Wilson's Homecoming
Title: Wilson's Homecoming (from the Binding Forces universe)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Grouping: House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Summary: Pure smut.
Warnings: Hey, pay attention to this, please. This is not a Picture Puzzles verse fic. This version of the trio isn't that version. This has bondage in it and use of a toy.
Beta:
recrudescence
A/N: This is for
saara_zaara for explaining how to post correctly to me. :) Yes, I'm giving smut for thank you's. The main fic for the universe used in this short will start going up once I'm done messing with job interviews (the fic starts long before the events in this short, btw).
House sat on Wilson’s couch, lazily petting Chase’s hair as they watched television. The younger man was curled up with the top of his head resting against House’s left thigh.
"I think you should have dropped in today."
"It was my day off, why would I come in?"
Chase tucked a hand under his face. "Wilson hid in his office all day. I covered his clinic hours when he didn’t show. When I started to come home, he said he’d be along shortly."
House stilled his hand. "Do you know what happened?"
"I think more legal papers, maybe. No patients of his died."
"Could have paged me."
"He told me not to when I asked him if he wanted you there." Chase rolled onto his back and looked up at House. "Last time he got papers, he didn’t sleep until we exhausted him."
House brushed hair off of Chase’s forehead. "Go gather the things we’ll need. I’ll greet Wilson."
Chase scrambled off the couch and down the hallway. House turned off the television. With Chase’s sense of timing, Wilson would be showing up any minute. House rubbed the slight bulge in his pants before going to stand by the front door.
Within a few minutes, he heard the key in the lock of the door. As Wilson came through the door, House pinned him to the wall and pushed the door closed with his hand.
"Pretty Jimmy."
Wilson dropped everything he was holding and wrapped his arms around House. "Horrible day. Make it go away, Greg."
House took Wilson’s mouth hard, thrusting his tongue into the other man. House pulled on Wilson’s clothes as he devoured his mouth. House felt Chase press up against Wilson’s side. Pulling back, House gazed at his partners.
Chase stood gloriously naked, pale skin showcasing the livid marks across his hips and thighs. His cock was already hard, standing out from its nest of dark blond curls. Wilson stood with his shirt dangling from his wrists, his hard chest heaving with each breath. His pants were open and pulled down under his scrotum, pushing his cock and balls upwards. His head was thrown back against the wall, showing the fine line of his neck and the bite mark at the base just showing under the edge of his half undone tie.
House twisted Wilson’s trapped hands together behind his back. "Take his tie off, Robbie."
Chase loosened and pulled Wilson’s tie off and let it drop to the floor. House used his free hand to pinch the skin just above Wilson’s right nipple. Waiting for Wilson’s quick intake of breath to be over, House twisted the skin he held.
Wilson thumped his head on the wall behind him as he arched and moaned. House tugged on the skin as he pulled his hand away. He grabbed Chase and brought the younger man’s mouth to the forming mark. Chase licked the abused skin before biting down.
Wilson’s hips bucked and he strained in House’s hold. "Please, Greg. Hold me tighter."
House pulled on Wilson’s captured wrists. He pushed Chase ahead of them towards the bedroom and used Wilson as his balance point along the way. Once there, House pulled Wilson’s clothes off and stopped for a moment to admire the other man’s body.
Wilson flushed under the scrutiny. "Greg."
House pulled one of Wilson’s wrists behind his back and twisted it up between his shoulder blades. "Tightly bound. Kneeling for us to toy with. That’ll work, don’t you think, Robbie?"
Chase pressed himself to Wilson’s side and gasped as House stroked his ass. "Yes. Bind me too, please."
House growled and brought his hand around from Chase’s ass to pinch and twist skin on his inner thigh. Chase grunted and trembled. House pushed Wilson to his knees and brought his head to Chase’s thigh.
"Bite him, Jimmy."
Wilson bit down on the skin House had pinched, loving the feel of Chase’s muscles jerking under his lips. House pulled Wilson roughly away from Chase and pushed him towards the bed.
"Kneel, Jimmy."
Wilson knelt on the bed, glancing at the ropes leading from the head and foot boards, and waited. He watched as House pulled cords from the large pile. His breathing started to hitch as he watched House wrap a cord around Chase’s left hand, binding the fingers into a fist. House pushed Chase to stand against the side of the bed facing Wilson, displaying the younger man’s erect cock by pushing Chase’s hips forward just a little. Chase’s right hand was placed flat on his stomach. Then House turned to Wilson, holding more cords in his hand.
"Lay your head on the mattress and grab your ankles, Jimmy."
Wilson dropped his head forward to rest on the cool sheet. He reached back to grasp his left ankle with his left hand, doing the same on the right side. He shivered as House ran the ends of the cord down his spine. House fondled his ass in passing as he ran the cords down each leg in turn. Then, while Wilson was floating in a daze of sensation from the feather light touches, House swiftly bound each elbow to the knee beside it.
Wilson started gasping and listened to Chase groan quietly somewhere far above his head. House wrapped cord around his calves and forearms. Then House stroked his hands up Wilson’s legs and back.
"I’m going to bind your fingers down now, Jimmy."
Wilson groaned in the back of his throat as he felt House begin to encircle his hands and ankles with the sports wrap they’d found for Wilson’s need to have even his fingers motionless. House swiftly finished and let his fingers roam over skin as he leaned in to kiss Wilson’s upper thigh.
House pulled Chase into his new line of sight. He watched as House trailed cord across the younger man’s chest before seizing his right arm and binding it to rest in the small of Chase’s back. House took his mouth in a hard, deep kiss. His breath coming in gasps, Chase leaned into House as the older man tormented his nipples.
"Stay still, Robbie." House stepped away from Chase and came back to Wilson. He quickly pulled Wilson’s knees wider apart and tied them to the ropes trailing from the head and foot of the bed. House spread lube onto Wilson and his own fingers. "Next time I’ll make Robbie spread you open."
House pressed two fingers to Wilson’s hole, barely pressing in before pulling back and firmly rubbing down his perineum. Wilson whimpered as the motion was repeated. He watched Chase watching House and tried to squirm. House leaned forward and bit him on the back of one thigh. He could feel House wrapping cord lightly in a spiral up his cock and tying it just under the head. Chase began to pant and Wilson could see pre-come dripping down his shaft.
House’s fingers went back to Wilson’s ass and pressed in. Slowly pumping in and out, House tapped Wilson’s scrotum in a random rhythm with his other hand. House added a third finger and thrust harder into Wilson, causing him to tremble and gasp for breath.
"Come here, Robbie."
Chase moved around the end of the bed and moaned as House spread lube on him. House reached down and tugged lightly on his balls. Then House positioned Chase behind Wilson and guided him into the other man. Both men groaned as Chase sank deeper. Once Wilson relaxed from the initial stroke, House gripped Chase’s hips and jerked his hips back and forth. Chase dropped his head to his chest as House fucked them on each other.
"Settle against him, Robbie." House pushed on Chase’s upper back until he curled forward and rested his weight on Wilson, who whined loudly. House brought Chase’s bound left fist around and pressed the side of his wrist into Wilson’s mouth before swiftly binding the arm in place. Wilson’s breath heaved through his nose as he mouthed Chase’s wrist.
Chase canted his hips slightly and Wilson gave a muffled grunt. House pressed a kiss to his shoulder and then bound him tightly to Wilson. Chase could feel each cord holding him in place. Holding Wilson to him. Keeping them from flying apart and letting House prove their trust in him was deserved. Showing him their love and trust in a way House could handle.
House bound Chase’s ankles the outside of Wilson’s bound legs, trapping his arms between, and then bound his shoulders to Wilson’s chest. House took a moment to pull on Wilson’s nipples. Once House had them bound, he began to run his fingers across their skin for several long minutes.
Chase jerked his hips as much as he could, knowing House would have bound him tighter if he hadn’t wanted the movement. Beneath him Wilson trembled, muffled noises tickling Chase’s wrist and tears leaking from the corners of his eyes to wet Chase’s skin. House pressed lubed fingers into Chase’s opening, roughly spreading him.
"Fuck him as much as you can, Robbie." House used his free hand to grope Wilson’s balls, causing the other man’s muscles to tighten, making Chase groan. "That’s it, Jimmy. Like this, don’t you? Being helpless, being gagged." House brought his hand around to brush his fingers across Wilson’s cheek as he continued to pump in and out of Chase. Wilson gave a muffled whimper.
House pulled away from them. Chase keened low in his throat as Wilson clenched around him. Then suddenly something hard, slick, and cool thrust into him. Chase jerked when it started to vibrate.
"Bugger." His voice was thready with need as the vibrations spread through him. House pulled the dildo back and pressed in again at a different angle. Chase’s world exploded.
In the haze of his climax, Chase could feel the vibrator being pulled from him to rest against his and Wilson’s balls. The sensation was too much and Chase passed out.
House watched as first one, then the other slumped down limply as their orgasms overtook them. Turning off the vibrator, House took himself in hand, stroked himself until he came all over the two other men’s sides. House gently untied and straightened them out on the bed. He cleaned their groins, and Wilson’s face, but left his semen drying on their sides.
It’d be hard as hell to get off later and House liked that. House settled between them and lazily stroked what skin he could reach on them both. He stared at the ceiling, waiting for his pill to kick in so he could sleep.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Grouping: House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Summary: Pure smut.
Warnings: Hey, pay attention to this, please. This is not a Picture Puzzles verse fic. This version of the trio isn't that version. This has bondage in it and use of a toy.
Beta:
recrudescence
A/N: This is for
saara_zaara for explaining how to post correctly to me. :) Yes, I'm giving smut for thank you's. The main fic for the universe used in this short will start going up once I'm done messing with job interviews (the fic starts long before the events in this short, btw).
House sat on Wilson’s couch, lazily petting Chase’s hair as they watched television. The younger man was curled up with the top of his head resting against House’s left thigh.
"I think you should have dropped in today."
"It was my day off, why would I come in?"
Chase tucked a hand under his face. "Wilson hid in his office all day. I covered his clinic hours when he didn’t show. When I started to come home, he said he’d be along shortly."
House stilled his hand. "Do you know what happened?"
"I think more legal papers, maybe. No patients of his died."
"Could have paged me."
"He told me not to when I asked him if he wanted you there." Chase rolled onto his back and looked up at House. "Last time he got papers, he didn’t sleep until we exhausted him."
House brushed hair off of Chase’s forehead. "Go gather the things we’ll need. I’ll greet Wilson."
Chase scrambled off the couch and down the hallway. House turned off the television. With Chase’s sense of timing, Wilson would be showing up any minute. House rubbed the slight bulge in his pants before going to stand by the front door.
Within a few minutes, he heard the key in the lock of the door. As Wilson came through the door, House pinned him to the wall and pushed the door closed with his hand.
"Pretty Jimmy."
Wilson dropped everything he was holding and wrapped his arms around House. "Horrible day. Make it go away, Greg."
House took Wilson’s mouth hard, thrusting his tongue into the other man. House pulled on Wilson’s clothes as he devoured his mouth. House felt Chase press up against Wilson’s side. Pulling back, House gazed at his partners.
Chase stood gloriously naked, pale skin showcasing the livid marks across his hips and thighs. His cock was already hard, standing out from its nest of dark blond curls. Wilson stood with his shirt dangling from his wrists, his hard chest heaving with each breath. His pants were open and pulled down under his scrotum, pushing his cock and balls upwards. His head was thrown back against the wall, showing the fine line of his neck and the bite mark at the base just showing under the edge of his half undone tie.
House twisted Wilson’s trapped hands together behind his back. "Take his tie off, Robbie."
Chase loosened and pulled Wilson’s tie off and let it drop to the floor. House used his free hand to pinch the skin just above Wilson’s right nipple. Waiting for Wilson’s quick intake of breath to be over, House twisted the skin he held.
Wilson thumped his head on the wall behind him as he arched and moaned. House tugged on the skin as he pulled his hand away. He grabbed Chase and brought the younger man’s mouth to the forming mark. Chase licked the abused skin before biting down.
Wilson’s hips bucked and he strained in House’s hold. "Please, Greg. Hold me tighter."
House pulled on Wilson’s captured wrists. He pushed Chase ahead of them towards the bedroom and used Wilson as his balance point along the way. Once there, House pulled Wilson’s clothes off and stopped for a moment to admire the other man’s body.
Wilson flushed under the scrutiny. "Greg."
House pulled one of Wilson’s wrists behind his back and twisted it up between his shoulder blades. "Tightly bound. Kneeling for us to toy with. That’ll work, don’t you think, Robbie?"
Chase pressed himself to Wilson’s side and gasped as House stroked his ass. "Yes. Bind me too, please."
House growled and brought his hand around from Chase’s ass to pinch and twist skin on his inner thigh. Chase grunted and trembled. House pushed Wilson to his knees and brought his head to Chase’s thigh.
"Bite him, Jimmy."
Wilson bit down on the skin House had pinched, loving the feel of Chase’s muscles jerking under his lips. House pulled Wilson roughly away from Chase and pushed him towards the bed.
"Kneel, Jimmy."
Wilson knelt on the bed, glancing at the ropes leading from the head and foot boards, and waited. He watched as House pulled cords from the large pile. His breathing started to hitch as he watched House wrap a cord around Chase’s left hand, binding the fingers into a fist. House pushed Chase to stand against the side of the bed facing Wilson, displaying the younger man’s erect cock by pushing Chase’s hips forward just a little. Chase’s right hand was placed flat on his stomach. Then House turned to Wilson, holding more cords in his hand.
"Lay your head on the mattress and grab your ankles, Jimmy."
Wilson dropped his head forward to rest on the cool sheet. He reached back to grasp his left ankle with his left hand, doing the same on the right side. He shivered as House ran the ends of the cord down his spine. House fondled his ass in passing as he ran the cords down each leg in turn. Then, while Wilson was floating in a daze of sensation from the feather light touches, House swiftly bound each elbow to the knee beside it.
Wilson started gasping and listened to Chase groan quietly somewhere far above his head. House wrapped cord around his calves and forearms. Then House stroked his hands up Wilson’s legs and back.
"I’m going to bind your fingers down now, Jimmy."
Wilson groaned in the back of his throat as he felt House begin to encircle his hands and ankles with the sports wrap they’d found for Wilson’s need to have even his fingers motionless. House swiftly finished and let his fingers roam over skin as he leaned in to kiss Wilson’s upper thigh.
House pulled Chase into his new line of sight. He watched as House trailed cord across the younger man’s chest before seizing his right arm and binding it to rest in the small of Chase’s back. House took his mouth in a hard, deep kiss. His breath coming in gasps, Chase leaned into House as the older man tormented his nipples.
"Stay still, Robbie." House stepped away from Chase and came back to Wilson. He quickly pulled Wilson’s knees wider apart and tied them to the ropes trailing from the head and foot of the bed. House spread lube onto Wilson and his own fingers. "Next time I’ll make Robbie spread you open."
House pressed two fingers to Wilson’s hole, barely pressing in before pulling back and firmly rubbing down his perineum. Wilson whimpered as the motion was repeated. He watched Chase watching House and tried to squirm. House leaned forward and bit him on the back of one thigh. He could feel House wrapping cord lightly in a spiral up his cock and tying it just under the head. Chase began to pant and Wilson could see pre-come dripping down his shaft.
House’s fingers went back to Wilson’s ass and pressed in. Slowly pumping in and out, House tapped Wilson’s scrotum in a random rhythm with his other hand. House added a third finger and thrust harder into Wilson, causing him to tremble and gasp for breath.
"Come here, Robbie."
Chase moved around the end of the bed and moaned as House spread lube on him. House reached down and tugged lightly on his balls. Then House positioned Chase behind Wilson and guided him into the other man. Both men groaned as Chase sank deeper. Once Wilson relaxed from the initial stroke, House gripped Chase’s hips and jerked his hips back and forth. Chase dropped his head to his chest as House fucked them on each other.
"Settle against him, Robbie." House pushed on Chase’s upper back until he curled forward and rested his weight on Wilson, who whined loudly. House brought Chase’s bound left fist around and pressed the side of his wrist into Wilson’s mouth before swiftly binding the arm in place. Wilson’s breath heaved through his nose as he mouthed Chase’s wrist.
Chase canted his hips slightly and Wilson gave a muffled grunt. House pressed a kiss to his shoulder and then bound him tightly to Wilson. Chase could feel each cord holding him in place. Holding Wilson to him. Keeping them from flying apart and letting House prove their trust in him was deserved. Showing him their love and trust in a way House could handle.
House bound Chase’s ankles the outside of Wilson’s bound legs, trapping his arms between, and then bound his shoulders to Wilson’s chest. House took a moment to pull on Wilson’s nipples. Once House had them bound, he began to run his fingers across their skin for several long minutes.
Chase jerked his hips as much as he could, knowing House would have bound him tighter if he hadn’t wanted the movement. Beneath him Wilson trembled, muffled noises tickling Chase’s wrist and tears leaking from the corners of his eyes to wet Chase’s skin. House pressed lubed fingers into Chase’s opening, roughly spreading him.
"Fuck him as much as you can, Robbie." House used his free hand to grope Wilson’s balls, causing the other man’s muscles to tighten, making Chase groan. "That’s it, Jimmy. Like this, don’t you? Being helpless, being gagged." House brought his hand around to brush his fingers across Wilson’s cheek as he continued to pump in and out of Chase. Wilson gave a muffled whimper.
House pulled away from them. Chase keened low in his throat as Wilson clenched around him. Then suddenly something hard, slick, and cool thrust into him. Chase jerked when it started to vibrate.
"Bugger." His voice was thready with need as the vibrations spread through him. House pulled the dildo back and pressed in again at a different angle. Chase’s world exploded.
In the haze of his climax, Chase could feel the vibrator being pulled from him to rest against his and Wilson’s balls. The sensation was too much and Chase passed out.
House watched as first one, then the other slumped down limply as their orgasms overtook them. Turning off the vibrator, House took himself in hand, stroked himself until he came all over the two other men’s sides. House gently untied and straightened them out on the bed. He cleaned their groins, and Wilson’s face, but left his semen drying on their sides.
It’d be hard as hell to get off later and House liked that. House settled between them and lazily stroked what skin he could reach on them both. He stared at the ceiling, waiting for his pill to kick in so he could sleep.