Picture Puzzles Part 9
Title: Picture Puzzles Part 9/?
Rating: NC-17
Paring/Grouping (whatever you want to call it): 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.
Beta:
recrudescence and a couple of quick typo catches by
saara_zaara
(Part 8)
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Wilson studied the young man huddled in the corner as he unfolded one of his spare scrub tops. Wouldn’t have anything extra to wear hiding in my desk if it weren’t for House’s pranks. Now I’m happy I had it so that I don’t have to put that turtleneck back on him. I’ll give Cuddy eight minutes to calm House down and then we’ll go get him and go home. Wilson tried to hand Chase the scrub top, but the younger man just buried his face in his knees. Well, crap. Come on, Robert, you have to work with me here.
Wilson petted Chase’s hair. "Chase, we have to go get House and go home. I need you to get dressed, please."
Chase lifted his head. "I didn’t mean to upset Cameron."
Wilson gently tugged on one arm until Chase allowed him to unwrap it from the young man’s knees. Quickly slipping the scrub top onto that arm, Wilson started to work on the other arm. Once the scrub top had been pulled into place, Wilson took Chase’s face into his hands.
"You know that what you do outside of the hospital is no concern of Cameron’s."
Chase shuddered and pulled his head from Wilson’s hands. "She was just worried and I overreacted." Chase unfolded himself from the corner and pushed himself up. "I’m fine now."
Wilson blinked. This is wrong. A minute ago he could barely talk and now he’s fine? Oh, no, you are not going to turn into mini-House on me. Wilson pinned Chase’s shoulder to the wall behind him.
"Tell me exactly why you think you overreacted."
Chase kept his eyes firmly downcast. "I just did. I didn’t mean to."
Wilson sighed and thought for a moment on how best to handle this. "Okay, you can tell me or you can tell House."
Chase paled. "No. House will get mad."
Wilson moved his hand from Chase’s shoulder to rest on the marks he’d made on Chase’s neck. "Then you tell me, right now, Chase."
Chase leaned back against the wall and brought a hand up to press Wilson’s hand tighter to his skin. "When she was the most drunk, she used to scream at me. How much trouble I was, and how," Chase sucked in a tight breath, "I needed a keeper. It didn’t matter what I did."
Wilson cocked his head. "What exactly would she do, Chase?"
Chase wrapped his arms around his ribs. "She’d pin me to the wall with an arm across my neck and scream, that’s all."
That was more than enough. Wait. Wilson thought back to what Cameron had done just before Chase froze. Oh. I think the reaching for the collar triggered him. Well, no, he’s been dragged around by the collar before. Then the connection dawned.
"Chase, did your mother ever screech your first name at you?"
Chase’s eyebrows drew together. "All the time. What’s that got to do with anything?"
Wilson shook his head. "Nothing. Never mind."
Wilson bundled Chase back into his lab coat and started them for the nearest set of stairs. Tire him out and avoid people all in one fell swoop.
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House let himself out of Cuddy’s office when he saw Chase approaching with Wilson following closely behind.
"Cuddy wants to talk to you, Wilson." House held out his hand and wiggled his fingers. "We’ll wait in the car."
Wilson handed House the keys to the car and slipped into Cuddy’s office. House nudged Chase into motion.
Once they got to Wilson’s car, House claimed the back seat. Chase blinked, moved around the car, and got in the front passenger side. He flopped his head back against the headrest.
House watched the top of Chase’s head for a few long moments. A quick glance around showed no one in sight, so House laid his hand on Chase’s hair. "Your mother should have been shot right after you were born."
Chase jerked forward out of House’s reach. "What are you on about?"
"You didn’t retreat because of Cameron. She’s a pain, but she’s yelled at you before. Just never your first name. And who uses your first name? There’s Wilson, but his voice isn’t as high as Cameron, no matter how often he acts like a girl. Cuddy calls you Chase. That just leaves your mother, Robbie."
Chase bent forward and rested his forehead on his knees for a few moments before sitting back up. "Sometimes I hate that you can pull together a picture from so little."
"You are a puzzle, Chase. I like puzzles. With you and Wilson, there’s always a new piece to work with when I learn something about either of you."
Chase turned in his seat to look at House. "What happens when you have everything about me learned?"
House shrugged. "I’ll never have all the pieces for either of you. There’s always something more. I need this piece, though."
Chase frowned. "I want something in exchange."
House stiffened and glared suspiciously at the other man. "What might that be?"
Chase turned down the collar of the coat Wilson had put on him to show the marks on his neck. "These have to fade. I know that. I know this is real. I just…need to be reminded." Chase rubbed his scrotum through his pants. "This is what I want. One hard bite mark from you wherever you decide to put it every day until you can let us mark you."
House cocked his head. "If I never let you do that?"
"Then you still get the information for your picture puzzle, but you don’t get marked."
House pursed his lips as he thought about it. Chase pulled the collar of the coat back up as he waited for an answer.
"I will choose places that are going to hurt."
Chase leaned his head back against the window. "I like that pain, you know that."
House nodded. "I know. Today will be the first day. Tell me."
Chase nodded. "It wasn’t just the yelling or just the grabbing me. It was the timing. Mum would start yelling for me when I was asleep. If I didn’t find her before she got mad, she’d start yelling about needing a keeper for me. Then she’d scream my name, pin me to a wall by my neck, hold me where she could focus on me, and tell me how worthless I am."
House pointed at Wilson, who was approaching the car. "You didn’t tell him all that, did you?"
"I’m not bloody stupid. I told him barely enough to get him to let me alone."
House nodded. "Okay." House swept his hand through Chase’s hair. House leaned back in his seat.
Wilson slid into the driver’s seat. "House, you say ‘home’ anything and I will gut you in your sleep."
"Have a bad meeting with Cuddy?"
Wilson blew out a breath. "No, I’m just upset." Wilson started the car and headed to the store for the things he knew they were going to need.
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Wilson watched Chase’s slow deliberate movements as he helped to put away groceries. "Why don’t you go watch television with House?"
"Okay." Chase put away the last of the perishables and went into the living room. Chase started to sit down on the couch until House stood up. "What?"
House pulled Chase over to the piano. Pulling the seat out, House situated himself on the seat so that there was just enough room for Chase in between his thighs. "Take the top off." House tugged at the edge of the scrub top Chase still wore.
Chase blinked, but did as he was told. When House pulled him down, Chase allowed himself to be manhandled.
"Remember the notation for pedals?"
Chase nodded.
House brought both hands around Chase to flit through the sheet music sitting on the top of the piano. "Lean back. I won’t bite you until the end of the song."
Chase leaned against House carefully. Wilson came out of the kitchen and sat on the couch to watch them.
House set out the music he wanted. "I’ll just give you time to read through it." House nuzzled Chase’s right shoulder blade.
Chase’s breathing hitched. "I’m ready."
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Wilson watched as they played. House’s fingers glided over the keys as Chase worked the pedals. Wilson could see House tense and then force himself to relax every time Chase leaned into him. How can I help?
Wilson’s dilemma was resolved as House suddenly pulled his hands from the keys. House wrapped his arms around Chase and pulled him in tight.
"Song is over."
Chase stayed still as he asked, "You going to bite me now?"
"Do you want it now?"
Chase turned his head enough look at House from the corner of his eye. "Please."
House leaned them forward together until Chase’s upper chest was against the top of the piano. House pulled back and turned to Wilson, who was watching with wide eyes.
"A little help here, Jimmy."
Wilson went to stand at House’s left side. House reached around to tap Chase’s left nipple, causing the younger man to gasp.
"You twist this while I mark him."
Wilson rolled Chase’s nipple between his fingertips. Chase whined in the back of his throat. House gave Chase’s right shoulder blade one quick swipe with his tongue before biting down hard. Wilson jerked on the nipple in his grasp at the same time.
Chase twisted in their grasp and let a short wail escape before clamping down on his lower lip with his teeth. House held the flesh he captured and moved his teeth back and forth a small amount before biting back down and yanking on Wilson’s arm, causing his fingers to pull loose from Chase’s chest.
Chase shouted and pressed himself into the piano. "Please."
House abruptly pulled away. "Up. Now."
Wilson grabbed Chase and pulled him out of the way as House scrambled off the piano bench. He only went as far as his corner of the couch before collapsing. Wilson led Chase over and sat him next to House.
"You need to quit pushing yourself so hard."
House ignored Wilson and pulled Chase’s head down to his left thigh. Only then did he look at Wilson. "I’m fine."
Wilson moved to sit on the coffee table in front of House. "Yeah, right." He gestured to the piano. "Why’d you do that?"
House leaned his head back against the couch. "To see if I could."
"Oh."
House threaded his hand through Chase’s hair. "He’s going to sleep, isn’t he?"
Wilson checked. "Looks like it. He’s had a crappy day."
House poked Chase until the other man sat up.
"Strip down and go to bed."
Chase nodded and yawned. "Sorry."
House pulled him in for a slow kiss. "Nothing to be sorry for, Robbie. Give Jimmy a kiss and go to bed."
Wilson wrapped Chase in his arms as they kissed softly.
Wilson sat down next to House and they listened to the sounds of Chase going to bed.
"You’re going to mess with him, aren’t you?"
House grinned. "I want to see how close to coming in his sleep I can get him."
Wilson shook his head. "As long as I get to watch."
House pulled Wilson into an openmouthed kiss. "It’ll be a while before he’s asleep enough to try. What do you want to do while we wait?"
Wilson looked at House with wide eyes. "What do you want?"
House pulled Wilson up off the coffetable and lifted his left leg up onto the couch cushions. "Take it all off, Jimmy. I’ve got an idea."
Wilson glanced at the closed blinds before stripping down quickly, not wanting House to have time to change his mind. Once he was naked, Wilson stood still in front of House. House swept his gaze up and down him a number of times.
"Nice, Jimmy." House reached out his hand and dug his thumb into the mark at Wilson’s right hip. Wilson drew in a quick breath.
"House."
"Glad to see you know who I am." House pulled Wilson down onto the couch and after a small amount of adjusting had Wilson on all fours, his head resting on his hands, his ass towards House with his knees as splayed as they could get on the narrow surface. "We’d just make out except I know you’d try to bite and that just wouldn’t be fair to Robbie."
"Liar. You know I don't like to bite." Wilson squirmed. "And this is fair?"
"No, this is fun." House roamed his hands up and down Wilson’s back and sides. "You haven’t freaked out yet; are you waiting for an invitation?"
Wilson wiggled his hips. "No. Surprisingly, waking up to Robert licking my come off your fingers is very hot."
House brushed his fingers across Wilson’s ass once before going back to roaming elsewhere. "Not what I meant."
Wilson pushed his hips back towards House. "I know. I had my freakout just after my first wet dream about Chase and you together."
House swept his hands down Wilson’s back to the top edge of his ass, where he lifted his hands away completely, only to continue caressing on down the other man’s legs. "What did you dream?"
Wilson canted his hips, trying to get House’s hands where he wanted them. "I was in the middle. Chase was inside me and I was inside you. God, would you touch my ass already?"
House laughed and firmly grasped Wilson’s ass with both hands. "Really, Jimmy, do we need to wake Robbie to keep score?"
Wilson pushed harder into House’s hands. "No. Just do something."
House fished a tube of lube out of his pants pocket. Quickly lubing his fingers, House began teasing at Wilson’s balls and the crevice of his ass. "Would you like that someday, Jimmy? To have Chase pounding into you, pushing you harder into me?"
Wilson made a needy noise and rocked back and forth.
"I’m going to see how many fingers I can get into you." House pressed one finger slowly into Wilson, who arched and tensed for few moments before relaxing. "That’s it, Jimmy. You’re tight and hot. Robbie would bury himself as deep as he could in you. He’d hold still so you’d have to work yourself back and forth on his dick. Do that for me, Jimmy."
Wilson groaned and started to move. House worked his finger in and out until he could add another.
"Second finger, Jimmy. Think about it, Jimmy. Having his thick cock sliding in and out of you. Pounding into your prostate when he hit the right angle." House shifted his fingers, causing Wilson to arch and mewl. "Yeah, you’d sound just like that. You’d pound into me harder and Robbie would finally grasp your hips and hold you still deep inside me so he could slam into your ass."
Wilson pressed himself deeper into the couch as House’s fingers started to speed up. House added more lube and worked a third finger in. Wilson gasped and tensed until House turned his fingers and caught the younger man’s prostate again. Wilson shivered and groaned as House rubbed back and forth across that same spot.
"He’d find just the right angle and he’d fuck you there until you screamed." House began thrusting again as Wilson’s hips started to buck. House was very good at targeting that one spot as he slid his fingers in and out. He was rewarded with grunts and twitches as Wilson bucked and thrust harder. "You’d start like this. Moaning and squirming, but the more Robbie fucked you the more you would tremble."
Wilson freed his left hand and reached back to work his cock. House grasped his wrist and brought the hand to the small of Wilson's back and pressed it down.
"You are mine, Jimmy. Ask me for permission."
Wilson whined and the rhythm of his hips gained speed. House pressed his thumb firmly to the skin between balls and asshole as he stilled his fingers to press outwards from the inside.
"Tell me, Jimmy. Ask me."
Wilson bucked and twisted. "Uh, yours… oh, House…please."
House twisted his fingers back and forth a tiny amount as he pressed Wilson’s captured hand down harder. "No, Jimmy. Tell me."
Wilson panted and squirmed before finally answering, "I’m yours, Greg. I love you."
"Good, love. Want to come now?"
Wilson grunted and rocked back further onto House’s fingers.
House released Wilson’s wrist and brought that hand around to grip skin on Wilson’s inner right thigh. Wilson reached under himself to pump his cock as House slipped his fourth finger into Wilson, thrusting hard. As Wilson started to arch, House pulled and twisted the skin on Wilson’s thigh. Wilson stiffened with a muffled groan as he came. House pumped his fingers and watched as Wilson twitched and spasmed. When Wilson started to pull away to slump down, House released Wilson’s thigh and grasped his hip, pulling the younger man back towards him.
"Not done yet, Jimmy."
Wilson wailed as House continued to thrust into him. Arching and spasming as his orgasm was stretched, Wilson gasped for breath. House released Wilson’s hip and followed him as he slumped down, groping his tight balls while still thrusting.
House moved from groping Wilson’s balls to groping his cock. Wilson jerked and mewled in time with the tiny thrusts of his hips as House continued to pump his fingers. House suddenly jerked his fingers from Wilson, who gave a startled moan. House leaned forward, blew lightly on Wilson’s spasming hole, and watched it clench. Wilson shuddered and spasmed.
House pulled his hands away and leaned back to watch Wilson try to catch his breath. Gradually, Wilson’s breathing slowed.
"Done now?"
House pulled on Wilson, trying to get him to sit up. "Done. Was that supposed to happen?"
Wilson looked bewildered for a moment. "It kind of slipped out. I mean it, though. You don’t have to say it back out loud."
"I…I’ll say it at some point, just not yet." House glanced down at the couch. "You got come on the couch."
Wilson sat up with a groan. He knew it was better to just go with the change in topic. "Better than piss."
"You’re gross, James."
Wilson leaned in towards House. "You’re way more gross than I am, House."
They shared a quick kiss before breaking apart.
House stood and headed for the bathroom. "Your mess, you get to clean up."
Wilson snorted. "I didn’t cause this mess all by myself, House."
House waved a hand as he turned into the bathroom to clean up before continuing on through the door of his bedroom. He sat down on his side of the bed and breathed evenly. After some debate with himself, House stripped off his t-shirt and dropped it to the floor. Then he settled carefully against the headboard and waited for Wilson to come help him torment Chase in his sleep.
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In this part the prize for
evila_elf appears. The requested line 'Was that suppose to happen?' was used.
(Part 10)