Picture Puzzles Part 13
Title: Picture Puzzles Part 13/?
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.
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(Part 12)
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House woke from a nightmare he could barely remember to find Chase curled into his side. The younger man’s arms were held tightly against his own chest and Wilson was plastered to Chase’s back. House tried to ease away from them only to have Chase close the distance and wrap a hand in his sweat pants at the hip.
House stifled a laugh as he watched Wilson mutter and follow Chase across the bed. Messing with them is much better than nightmares. Wonder if I can get Chase going before he wakes up. House carefully pushed on Chase’s shoulder until the younger man started to roll into Wilson. Wilson grumbled and rolled onto his back, creating enough room for Chase to roll into. House sat up, taking care to untangle Chase’s hand from his pants, and carefully assessed Chase to make sure he really was asleep. Little wombat is far too good at playing dead.
Once House was certain the younger man was sleeping he carefully moved the covers out of the way. He palmed Chase’s soft cock through the younger man’s sweats. He smiled as he felt the twitch under his hand. With deft touches House got the younger man to start making tiny jerking movements with his hips.
Chase suddenly shuddered and his eyes popped open. He looked at House.
"Going to say bugger?"
Chase rubbed his eyes. "Maybe. Messing with me, then?"
House nodded. "Oh, yeah."
Chase sighed and worked his way into sitting up. "Think it’d be far easier to mess with him." Chase waved a hand at Wilson.
"We can in a minute. Wilson said something just before he went to sleep about your back. Let me see."
Chase twisted so House could see his back.
"Uh. No more biting you until this one has healed. I didn’t realize I’d actually broken skin." House ran a finger beside the bite mark on Chase’s shoulder blade.
"Then how will you keep up your end of our bargain?" Chase turned back around and leaned against the headboard.
House rubbed his chin. "Hoping you’ll allow a substitute payment." House dropped his hand and reached across Chase to run it down Wilson’s torso. "Maybe a kiss a day?"
Chase snorted. "I’m not worried about that, you know."
"I know. This isn’t about that."
"Sure. Okay, but I want something else too."
House narrowed his eyes. "What?"
Chase let House take his hand and run it down Wilson’s chest. "You work with us on the touching a least a little every day."
"Was going to do that anyway." House let Chase pull his hand away and continued stroking Wilson’s skin. "You still need the bites to know this is real?"
Chase blew a breath up towards his bangs. "Sometimes everything seems like a dream. The ache from the bites helps because I know my dreams don’t hurt." Chase watched as House dodged Wilson’s hand as it came up to rub the area they’d just been touching. "He doesn’t really grasp what happened to you. He can’t think in those terms and apply it to you."
House pulled back sharply. "I’m glad he can’t. That you can... It’s troublesome."
Chase shrugged. "I’m guessing about a lot of it. If I hadn’t of taken piano lessons I’d be more confused."
"Tell me about your teacher."
Chase threaded a hand through Wilson’s hair. "She was okay. She liked to sit on my left side in her own chair during lessons. She’d tap my shoulder to keep me in time. She was always running late." Chase tugged on Wilson’s hair, hoping to get him awake without House noticing. "I walked to her flat, so I didn’t have to worry about my parents getting me there." He could feel the tiny jerk Wilson gave as he came awake. "She used to have me sight read something new every week."
House leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling. "He ran late too. Yours have a waiting bench?"
Chase held tight to keep Wilson from moving. "Yeah. Couldn’t talk while waiting."
"Right outside the piano room?"
"Yes. She’d give us cookies, but you had to make sure you didn’t leave any crumbs."
"Cookies sound better than jello."
Chase kept his hold on Wilson as the other man tensed. "They were always dry and she didn’t give anything to drink. I used to hide mine in my jacket pocket."
House rubbed at his right thigh. "He always checked. It was worse if we didn’t eat the jello. It always had a bitter taste."
"Drugged?"
"Yeah."
"If I could, I’d go back in time and murder him for you." Chase pulled his hand loose from Wilson’s hair once he was certain that the other man was awake and going to stay still.
"Nice thought." House grabbed Chase’s hand and pulled it to rest on his stomach.
Chase leaned his head back against the headboard. "You need a break? We can sleep somewhere else."
"No. You both stay right here." House dropped his head to his chest before turning to look at Chase. "I want this. I just…"
"Can’t do it all at once." Chase leaned his head onto House’s shoulder. "Would you be okay if I were to take James?"
House squeezed Chase’s hand. "Tried of being passive?"
"No. Just wondering."
"I want to see that. Have you talked to Jimmy about it?"
Chase pulled away and grinned at House. "Yeah. He doesn’t think he’d mind."
House nodded. "Breakfast." House reached across and smacked Wilson on the stomach. "Quit faking, Jimmy."
Wilson ohffed. "House."
"Hey, it is awake." House pushed himself to the edge of the bed. "Come on Jimmy, I want ice cream."
Wilson scrubbed his hand through his hair. "You can’t have ice cream for breakfast."
"Why not? It’s my ice cream." House pushed himself upright and held on to the headboard as he tried to find his balance.
"Actually it’s not. Robert and I paid for it."
House turned carefully and stuck his tongue out at Wilson who stared blandly back.
Chase looked between the other two. "Ice cream isn’t for breakfast."
"Fine. You two can have whatever you want. I’m having ice cream." House leaned heavily on the cane as he limped from the room.
Chase turned to Wilson. "Sorry."
Wilson gave Chase a quick kiss. "Quit saying that. You don’t need to be sorry. You just got him to say more about something he’s never talked about." Wilson sighed. "We’ll have to go out for more ice cream. If he has to eat mine we’ll never hear the end of it."
"Because of the marshmallows?"
"Yes. And to think I learned to like that flavor solely because I knew he didn’t like the marshmallows." Wilson threw the covers the rest of the way off and started to get up. "Did you notice he put our things into the closet?"
"Yeah, but I thought I wasn’t suppose to say anything."
"We aren’t. I just wondered if you’d noticed yet or not."
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House idly flipped through channels as he waited for the others to get back. The more time they spend together the more comfortable they become. Of course, it means they’re conspiring, but I can handle anything they come up with.
House clicked the television off when he heard the key turn in the lock. He watched as Chase held the door open for Wilson. As soon as Wilson was inside Chase kicked the door shut, dropped his bags, and pushed Wilson up against the wall.
"Wha…"
Chase pressed against Wilson. "Mine and Greg’s." Chase yanked Wilson’s jacket off and pulled his shirt loose from his pants. "Want you."
Wilson turned his head to look at House. Chase pulled the other man’s shirt off over his head and dropped it to join their jackets on the floor. House watched from the couch as Chase stripped off his own clothes with one hand while holding Wilson against the wall with the other.
"Could you put away the ice cream while I drag James to bed, please?"
House smiled. "As long as you don’t get far without me."
Chase smiled at him as he roamed his hands across Wilson’s back. "You get to watch. Maybe have him when I’m done."
Wilson groaned quietly.
"Oh, I think Jimmy will like that."
Wilson pressed himself into the wall as Chase’s hands cupped his ass through his pants.
"He’s a pretty one, isn’t he?" Chase kissed Wilson’s shoulder as the other man shivered.
"Very pretty. Going to pin him down to the bed until I get there?" House approached, snagged the bag handles with his cane, pulled them to him, and carefully bent to retrieve the discarded bags.
Chase ran his hand across Wilson’s shoulders, and then spread his hand to encircle the side of Wilson’s neck. "No. I’ll stand him next to the bed and have him displayed. We’ll be waiting, Greg." Chase pulled on Wilson and turned him towards the bedroom.
House watched them disappear into the bedroom and quickly headed for the kitchen to put away the food.
House limped into the bedroom to find Wilson standing naked beside the bed with his legs spread and his hands on his hips. Chase stood naked behind him teasing the skin along his ribs. Wilson rested his head against Chase’s shoulder.
"See how hot Greg thinks you look James?" Chase brushed a thumb across Wilson’s nipple and then skimmed his hand down to toy with the skin just below his navel. "Want to show Greg what you look like once you’ve been thoroughly fucked, spread open for him to take?"
House could see Wilson’s breathing grow quicker.
"Yes."
Chase kissed the side of Wilson’s neck. "Good. Get on the bed on your knees. Kneel facing the headboard."
Wilson crawled onto the bed as Chase trailed his hands across the other man’s back and legs. House moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed where Chase indicated he wanted him. Chase rubbed his own erection quickly before settling behind Wilson.
"Spread your knees and bend forward. We want to see you."
Wilson spread his knees and bent forward onto all fours. Chase ran his fingers down Wilson’s spine and teased the top of his ass. Wilson gasped and rocked back slightly. House started to reach out to touch as well, but stopped himself after only inches.
"Handsome, James. Arms above your head, love." Chase helped Wilson stretch his arms out. The move lengthened the line of Wilson’s back and House’s hands itched to touch. Chase ran his hands along Wilson’s arms to his back and then down to fondle his ass. "I’m going to open you up now, James."
Wilson trembled as Chase spread lube on him. House adjusted himself and started to tease his own erection as he watched Chase press a lubed finger into Wilson who gave a quick buck of his hips. Chase worked his finger slowly in and out. Wilson moaned and buried his head in the bed sheet.
"That’s it, love. Moan for us. Show us how much you want this." Chase pulled out and pressed in again with two fingers. "Tell us, James. Tell us who you belong to."
Wilson panted and his answer was muffled, "Greg and you, Robert. Both…both of…you."
"Good, love." Chase twisted his fingers and firmly rubbed Wilson’s prostate. Wilson thrust and groaned. Chase slowly pressed in a third finger. "Going to give yourself to us aren’t you, James? Going to let both of us fuck you. Take you until you weep, isn’t that right, love?"
Wilson gasped and rocked back onto Chase’s fingers. "Oh, yes…please."
Chase pumped his fingers in and out, catching Wilson’s prostate as much as possible. "That’s right, love. Mine. Greg’s. You belong to us, don’t you?"
Wilson shuddered. "Yes…oh, please…fuck, yes…yours."
Chase grabbed up a condom and passed it to House who helped sheath and lube Chase. Chase knelt behind Wilson and thrust his fingers faster. "Tell us again, James. Plead for what you want."
"Please…anything…oh, god. Yours, Robert… Greg’s. I…belong…uh, fuck." Wilson’s pleading broke down into moaning.
Chase’s fingers pulled out only to be replaced by his dick. He slowly sank into Wilson with a groan. Wilson gave a muffled whimper and rocked back towards Chase. House rubbed himself harder as he watched Chase rub small circles on Wilson’s back with his left hand.
"So tight, love. Going to loosen you for Greg to take, James. Want that don’t you?" Chase slowly pulled back and thrust in again.
Wilson arched and started rolling his hips. "Yes, want…fucked."
Chase kissed Wilson’s back near his spine. "That’s right. Going to fuck you hard now, James." Chase gripped Wilson’s hips and started pounding him. Wilson gasped and gripped the sheets.
House pressed his hand against his cock as he watched Chase thrust fast and hard. Wilson buck and thrashed under the other man. Their grunts and moans filled House’s ears until House couldn’t stand just the noise any longer.
"Fuck him, Robbie. Make him come for you."
Chase changed the angle of his thrusts until he was causing Wilson to grunt every couple of thrusts. Suddenly Chase’s movements became erratic and he thrust deep as he came. Wilson shuddered. House pulled his sweats down and preped himself as Chase rested for a few moments before pulling out of Wilson.
"Good…James…let Greg….make you…come." Chase lay on his right side and watched as House slipped two fingers into Wilson’s ass.
Wilson whined as House rubbed his inner walls without focusing on his prostate. House pulled his fingers out and quickly buried himself in Wilson. He laid his forehead on Wilson’s spine as he adjusted to the feel. Chase laid his left hand on House’s side as he caught his breath.
"That’s right. Take what’s yours, love. Fuck James until he cries out."
Wilson pushed himself back to meet each thrust as House began to pump steadily in and out. Chase kept his hand against House’s side as he watched. Wilson moaned and started to bring his left hand down until Chase pinned his hand to the bed.
"Ask us, James. You belong to us. Ask for what you want, love."
Wilson shook and groaned as he tried to pull his hand free. House gripped Wilson’s hips tighter and sped up his thrusts. Wilson clenched and unclenched his captured hand as he whimpered.
"Tell us James. Ask us for what you need."
"C…come…please…oh, Greg….love…please, R…Robert."
"Good, James. When Greg says you can I’ll let you come." Chase pressed Wilson’s hand tighter to the bed and looked at House who was silently panting as he drove into Wilson.
"Ours, Robbie" House stilled. "Now."
Wilson twisted and ground himself back onto House’s cock as Chase let go of his hand. Wilson brought his left hand to his own dick as Chase pressed his left hand against House’s side once again. Wilson pulled hard on himself as House started thrusting again. Wilson writhed until he stiffened and came with a strangled shout.
House pulled out and plunged two fingers into Wilson. "Robbie, fingers, love."
Chase moved until he could press two fingers of his lubed right hand into Wilson alongside House. They fucked their fingers in and out of Wilson as he shuddered and pleaded brokenly beneath them. House stripped off the condom and awkwardly pumped into his left hand until he came with a quiet grunt, spilling over Wilson’s lower back and ass.
As House started to pull away Chase caught his right arm and pulled him back towards Wilson’s limp form. Chase pulled Wilson’s ass cheeks apart.
"He’ll twitch if you blow on him, love."
House blew gently across Wilson’s hole and smiled as it twitched. He sat up and pressed a kiss to the side of Chase’s face.
"Done now." House straightened his sweats, scooted to the edge of the bed, and limped heavily from the room. Chase watched as the expected washcloth came sailing in and the bathroom door clicked closed.
Chase sighed, got the washcloth, and went about cleaning them up.
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Wilson floated back to himself to find Chase sitting cross-legged, watching the bedroom door. He was picking absently at the cloth of his sleeping pants.
"What’s wrong?" Wilson blinked at the sound of his own voice. Do I really sound that weak?
Chase jerked and turned to look down at him. "It’s been a long while and he hasn’t come out yet."
Wilson struggled into a sitting position. "You listen at the door?"
"Yes. No sounds I could make out."
"Huh. I’ll go check if you want."
Chase nodded. "Please."
Wilson worked on getting his limbs to obey for a few moments before kissing Chase on the temple. "It’ll be okay."
Chase absently nodded and continued to stare at the doorway.
Wilson wobbled as he stood. Wonder if this is what House’s balance feels like all the time. Wilson slowly made his way to the door of the bathroom. He stood and listened to the sound of nothing for a few moments before knocking.
When all he got in response was a grunt, Wilson opened the door and went in. House was sitting on his shower seat, leaning into the corner.
"You okay?"
"Fine."
Wilson sat down on the toilet lid. "Don’t look fine. If you were fine you’d have come out by now."
"I can’t."
"Can’t, what? Can’t move, can’t do that again? What?"
"I…Robbie had his hand on me. It…" House made a rude noise. "I can’t explain."
Wilson cocked his head. "This is about control isn’t it? You didn’t tell or ask Robert to touch you, that’s the problem."
House softly banged his head against the wall. "It’s stupid."
"No, it’s not. I have an idea that ought to help. Want to try it?"
House blinked. "Okay."
Wilson held out his hand. "Come on, let’s get you on the couch and then I’ll go get Robert."
House gripped Wilson’s forearm hard and pulled himself up.
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Wilson quickly returned to Chase as soon as he got House sitting on his end of the couch. He rubbed at one of the bruises the others had inflicted on his hip as he moved. He sat down by Chase.
"It’s just a minor freak out." Wilson tapped Chase’s knee. "Think you can let him do anything to you?"
Chase nodded. "I trust him."
"Okay." Wilson helped Chase stand. "Strip. House is on the couch." Wilson kissed Chase quickly before turning to rummage in the bedside drawer for lube.
Chase stripped and preceded Wilson into the living room. Wilson pushed Chase to kneel on the couch and spread his knees as wide as he could. Chase folded his hands under himself as he settled.
"Greg, I want to see how many fingers you can get into Robert." Wilson pressed the lube he held into House’s hand. "I want to watch you fingerfuck him."
Chase’s breathing hitched and he turned his head to look at Wilson as he settled on the closer arm of the chair. House stared at the lube for a moment before turning his attention to Wilson.
"How tight to you think Robbie is?"
"He’s tight, but I think Robert can handle four fingers. Can’t you love?"
Chase shivered. "Yes. For Greg."
House lubed his fingers and pressed one finger to Chase’s hole.
"Yours, Greg. I belong to you and James." Chase relaxed deeper into the couch’s embrace as he spoke.
House rubbed his finger back and forth for a few moments before slipping it inside.
Chase drew a sharp breath and then sighed as House wiggled his finger. Wilson watched as House pulled out and thrust back in with two fingers. Chase jerked and moaned.
"That’s it, love. Make him whimper for you." Wilson reached out and threaded his hand through Chase’s hair.
House pumped two fingers in and out of Chase. He fondled Chase’s balls and inner thighs with his other hand as the younger man rolled his hips. House twisted his fingers until Chase shuddered.
House pressed in a third finger and targeted Chase’s prostate causing the younger man to tremble. "Mine, aren’t you, Robbie?"
Chase thrashed as House pulled his dick down and away from his stomach. "Oh, yours. Yes….love."
House fondled Chase’s cock as he thrust his fourth finger into him. Chase squirmed and moaned as House sped up his thrusts. Wilson petted Chase’s hair.
"Come for him, Robert."
House tightened his hold on Chase as he stilled his fingers and rode out the younger man’s shudders until he slumped. House started thrusting his fingers again causing Chase to yelp and twitch. "You belong to Jimmy too."
Chase writhed and jerked as House continued to pump in and out. Wilson watched as Chase’s eyes started to leak and Chase pressed his face into Wilson’s hand as it slipped from the younger man’s hair to rest on his cheek.
House fondled Chase’s balls and cock as he twisted his fingers to rub the younger man’s prostate. Soon Chase was pulling in great sobbing breaths.
"Say you are worth something, Robbie. I’ll let you be done if you can."
Chase shuddered and bucked. "Uh, worth?"
"Yes, love. Say you are worth something." House thrust harder.
"Oh…uh, worth….s…something." Chase gasped. "Please."
House thrust in one last time and firmly rubbed across Chase’s perineum with his other hand before pulling his fingers out and blowing on the younger man’s skin. Chase sobbed again before going limp and quiet, dropping to the couch cushions.
Wilson gently wiped away the younger man’s tears with his thumb and looked at House.
House sat looking down at Chase and breathed deeply. "I shouldn’t have done that."
Wilson blinked. "Why not? He let you."
House rubbed his knuckles across the upper edge of the back of Chase’s thigh. "I made him cry."
"Clean him up and he won’t mind." Wilson stood up. If he can even remember crying; you had him so out of it. "I’ll bring you a washcloth."
House leaned his head back against the couch back. "Think you can move him by yourself?"
Wilson looked over his shoulder at House as he headed for the bathroom. "Yeah. We’ll need to wake him for dinner though. You want to just leave him on the couch once I manhandle him back into clothes?"
"Yeah, okay. I’ll help you dress him."
Wilson came back with the warm washcloth and Chase’s discarded sleeping pants. He handed the cloth to House and let the man clean himself and Chase. They manhandled Chase into his pants and laid him so his head was resting on House’s good thigh.
"I don’t want to have to control this forever, Jimmy."
Wilson lifted Chase’s feet, sat down, and resettled the younger man’s feet in his lap. "If we work on the massage I don’t think you’ll have to. You are doing fine, Greg. Sometimes you have to take a step back before you can go forward again."
And if House petted Chase’s hair for the rest of the afternoon Wilson wasn’t about to mention it.
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(Part 14)