his right hand rubbing at that same frustrating spot.
Chase squirmed. His voice was breathy as he answered, "You, and Wilson."
House pulled sharply on the nipple he’d been teasing. "What’d he say to call him?"
Chase’s eyes closed as his body arched and he gave a small moan.
House flicked the nipple. "Eyes on Wilson."
Chase grunted, snapped his eyes open, and gasped, "James."
House moved his right hand and started rubbing a new spot closer to Chase’s waistband. "Good, Robbie. Who else?"
Chase let his head fall back onto House’s left shoulder keeping his eyes on the mirror where he could see Wilson’s eyes watching them more than the road. "You, House."
House moved his right hand to the waistband and rubbed hard enough to be felt through the layers of cloth, still in just one spot. House’s voice was calm. "Ours, Robbie. We could do anything to you, couldn’t we?" House let his left hand wander, gently pulling and pinching Chase’s skin.
Chase arched and started panting. "Yes." Chase could feel House’s smile against the skin of his neck.
House rubbed firmly down from Chase’s waistband across the obvious bulge below. Chase shivered and gasped. He could see Wilson watching in the rearview mirror. House nipped at his earlobe. Chase began chewing his lip, drawing shallow breaths through his nose.
"Red light’s coming up. Want to give Jimmy his treat?" House’s voice was still maddeningly calm.
"Yes, please." Chase moaned and twisted as House lightened his rubbing on Chase’s erection.
"Save the begging for later. Jimmy, hand." House leaned forward enough to allow Wilson’s hand to reach Chase. "You get a good hold on his left nipple, Jimmy."
Chase whimpered. Wilson grasped the nipple and rolled it between his fingers. House nipped at Chase’s neck as he brought his left hand across under Wilson’s to grasp Chase’s other nipple. Without warning House yanked backwards pulling Chase from Wilson’s grasp as he clamped down on the nipple he held. Chase gave a strangled shout and bucked hard against House’s hands.
"Oh, God." Wilson turned his head towards them and watched as House bit hard on Chase’s neck as he moved his hand across to the nipple Wilson had just let go of. House lifted his head.
"Light, James." House rubbed the abused nipple firmly with the pad of his thumb.
Wilson grunted and went back to alternating between driving and watching them in the mirror while avidly listening to the sounds coming from Chase. House smiled into the skin of Chase’s neck again as he pressed his right hand firmly to the younger man’s cloth covered cock.
"These marks we’ve made on you will fade." House licked the darkest bite mark on Chase’s neck. Chase gave a short needy moan. "We won’t mark your neck very often, but…" House bit the outer edge of Chase’s ear lightly before continuing, "We could mark you some where else." House trailed his left hand light from nipple to nipple. "Somewhere less…visible."
Chase panted heavily and tried to press himself further into House’s right hand with tiny jerks of his hips.
"Think about it, Robbie. Spread naked on your hands and knees waiting for us to mark you as ours. Feeling it later, even after your clothes were back on."
Chase pulled his head further to the side and squirmed in House’s hands. Chase felt mesmerized by House’s steady voice and set on fire by Wilson’s heated looks.
House went back to pulling and pinching skin with his left hand as he began to slowly pump Chase’s erection through his clothing with the other hand. "Jimmy’s never fucked a man before Robbie. I want to see that." House stopped speaking just long enough to bite Chase’s neck. "Want to help him prep you. Fingerfuck you until you howl. Then let you suck me while Wilson rides you."
Chase groaned and squirmed harder. Wilson’s eyes widened and grew even darker. "Please."
"Please, what, Robbie?"
Chase bucked sharply. "Mark me. Fuck me."
House smiled. "You want me to fuck you? To have Jimmy hold you down firmly while I thrust in and out of you. Maybe Jimmy would want to fuck you once I was done with you. Think about it, Robbie. To have Jimmy be able to just glide into you, gripping your hips tightly enough to deepen the bruises I would have already made."
Wilson whimpered and the car swerved slightly. Chase moaned and thrust faster against House’s hand.
"Jimmy likes that idea, Robbie. We could do that to him one day, couldn’t we? I’d hold him, ravish his mouth while you fuck him. Then I’d roll him over and thrust deep into him." House brought his left hand up to Chase’s mouth and let the younger man suck in his fingers. "You’d catch your breath and then you’d thrust your fingers into him alongside my dick. He’d scream, wouldn’t he, Robbie?"
Chase bucked and squirmed, moaning around the fingers in his mouth.
"House." Wilson sounded desperate.
"Nearly home, Robbie. Rut against my hand. Come for me." The casual tone was belied by nearly frantic movement of his fingers in and out of Chase’s mouth.
Chase thrust and bucked harder. He clenched and unclenched the hand in his hair. His right hand came down off the seatback to press House's hand harder to him. The soft grunts he made catching in the back of his throat.
House tightened his grip. "Come for both Jimmy and me, love." The last word whispered in his ear before House latched onto his neck and sucked hard.
Chase arched and spasmed. His eyes sliding closed to a last sight of Wilson watching him come.
****
Wilson threw the car into park and shut it down, torn between elation and regret that it was over. He adjusted himself before reaching over to throw Chase’s coat into the back. "Here."
House helped Chase into his coat. "You’re going to have to help him out. I think I broke him."
Making sure he had the carrybag firmly in hand with House’s coat and the discarded turtleneck; Wilson opened the back door. "You broke me."
House grinned up at him. "Nah. You’re still talking. Look, walking even."
Chase was manhandled out of the car. Wilson leaned him against the side of the car. "You okay?"
A small grunt and a shaky nod was his response. They waited for House to extract himself from the car, and headed in.
Once inside with the door firmly shut, House turned Chase towards him and pulled him into a deep openmouthed kiss. "You did very well. Go clean up and change into sweat bottoms. Nothing else."
Chase blinked, nodded, and headed down the hallway. Wilson watched House start to shake.
"House?"
House sat down heavily on what was becoming ‘his’ end of the couch. "It’s okay."
Wilson sat down on the other end of the couch, hoping that was close enough to help, but far enough to not cause harm. "You don’t look okay."
House snorted. "It does something for him to be held down. Safety or belonging, maybe both. It doesn’t do that for me, James."
Oh, and it’s hard for you to do that to him, for him. "What does it do to you, House?" Wilson kept his eyes firmly on the blank television, knowing that House could retreat at any moment.
"What do you think it does?"
"Looks like it makes you anxious."
House gave a short bitter laugh. "Scares the crap out of me. I was big enough to know it wasn’t my fault, but too small to stop him. I was too ashamed to try to tell Mom. I tried to tell Dad but he didn’t believe me. He beat me every time I tried to tell him about what was happening. So, I just stopped talking about it."
And haven't talked about it until now. He's not going to let me hug him and getting mad won't solve anything. Wilson laid his right hand, palm up, on the empty cushion between them and stayed silent.
House curled up enough to lay his head on Wilson’s hand.
"He never raped me. It was a small favor. I hate jello and I can’t sit at an upright piano for more than a couple of songs. Chase was lucky all his mom did was yell."
Wilson wasn’t sure what that last statement referred to, but it didn’t matter, he’d ask Chase later. Somewhere along the way you learned how to eat jello while lying so well I never even noticed you hated it. "How’d it stop?"
"Mom came to pick me up early one day. Considering what she said to him and what she said to Dad you never want to make Mom angry."
"I’ll keep that in mind." Wilson could feel eyes on him. He turned his head to see Chase standing stunned in the doorway. "You worried that doing something Chase wants makes you like that man?"
House shuddered. "God, no." House pulled himself back into a sitting position. "I can’t help but picture myself in his place sometimes. I'm fine." House dropped his head to his chest. "We’re never talking about this again, understand Robbie, Jimmy?"
Chase swallowed heavily. "I don’t have to be held down."
House was up, around the end of the couch, and had pressed Chase back into the wall so fast Wilson almost missed that it had happened.
"You are ours, Robbie. Mine. Wilson’s. Just like we're yours. I will do what I want with you."
Chase nodded. "Yes. Okay. We never speak of it again."
House released Chase and turned to Wilson.
He let me know he needed to stop this morning. I'm just going to have to trust that he isn't lying too much with the 'I'm fine' line. And watch for stop signals in House-speak. "Okay, House, but whenever you need to slow down or stop we aren’t going to mind. Right, Robert?"
Chase nodded. House gave one curt nod and moved back to the couch.
"Come here, Robbie. It’s Jimmy’s turn to play."
When all that happened for a long time was sitting on the couch and watching television, no one commented.
****
House looked at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth before joining the others in bed. It didn’t hurt near as much as I expected to admit that to them. At least they didn’t try to cuddle. Wilson was a lot quieter about it than I thought he’d be. That should worry me. House finished up and went into the bedroom.
Chase had the middle again and was lying on his back watching Wilson dig through his bag. House looked around his bedroom. There was Chase’s bag tucked under the foot of the bed and Wilson’s bag against the wall. House turned to his closet. There isn’t that much extra room, but if I moved some stuff... House thought for a moment. That should work. "You both are getting closet space tomorrow. I’m tried of tripping over your bags."
Wilson nodded and then looked up from his bag. "What’d you want me to wear to bed?"
"Just pants like Chase. I’ve plans."
Wilson rummaged through his bag for a moment before looking up again and snorting. "I bet you do."
House grabbed Wilson and drew him into a deep kiss as he started to pass by headed for the bathroom. "Hurry up in there."
House joined Chase in the bed. "You sleeping in the middle tonight?"
Chase nodded. "Wilson sleeps harder than I do."
"Hmm." House fingered the hem of his shirt. "Worry and I’ll kick you to the couch. Wilson worries enough for the three of us."
"No worries." Chase grinned. "I want what you talked about in the car."
House smirked. "Which one?"
Chase smirked back. "All of them." Chase glanced at the bathroom. "He’s unsure of what he’s doing. What you talked about would help him learn. Even if it hurts some I won’t mind."
House pushed Chase flat. "Just an edge of pain, right?"
Chase relaxed as House’s thumb brushed across a bite mark on his chest. "It’s the best."
"Hmm. Let’s wait for Jimmy."
Chase murmured his agreement and settled down to wait.
*****
A/N: So, this was my first try at anything remotely resembling smut and comments on how you think I did would be very welcome. :)
More A/N's if you want to read.
(Part 7)
Rating: NC-17
Paring: House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Summary: House worried can be both good and bad.
Warnings: Mention of abuse in the past to more than one character.
Oh, lookie, I've a shiny new beta in the form of
recrudescence who is helping fix the older parts as well as the new parts. As parts are fixed I'll note it on them (seeing has I think I've figured out how to edit, maybe).
(Part 5)
*****
As Chase and Wilson approached the car Chase wasn’t that surprised to find House in the back seat on the passenger side. It was easier to stretch the leg across the seat or put it in the footwell that way. Wilson sighed and got in the driver’s seat. Chase walked around the front of the car, pulled the passenger door open, and stopped.
"House, what’d you want done with your coat?"
"Nothing. Put your new toy and your coat on the seat and get back here."
What’s he want now? Chase set his new instrument and coat in the front passenger seat with House’s coat and closed the door. Chase walked around the car and opened the rear driver’s side door and stopped again.
Chase bent down to look at House through the open door. That’s his ‘I’m doing evil. Wanna watch?’ face. This’ll probably be fun. Chase tapped the toe of the offending foot. "House, your leg’s in the way."
"No, it’s not." House beckoned him in. Chase didn’t argue; he simply slid into the seat sitting as far forward as possible. House reached out and pulled him closer.
Chase watched Wilson watching them as House situated them where he wanted them. House ended up against the passenger side door with his right leg in the footwell and his left leg stretched along the seat. House had pulled Chase to sit between his thighs with the younger man’s back against his chest. House fussed with the seatbelts until he had both of them belted in.
"Home, James."
"I hate when you say that." Wilson started the car and started for House’s. "House, what are you up to?"
House grinned at Wilson. "Turn the heat up some for Chase."
Chase turned his head to peer over his shoulder at House. "I’m not that cold."
House pushed on Chase’s shoulders until he leaned forward and before anything could be said, pulled Chase’s turtleneck up and off. He threw it over the seat to lay with the discarded coats.
"House!"
House’s answering voice was calm. "Wilson. It’s not indecent exposure, he still has his pants on." House pulled Chase back against him and said in Chase’s ear loud enough for Wilson to hear. "At least for now."
Chase shivered, but it wasn’t from cold. He let House place his right hand on the seatback in front of them and let him push his left arm up.
"Hold your head to the side for me."
Chase buried his hand in his hair and tilted his head to expose the right side of his neck. House swiped his tongue along the line of marks. Chase pulled in a quick breath and drew his lower lip between his teeth.
"That’s my Robbie. Let’s show Wilson what sounds you can make, hmm?" House began roaming his left hand across Chase’s chest and stomach pulling at skin here and rubbing skin there. He snaked his right hand around to rub at a spot just above Chase’s waistband. Chase shivered and gasped quietly.
"Look at Wilson, Robbie. See how he’s watching us as much as he can in the mirror." Chase looked up and his eyes collided with Wilson’s. They stared at each other while House continued pulling and rubbing patches of skin. Finally Wilson was forced to look back at the road.
Wilson’s voice sounded strangled. "House."
"Don’t pull over, Wilson, we’ll get arrested if you do. Just drive. If you catch a red light I’ve a treat for you." House's calm voice was maddening.
Chase twisted slightly trying to get House’s right hand to do something, anything, besides rubbing that one spot just above his waistband. House nipped his neck causing Chase to whimper and buck slightly. House brought his left hand across to rub at one of the bite marks he’d put on Chase’s chest that morning.
"Know who you belong to, Robbie? Know who you belong with?" House lightly drew a fingernail down from the bite mark to the nipple below, all the while keeping up the light rubbing with his right hand.
A small mewl escaped Chase. He loosed the grip he had on his own hair and nodded.
"Tell Wilson, Robbie." House’s calm voice washed over Chase’s fevered skin. House teased the skin surrounding the younger man’s nipple and kept his right hand rubbing at that same frustrating spot.
Chase squirmed. His voice was breathy as he answered, "You, and Wilson."
House pulled sharply on the nipple he’d been teasing. "What’d he say to call him?"
Chase’s eyes closed as his body arched and he gave a small moan.
House flicked the nipple. "Eyes on Wilson."
Chase grunted, snapped his eyes open, and gasped, "James."
House moved his right hand and started rubbing a new spot closer to Chase’s waistband. "Good, Robbie. Who else?"
Chase let his head fall back onto House’s left shoulder keeping his eyes on the mirror where he could see Wilson’s eyes watching them more than the road. "You, House."
House moved his right hand to the waistband and rubbed hard enough to be felt through the layers of cloth, still in just one spot. House’s voice was calm. "Ours, Robbie. We could do anything to you, couldn’t we?" House let his left hand wander, gently pulling and pinching Chase’s skin.
Chase arched and started panting. "Yes." Chase could feel House’s smile against the skin of his neck.
House rubbed firmly down from Chase’s waistband across the obvious bulge below. Chase shivered and gasped. He could see Wilson watching in the rearview mirror. House nipped at his earlobe. Chase began chewing his lip, drawing shallow breaths through his nose.
"Red light’s coming up. Want to give Jimmy his treat?" House’s voice was still maddeningly calm.
"Yes, please." Chase moaned and twisted as House lightened his rubbing on Chase’s erection.
"Save the begging for later. Jimmy, hand." House leaned forward enough to allow Wilson’s hand to reach Chase. "You get a good hold on his left nipple, Jimmy."
Chase whimpered. Wilson grasped the nipple and rolled it between his fingers. House nipped at Chase’s neck as he brought his left hand across under Wilson’s to grasp Chase’s other nipple. Without warning House yanked backwards pulling Chase from Wilson’s grasp as he clamped down on the nipple he held. Chase gave a strangled shout and bucked hard against House’s hands.
"Oh, God." Wilson turned his head towards them and watched as House bit hard on Chase’s neck as he moved his hand across to the nipple Wilson had just let go of. House lifted his head.
"Light, James." House rubbed the abused nipple firmly with the pad of his thumb.
Wilson grunted and went back to alternating between driving and watching them in the mirror while avidly listening to the sounds coming from Chase. House smiled into the skin of Chase’s neck again as he pressed his right hand firmly to the younger man’s cloth covered cock.
"These marks we’ve made on you will fade." House licked the darkest bite mark on Chase’s neck. Chase gave a short needy moan. "We won’t mark your neck very often, but…" House bit the outer edge of Chase’s ear lightly before continuing, "We could mark you some where else." House trailed his left hand light from nipple to nipple. "Somewhere less…visible."
Chase panted heavily and tried to press himself further into House’s right hand with tiny jerks of his hips.
"Think about it, Robbie. Spread naked on your hands and knees waiting for us to mark you as ours. Feeling it later, even after your clothes were back on."
Chase pulled his head further to the side and squirmed in House’s hands. Chase felt mesmerized by House’s steady voice and set on fire by Wilson’s heated looks.
House went back to pulling and pinching skin with his left hand as he began to slowly pump Chase’s erection through his clothing with the other hand. "Jimmy’s never fucked a man before Robbie. I want to see that." House stopped speaking just long enough to bite Chase’s neck. "Want to help him prep you. Fingerfuck you until you howl. Then let you suck me while Wilson rides you."
Chase groaned and squirmed harder. Wilson’s eyes widened and grew even darker. "Please."
"Please, what, Robbie?"
Chase bucked sharply. "Mark me. Fuck me."
House smiled. "You want me to fuck you? To have Jimmy hold you down firmly while I thrust in and out of you. Maybe Jimmy would want to fuck you once I was done with you. Think about it, Robbie. To have Jimmy be able to just glide into you, gripping your hips tightly enough to deepen the bruises I would have already made."
Wilson whimpered and the car swerved slightly. Chase moaned and thrust faster against House’s hand.
"Jimmy likes that idea, Robbie. We could do that to him one day, couldn’t we? I’d hold him, ravish his mouth while you fuck him. Then I’d roll him over and thrust deep into him." House brought his left hand up to Chase’s mouth and let the younger man suck in his fingers. "You’d catch your breath and then you’d thrust your fingers into him alongside my dick. He’d scream, wouldn’t he, Robbie?"
Chase bucked and squirmed, moaning around the fingers in his mouth.
"House." Wilson sounded desperate.
"Nearly home, Robbie. Rut against my hand. Come for me." The casual tone was belied by nearly frantic movement of his fingers in and out of Chase’s mouth.
Chase thrust and bucked harder. He clenched and unclenched the hand in his hair. His right hand came down off the seatback to press House's hand harder to him. The soft grunts he made catching in the back of his throat.
House tightened his grip. "Come for both Jimmy and me, love." The last word whispered in his ear before House latched onto his neck and sucked hard.
Chase arched and spasmed. His eyes sliding closed to a last sight of Wilson watching him come.
****
Wilson threw the car into park and shut it down, torn between elation and regret that it was over. He adjusted himself before reaching over to throw Chase’s coat into the back. "Here."
House helped Chase into his coat. "You’re going to have to help him out. I think I broke him."
Making sure he had the carrybag firmly in hand with House’s coat and the discarded turtleneck; Wilson opened the back door. "You broke me."
House grinned up at him. "Nah. You’re still talking. Look, walking even."
Chase was manhandled out of the car. Wilson leaned him against the side of the car. "You okay?"
A small grunt and a shaky nod was his response. They waited for House to extract himself from the car, and headed in.
Once inside with the door firmly shut, House turned Chase towards him and pulled him into a deep openmouthed kiss. "You did very well. Go clean up and change into sweat bottoms. Nothing else."
Chase blinked, nodded, and headed down the hallway. Wilson watched House start to shake.
"House?"
House sat down heavily on what was becoming ‘his’ end of the couch. "It’s okay."
Wilson sat down on the other end of the couch, hoping that was close enough to help, but far enough to not cause harm. "You don’t look okay."
House snorted. "It does something for him to be held down. Safety or belonging, maybe both. It doesn’t do that for me, James."
Oh, and it’s hard for you to do that to him, for him. "What does it do to you, House?" Wilson kept his eyes firmly on the blank television, knowing that House could retreat at any moment.
"What do you think it does?"
"Looks like it makes you anxious."
House gave a short bitter laugh. "Scares the crap out of me. I was big enough to know it wasn’t my fault, but too small to stop him. I was too ashamed to try to tell Mom. I tried to tell Dad but he didn’t believe me. He beat me every time I tried to tell him about what was happening. So, I just stopped talking about it."
And haven't talked about it until now. He's not going to let me hug him and getting mad won't solve anything. Wilson laid his right hand, palm up, on the empty cushion between them and stayed silent.
House curled up enough to lay his head on Wilson’s hand.
"He never raped me. It was a small favor. I hate jello and I can’t sit at an upright piano for more than a couple of songs. Chase was lucky all his mom did was yell."
Wilson wasn’t sure what that last statement referred to, but it didn’t matter, he’d ask Chase later. Somewhere along the way you learned how to eat jello while lying so well I never even noticed you hated it. "How’d it stop?"
"Mom came to pick me up early one day. Considering what she said to him and what she said to Dad you never want to make Mom angry."
"I’ll keep that in mind." Wilson could feel eyes on him. He turned his head to see Chase standing stunned in the doorway. "You worried that doing something Chase wants makes you like that man?"
House shuddered. "God, no." House pulled himself back into a sitting position. "I can’t help but picture myself in his place sometimes. I'm fine." House dropped his head to his chest. "We’re never talking about this again, understand Robbie, Jimmy?"
Chase swallowed heavily. "I don’t have to be held down."
House was up, around the end of the couch, and had pressed Chase back into the wall so fast Wilson almost missed that it had happened.
"You are ours, Robbie. Mine. Wilson’s. Just like we're yours. I will do what I want with you."
Chase nodded. "Yes. Okay. We never speak of it again."
House released Chase and turned to Wilson.
He let me know he needed to stop this morning. I'm just going to have to trust that he isn't lying too much with the 'I'm fine' line. And watch for stop signals in House-speak. "Okay, House, but whenever you need to slow down or stop we aren’t going to mind. Right, Robert?"
Chase nodded. House gave one curt nod and moved back to the couch.
"Come here, Robbie. It’s Jimmy’s turn to play."
When all that happened for a long time was sitting on the couch and watching television, no one commented.
****
House looked at himself in the mirror as he brushed his teeth before joining the others in bed. It didn’t hurt near as much as I expected to admit that to them. At least they didn’t try to cuddle. Wilson was a lot quieter about it than I thought he’d be. That should worry me. House finished up and went into the bedroom.
Chase had the middle again and was lying on his back watching Wilson dig through his bag. House looked around his bedroom. There was Chase’s bag tucked under the foot of the bed and Wilson’s bag against the wall. House turned to his closet. There isn’t that much extra room, but if I moved some stuff... House thought for a moment. That should work. "You both are getting closet space tomorrow. I’m tried of tripping over your bags."
Wilson nodded and then looked up from his bag. "What’d you want me to wear to bed?"
"Just pants like Chase. I’ve plans."
Wilson rummaged through his bag for a moment before looking up again and snorting. "I bet you do."
House grabbed Wilson and drew him into a deep kiss as he started to pass by headed for the bathroom. "Hurry up in there."
House joined Chase in the bed. "You sleeping in the middle tonight?"
Chase nodded. "Wilson sleeps harder than I do."
"Hmm." House fingered the hem of his shirt. "Worry and I’ll kick you to the couch. Wilson worries enough for the three of us."
"No worries." Chase grinned. "I want what you talked about in the car."
House smirked. "Which one?"
Chase smirked back. "All of them." Chase glanced at the bathroom. "He’s unsure of what he’s doing. What you talked about would help him learn. Even if it hurts some I won’t mind."
House pushed Chase flat. "Just an edge of pain, right?"
Chase relaxed as House’s thumb brushed across a bite mark on his chest. "It’s the best."
"Hmm. Let’s wait for Jimmy."
Chase murmured his agreement and settled down to wait.
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A/N: So, this was my first try at anything remotely resembling smut and comments on how you think I did would be very welcome. :)
More A/N's if you want to read.
(Part 7)