Picture Puzzles Part 7
Title: Picture Puzzles 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
Authour Notes if you care to read.
(Part 6)
Wilson let the water run in the sink as he fingered the single mark on either shoulder at the base of his neck. This is crazy. We’re all so messed up. I have no idea how this is going to work. Wilson blinked at his reflection. You love him; you loved him before Julie, you just never admitted it. And you’re half in love with Robert because Greg loves him. If you had not started seeing his, and your own, attraction to Chase you’d still be in denial, wouldn’t you, James?
Wilson leaned against the counter and hung his head. I want House so badly I can taste it, but he’s nowhere near ready to be naked in front of us, let alone let me make love to him. It’ll be a victory when he invites us to mark him and he won’t do that until he can let us both do it. Wilson pushed himself back upright and stared into his own eyes. You are about to do a whole lot more with them than a mutual hand job, James.
Wilson took a deep breath and shut off the water. They’ll stop if you need to, you know that. Quit worrying. If you don’t go out there soon, House will come after you. Wilson grimaced at the thought of what House would say about him hiding in the bathroom and opened the bathroom door.
****
Chase was tried of waiting. "Is he all right, you think?"
House quit digging around in the drawer of his bedside table and turned to look at Chase. "He’s worrying. I’ll give him two more minutes, then I’ll yell."
"Worrying about him or you?"
"Him, right now." House went back to digging through his drawer. "He’ll quit worrying once he starts panting."
Chase brushed his finger across his left nipple and shivered at the sensation the sore skin gave him. "Yeah, probably."
"Found it." House pulled out his find and handed the bottle to Chase.
"Massage oil. Oh, unscented." Chase looked up at House. "You don’t have any lube, do you?"
House smirked and snaked his hand back into the drawer. "Lube and condoms. What do you think I am, unsafe or something?"
"Or something." Wilson crawled into the bed and settled cross-legged next to Chase.
"Didn’t ask you." House dropped the supplies from the drawer on Chase’s stomach. Chase moved everything off of himself to sit near the edge of the bed. "How far have you gone before, Jimmy?"
Wilson dropped his eyes and picked at the sheet under them. "Um. Not far."
"Wilson."
Wilson sighed. "Hand job with this jock. He climaxed and I was about to when we got caught."
Chase looked back and forth between the other two. This is when I keep my mouth shut and let House deal with him.
"What happened, Jimmy?" House reached across Chase and pulled Wilson’s hands until they were resting on Chase’s stomach.
"I ended up with a black eye from his father’s fist." Wilson pulled one hand away from them to scrub in his hair. "Mom was disappointed in me. Dad never said anything at all. I quit looking at guys and started looking at girls."
House nodded. "Until me."
Wilson brought his head up. "Yeah, but even then I didn’t admit it until I started having wet dreams featuring you and then Chase."
House grinned. "Awww, you dream about me. That’s so cute."
"House!"
House sobered. "So, how do you want to do this? Blow jobs, fucking, humping, and my personal favorite, rutting, are all acceptable. I’ve got plenty of plans; any one of them will do me."
Chase blinked and bit his lip. Don’t say it, just don’t. Ignore it. He says that kind of thing just to set us up.
"Um, well, I kind of thought we’d, um, fuck."
House’s eyebrows rose. "Just fuck, no building up to it, no easing you into the idea?"
Wilson squared his shoulders. "No, just all at once, like ripping off a band-aid."
Chase omphfed as House dropped his head onto his stomach and laughed.
"What?"
House pulled back up and shook his head. "Only you would compare sex to a band-aid."
"Shut up, House."
Reaching across Chase, House grabbed Wilson by the neck and pulled him into an openmouthed kiss. Chase watched and gently ran the fingertips of his left hand along Wilson’s stomach. He set right hand on House’s left knee and let it lay still. As the kiss broke, Wilson shivered.
House pressed his thumb to the mark he had made on Wilson’s neck. "What do you say, Jimmy, how about Robbie and I mark you someplace a little more… intimate? Hmm?" House used the same tone he’d used earlier than the car.
Wilson brought his right hand up to Chase’s mouth and let him suck in two fingers. "Yes, please." Wilson leaned into House’s hand.
"Good." House pulled Wilson down across Chase to lie between them. Chase twisted to keep Wilson’s fingers in his mouth. House roamed his hands across Wilson’s chest and arms. Dragging his fingers down Wilson’s right arm, House slipped one finger into Chase’s mouth alongside Wilson’s fingers.
"We’re not going to tease you like we did Robbie with little bites here and there. No, Jimmy, just like we did your neck, we’re going to mark you where you rest your hands on your hips when you’re pissed at me. Would you like that?" The calm voice sent shivers down Chase’s spine. House pulled his finger from young man’s mouth and trailed it across Wilson’s neck from one mark to the other.
Wilson gave a small groan.
Chase continued sucking Wilson’s fingers as he watched House pull down the waistband of Wilson’s pants just enough to expose his hip. House waited for Chase to pull down his side. As Chase started to release Wilson’s erection, House stopped him with a quick shake of his head. Chase backed off and let Wilson’s fingers slip from his mouth with one last nip to a knuckle.
Together they bit down on Wilson’s hips, causing him to arch.
"Fuck."
House pulled away from his mouthful and gazed at the mark as it grew darker. "Patience, Jimmy." House pulled Wilson’s pants back up. Chase sucked a while longer before releasing Wilson and pulling his sweats back into place.
Wilson surged up and smashed his lips to House’s. Chase roamed his hands across Wilson’s bare back as he watched them devour each other. Finally House pulled loose. He grabbed Wilson and turned him so that his back was against House’s t-shirt clad chest.
"Give me your hands, Jimmy." Wilson let House take his hands and place them on either side of Chase’s neck. House nipped at the hickey on Wilson’s right shoulder. "Let me guide you, love."
House moved Wilson’s fingers lightly across the marks they’d made on Chase’s neck. The young man let his head fall back and his eyes slid close.
"Tell him to open his eyes, Jimmy. We want to see them grow darker as we play."
Wilson shivered at House’s cool voice and gasped, "Eyes, Robert."
Chase snapped his eyes open, brought his head forward, and watched as House led Wilson’s hands down his chest to circle his nipples. Then House encircled Wilson with his arms.
"Nipples are fun. For Robbie, pulling on them is a good pain. Pull, Wilson."
Wilson tugged on a nipple, watching in fascination as Chase arched under his hand. Chase could see House mouthing something at him and it only took a moment to understand. Chase brought his hand up to Wilson’s left nipple and rolled the nipple between his fingertips. Wilson pulled away slightly, causing his nipple to stretch as Chase held on. House smiled as Wilson moaned quietly.
"He likes it harder, Jimmy."
Wilson pulled harder and was rewarded with a gasp. Chase pulled on the nipple he held. Wilson arched against House’s hold. Trading pulls and tugs soon had Chase panting and Wilson flushed.
"Good. Now go lower, don’t pinch, just rub and knead."
Wilson ran his hands across Chase’s stomach, rubbing harder at any bite marks he came across. Chase skimmed past House’s arms and ghosted his fingers across Wilson’s sides.
"Feel him, Jimmy." House grasped Wilson’s left hand and pressed it firmly to Chase’s cock. Wilson gasped as Chase’s hips jerked. House sucked hard on the existing spot on Wilson’s shoulder for a moment. Then House’s composed voice broke through Wilson’s haze. "Want to mark him like I talked about, Jimmy?"
Wilson could barely nod.
House squeezed Wilson’s hand around Chase’s clothed erection before pulling their hands away. Chase squirmed and made a small noise of disappointment at the loss. House brought Wilson’s hand back to rub against the matching bulge in Wilson’s sweats.
House smiled as both his partners groaned. "Know where you want to mark him, Jimmy?"
Wilson tried to focus past the feel of House pressing his own hand rhythmically against his cock. "Uh, yes. His ass."
Chase drew in a sharp breath. House nipped Wilson’s earlobe. "Good, Jimmy. Tell him how you want him."
Wilson grunted as House pulled their hands away from his groin. "H-hands. Uh, hands, and knees."
Chase started to move until House’s unoccupied hand shot out and gripped his hair. "Hands under your breastbone. Knees splayed. Sweats stay put." House’s voice was still calm.
Chase began to tremble slightly. He panted as he nodded and moved into the position that House wanted. House moved Wilson’s hand between Chase’s legs to grope his erection. Chase whimpered and trembled.
"Now we’re going to pull Robbie’s sweats down just far enough to get at the spot you want to mark." House drew theirs hands across the young man’s ass as they reached for the waistband. When Wilson started to jerk the sweats down, House tightened his hold on Wilson’s hands and slowed their movements, causing Chase to squirm.
With Chase’s ass bared, House took Wilson’s fingers and ran them lightly across the pale skin. Chase whined and tried to press himself into their hands. House let go of Wilson’s hands and let him roam freely as the older man pulled the sweats down enough to revel Chase’s balls, leaving his cock trapped in cloth.
"Show me where you want to mark him, Jimmy."
Wilson tapped the lower curve of Chase’s left buttcheek. Chase moaned.
"Then mark him. Bite him hard and suck for as long as you can."
Wilson leaned forward and latched onto the spot he’d pointed out. Chase gasped and jerked as the other man began to suck. House ran his thumb down Chase’s scrotum and then gently rolled the skin between his fingers. Chase groaned and rocked back towards them.
Wilson pulled back and leaned against House’s chest. "Oh, God."
"Blow on the mark you made, Jimmy."
Wilson moved to obey and watched as Chase’s skin tightened where his breath hit.
"Good. Now you’re going to hold him down while I mark him, Jimmy." House pushed Wilson until he was lying across Chase’s upper back, pinning the younger man down. They watched as Chase relaxed further into the mattress. "Mine’s going to hurt, Robbie. It’ll have to be proof enough that I am going to keep you. Want to be marked, Robbie?"
Chase moaned. "Yes. Proof."
House nuzzled the right side of Chase’s balls, then he brought a small piece of skin between his teeth and bit down. Chase bucked, and grunted. Wilson watched with wide eyes as House rolled the skin he held, darkening the mark. Chase moaned as House released his mouthful.
"Mine and Wilson’s. Just like we’re yours. Got it, Robbie?"
Chase jerked his hips. "Got it. Please, more."
House nuzzled his mark and then Wilson’s before pulling back. "No more marks, Robbie. Want something else?"
Chase jerked his hips harder. "Fuck."
Wilson whimpered. House rubbed his thumb down the crevice of Chase’s ass as he used the other thumb to trace the curve of Wilson’s ear. House’s steady voice asked, "Back or front, Robbie?"
Chase gasped before answering, "Back. Want to watch."
House pinched the mark on Chase’s balls, causing the young man to yelp. "Good, Robbie. Get the lube and a condom, Wilson."
House helped Chase settle on his back, pulling the sweats clear off, and pushing them off the edge of the bed. When Wilson turned from getting the supplies, he stopped and stared.
Chase lay with his legs splayed, his erect cock curving up out of a nest of dark blond curls towards his trembling stomach muscles, and his hands playing with his own nipples.
"Stunning, isn’t he, Jimmy?"
Wilson nodded dumbly. House pulled him closer to Chase and started him exploring the younger man’s groin and thighs. Giving Wilson time to grow comfortable with Chase’s body, House spread lube on his fingers and Chase’s ass.
"Jimmy, give me your hand."
Wilson pulled away from his explorations, panting heavily. Below them Chase made tiny keening noises in time with the thrust of his hips. House pressed his elbow into the dip of Chase’s hipbone. "Hold still for Jimmy. He’s learning."
Chase stilled his hips, but the noises he was making became louder. House held Wilson’s hand as he slowly worked a finger into Chase. Suddenly Chase bucked, forcing Wilson’s finger deeper. House pushed him back down firmly and quickly slipped a finger in beside Wilson’s. Chase gasped and squirmed.
"Impatient, isn’t he? At least three fingers, Jimmy. Loosen him up by thrusting in and out." House held Wilson’s hand in his own as they pumped their fingers in and out of Chase. "See how desperate he is, Jimmy?" House turned their hands just slightly and suddenly Chase’s back arched tightly. "That’s the spot you want to aim for. It’ll make him crazy." House pulled his finger loose and let Wilson continue to thrust by himself.
Chase gasped and trembled, making little noises in the back of his throat between gasps. House began to pump Chase’s cock slowly. Wilson added a third finger. Chase laid a hand over House’s on his dick. House pulled their hands away and pushed Chase’s hand into his hair.
"Hold your head for me, Robbie. Jimmy’s going to thrust into you, then he’ll pull back, only to thrust deeper. Relax for him, love."
Wilson slipped his cock free of his sweats. House sheathed and lubed him before guiding him to rest at Chase’s entrance. When Wilson took hold of himself, House let him go and sat back. Wilson thrust forward, hitched back slightly before thrusting the rest of the way in.
Chase moaned and pulled on his nipple as Wilson clenched his eyes closed and panted. House laid a hand between Wilson’s shoulder-blades and gripped Chase’s neck with his other hand.
"What’s he feel like, Jimmy?"
Wilson gasped and opened his eyes. "Good, so good."
House moved his hand from Wilson’s back to thread through his hair. "Hot, tight, and wonderful, Jimmy?"
Wilson gripped Chase’s hips and started to move in short thrusts. "Yes, oh, very tight."
"Robbie, how does he feel to you?"
"Hard. Please, more." Chase grunted as Wilson thrust harder.
House slipped the fingers of his hand at Chase’s neck into the younger man’s mouth. He wrenched Wilson’s head to allow him to take his mouth in a demanding kiss. "Harder, Jimmy. I want to hear him around my fingers." House’s controlled voice slid across Wilson’s hot skin and sent a spike of pleasure through him.
Wilson moved steadily in and out, making small noises in the back of his throat every few strokes. Hips jerked in time and Chase began grunting with every thrust into his body. House pulled his hand from Wilson’s hair and pressed Chase’s cock to his stomach.
"Let Jimmy make you come, Robbie. Clench around him. Show him how good it can be."
Wilson thrusts sped up and Chase bucked harder, trying to create friction against House’s hand. Suddenly Wilson stiffened and arched. Robbie whined as House finally grasped his dick and pumped until Chase spasmed and came.
House helped Wilson pull out and stripped him of the condom. After swiping his fingers across Chase’s come-splattered chest, House brought his fingers to Wilson’s lips.
"See what he tastes like, Jimmy."
Wilson took House’s fingers into his mouth and slumped on top of Chase. House pulled his fingers away once Wilson had licked them clean.
"I’m going to fuck you now, Jimmy. Is that okay?"
Wilson grunted and rubbed his face against Chase’s heaving side. "Oh, god. Yes, fuck me."
House arranged Wilson to be more comfortable on his Chase-pillow and pulled his sweats down around his knees. House took his time prepping Wilson until the other man was bucking up to meet his fingers on every thrust.
Quickly baring himself, slipping on a condom, and slicking up, House pressed himself into Wilson. Chase brought his arms around to hold James as House pushed steadily in until he’d buried himself past the rings of muscle.
Wilson’s short wail was muffled as Chase caught him up in a kiss. House pressed a kiss into Wilson’s shoulder-blade and waited for him to relax again. Once Wilson loosened around him the tiniest amount, House began using short jabbing thrusts to work his way further in. When he was finally buried completely, House rested his forehead on Wilson’s spine.
"So tight and hot. I could die here, Jimmy."
"God, move."
House chuckled as he pulled back to thrust again. "Not God, Jimmy. Just ask Robbie, he’s the one keeping score."
Wilson moaned as House quickly built speed. In and out with steady measured thrusts. Chase held Wilson to him as House thrust deep and came with a quiet grunt.
House rested for barely a moment before pulling free and disappearing out of the bedroom. A moment later, a wet washcloth came sailing at them from the door. Moments after that, the bathroom door clicked shut.
Chase wiggled his way out from under a passed out Wilson to retrieve the washcloth. He quickly cleaned up Wilson, then himself, and pulled Wilson’s sweats back in place. Pulling on his sweats from the foot of the bed, Chase considered the missing man.
Too fast for him. I suppose it could have gone a hell of a lot worse, actually. He was fine while he kept talking.Chase climbed into the middle of the bed and pulled Wilson to him. If James regrets it in the morning, I’m going to stab him with a fork.
Chase looked down at the mark on his hip. They want me. House hurt me to show me that. This is real and I’m keeping it. Chase lay in the dark, fingering the mark on his scrotum as he waited for House to calm down and come to bed.
****
House sat on the seat in his shower and tried to slow his breathing. You’re fine, Greg. It didn’t kill you to say love to them. Chase liked what you did. Wilson will need some reassuring, but he’s fine too. So why are you in here having a near panic attack? House took a deep breath and blew it out. Go to bed, Greg.
House limped heavily into the bedroom and smiled when he saw Chase still the movement of his hand. "Didn’t get enough?"
"Never." Chase sat up, causing Wilson to murmur a protest. "You detach yourself too much and he’ll start noticing."
House slipped under the covers. "It’s not really detaching. I’ll explain it to you tomorrow at lunch."
"Are we going in together in the morning?"
House nipped Chase’s closer shoulder. "Yes, just because it’s easier. Your marks are going to create so much gossip I could fuck Jimmy in the clinic and no one would notice."
Chase turned on his side and pressed his forehead to the outside of House’s shoulder. Behind him, Wilson pressed into his back and slipped a hand around him. "They’d notice. I think I’m going to have to take the middle after sex. He’s clingy."
House pulled Wilson’s hand up to rest on his edge of his stomach. "He’s cuddling. It must be the wives’ influence."
"You need to talk to him about the leg pain."
House sighed. "He’s going to tell me it’s just middle age."
"Maybe, maybe not. Sleeping now."
House gave a snort of laughter. "Liar."
And if, a few minutes later, House laid an arm across Chase to bury into Wilson’s hair, Chase was far too asleep to mention it.
(Part 8)
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
Authour Notes if you care to read.
(Part 6)
Wilson let the water run in the sink as he fingered the single mark on either shoulder at the base of his neck. This is crazy. We’re all so messed up. I have no idea how this is going to work. Wilson blinked at his reflection. You love him; you loved him before Julie, you just never admitted it. And you’re half in love with Robert because Greg loves him. If you had not started seeing his, and your own, attraction to Chase you’d still be in denial, wouldn’t you, James?
Wilson leaned against the counter and hung his head. I want House so badly I can taste it, but he’s nowhere near ready to be naked in front of us, let alone let me make love to him. It’ll be a victory when he invites us to mark him and he won’t do that until he can let us both do it. Wilson pushed himself back upright and stared into his own eyes. You are about to do a whole lot more with them than a mutual hand job, James.
Wilson took a deep breath and shut off the water. They’ll stop if you need to, you know that. Quit worrying. If you don’t go out there soon, House will come after you. Wilson grimaced at the thought of what House would say about him hiding in the bathroom and opened the bathroom door.
****
Chase was tried of waiting. "Is he all right, you think?"
House quit digging around in the drawer of his bedside table and turned to look at Chase. "He’s worrying. I’ll give him two more minutes, then I’ll yell."
"Worrying about him or you?"
"Him, right now." House went back to digging through his drawer. "He’ll quit worrying once he starts panting."
Chase brushed his finger across his left nipple and shivered at the sensation the sore skin gave him. "Yeah, probably."
"Found it." House pulled out his find and handed the bottle to Chase.
"Massage oil. Oh, unscented." Chase looked up at House. "You don’t have any lube, do you?"
House smirked and snaked his hand back into the drawer. "Lube and condoms. What do you think I am, unsafe or something?"
"Or something." Wilson crawled into the bed and settled cross-legged next to Chase.
"Didn’t ask you." House dropped the supplies from the drawer on Chase’s stomach. Chase moved everything off of himself to sit near the edge of the bed. "How far have you gone before, Jimmy?"
Wilson dropped his eyes and picked at the sheet under them. "Um. Not far."
"Wilson."
Wilson sighed. "Hand job with this jock. He climaxed and I was about to when we got caught."
Chase looked back and forth between the other two. This is when I keep my mouth shut and let House deal with him.
"What happened, Jimmy?" House reached across Chase and pulled Wilson’s hands until they were resting on Chase’s stomach.
"I ended up with a black eye from his father’s fist." Wilson pulled one hand away from them to scrub in his hair. "Mom was disappointed in me. Dad never said anything at all. I quit looking at guys and started looking at girls."
House nodded. "Until me."
Wilson brought his head up. "Yeah, but even then I didn’t admit it until I started having wet dreams featuring you and then Chase."
House grinned. "Awww, you dream about me. That’s so cute."
"House!"
House sobered. "So, how do you want to do this? Blow jobs, fucking, humping, and my personal favorite, rutting, are all acceptable. I’ve got plenty of plans; any one of them will do me."
Chase blinked and bit his lip. Don’t say it, just don’t. Ignore it. He says that kind of thing just to set us up.
"Um, well, I kind of thought we’d, um, fuck."
House’s eyebrows rose. "Just fuck, no building up to it, no easing you into the idea?"
Wilson squared his shoulders. "No, just all at once, like ripping off a band-aid."
Chase omphfed as House dropped his head onto his stomach and laughed.
"What?"
House pulled back up and shook his head. "Only you would compare sex to a band-aid."
"Shut up, House."
Reaching across Chase, House grabbed Wilson by the neck and pulled him into an openmouthed kiss. Chase watched and gently ran the fingertips of his left hand along Wilson’s stomach. He set right hand on House’s left knee and let it lay still. As the kiss broke, Wilson shivered.
House pressed his thumb to the mark he had made on Wilson’s neck. "What do you say, Jimmy, how about Robbie and I mark you someplace a little more… intimate? Hmm?" House used the same tone he’d used earlier than the car.
Wilson brought his right hand up to Chase’s mouth and let him suck in two fingers. "Yes, please." Wilson leaned into House’s hand.
"Good." House pulled Wilson down across Chase to lie between them. Chase twisted to keep Wilson’s fingers in his mouth. House roamed his hands across Wilson’s chest and arms. Dragging his fingers down Wilson’s right arm, House slipped one finger into Chase’s mouth alongside Wilson’s fingers.
"We’re not going to tease you like we did Robbie with little bites here and there. No, Jimmy, just like we did your neck, we’re going to mark you where you rest your hands on your hips when you’re pissed at me. Would you like that?" The calm voice sent shivers down Chase’s spine. House pulled his finger from young man’s mouth and trailed it across Wilson’s neck from one mark to the other.
Wilson gave a small groan.
Chase continued sucking Wilson’s fingers as he watched House pull down the waistband of Wilson’s pants just enough to expose his hip. House waited for Chase to pull down his side. As Chase started to release Wilson’s erection, House stopped him with a quick shake of his head. Chase backed off and let Wilson’s fingers slip from his mouth with one last nip to a knuckle.
Together they bit down on Wilson’s hips, causing him to arch.
"Fuck."
House pulled away from his mouthful and gazed at the mark as it grew darker. "Patience, Jimmy." House pulled Wilson’s pants back up. Chase sucked a while longer before releasing Wilson and pulling his sweats back into place.
Wilson surged up and smashed his lips to House’s. Chase roamed his hands across Wilson’s bare back as he watched them devour each other. Finally House pulled loose. He grabbed Wilson and turned him so that his back was against House’s t-shirt clad chest.
"Give me your hands, Jimmy." Wilson let House take his hands and place them on either side of Chase’s neck. House nipped at the hickey on Wilson’s right shoulder. "Let me guide you, love."
House moved Wilson’s fingers lightly across the marks they’d made on Chase’s neck. The young man let his head fall back and his eyes slid close.
"Tell him to open his eyes, Jimmy. We want to see them grow darker as we play."
Wilson shivered at House’s cool voice and gasped, "Eyes, Robert."
Chase snapped his eyes open, brought his head forward, and watched as House led Wilson’s hands down his chest to circle his nipples. Then House encircled Wilson with his arms.
"Nipples are fun. For Robbie, pulling on them is a good pain. Pull, Wilson."
Wilson tugged on a nipple, watching in fascination as Chase arched under his hand. Chase could see House mouthing something at him and it only took a moment to understand. Chase brought his hand up to Wilson’s left nipple and rolled the nipple between his fingertips. Wilson pulled away slightly, causing his nipple to stretch as Chase held on. House smiled as Wilson moaned quietly.
"He likes it harder, Jimmy."
Wilson pulled harder and was rewarded with a gasp. Chase pulled on the nipple he held. Wilson arched against House’s hold. Trading pulls and tugs soon had Chase panting and Wilson flushed.
"Good. Now go lower, don’t pinch, just rub and knead."
Wilson ran his hands across Chase’s stomach, rubbing harder at any bite marks he came across. Chase skimmed past House’s arms and ghosted his fingers across Wilson’s sides.
"Feel him, Jimmy." House grasped Wilson’s left hand and pressed it firmly to Chase’s cock. Wilson gasped as Chase’s hips jerked. House sucked hard on the existing spot on Wilson’s shoulder for a moment. Then House’s composed voice broke through Wilson’s haze. "Want to mark him like I talked about, Jimmy?"
Wilson could barely nod.
House squeezed Wilson’s hand around Chase’s clothed erection before pulling their hands away. Chase squirmed and made a small noise of disappointment at the loss. House brought Wilson’s hand back to rub against the matching bulge in Wilson’s sweats.
House smiled as both his partners groaned. "Know where you want to mark him, Jimmy?"
Wilson tried to focus past the feel of House pressing his own hand rhythmically against his cock. "Uh, yes. His ass."
Chase drew in a sharp breath. House nipped Wilson’s earlobe. "Good, Jimmy. Tell him how you want him."
Wilson grunted as House pulled their hands away from his groin. "H-hands. Uh, hands, and knees."
Chase started to move until House’s unoccupied hand shot out and gripped his hair. "Hands under your breastbone. Knees splayed. Sweats stay put." House’s voice was still calm.
Chase began to tremble slightly. He panted as he nodded and moved into the position that House wanted. House moved Wilson’s hand between Chase’s legs to grope his erection. Chase whimpered and trembled.
"Now we’re going to pull Robbie’s sweats down just far enough to get at the spot you want to mark." House drew theirs hands across the young man’s ass as they reached for the waistband. When Wilson started to jerk the sweats down, House tightened his hold on Wilson’s hands and slowed their movements, causing Chase to squirm.
With Chase’s ass bared, House took Wilson’s fingers and ran them lightly across the pale skin. Chase whined and tried to press himself into their hands. House let go of Wilson’s hands and let him roam freely as the older man pulled the sweats down enough to revel Chase’s balls, leaving his cock trapped in cloth.
"Show me where you want to mark him, Jimmy."
Wilson tapped the lower curve of Chase’s left buttcheek. Chase moaned.
"Then mark him. Bite him hard and suck for as long as you can."
Wilson leaned forward and latched onto the spot he’d pointed out. Chase gasped and jerked as the other man began to suck. House ran his thumb down Chase’s scrotum and then gently rolled the skin between his fingers. Chase groaned and rocked back towards them.
Wilson pulled back and leaned against House’s chest. "Oh, God."
"Blow on the mark you made, Jimmy."
Wilson moved to obey and watched as Chase’s skin tightened where his breath hit.
"Good. Now you’re going to hold him down while I mark him, Jimmy." House pushed Wilson until he was lying across Chase’s upper back, pinning the younger man down. They watched as Chase relaxed further into the mattress. "Mine’s going to hurt, Robbie. It’ll have to be proof enough that I am going to keep you. Want to be marked, Robbie?"
Chase moaned. "Yes. Proof."
House nuzzled the right side of Chase’s balls, then he brought a small piece of skin between his teeth and bit down. Chase bucked, and grunted. Wilson watched with wide eyes as House rolled the skin he held, darkening the mark. Chase moaned as House released his mouthful.
"Mine and Wilson’s. Just like we’re yours. Got it, Robbie?"
Chase jerked his hips. "Got it. Please, more."
House nuzzled his mark and then Wilson’s before pulling back. "No more marks, Robbie. Want something else?"
Chase jerked his hips harder. "Fuck."
Wilson whimpered. House rubbed his thumb down the crevice of Chase’s ass as he used the other thumb to trace the curve of Wilson’s ear. House’s steady voice asked, "Back or front, Robbie?"
Chase gasped before answering, "Back. Want to watch."
House pinched the mark on Chase’s balls, causing the young man to yelp. "Good, Robbie. Get the lube and a condom, Wilson."
House helped Chase settle on his back, pulling the sweats clear off, and pushing them off the edge of the bed. When Wilson turned from getting the supplies, he stopped and stared.
Chase lay with his legs splayed, his erect cock curving up out of a nest of dark blond curls towards his trembling stomach muscles, and his hands playing with his own nipples.
"Stunning, isn’t he, Jimmy?"
Wilson nodded dumbly. House pulled him closer to Chase and started him exploring the younger man’s groin and thighs. Giving Wilson time to grow comfortable with Chase’s body, House spread lube on his fingers and Chase’s ass.
"Jimmy, give me your hand."
Wilson pulled away from his explorations, panting heavily. Below them Chase made tiny keening noises in time with the thrust of his hips. House pressed his elbow into the dip of Chase’s hipbone. "Hold still for Jimmy. He’s learning."
Chase stilled his hips, but the noises he was making became louder. House held Wilson’s hand as he slowly worked a finger into Chase. Suddenly Chase bucked, forcing Wilson’s finger deeper. House pushed him back down firmly and quickly slipped a finger in beside Wilson’s. Chase gasped and squirmed.
"Impatient, isn’t he? At least three fingers, Jimmy. Loosen him up by thrusting in and out." House held Wilson’s hand in his own as they pumped their fingers in and out of Chase. "See how desperate he is, Jimmy?" House turned their hands just slightly and suddenly Chase’s back arched tightly. "That’s the spot you want to aim for. It’ll make him crazy." House pulled his finger loose and let Wilson continue to thrust by himself.
Chase gasped and trembled, making little noises in the back of his throat between gasps. House began to pump Chase’s cock slowly. Wilson added a third finger. Chase laid a hand over House’s on his dick. House pulled their hands away and pushed Chase’s hand into his hair.
"Hold your head for me, Robbie. Jimmy’s going to thrust into you, then he’ll pull back, only to thrust deeper. Relax for him, love."
Wilson slipped his cock free of his sweats. House sheathed and lubed him before guiding him to rest at Chase’s entrance. When Wilson took hold of himself, House let him go and sat back. Wilson thrust forward, hitched back slightly before thrusting the rest of the way in.
Chase moaned and pulled on his nipple as Wilson clenched his eyes closed and panted. House laid a hand between Wilson’s shoulder-blades and gripped Chase’s neck with his other hand.
"What’s he feel like, Jimmy?"
Wilson gasped and opened his eyes. "Good, so good."
House moved his hand from Wilson’s back to thread through his hair. "Hot, tight, and wonderful, Jimmy?"
Wilson gripped Chase’s hips and started to move in short thrusts. "Yes, oh, very tight."
"Robbie, how does he feel to you?"
"Hard. Please, more." Chase grunted as Wilson thrust harder.
House slipped the fingers of his hand at Chase’s neck into the younger man’s mouth. He wrenched Wilson’s head to allow him to take his mouth in a demanding kiss. "Harder, Jimmy. I want to hear him around my fingers." House’s controlled voice slid across Wilson’s hot skin and sent a spike of pleasure through him.
Wilson moved steadily in and out, making small noises in the back of his throat every few strokes. Hips jerked in time and Chase began grunting with every thrust into his body. House pulled his hand from Wilson’s hair and pressed Chase’s cock to his stomach.
"Let Jimmy make you come, Robbie. Clench around him. Show him how good it can be."
Wilson thrusts sped up and Chase bucked harder, trying to create friction against House’s hand. Suddenly Wilson stiffened and arched. Robbie whined as House finally grasped his dick and pumped until Chase spasmed and came.
House helped Wilson pull out and stripped him of the condom. After swiping his fingers across Chase’s come-splattered chest, House brought his fingers to Wilson’s lips.
"See what he tastes like, Jimmy."
Wilson took House’s fingers into his mouth and slumped on top of Chase. House pulled his fingers away once Wilson had licked them clean.
"I’m going to fuck you now, Jimmy. Is that okay?"
Wilson grunted and rubbed his face against Chase’s heaving side. "Oh, god. Yes, fuck me."
House arranged Wilson to be more comfortable on his Chase-pillow and pulled his sweats down around his knees. House took his time prepping Wilson until the other man was bucking up to meet his fingers on every thrust.
Quickly baring himself, slipping on a condom, and slicking up, House pressed himself into Wilson. Chase brought his arms around to hold James as House pushed steadily in until he’d buried himself past the rings of muscle.
Wilson’s short wail was muffled as Chase caught him up in a kiss. House pressed a kiss into Wilson’s shoulder-blade and waited for him to relax again. Once Wilson loosened around him the tiniest amount, House began using short jabbing thrusts to work his way further in. When he was finally buried completely, House rested his forehead on Wilson’s spine.
"So tight and hot. I could die here, Jimmy."
"God, move."
House chuckled as he pulled back to thrust again. "Not God, Jimmy. Just ask Robbie, he’s the one keeping score."
Wilson moaned as House quickly built speed. In and out with steady measured thrusts. Chase held Wilson to him as House thrust deep and came with a quiet grunt.
House rested for barely a moment before pulling free and disappearing out of the bedroom. A moment later, a wet washcloth came sailing at them from the door. Moments after that, the bathroom door clicked shut.
Chase wiggled his way out from under a passed out Wilson to retrieve the washcloth. He quickly cleaned up Wilson, then himself, and pulled Wilson’s sweats back in place. Pulling on his sweats from the foot of the bed, Chase considered the missing man.
Too fast for him. I suppose it could have gone a hell of a lot worse, actually. He was fine while he kept talking.Chase climbed into the middle of the bed and pulled Wilson to him. If James regrets it in the morning, I’m going to stab him with a fork.
Chase looked down at the mark on his hip. They want me. House hurt me to show me that. This is real and I’m keeping it. Chase lay in the dark, fingering the mark on his scrotum as he waited for House to calm down and come to bed.
****
House sat on the seat in his shower and tried to slow his breathing. You’re fine, Greg. It didn’t kill you to say love to them. Chase liked what you did. Wilson will need some reassuring, but he’s fine too. So why are you in here having a near panic attack? House took a deep breath and blew it out. Go to bed, Greg.
House limped heavily into the bedroom and smiled when he saw Chase still the movement of his hand. "Didn’t get enough?"
"Never." Chase sat up, causing Wilson to murmur a protest. "You detach yourself too much and he’ll start noticing."
House slipped under the covers. "It’s not really detaching. I’ll explain it to you tomorrow at lunch."
"Are we going in together in the morning?"
House nipped Chase’s closer shoulder. "Yes, just because it’s easier. Your marks are going to create so much gossip I could fuck Jimmy in the clinic and no one would notice."
Chase turned on his side and pressed his forehead to the outside of House’s shoulder. Behind him, Wilson pressed into his back and slipped a hand around him. "They’d notice. I think I’m going to have to take the middle after sex. He’s clingy."
House pulled Wilson’s hand up to rest on his edge of his stomach. "He’s cuddling. It must be the wives’ influence."
"You need to talk to him about the leg pain."
House sighed. "He’s going to tell me it’s just middle age."
"Maybe, maybe not. Sleeping now."
House gave a snort of laughter. "Liar."
And if, a few minutes later, House laid an arm across Chase to bury into Wilson’s hair, Chase was far too asleep to mention it.
(Part 8)