Binding Forces Chapter 1
Title: Binding Forces Chapter 1/?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Grouping: (H/W this chapter) House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Summary: House finds out Wilson is more interesting than he thought.
Warnings: Bondage, BDSM elements, tie!kink(this chapter only)
Beta:
saara_zaara
Further Warnings: This fic will explore various kinks. I will warn by chapter which kinks. Please note that while some of the kinks the trio (yes, yes, I know it's only H/W this chapter, they'll add Chase) tries fail miserably the fic will not become dark and there will be no non-con elements. This is more about the struggle to figure out how to be a threesome and working out what best works for them. Should you need to skip a chapter please email me and I'll give you a summary without smut as to what happens so you do not feel lost when you pick up again. I understand that there will be people whose 'ick' button may be pushed at some point. I will do my best to warn ahead of time. :D
A/N on trio versions: H/W/Ch versions I'm currently writing.
****
House moved quietly past Wilson as he slept on the couch. He had played all the pranks he could think of to try and make sure Wilson focused on the pranks and not on how much House wanted him to stay. House knew that Wilson had figured out that his flirting wasn’t harmless fun a few weeks prior. Wilson had hid in his office for a couple of days before emerging to let House steal half his lunch once again.
Still haven’t figured out if he decided to ignore the whole thing or if he just doesn’t know what to do. House stopped and gazed at Wilson when the sleeping man’s breathing hitched. House could barely make out the grimace on his face in the low light as Wilson started making little grunting noises. Uh, he’s never had an erotic dream here before. I’ll have to tease him about it at work. House started to continue on until he heard Wilson mutter his name.
House turned back and moved to stand at the back of the couch. He watched Wilson’s hand movements speed up under the covers. House flicked a strand of hair off of Wilson’s forehead as he debated what he ought to do. House snatched his hand back as Wilson flung his right hand up above his head. House watched as the other man pressed his hand down against his pillow and twisted as though it was being held there.
House cocked his head in thought as Wilson’s lips parted to accommodate his gasping breaths.
“Oh, tighter.” Wilson’s voice was quiet with a desperate edge. He ground his free hand into the pillow and wiggled his fingers as he pumped himself with his left hand.
House blinked. Now that’s different, isn’t it Jimmy? House brushed his fingers across Wilson’s upturned wrist. Wilson sucked in a sharp breath and arched. House pulled back quickly as Wilson moaned.
“House, uh…please.”
Even calls me House in his wet dreams. That so deserves a rude awakening. House quickly limped back into the kitchen and rummaged through the freezer. He came back with a small handful of ice and grinned as he pulled Wilson’s sweatshirt collar out and dumped the ice down his front.
Wilson shouted, flailed, and fell to the floor between the couch and the coffee table. He sat stunned for a moment before franticly pulling ice from his clothing. Once he’d extracted all the offending pieces of ice he glared up at House.
"What the fuck was that for, House?"
House smirked. "If you’re going to jerk off to dreams of me at least use my first name when you moan." House watched the stunned expression bleed into panic before turning towards his bedroom. "Night, Wilson."
He could hear the cursing behind him and he smiled.
****
Chase watched as House smiled at Wilson’s back as they parted in the hallway outside of the Diagnostics office. Wilson looked like he hadn’t gotten any sleep. Chase figured it had everything to do with how happy House looked.
House stepped into the office and went straight for the coffee.
"Morning. Did you torture Dr. Wilson last night?"
House turned until he could see Chase out of the corner of his eye as he poured coffee in his cup. "Torture is such a strong word. Why do you care?"
Chase shrugged. "He looks exhausted, you look happy. Just want to know if I need to hide."
House took a sip of his coffee and turned to face Chase. "That you pay attention to Wilson’s physical state intrigues me. Do you have an interest in Jimmy?"
Chase popped the end of his pen into his mouth and spoke around it. "Wouldn’t concern you if I did."
House took a step towards the younger man. "It would if you showed an interest in someone else as well."
Chase glanced down at his crossword before pulling the pen from his mouth and throwing it onto the table. Bloody bastard. Should have known he’d notice that too. "Don’t know what you’re talking about."
House hit the edge of the table with his cane. "Sure you don’t. Don’t let the other children bug me when they show up with the results from the labs. I’ll be busy." House headed into his office.
"Playing on your Game Boy, you mean."
House looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Playing at least."
****
Wilson thumped his head on his desk. Not only do I manage to have a wet dream on House’s couch it has to be about House with the damn man right there watching. Oh, god, he was watching. I’d kill him if I didn’t love him. Of course, I’d have killed him about five days after I met him if I didn’t love him. Ugh. Wilson thumped his head against the desk again. I have barely gotten used to the idea that I want him. I’m not ready for him to know, not that I didn’t think he’d notice. I just thought I’d have a little more time before he decided to push the issue.
Wilson brought his hands up to lay on the desk on either side of his head as he hit his head again. I suppose I should be glad it was the dream with just House and not the one with both him and Chase. I could just hear the jokes he’d make about that. Ugh.
Wilson jerked as his hands were pinned to the desk at the wrist. I hate my best friend. Wilson thumped his head harder.
"Trying to give yourself a head injury?"
Wilson opened his eyes and stared at the top of his desk. "Maybe." Wilson pulled against House’s hold on his arms. "Let go, House."
He could feel House lean into him and he desperately willed his body not to respond. House got so close Wilson could feel the man’s breath curling around his ear.
"No, Jimmy. I think you like being held down."
Wilson could feel his breathing quicken despite himself and he struggled to suppress a shudder. "What?"
House moved his head to the other ear. "Don’t play coy, Jimmy. Your body says you like it."
"My body is exhausted. You keep playing pranks on me."
House pushed his nose into Wilson’s hair. "Maybe I’m distracting you with pranks." House released Wilson and in a lightening quick move groped the younger man before dropping into his usual chair.
Wilson popped his head up and glared. "House!"
House smirked at him. "Yes, Wilson?"
Wilson dropped his head back to the desk with a thud. "Go away, House."
"Oh, no, I don’t think so, Jimmy. I’m tired of this." House thumped his cane on the floor. "If you want to just ignore it, fine. If you don’t know what the hell you want, fine. If you’re afraid - that’s not fine, Jimmy."
Wilson sighed and lifted his head. "I’m still trying to get used to the idea, House."
"Bullshit.. If you hadn’t of cheated on wife number two during that conference with that doctor from Chicago - who was very male - I might believe you."
Wilson glared. "Maybe I’m not used to the idea of being attracted to you."
House smirked. "You got over that when you quit hiding in your office. What’s the real problem?"
Wilson buried his head in his hands. "I can’t be faithful. It just doesn’t work, no matter how hard I try."
"Hmm." House rubbed his chin on the handle of his cane. "Maybe you need something different."
Wilson peered through his fingers at House. "Like what?"
House smiled. "Give me two weeks. If you feel the need to roam we’ll discuss it then."
Wilson closed his eyes and dropped his head back to the desk. "I’m gonna die."
"Sure you are, Jimmy. Everybody does." House patted him on the head and left.
Wilson waited for a minute before thumping his head one more time. There’s no stopping him. I know that. It’ll be easier to just go along. When it blows up in our faces maybe it’ll kill us and I won’t have to try to live with him hating me. Wilson lifted his head and reached for the pile of charts awaiting his attention.
****
Cameron dropped the lab results on the table in front of Chase. "Do you know where House is?"
Chase didn’t look up as he shook his head. "No. He said not to bother him."
"He always says that." Cameron poured herself a cup of coffee. "Did you see Wilson this morning?"
Chase glanced up at her. "What does it matter?"
They both glanced up as Foreman came in.
"He seemed tired to me."
Foreman sat across from Chase. "Who?"
Chase tapped his lips with his pen. "She’s being nosy about Wilson being tired."
Cameron sighed as she sat down as well. "Not nosy. I’m just worried that everything happening in Wilson’s life is getting to him."
Chase exchanged a look with Foreman.
"How is that any of your business?"
Cameron frowned at Foreman. "If Wilson gets sick, House gets upset."
Chase raised his eyebrows. "She’s got a point. House upset is a pain to deal with."
"Only because none of you give me an incentive to not be upset." House came around the corner of his office and stepped through the open doorway into the lounge. "Cameron, go do my clinic hours. Foreman, go check on our patient."
Chase moved to stand as well until House’s cane smacked into the tabletop.
"Oh, no. You stay."
Chase shrugged, sank back down, and picked up his crossword puzzle.
House waited until the other two had scowled and left before pulling out a chair and sitting. "Truth. You want Wilson?"
Chase kept his eyes firmly on his pen. "Would you kill me if I did?"
"No. No, I think I’d tease you both."
Chase sighed. "Bored, aren’t you?"
"Usually. What do you think of bondage?"
Chase brought his head up and stared at House. "Why do you want to know?"
House shrugged. "Just curious. Won’t even tease you about it if you answer."
Chase thought it over for a moment, considered what teasing he’d receive for not answering, and shrugged. "It’s alright." Chase absently rubbed his wrist with his other hand. "Takes a lot of trust to offer someone that."
House nodded. "Takes strength too." House stood up. "Ever want to dominate someone or are you always submissive?"
Chase blinked. "I don’t like exerting that much control. I’d rather dominate only when my partner needs it. I’d be considered a switch, but submitting is more satisfying."
"Hmm." House leered. "You on your knees is a very nice visual." House turned towards his office.
Chase stared after him, wondering how he’d ended up talking kink with his boss.
****
Wilson let himself into House’s apartment and was shoved against the door as soon as it closed.
"Hi, Wilson."
Wilson pushed back on House, but didn’t move him. "Get off me."
House captured his wrists and brought them above his head. "Really want me to move, Jimmy?"
Wilson could feel himself relax as House squeezed his wrists. His breathing picked up and his head leaned back against the door. "Oh, damn."
House smirked at him. "Like the look, Jimmy. Your eyes are darkening as I watch."
Wilson gasped and pulled on House’s hold. "Please." He could feel himself starting to harden.
House leaned into him and pressed his good thigh in against Wilson’s growing bulge. "Please what, Jimmy?"
Wilson tilted his head and took House’s mouth in a hard kiss. They moaned and rubbed against each other as their tongues battled. Finally Wilson pulled back and thumped his head against the door. He gazed up at his captured hands as he panted.
"Want me to let you go or do you want me to hold you tighter?"
Wilson closed his eyes and whispered, "Tighter."
House kissed Wilson’s neck and trailed little kisses across his cheek before taking him in a deep kiss.
"Let’s sit down." Wilson let House hang onto him as they moved to the couch. Once they’d sat down House trailed his fingers down Wilson’s arm.
"You been tied down before, Jimmy?"
Wilson dropped his gaze to his hands. "No, just thought about it."
"Been on bottom or top?"
"Both." Wilson undid the cuffs of his sleeves. "I liked being fucked best."
House gripped the back of Wilson’s neck and pulled him closer. "I don’t want to wait any longer, Jimmy."
Wilson shuddered. "Then don’t."
House smiled and attacked Wilson’s shirt buttons. "Want to make out or go straight to bed?"
Wilson loosened his tie. "Do I have to move back to the couch afterwards?"
House pulled Wilson’s shirt from his shoulders. "Not if I have you tied to the bed."
Wilson’s breathing hitched. House ran a hand across his upper chest from one shoulder to the other.
"The first time I’m going to fuck you without restraints. The second time I’m going to bind your arms and take you with your face pressed into the pillows."
Wilson panted and leaned into House’s caress. "And the third time?"
House thumbed Wilson’s lips. "I think that’ll be you on your knees bound in place with me fucking your mouth."
Wilson sucked House’s thumb into his mouth as he groaned.
"Want all that, Jimmy?"
Wilson nipped the pad of House’s thumb before releasing it. "Yes, but what if I find I don’t like being restrained?"
"Then you’ll get all of that without bindings."
Wilson wrapped House into an embrace and kissed the older man. House roamed his hands across Wilson’s back and shoulders as he kissed back. Wilson pulled back and looked House in the eyes.
"I want that. I want you."
House grinned. "Bed."
****
House watched Wilson as they undressed. He sat down to kick off his pants as paused to watch Wilson bend over to reach a sock. He waited for Wilson to be busy with his sock before groping his ass. Wilson yelped and stumbled forward before turning and lunging at House, pressing him flat to the bed.
"Are you trying to get me mad?"
House grinned up at him. "Is it working?"
Wilson rolled off of House. "No."
House kicked his pants and underwear the rest of the way off and rolled on top of Wilson.
Wilson relaxed and let House’s weight press him down.
House kissed the tip of Wilson’s nose
"Lay how you want. I’ll find the lube." House rolled off Wilson to search through the bedside drawer.
Wilson repositioned himself amongst the pillows and laid back. "Condoms?"
House stopped searching and looked at him. "Need them, or have I been over-advertising your sluttiness?"
"Haven’t had unprotected sex in months. Latest test was clean."
House went back to searching. "I’m willing to risk it with you."
"Okay." Wilson blinked. "You don’t have any condoms do you?"
House grinned as he pulled lube and several old ties from the drawer. "Nope. I know I’m clean."
House stroked his hands down Wilson’s arms and legs. "Know how you want it?"
Wilson arched into House’s hands as he swept his fingers across Wilson’s stomach and thighs. "Don’t care."
House nodded and began rubbing circles on Wilson’s stomach and sides. "Give yourself to me, Jimmy."
Wilson leaned his head back and half closed his eyes as House stroked and rubbed his skin. House watched as Wilson’s erection hardened and began to stand away from his stomach. House pressed a finger to the tiny slit in the cockhead. Wilson sucked in a breath.
"Pretty." House adjusted his position and engulfed the head of Wilson’s cock with his mouth.
Wilson gasped and bucked sharply. House swirled his tongue around and slowly sank down to take more in. Wilson gripped the sheets and whimpered as House bobbed up and down. Then he started to hum and Wilson jerked and started shallow thrusts.
House pulled back and watched as Wilson pumped his hips, his erection hitting only air as he groaned. House blew across the wet skin and smiled as it tightened. He took Wilson’s dick into his hand and slowly jacked his hand up and down the shaft.
"Want fucked now, Jimmy? Or do you want sucked?"
Wilson thrust harder. "Fuck…oh, fuck. Please."
House tightened his hold and sped up a little. "Want fucked rough or nice and easy, Jimmy?"
Wilson moaned. "R…rough, House. Damn… nice."
House chuckled as he let go of Wilson to lube his fingers. "Call me Greg and I’ll fuck you, Jimmy."
Wilson gripped behind his own knees and spread himself for House. "Greg. Fuck me."
House rubbed his fingers around Wilson’s hole. "You won’t hear this often, Jimmy." House slipped his finger in, letting Wilson bear down and take more of him in. "Love you." House leaned in carefully and hungrily kissed Wilson.
Wilson broke the kiss with a gasp as House worked a second finger into him. House wiggled his fingers watching as Wilson twisted his hands under his knees and pulled his legs further apart. Pulling slowly out House thrust back in hard making Wilson grunt. Then he gripped Wilson’s hip and began fucking the younger man with his fingers. Wilson twitched as his prostate was rubbed.
Soon Wilson was moaning and pleading for more. House pressed his third finger in and he blew on Wilson’s cock as he worked his fingers. Wilson flung his head from side to side. House pulled his fingers out and quickly lubed his cock. He pressed Wilson’s legs harder into the younger man’s chest and thrust into him. He quickly pulled back and thrust in again until he was buried completely.
Wilson groaned and stared up at House. The older man grinned and started moving. Hard and fast he plunged in and out of Wilson’s hot, tight ass. House pulled Wilson to him as he fucked him and kissed any skin he could reach. Wilson bucked and withered under him grunting each time House stroked over his prostate. Soon House was moaning and panting as he pounded into the other man.
House grasped Wilson’s left leg and pressed it into the younger man’s chest. "Jack…off, Jimmy."
Wilson let go of his leg and snaked his left hand around to stroke himself. House watched as the younger man palmed his balls and caressed his cock. House sped up his thrusts and was rewarded with Wilson’s pleas and moans.
House buried his face against the inside of Wilson’s knee and came with a grunt. He quickly pulled out and deftly flipped Wilson over onto his stomach. He grabbed Wilson’s balls and tugged firmly causing Wilson to yelp.
"Mine, Jimmy." House nipped at an upturned buttock as he quickly bound Wilson’s wrists behind his back with an old tie.
"Oh, shit." Wilson pressed his face into the sheets as House stroked down the back of his legs.
"Okay, Jimmy?"
Wilson nuzzled the sheet under him. "Good…oh, god…so good."
House stroked Wilson’s arms and legs as he watched Wilson’s erection harden even more. He ran a finger lightly down the straining shaft. "Pretty, Jimmy. All spread out helpless and bound. Displayed for me." House brushed his hands across Wilson’s ass. "Want to keep you like this. Love you like this."
Wilson moaned and tried to press both into the bed and House’s hands at the same time. House blew on Wilson’s balls and watched as the skin shivered. Wilson jerked and pushed back towards House.
"Still okay, Jimmy?"
Wilson rocked back and forth on his knees. "Uh…Greg…m…more."
House kissed Wilson’s bound and fluttering hands. "Okay." House quickly lubed his fingers again and plunged them into Wilson’s opening. Wilson groaned and pressed back onto House’s hand. House drove his fingers in and out causing Wilson to tremble as he rubbed across the younger man’s prostate. House brought his other hand up and rubbed firmly down Wilson’s perineum and balls. House kept going at the same steady pace until Wilson was sobbing and bucking under his hands.
"What do you say, Jimmy?" House pinched skin on Wilson’s inner thigh and twisted the skin as he pulled he hand away. "What do you say to be able to come, Jimmy?"
Wilson pulled in great sobbing breaths. "Please…oh, Greg…p…please…let…let me…come."
House sped up his fingers’ movement. "Who do you belong to, Jimmy? Who do you love?"
Wilson grunted as House slammed into him. "You…Greg."
House panted and sped up his thrusts as he took hold of Wilson’s cock with his other hand. "Good, Jimmy."
Wilson sobbed as the waves of pleasure broke across him. House pounded into him as he stroked Wilson’s dick. House leaned in and sucked on the edge of one ass cheek. Wilson gasped and spasmed as he came. House gradually slowed his movements to gentle Wilson through his orgasm.
House help Wilson down to lay on the bed and untied the younger man’s wrists. When Wilson just lay there, House gently moved his arms to a less stressful position. Checking that Wilson hadn’t broken skin with his struggles House was satisfied to see that the wrists were only an angry red. Then he stroked his hands across the backs of Wilson’s legs, lower back, and ass.
Wilson’s breathing settled into deep breaths and he looked at House out of one eye.
"Okay, Jimmy?"
"I’m flying." Wilson made a small noise through his nose. "Can’t move." He blinked. "Liked it."
House stroked Wilson’s back. "You more than liked it."
Wilson tried to roll over and had to wait for House to help. Once he was lying on his back he tried to make his arm reach out towards House, but it wouldn’t move. House saw the twitch and grasped Wilson’s hand.
"Loved it. Love you, too." Wilson’s eyelids drooped. "Sleep now?"
House brushed sweaty hair off Wilson’s forehead. "Sleep. You can shower when you wake up."
Wilson closed his eyes. "O…kay."
House continued to stroke random skin until Wilson’s breathy snores filled the air. House limped slowly into the bathroom and cleaned himself up before cleaning Wilson up as much as he could. He thinks he has to stray because no one’s been able to keep his attention before. If I can get him to look at Chase when he starts thinking about wandering I might be able to get them both together. With two people to deal with it should keep him interested enough to stay put. If I can work out how to bind them to each other we’ll all do well. Jimmy is going to fall apart if he doesn’t start letting go more and Robbie has become too quiet since he decided to notice his attraction to us.
House popped a pill and lay down to ease the ache of his thigh. He watched Wilson sleep as he plotted how best to ensnare Chase if Wilson showed signs of straying.
****
(Part 2)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/Grouping: (H/W this chapter) House/Wilson/Chase
Disclaimer: Don't own them, as we all know.
Summary: House finds out Wilson is more interesting than he thought.
Warnings: Bondage, BDSM elements, tie!kink(this chapter only)
Beta:
saara_zaara
Further Warnings: This fic will explore various kinks. I will warn by chapter which kinks. Please note that while some of the kinks the trio (yes, yes, I know it's only H/W this chapter, they'll add Chase) tries fail miserably the fic will not become dark and there will be no non-con elements. This is more about the struggle to figure out how to be a threesome and working out what best works for them. Should you need to skip a chapter please email me and I'll give you a summary without smut as to what happens so you do not feel lost when you pick up again. I understand that there will be people whose 'ick' button may be pushed at some point. I will do my best to warn ahead of time. :D
A/N on trio versions: H/W/Ch versions I'm currently writing.
****
House moved quietly past Wilson as he slept on the couch. He had played all the pranks he could think of to try and make sure Wilson focused on the pranks and not on how much House wanted him to stay. House knew that Wilson had figured out that his flirting wasn’t harmless fun a few weeks prior. Wilson had hid in his office for a couple of days before emerging to let House steal half his lunch once again.
Still haven’t figured out if he decided to ignore the whole thing or if he just doesn’t know what to do. House stopped and gazed at Wilson when the sleeping man’s breathing hitched. House could barely make out the grimace on his face in the low light as Wilson started making little grunting noises. Uh, he’s never had an erotic dream here before. I’ll have to tease him about it at work. House started to continue on until he heard Wilson mutter his name.
House turned back and moved to stand at the back of the couch. He watched Wilson’s hand movements speed up under the covers. House flicked a strand of hair off of Wilson’s forehead as he debated what he ought to do. House snatched his hand back as Wilson flung his right hand up above his head. House watched as the other man pressed his hand down against his pillow and twisted as though it was being held there.
House cocked his head in thought as Wilson’s lips parted to accommodate his gasping breaths.
“Oh, tighter.” Wilson’s voice was quiet with a desperate edge. He ground his free hand into the pillow and wiggled his fingers as he pumped himself with his left hand.
House blinked. Now that’s different, isn’t it Jimmy? House brushed his fingers across Wilson’s upturned wrist. Wilson sucked in a sharp breath and arched. House pulled back quickly as Wilson moaned.
“House, uh…please.”
Even calls me House in his wet dreams. That so deserves a rude awakening. House quickly limped back into the kitchen and rummaged through the freezer. He came back with a small handful of ice and grinned as he pulled Wilson’s sweatshirt collar out and dumped the ice down his front.
Wilson shouted, flailed, and fell to the floor between the couch and the coffee table. He sat stunned for a moment before franticly pulling ice from his clothing. Once he’d extracted all the offending pieces of ice he glared up at House.
"What the fuck was that for, House?"
House smirked. "If you’re going to jerk off to dreams of me at least use my first name when you moan." House watched the stunned expression bleed into panic before turning towards his bedroom. "Night, Wilson."
He could hear the cursing behind him and he smiled.
****
Chase watched as House smiled at Wilson’s back as they parted in the hallway outside of the Diagnostics office. Wilson looked like he hadn’t gotten any sleep. Chase figured it had everything to do with how happy House looked.
House stepped into the office and went straight for the coffee.
"Morning. Did you torture Dr. Wilson last night?"
House turned until he could see Chase out of the corner of his eye as he poured coffee in his cup. "Torture is such a strong word. Why do you care?"
Chase shrugged. "He looks exhausted, you look happy. Just want to know if I need to hide."
House took a sip of his coffee and turned to face Chase. "That you pay attention to Wilson’s physical state intrigues me. Do you have an interest in Jimmy?"
Chase popped the end of his pen into his mouth and spoke around it. "Wouldn’t concern you if I did."
House took a step towards the younger man. "It would if you showed an interest in someone else as well."
Chase glanced down at his crossword before pulling the pen from his mouth and throwing it onto the table. Bloody bastard. Should have known he’d notice that too. "Don’t know what you’re talking about."
House hit the edge of the table with his cane. "Sure you don’t. Don’t let the other children bug me when they show up with the results from the labs. I’ll be busy." House headed into his office.
"Playing on your Game Boy, you mean."
House looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Playing at least."
****
Wilson thumped his head on his desk. Not only do I manage to have a wet dream on House’s couch it has to be about House with the damn man right there watching. Oh, god, he was watching. I’d kill him if I didn’t love him. Of course, I’d have killed him about five days after I met him if I didn’t love him. Ugh. Wilson thumped his head against the desk again. I have barely gotten used to the idea that I want him. I’m not ready for him to know, not that I didn’t think he’d notice. I just thought I’d have a little more time before he decided to push the issue.
Wilson brought his hands up to lay on the desk on either side of his head as he hit his head again. I suppose I should be glad it was the dream with just House and not the one with both him and Chase. I could just hear the jokes he’d make about that. Ugh.
Wilson jerked as his hands were pinned to the desk at the wrist. I hate my best friend. Wilson thumped his head harder.
"Trying to give yourself a head injury?"
Wilson opened his eyes and stared at the top of his desk. "Maybe." Wilson pulled against House’s hold on his arms. "Let go, House."
He could feel House lean into him and he desperately willed his body not to respond. House got so close Wilson could feel the man’s breath curling around his ear.
"No, Jimmy. I think you like being held down."
Wilson could feel his breathing quicken despite himself and he struggled to suppress a shudder. "What?"
House moved his head to the other ear. "Don’t play coy, Jimmy. Your body says you like it."
"My body is exhausted. You keep playing pranks on me."
House pushed his nose into Wilson’s hair. "Maybe I’m distracting you with pranks." House released Wilson and in a lightening quick move groped the younger man before dropping into his usual chair.
Wilson popped his head up and glared. "House!"
House smirked at him. "Yes, Wilson?"
Wilson dropped his head back to the desk with a thud. "Go away, House."
"Oh, no, I don’t think so, Jimmy. I’m tired of this." House thumped his cane on the floor. "If you want to just ignore it, fine. If you don’t know what the hell you want, fine. If you’re afraid - that’s not fine, Jimmy."
Wilson sighed and lifted his head. "I’m still trying to get used to the idea, House."
"Bullshit.. If you hadn’t of cheated on wife number two during that conference with that doctor from Chicago - who was very male - I might believe you."
Wilson glared. "Maybe I’m not used to the idea of being attracted to you."
House smirked. "You got over that when you quit hiding in your office. What’s the real problem?"
Wilson buried his head in his hands. "I can’t be faithful. It just doesn’t work, no matter how hard I try."
"Hmm." House rubbed his chin on the handle of his cane. "Maybe you need something different."
Wilson peered through his fingers at House. "Like what?"
House smiled. "Give me two weeks. If you feel the need to roam we’ll discuss it then."
Wilson closed his eyes and dropped his head back to the desk. "I’m gonna die."
"Sure you are, Jimmy. Everybody does." House patted him on the head and left.
Wilson waited for a minute before thumping his head one more time. There’s no stopping him. I know that. It’ll be easier to just go along. When it blows up in our faces maybe it’ll kill us and I won’t have to try to live with him hating me. Wilson lifted his head and reached for the pile of charts awaiting his attention.
****
Cameron dropped the lab results on the table in front of Chase. "Do you know where House is?"
Chase didn’t look up as he shook his head. "No. He said not to bother him."
"He always says that." Cameron poured herself a cup of coffee. "Did you see Wilson this morning?"
Chase glanced up at her. "What does it matter?"
They both glanced up as Foreman came in.
"He seemed tired to me."
Foreman sat across from Chase. "Who?"
Chase tapped his lips with his pen. "She’s being nosy about Wilson being tired."
Cameron sighed as she sat down as well. "Not nosy. I’m just worried that everything happening in Wilson’s life is getting to him."
Chase exchanged a look with Foreman.
"How is that any of your business?"
Cameron frowned at Foreman. "If Wilson gets sick, House gets upset."
Chase raised his eyebrows. "She’s got a point. House upset is a pain to deal with."
"Only because none of you give me an incentive to not be upset." House came around the corner of his office and stepped through the open doorway into the lounge. "Cameron, go do my clinic hours. Foreman, go check on our patient."
Chase moved to stand as well until House’s cane smacked into the tabletop.
"Oh, no. You stay."
Chase shrugged, sank back down, and picked up his crossword puzzle.
House waited until the other two had scowled and left before pulling out a chair and sitting. "Truth. You want Wilson?"
Chase kept his eyes firmly on his pen. "Would you kill me if I did?"
"No. No, I think I’d tease you both."
Chase sighed. "Bored, aren’t you?"
"Usually. What do you think of bondage?"
Chase brought his head up and stared at House. "Why do you want to know?"
House shrugged. "Just curious. Won’t even tease you about it if you answer."
Chase thought it over for a moment, considered what teasing he’d receive for not answering, and shrugged. "It’s alright." Chase absently rubbed his wrist with his other hand. "Takes a lot of trust to offer someone that."
House nodded. "Takes strength too." House stood up. "Ever want to dominate someone or are you always submissive?"
Chase blinked. "I don’t like exerting that much control. I’d rather dominate only when my partner needs it. I’d be considered a switch, but submitting is more satisfying."
"Hmm." House leered. "You on your knees is a very nice visual." House turned towards his office.
Chase stared after him, wondering how he’d ended up talking kink with his boss.
****
Wilson let himself into House’s apartment and was shoved against the door as soon as it closed.
"Hi, Wilson."
Wilson pushed back on House, but didn’t move him. "Get off me."
House captured his wrists and brought them above his head. "Really want me to move, Jimmy?"
Wilson could feel himself relax as House squeezed his wrists. His breathing picked up and his head leaned back against the door. "Oh, damn."
House smirked at him. "Like the look, Jimmy. Your eyes are darkening as I watch."
Wilson gasped and pulled on House’s hold. "Please." He could feel himself starting to harden.
House leaned into him and pressed his good thigh in against Wilson’s growing bulge. "Please what, Jimmy?"
Wilson tilted his head and took House’s mouth in a hard kiss. They moaned and rubbed against each other as their tongues battled. Finally Wilson pulled back and thumped his head against the door. He gazed up at his captured hands as he panted.
"Want me to let you go or do you want me to hold you tighter?"
Wilson closed his eyes and whispered, "Tighter."
House kissed Wilson’s neck and trailed little kisses across his cheek before taking him in a deep kiss.
"Let’s sit down." Wilson let House hang onto him as they moved to the couch. Once they’d sat down House trailed his fingers down Wilson’s arm.
"You been tied down before, Jimmy?"
Wilson dropped his gaze to his hands. "No, just thought about it."
"Been on bottom or top?"
"Both." Wilson undid the cuffs of his sleeves. "I liked being fucked best."
House gripped the back of Wilson’s neck and pulled him closer. "I don’t want to wait any longer, Jimmy."
Wilson shuddered. "Then don’t."
House smiled and attacked Wilson’s shirt buttons. "Want to make out or go straight to bed?"
Wilson loosened his tie. "Do I have to move back to the couch afterwards?"
House pulled Wilson’s shirt from his shoulders. "Not if I have you tied to the bed."
Wilson’s breathing hitched. House ran a hand across his upper chest from one shoulder to the other.
"The first time I’m going to fuck you without restraints. The second time I’m going to bind your arms and take you with your face pressed into the pillows."
Wilson panted and leaned into House’s caress. "And the third time?"
House thumbed Wilson’s lips. "I think that’ll be you on your knees bound in place with me fucking your mouth."
Wilson sucked House’s thumb into his mouth as he groaned.
"Want all that, Jimmy?"
Wilson nipped the pad of House’s thumb before releasing it. "Yes, but what if I find I don’t like being restrained?"
"Then you’ll get all of that without bindings."
Wilson wrapped House into an embrace and kissed the older man. House roamed his hands across Wilson’s back and shoulders as he kissed back. Wilson pulled back and looked House in the eyes.
"I want that. I want you."
House grinned. "Bed."
****
House watched Wilson as they undressed. He sat down to kick off his pants as paused to watch Wilson bend over to reach a sock. He waited for Wilson to be busy with his sock before groping his ass. Wilson yelped and stumbled forward before turning and lunging at House, pressing him flat to the bed.
"Are you trying to get me mad?"
House grinned up at him. "Is it working?"
Wilson rolled off of House. "No."
House kicked his pants and underwear the rest of the way off and rolled on top of Wilson.
Wilson relaxed and let House’s weight press him down.
House kissed the tip of Wilson’s nose
"Lay how you want. I’ll find the lube." House rolled off Wilson to search through the bedside drawer.
Wilson repositioned himself amongst the pillows and laid back. "Condoms?"
House stopped searching and looked at him. "Need them, or have I been over-advertising your sluttiness?"
"Haven’t had unprotected sex in months. Latest test was clean."
House went back to searching. "I’m willing to risk it with you."
"Okay." Wilson blinked. "You don’t have any condoms do you?"
House grinned as he pulled lube and several old ties from the drawer. "Nope. I know I’m clean."
House stroked his hands down Wilson’s arms and legs. "Know how you want it?"
Wilson arched into House’s hands as he swept his fingers across Wilson’s stomach and thighs. "Don’t care."
House nodded and began rubbing circles on Wilson’s stomach and sides. "Give yourself to me, Jimmy."
Wilson leaned his head back and half closed his eyes as House stroked and rubbed his skin. House watched as Wilson’s erection hardened and began to stand away from his stomach. House pressed a finger to the tiny slit in the cockhead. Wilson sucked in a breath.
"Pretty." House adjusted his position and engulfed the head of Wilson’s cock with his mouth.
Wilson gasped and bucked sharply. House swirled his tongue around and slowly sank down to take more in. Wilson gripped the sheets and whimpered as House bobbed up and down. Then he started to hum and Wilson jerked and started shallow thrusts.
House pulled back and watched as Wilson pumped his hips, his erection hitting only air as he groaned. House blew across the wet skin and smiled as it tightened. He took Wilson’s dick into his hand and slowly jacked his hand up and down the shaft.
"Want fucked now, Jimmy? Or do you want sucked?"
Wilson thrust harder. "Fuck…oh, fuck. Please."
House tightened his hold and sped up a little. "Want fucked rough or nice and easy, Jimmy?"
Wilson moaned. "R…rough, House. Damn… nice."
House chuckled as he let go of Wilson to lube his fingers. "Call me Greg and I’ll fuck you, Jimmy."
Wilson gripped behind his own knees and spread himself for House. "Greg. Fuck me."
House rubbed his fingers around Wilson’s hole. "You won’t hear this often, Jimmy." House slipped his finger in, letting Wilson bear down and take more of him in. "Love you." House leaned in carefully and hungrily kissed Wilson.
Wilson broke the kiss with a gasp as House worked a second finger into him. House wiggled his fingers watching as Wilson twisted his hands under his knees and pulled his legs further apart. Pulling slowly out House thrust back in hard making Wilson grunt. Then he gripped Wilson’s hip and began fucking the younger man with his fingers. Wilson twitched as his prostate was rubbed.
Soon Wilson was moaning and pleading for more. House pressed his third finger in and he blew on Wilson’s cock as he worked his fingers. Wilson flung his head from side to side. House pulled his fingers out and quickly lubed his cock. He pressed Wilson’s legs harder into the younger man’s chest and thrust into him. He quickly pulled back and thrust in again until he was buried completely.
Wilson groaned and stared up at House. The older man grinned and started moving. Hard and fast he plunged in and out of Wilson’s hot, tight ass. House pulled Wilson to him as he fucked him and kissed any skin he could reach. Wilson bucked and withered under him grunting each time House stroked over his prostate. Soon House was moaning and panting as he pounded into the other man.
House grasped Wilson’s left leg and pressed it into the younger man’s chest. "Jack…off, Jimmy."
Wilson let go of his leg and snaked his left hand around to stroke himself. House watched as the younger man palmed his balls and caressed his cock. House sped up his thrusts and was rewarded with Wilson’s pleas and moans.
House buried his face against the inside of Wilson’s knee and came with a grunt. He quickly pulled out and deftly flipped Wilson over onto his stomach. He grabbed Wilson’s balls and tugged firmly causing Wilson to yelp.
"Mine, Jimmy." House nipped at an upturned buttock as he quickly bound Wilson’s wrists behind his back with an old tie.
"Oh, shit." Wilson pressed his face into the sheets as House stroked down the back of his legs.
"Okay, Jimmy?"
Wilson nuzzled the sheet under him. "Good…oh, god…so good."
House stroked Wilson’s arms and legs as he watched Wilson’s erection harden even more. He ran a finger lightly down the straining shaft. "Pretty, Jimmy. All spread out helpless and bound. Displayed for me." House brushed his hands across Wilson’s ass. "Want to keep you like this. Love you like this."
Wilson moaned and tried to press both into the bed and House’s hands at the same time. House blew on Wilson’s balls and watched as the skin shivered. Wilson jerked and pushed back towards House.
"Still okay, Jimmy?"
Wilson rocked back and forth on his knees. "Uh…Greg…m…more."
House kissed Wilson’s bound and fluttering hands. "Okay." House quickly lubed his fingers again and plunged them into Wilson’s opening. Wilson groaned and pressed back onto House’s hand. House drove his fingers in and out causing Wilson to tremble as he rubbed across the younger man’s prostate. House brought his other hand up and rubbed firmly down Wilson’s perineum and balls. House kept going at the same steady pace until Wilson was sobbing and bucking under his hands.
"What do you say, Jimmy?" House pinched skin on Wilson’s inner thigh and twisted the skin as he pulled he hand away. "What do you say to be able to come, Jimmy?"
Wilson pulled in great sobbing breaths. "Please…oh, Greg…p…please…let…let me…come."
House sped up his fingers’ movement. "Who do you belong to, Jimmy? Who do you love?"
Wilson grunted as House slammed into him. "You…Greg."
House panted and sped up his thrusts as he took hold of Wilson’s cock with his other hand. "Good, Jimmy."
Wilson sobbed as the waves of pleasure broke across him. House pounded into him as he stroked Wilson’s dick. House leaned in and sucked on the edge of one ass cheek. Wilson gasped and spasmed as he came. House gradually slowed his movements to gentle Wilson through his orgasm.
House help Wilson down to lay on the bed and untied the younger man’s wrists. When Wilson just lay there, House gently moved his arms to a less stressful position. Checking that Wilson hadn’t broken skin with his struggles House was satisfied to see that the wrists were only an angry red. Then he stroked his hands across the backs of Wilson’s legs, lower back, and ass.
Wilson’s breathing settled into deep breaths and he looked at House out of one eye.
"Okay, Jimmy?"
"I’m flying." Wilson made a small noise through his nose. "Can’t move." He blinked. "Liked it."
House stroked Wilson’s back. "You more than liked it."
Wilson tried to roll over and had to wait for House to help. Once he was lying on his back he tried to make his arm reach out towards House, but it wouldn’t move. House saw the twitch and grasped Wilson’s hand.
"Loved it. Love you, too." Wilson’s eyelids drooped. "Sleep now?"
House brushed sweaty hair off Wilson’s forehead. "Sleep. You can shower when you wake up."
Wilson closed his eyes. "O…kay."
House continued to stroke random skin until Wilson’s breathy snores filled the air. House limped slowly into the bathroom and cleaned himself up before cleaning Wilson up as much as he could. He thinks he has to stray because no one’s been able to keep his attention before. If I can get him to look at Chase when he starts thinking about wandering I might be able to get them both together. With two people to deal with it should keep him interested enough to stay put. If I can work out how to bind them to each other we’ll all do well. Jimmy is going to fall apart if he doesn’t start letting go more and Robbie has become too quiet since he decided to notice his attraction to us.
House popped a pill and lay down to ease the ache of his thigh. He watched Wilson sleep as he plotted how best to ensnare Chase if Wilson showed signs of straying.
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(Part 2)