Picture Puzzles Part 14
Title: Picture Puzzles Part 14/?
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
(Part 13)
A/N on the different versions of H/W/Ch I'm writing.
****
When Chase woke to House’s whines, it took him a moment to remember the move from the couch to the bed. He knew from the full feel of his stomach they’d eaten dinner, but he couldn’t really remember that. It was very hazy. Shaking himself, Chase rubbed his eyes until he could focus on House.
The older man was tangled in the covers with one arm pinned to his side and his other hand trapped, tangled in the top sheet. Chase could see the lines on House’s face as he lay on his back and twisted slightly from side to side. He was whining quietly in the back of his throat.
Do I just free him or should I try to wake him first? Chase debated for a bare moment before turning and smacking Wilson on the arm.
“Wha…?”
“Wake up, I don’t know what to do.”
Wilson shot up and looked around as he tried to orient himself. He blinked and looked at Chase. “What?”
Chase pointed at House. "Do I wake him or just free him?"
Wilson frowned at House. "Shit. I’ve never gotten to him while he’s still asleep. The two times he actually woke me up, he was screaming himself awake. Let’s try freeing him first."
Chase nodded and reached across House to free his right hand from the top sheet. Gripping House’s wrist to hold it still so he could work the sheet from the clenched fist, Chase turned his head to look at Wilson from the corner of his eye.
"This is because I laid my hand on him yesterday, isn’t it?"
"I don’t know. It might just be buildup from pushing himself for days on end."
Chase freed the sheet and let go of House’s hand to start on his trapped arm. Wilson had moved so he could pet House’s hair and mutter to him about being safe with them. Chase pulled on the cover where it was pinned under House’s elbow and missed House’s right fist flying at him. The impact knocked him back onto his haunches and he grabbed his chin.
"Bloody hell."
"House!" Wilson yelled just as House’s fist connected.
House jerked awake. "What?" House blinked at Chase sitting there holding his chin. "Damn." House scrambled off the bed and grabbed up his cane and fled as far as the bedroom door before stopping. There he stood, his head down, shoulders heaving, leaning heavily on the cane. Wilson moved Chase’s hand so he could see where the younger man had gotten hit. Chase sat staring at Wilson’s chest, not really seeing what was before him.
House limped slowly back and he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Robbie."
Wilson watched as Chase took a breath and shuddered a little before lifting his eyes to House.
"You didn’t mean it?"
Wilson and House glanced at each other at the questioning tone of Chase’s voice.
House looked at Chase and shook his head. "No, oh, no, love." House leaned his cane against the edge of the bed and opened his arms. "I wasn’t awake. I’m never going to hit you on purpose unless I’m out of my mind."
Chase stared at him for a few more moments before grabbing House in a tight embrace. He buried his face into the side of House’s neck. "Don’t say you’re sorry."
House petted Chase’s hair as he rubbed his back. "No, Robbie. I won’t say that. I’ll show you, but I won’t say it. Okay?"
Chase nodded against House’s neck. "You were having a nightmare."
House looked at Wilson, who nodded. "I don’t usually remember my nightmares. You were trying to help. I know that."
"I did the wrong thing. I’m sorry."
House ignored his thigh as he dropped them to the bed so he could pin Chase down. "No. You did exactly the right thing, Robert Chase. Do not say you are sorry. It was the right thing. Do you hear me?"
Chase stared at the ceiling for a moment before nodding.
"Tell me you did the right thing. I want to hear you."
Chase took a breath. "I, I did the right thing?"
"Yes, you did." House sat up and checked the clock. It was too late to sleep, but too early to start getting ready for work. House laid a hand on Chase’s chest. "Want to be mauled, Robbie?"
Chase looked at him with watery eyes. "Okay."
House pulled on the younger man’s sweat pants. "Take these off. Jimmy and I are going to make you not care about going back to work today."
Wilson helped Chase strip out of his clothing as House sat on the edge of the bed and fingered his pants.
"I’ll be right back." House grabbed up his cane and limped from the room.
Chase looked at Wilson, who shrugged and stripped out of his own clothing. Then Wilson pinned Chase down by a shoulder.
"You worry me when you just let people hit you and don’t react at all."
"Fighting was bad. I got used to getting hit."
Wilson frowned, wondering if Chase meant school or home or both when House limped back into the room wearing only boxers and carrying a bottle of beer. Both men stared at him as he went around to his side of the bed and sat down. He sat the beer on the nightstand.
"Say a word and I go get my sweats."
Wilson raised an eyebrow. "Why not just take them off in here?"
House glowered at him and made to get up. Chase’s hand shot out and grabbed the cane just below House’s hand.
"It’s okay. Not a word." Chase pulled slightly on the cane.
House nodded and let the cane be leaned against the nightstand. He settled beside Chase and pinned the younger man’s right shoulder down. "We’re going to both take you, Robbie. We’re going to show you how much you mean to us. Okay?"
"Yes." Chase turned his head and kissed House’s arm. Wilson echoed House’s move and pinned Chase’s other shoulder. House leaned in and kissed Chase’s temple as Wilson stroked his chest.
"You are our partner, Robert. We both love you." Wilson took Chase’s mouth in a probing kiss. House moved to kissing Chase’s neck. They both held the younger man down with a hand while stroking skin with the other hand.
House pulled back as his balance shifted. "Handsome, Robbie. We’re going to turn you over now and Jimmy is going to open you up."
House helped Wilson roll Chase over and settle him on his front. House stroked along Chase’s shoulders and upper back, straying into the younger man’s hair whenever possible. Wilson swept his palms down Chase’s spine to knead his buttocks.
"I’m going to spread you open, Robert. Each touch is a sign of my love. Just like each touch of Greg’s is a sign of his love." Wilson pressed his thumb into the yellowing bite mark he had made. He spread lube on himself and Chase. Remembering how House had held his hand, Wilson pressed a finger into Chase.
Chase sighed and relaxed further. House turned Chase’s face towards him and pressed an arm across Chase’s shoulders, holding him down.
"Look at me while Jimmy fingers you, love. Show me what he does to you."
Chase struggled to keep his eyes open and focused on House as Wilson’s finger rubbed him from the inside. Chase made a small noise as Wilson added another finger. Slowly working his fingers in Chase, Wilson was caught off guard when he grazed the younger man’s prostate, causing him to jerk and moan.
"That’s it, Robbie. Let go. Let Jimmy make you feel."
Chase started rocking back into Wilson’s thrusts as he bit his lips, stifling any noises he was making. Wilson pressed kisses to Chase’s lower back as he eased in a third finger. House stroked Chase’s face with one hand as he pressed him down with the other arm.
"You don’t need to be quiet, love. Let us hear you. Jimmy likes when you beg."
Chase gasped and tilted his head towards House. House squirmed until he could rest his forehead against Chase’s. He kept his arm across the younger man’s shoulders, pressing his upper body down tightly. Chase gave a whimper as Wilson started thrusting harder. The younger man shut his eyes tightly and they started leaking at the corners. House worked himself around until he could get his left hand back to Chase’s face. He thumbed the wetness away carefully.
"Open your eyes, Robbie. No hiding from this, from us."
Chase snapped his eyes open and a tiny sob escaped before he bit his lips again. House tightened his hold on Chase’s shoulders as he licked at Chase’s lips. Wilson sped up his movements and began to fondle Chase’s scrotum with his other hand.
"Ours, Robert. Mine. Greg’s. You aren’t going anywhere. We aren’t going to stop loving you."
Chase bucked harder and another sob escaped as House captured his lips. Wilson pulled his fingers free and, after quickly prepping himself, he buried himself in Chase. House took in the moan Chase made and then he stroked the side of Chase’s face as he pulled back to rest his forehead on Chase’s again.
"Feel him in you, love. Feel his heat. Feel how hard he is inside you."
Wilson moaned as he pulled out to drive in hard. Chase sobbed as Wilson’s thrusts built speed. He worked a hand out from under himself to grasp at House’s arm across his shoulders. House forced himself to ignore the tight hand hold as he licked at Chase’s tears.
House pulled back and sat up. "Jimmy, pull Robbie up until you’re both kneeling."
With House’s help, Wilson got them positioned, kneeling with Chase’s legs on the outside of Wilson’s. Chase lolled his head onto Wilson’s left shoulder and sobbed harder as Wilson drove deep into him.
"That’s it, Robbie. Feel Jimmy’s love as he pounds into you." House took Chase in a tender kiss before breaking away to catch Wilson’s eye for a moment. House trailed kisses and little bites down Chase’s chest.
Wilson grasped one of Chase’s hips as he wrapped the other arm around Chase’s upper body and steadied his pumping hips. "See how much he loves you, Robert? Feel his lips as he kisses down your body."
Wilson watched as House took as much of Chase’s cock into his mouth as he could. Wilson teased a nipple as Chase began gasping for breath between heaving sobs.
"Feel his heat around your dick, Robert. These touches are proof of our love." Wilson thrust harder and was rewarded with a moaning sob.
Chase bucked between House’s mouth and Wilson’s cock, his body throbbing with pleasure as they seemed to touch him everywhere, inside and out. House sucked up and down Chase’s shaft as he snaked a hand back to rest his fingers on either side of Wilson where he joined with Chase.
"Oh…Feel Greg’s fingers, Chase? Feel him touching both of us?"
Chase sobbed and twisted in Wilson’s hold as the other man began to drive into him harder. House fondled Chase’s heavy balls and sucked up his shaft until he pulled off. Wilson spread their knees a little farther apart and started rubbing across Chase’s prostate almost continually. House took a quick swig of his beer.
"We want you to come for us, Robbie."
House engulfed Chase’s erection and played with the sensitive spots he’d found with his beer-cooled tongue. Chase cried out as the coolness of House’s mouth contrasted with the heat of his flesh. Chase stiffened, quivered, and sobbed as he came. House pulled back enough to shallow. Wilson stilled deep inside Chase as he climaxed.
House pulled back and quickly drank the rest of his beer. Taking deep even breaths, he watched as the other two twitched and jerked through the aftershocks. Once he was certain he wasn’t going to be sick, House pulled Wilson off Chase to lie on the bed. He slipped two fingers into Chase, causing the younger man to jerk and sob.
"Not done yet, Robbie. Can you take me, love?"
Chase pulled himself back into a kneeling position with his hands folded under his breastbone and his legs splayed wide. House slowly pumped his fingers in and out as he prepped himself. Wilson laid his arm across Chase’s back and buried his face in the younger man’s shoulder. Chase sobbed and rocked back and forth.
"That’s it, Robbie. Let us hear you. We want to hear you. You are ours, love." House pulled his fingers out and drove into Chase hard. He gripped Chase’s hips and began to pound in and out.
Chase trembled and wept as House slammed into him. Wilson caught his breath and worked until he was lying half-on Chase’s back so that he could get to the younger man’s face. Wilson licked at the tear tracks before taking Chase in a bruising kiss. Chase broke the kiss with a cry as House fondled his cock.
"Tell us you are worth something and that you’re loved, Robbie." House’s voice was breathy as he changed to short jabbing strokes.
Chase sobbed and shook his head until Wilson grabbed his chin and held him still.
"Look at me, Robert." Wilson locked eyes with Chase, whose eyes looked half wild. "That’s right, love. We love you. You are loved. Tell us that so Greg can let you be done."
Chase gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. House began to stroke the younger man’s cock as he deepened and slowed his pumping. Chase shuddered and wept harder.
"We can stay just like this, Robbie. You want to be done?"
Chase nodded with his eyes still closed. Wilson glanced at House as he fingered Chase’s hair.
"Then open your eyes and tell us you are loved and that you are worth that love." House drove into Chase and began rolling his hips.
Chase sobbed, opened his eyes, and gasped, "Loved?"
House sped up his thrusts slightly. Wilson petted Chase’s hair.
"Yes, Robert. Loved. Not a question. Say it again."
Chase shuddered as House fondled his balls. "I’m…loved." Chase’s voice was almost a whisper and his sobs nearly drowned out the sound, but Wilson was close enough to understand.
House sped up his movements again and stroked the younger man’s cock and balls with one hand as he gripped Chase’s hip tighter with the other.
"That’s right, love. Now say you are worth that love and Greg will make you come again and you’ll be done."
Chase’s sobs grew in volume. Wilson petted and kissed Chase as he watched House pant as he pumped into the younger man.
"Loved. W…worth…that…l...love."
"Good, Robert."
It didn’t take House long to have Chase shuddering and twitching through another climax. As the younger man’s muscles clenched around him, House let himself go.
Wilson watched as Chase collapsed with sobs still racking his body even after he’d passed out. House stayed in Chase for long moments, longer than he’d managed before. Then he pulled out, wiped his hand on the sheet before he grabbed up his cane, and disappeared into the bathroom.
Wilson rolled Chase’s limp body onto its side, spooned up behind him, and drew him into a tight embrace. A few moments later, House reappeared with warm washcloths.
"Here." His voice sounded shaky, but Wilson wasn’t going to mention it.
Wilson took the offered cloth and cleaned himself as he watched House wipe down Chase’s face before cleaning him. "Is he okay? Asleep?"
House deftly rolled Chase back into Wilson’s arms. "Yes, asleep. He’ll be fine." House looked at Wilson. "I can’t…I," House blew out a breath. "I’ll be back."
Wilson watched House limp back out of the room. Needs to have his panic attack so he can come lie back down. Wilson murmured into Chase’s ear about their love for him as he waited for House.
****
House sat on the seat in his shower and thumbed his cane against the bottom of the tub. Robbie sobbing shows more courage than you do, Greg. House wiped the wetness from his cheeks. I need to be out there helping Wilson hold the wombat. I need to stop bawling. I’m a coward and I need to quit being one.
House quickly scrubbed his face and pulled back on his sweats before limping back into the bedroom. Wilson glanced up from Chase, but kept speaking quietly in his ear as House approached.
"You’re on my side."
"Didn’t think you’d be sleeping more right now."
House sat down and leaned over to check Chase. The younger man was staring into nothing, but he blinked when House kissed his temple. "No, thought I’d help you ground Robbie until it’s time to get ready for work."
Wilson lifted Chase’s top arm and let House slip under it and get his own arm arranged so it wasn’t held down. "Are you going to try to find a case today?"
House threaded his hand through Chase’s hair. "Nope. Going to catch up on charting. Lots of charts to sort through."
Wilson snorted. "You couldn’t catch up on your charting if you worked on it for a month. You’ll make Cameron’s day, you know."
House grinned at Wilson. "No. She doesn’t get to do any of the paperwork. Chase gets that privilege."
Chase roused and made a rude noise. "How’s that a privilege?" His voice was hoarse and soft.
"You’ll be spreading them out on the floor of my office so you’ll be with me all day."
Chase blinked. "Again, how’s that a privilege?"
House laughed and kissed Chase on the cheek. "I’ll tell you embarrassing Wilson stories."
Wilson thumped House on the arm. "The only embarrassing stories about me are all your fault."
House smirked. "That’s why they’re so fun to tell."
Chase started to say something, but he winced instead.
Wilson propped himself up by an elbow. "You need an ice pack, don’t you?"
"No, I’m fine."
Wilson ignored him and untangled himself from them. He got up, found his sweats, pulled them on, and padded from the room.
House snorted. "No, you aren’t. You’re going to bruise. Let Wilson mother you."
Chase sighed and snuggled deeper into House’s embrace. "Okay."
House switched between petting hair and stroking skin as he spoke. "Cameron isn’t going to let this go now. And Cuddy is going to want to talk to you."
Chase sighed. "I know."
****
Wilson wasn’t all that surprised when House insisted that he take the bike. Wilson just nodded and steered a blissed-out Chase towards the car. Hope he’s back to about normal by the time we get there.
Wilson chattered about inane things on the way and watched as Chase slowly came back to himself.
"You okay, Chase?"
Chase nodded. "Yes. Breakfast was good."
Yeah, it looked like it from my point of view. Wilson pulled into a parking spot and shut down the car. “Want to eat lunch with House and me?”
Chase bit his lip. “He won’t mind?”
Wilson blinked. You know it’s going to take time. Feral cat, he said, just like a feral cat. "I’m sure he won’t mind. I’d like to you to eat with us."
Chase nodded. "Okay."
They walked in together and Wilson wasn’t surprised when Cuddy caught up with them before they could get on the elevator. They exchanged greetings and Cuddy looked them both over carefully.
"Chase, I’d like a word with you, please."
Chase just nodded and followed her towards her office.
Wilson suppressed his urge to tag along and stepped onto the elevator.
****
Cuddy could see the muscles in Chase’s hands twitching as he held them in his lap. Cuddy closed the blinds and sat down in the chair across form Chase.
"Feeling better than you were, Chase?"
Chase nodded and kept his eyes downcast. Cuddy frowned at his non-verbal answer.
"How’d you get the bruise that’s forming on your chin?" Cuddy tried to make her voice non-threatening.
"I got in the way of a nightmare."
Cuddy nodded. "House’s, huh?"
Chase head snapped up and he blinked at her.
Cuddy smiled. "Just a few months after I started being his boss, I found House asleep in his office chair. I started to wake him because it looked like he was having a nightmare. He got me on my temple. Didn’t even see him move." Cuddy tapped the back of one of Chase’s hands. "He apologize or act like it didn’t happen?"
"I told him not to apologize."
Cuddy’s eyebrows climbed. "Okay. Are you happy with them?"
Chase smiled bigger than she’d ever seen. "They love me."
Cuddy felt herself smiling in reaction. "Yes, they do. You’d better go to work before House gets there."
Chase stood, then stopped and cocked his head. "You don’t want to check me over?"
Cuddy shook her head and stood as well. "No, you’re fine. If Cameron gives you any trouble, you’re to tell me."
Chase nodded and left. Cuddy moved to sit down at her desk.
****
House watched from the hallway as Foreman deftly slipped between Chase and Cameron, stopping whatever argument they were having with a few words. House waited until Cameron had stormed off in a huff before strolling into the office and plopping a sack on the table. After making coffee, he brought his cup with him back to the table and started rooting around in the sack.
Pulling a small stack of books from the sack, he dropped them in front of Chase. Then he quickly pulled one from the stack and plopped it in front of Foreman.
"What’s all this?" Chase poked at the pile with his pen.
Foreman stared at his book before raising his head to stare at House.
"Crosswords. Foreman gets Sudoku. We’re charting today. You’ll need something to do while I try to remember which idiot we’re talking about."
Foreman tried to peek into the sack. "What’s Cameron get?"
"If she doesn’t piss me off, a donut." House moved towards his office. "You’ve got thirty minutes before I’ll want to start."
Foreman waited until the glass door slid closed before turning to Chase’s silently laughing form. "What the hell is so funny?"
"She’s the one who asked why he didn’t just bring donuts." Chase shook his head and started sorting through the books House had bought him.
"You seem happy."
Chase glanced up at him. "Yeah, so?"
Foreman shrugged. "Just saying, you look happier than I’ve ever seen you."
Chase shrugged. "I guess."
"You ask to get hit on the chin or did the sex get a little too rough?"
Chase blinked. "Wasn’t sex. Got in the way of my partner’s nightmare."
"Oh." Foreman thought for a moment. "Your lady packs quite the punch."
Chase stared at him. "Never said my partner was a lady."
"Oh."
Chase narrowed his eyes. "And what if I said that I had two partners and they were both male?"
Foreman blinked, then raised his eyebrows. "You think I’d care?"
Chase pulled one of the books from the pile and opened it to a random page. "Would you?"
Foreman pushed his book with a fingertip. "I wouldn’t want to hear about it, but I wouldn’t give you trouble either."
Chase nodded as he studied the crossword in front of him. "Wouldn’t tell you about it anyway."
****
(Part 15)
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
(Part 13)
A/N on the different versions of H/W/Ch I'm writing.
****
When Chase woke to House’s whines, it took him a moment to remember the move from the couch to the bed. He knew from the full feel of his stomach they’d eaten dinner, but he couldn’t really remember that. It was very hazy. Shaking himself, Chase rubbed his eyes until he could focus on House.
The older man was tangled in the covers with one arm pinned to his side and his other hand trapped, tangled in the top sheet. Chase could see the lines on House’s face as he lay on his back and twisted slightly from side to side. He was whining quietly in the back of his throat.
Do I just free him or should I try to wake him first? Chase debated for a bare moment before turning and smacking Wilson on the arm.
“Wha…?”
“Wake up, I don’t know what to do.”
Wilson shot up and looked around as he tried to orient himself. He blinked and looked at Chase. “What?”
Chase pointed at House. "Do I wake him or just free him?"
Wilson frowned at House. "Shit. I’ve never gotten to him while he’s still asleep. The two times he actually woke me up, he was screaming himself awake. Let’s try freeing him first."
Chase nodded and reached across House to free his right hand from the top sheet. Gripping House’s wrist to hold it still so he could work the sheet from the clenched fist, Chase turned his head to look at Wilson from the corner of his eye.
"This is because I laid my hand on him yesterday, isn’t it?"
"I don’t know. It might just be buildup from pushing himself for days on end."
Chase freed the sheet and let go of House’s hand to start on his trapped arm. Wilson had moved so he could pet House’s hair and mutter to him about being safe with them. Chase pulled on the cover where it was pinned under House’s elbow and missed House’s right fist flying at him. The impact knocked him back onto his haunches and he grabbed his chin.
"Bloody hell."
"House!" Wilson yelled just as House’s fist connected.
House jerked awake. "What?" House blinked at Chase sitting there holding his chin. "Damn." House scrambled off the bed and grabbed up his cane and fled as far as the bedroom door before stopping. There he stood, his head down, shoulders heaving, leaning heavily on the cane. Wilson moved Chase’s hand so he could see where the younger man had gotten hit. Chase sat staring at Wilson’s chest, not really seeing what was before him.
House limped slowly back and he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Robbie."
Wilson watched as Chase took a breath and shuddered a little before lifting his eyes to House.
"You didn’t mean it?"
Wilson and House glanced at each other at the questioning tone of Chase’s voice.
House looked at Chase and shook his head. "No, oh, no, love." House leaned his cane against the edge of the bed and opened his arms. "I wasn’t awake. I’m never going to hit you on purpose unless I’m out of my mind."
Chase stared at him for a few more moments before grabbing House in a tight embrace. He buried his face into the side of House’s neck. "Don’t say you’re sorry."
House petted Chase’s hair as he rubbed his back. "No, Robbie. I won’t say that. I’ll show you, but I won’t say it. Okay?"
Chase nodded against House’s neck. "You were having a nightmare."
House looked at Wilson, who nodded. "I don’t usually remember my nightmares. You were trying to help. I know that."
"I did the wrong thing. I’m sorry."
House ignored his thigh as he dropped them to the bed so he could pin Chase down. "No. You did exactly the right thing, Robert Chase. Do not say you are sorry. It was the right thing. Do you hear me?"
Chase stared at the ceiling for a moment before nodding.
"Tell me you did the right thing. I want to hear you."
Chase took a breath. "I, I did the right thing?"
"Yes, you did." House sat up and checked the clock. It was too late to sleep, but too early to start getting ready for work. House laid a hand on Chase’s chest. "Want to be mauled, Robbie?"
Chase looked at him with watery eyes. "Okay."
House pulled on the younger man’s sweat pants. "Take these off. Jimmy and I are going to make you not care about going back to work today."
Wilson helped Chase strip out of his clothing as House sat on the edge of the bed and fingered his pants.
"I’ll be right back." House grabbed up his cane and limped from the room.
Chase looked at Wilson, who shrugged and stripped out of his own clothing. Then Wilson pinned Chase down by a shoulder.
"You worry me when you just let people hit you and don’t react at all."
"Fighting was bad. I got used to getting hit."
Wilson frowned, wondering if Chase meant school or home or both when House limped back into the room wearing only boxers and carrying a bottle of beer. Both men stared at him as he went around to his side of the bed and sat down. He sat the beer on the nightstand.
"Say a word and I go get my sweats."
Wilson raised an eyebrow. "Why not just take them off in here?"
House glowered at him and made to get up. Chase’s hand shot out and grabbed the cane just below House’s hand.
"It’s okay. Not a word." Chase pulled slightly on the cane.
House nodded and let the cane be leaned against the nightstand. He settled beside Chase and pinned the younger man’s right shoulder down. "We’re going to both take you, Robbie. We’re going to show you how much you mean to us. Okay?"
"Yes." Chase turned his head and kissed House’s arm. Wilson echoed House’s move and pinned Chase’s other shoulder. House leaned in and kissed Chase’s temple as Wilson stroked his chest.
"You are our partner, Robert. We both love you." Wilson took Chase’s mouth in a probing kiss. House moved to kissing Chase’s neck. They both held the younger man down with a hand while stroking skin with the other hand.
House pulled back as his balance shifted. "Handsome, Robbie. We’re going to turn you over now and Jimmy is going to open you up."
House helped Wilson roll Chase over and settle him on his front. House stroked along Chase’s shoulders and upper back, straying into the younger man’s hair whenever possible. Wilson swept his palms down Chase’s spine to knead his buttocks.
"I’m going to spread you open, Robert. Each touch is a sign of my love. Just like each touch of Greg’s is a sign of his love." Wilson pressed his thumb into the yellowing bite mark he had made. He spread lube on himself and Chase. Remembering how House had held his hand, Wilson pressed a finger into Chase.
Chase sighed and relaxed further. House turned Chase’s face towards him and pressed an arm across Chase’s shoulders, holding him down.
"Look at me while Jimmy fingers you, love. Show me what he does to you."
Chase struggled to keep his eyes open and focused on House as Wilson’s finger rubbed him from the inside. Chase made a small noise as Wilson added another finger. Slowly working his fingers in Chase, Wilson was caught off guard when he grazed the younger man’s prostate, causing him to jerk and moan.
"That’s it, Robbie. Let go. Let Jimmy make you feel."
Chase started rocking back into Wilson’s thrusts as he bit his lips, stifling any noises he was making. Wilson pressed kisses to Chase’s lower back as he eased in a third finger. House stroked Chase’s face with one hand as he pressed him down with the other arm.
"You don’t need to be quiet, love. Let us hear you. Jimmy likes when you beg."
Chase gasped and tilted his head towards House. House squirmed until he could rest his forehead against Chase’s. He kept his arm across the younger man’s shoulders, pressing his upper body down tightly. Chase gave a whimper as Wilson started thrusting harder. The younger man shut his eyes tightly and they started leaking at the corners. House worked himself around until he could get his left hand back to Chase’s face. He thumbed the wetness away carefully.
"Open your eyes, Robbie. No hiding from this, from us."
Chase snapped his eyes open and a tiny sob escaped before he bit his lips again. House tightened his hold on Chase’s shoulders as he licked at Chase’s lips. Wilson sped up his movements and began to fondle Chase’s scrotum with his other hand.
"Ours, Robert. Mine. Greg’s. You aren’t going anywhere. We aren’t going to stop loving you."
Chase bucked harder and another sob escaped as House captured his lips. Wilson pulled his fingers free and, after quickly prepping himself, he buried himself in Chase. House took in the moan Chase made and then he stroked the side of Chase’s face as he pulled back to rest his forehead on Chase’s again.
"Feel him in you, love. Feel his heat. Feel how hard he is inside you."
Wilson moaned as he pulled out to drive in hard. Chase sobbed as Wilson’s thrusts built speed. He worked a hand out from under himself to grasp at House’s arm across his shoulders. House forced himself to ignore the tight hand hold as he licked at Chase’s tears.
House pulled back and sat up. "Jimmy, pull Robbie up until you’re both kneeling."
With House’s help, Wilson got them positioned, kneeling with Chase’s legs on the outside of Wilson’s. Chase lolled his head onto Wilson’s left shoulder and sobbed harder as Wilson drove deep into him.
"That’s it, Robbie. Feel Jimmy’s love as he pounds into you." House took Chase in a tender kiss before breaking away to catch Wilson’s eye for a moment. House trailed kisses and little bites down Chase’s chest.
Wilson grasped one of Chase’s hips as he wrapped the other arm around Chase’s upper body and steadied his pumping hips. "See how much he loves you, Robert? Feel his lips as he kisses down your body."
Wilson watched as House took as much of Chase’s cock into his mouth as he could. Wilson teased a nipple as Chase began gasping for breath between heaving sobs.
"Feel his heat around your dick, Robert. These touches are proof of our love." Wilson thrust harder and was rewarded with a moaning sob.
Chase bucked between House’s mouth and Wilson’s cock, his body throbbing with pleasure as they seemed to touch him everywhere, inside and out. House sucked up and down Chase’s shaft as he snaked a hand back to rest his fingers on either side of Wilson where he joined with Chase.
"Oh…Feel Greg’s fingers, Chase? Feel him touching both of us?"
Chase sobbed and twisted in Wilson’s hold as the other man began to drive into him harder. House fondled Chase’s heavy balls and sucked up his shaft until he pulled off. Wilson spread their knees a little farther apart and started rubbing across Chase’s prostate almost continually. House took a quick swig of his beer.
"We want you to come for us, Robbie."
House engulfed Chase’s erection and played with the sensitive spots he’d found with his beer-cooled tongue. Chase cried out as the coolness of House’s mouth contrasted with the heat of his flesh. Chase stiffened, quivered, and sobbed as he came. House pulled back enough to shallow. Wilson stilled deep inside Chase as he climaxed.
House pulled back and quickly drank the rest of his beer. Taking deep even breaths, he watched as the other two twitched and jerked through the aftershocks. Once he was certain he wasn’t going to be sick, House pulled Wilson off Chase to lie on the bed. He slipped two fingers into Chase, causing the younger man to jerk and sob.
"Not done yet, Robbie. Can you take me, love?"
Chase pulled himself back into a kneeling position with his hands folded under his breastbone and his legs splayed wide. House slowly pumped his fingers in and out as he prepped himself. Wilson laid his arm across Chase’s back and buried his face in the younger man’s shoulder. Chase sobbed and rocked back and forth.
"That’s it, Robbie. Let us hear you. We want to hear you. You are ours, love." House pulled his fingers out and drove into Chase hard. He gripped Chase’s hips and began to pound in and out.
Chase trembled and wept as House slammed into him. Wilson caught his breath and worked until he was lying half-on Chase’s back so that he could get to the younger man’s face. Wilson licked at the tear tracks before taking Chase in a bruising kiss. Chase broke the kiss with a cry as House fondled his cock.
"Tell us you are worth something and that you’re loved, Robbie." House’s voice was breathy as he changed to short jabbing strokes.
Chase sobbed and shook his head until Wilson grabbed his chin and held him still.
"Look at me, Robert." Wilson locked eyes with Chase, whose eyes looked half wild. "That’s right, love. We love you. You are loved. Tell us that so Greg can let you be done."
Chase gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. House began to stroke the younger man’s cock as he deepened and slowed his pumping. Chase shuddered and wept harder.
"We can stay just like this, Robbie. You want to be done?"
Chase nodded with his eyes still closed. Wilson glanced at House as he fingered Chase’s hair.
"Then open your eyes and tell us you are loved and that you are worth that love." House drove into Chase and began rolling his hips.
Chase sobbed, opened his eyes, and gasped, "Loved?"
House sped up his thrusts slightly. Wilson petted Chase’s hair.
"Yes, Robert. Loved. Not a question. Say it again."
Chase shuddered as House fondled his balls. "I’m…loved." Chase’s voice was almost a whisper and his sobs nearly drowned out the sound, but Wilson was close enough to understand.
House sped up his movements again and stroked the younger man’s cock and balls with one hand as he gripped Chase’s hip tighter with the other.
"That’s right, love. Now say you are worth that love and Greg will make you come again and you’ll be done."
Chase’s sobs grew in volume. Wilson petted and kissed Chase as he watched House pant as he pumped into the younger man.
"Loved. W…worth…that…l...love."
"Good, Robert."
It didn’t take House long to have Chase shuddering and twitching through another climax. As the younger man’s muscles clenched around him, House let himself go.
Wilson watched as Chase collapsed with sobs still racking his body even after he’d passed out. House stayed in Chase for long moments, longer than he’d managed before. Then he pulled out, wiped his hand on the sheet before he grabbed up his cane, and disappeared into the bathroom.
Wilson rolled Chase’s limp body onto its side, spooned up behind him, and drew him into a tight embrace. A few moments later, House reappeared with warm washcloths.
"Here." His voice sounded shaky, but Wilson wasn’t going to mention it.
Wilson took the offered cloth and cleaned himself as he watched House wipe down Chase’s face before cleaning him. "Is he okay? Asleep?"
House deftly rolled Chase back into Wilson’s arms. "Yes, asleep. He’ll be fine." House looked at Wilson. "I can’t…I," House blew out a breath. "I’ll be back."
Wilson watched House limp back out of the room. Needs to have his panic attack so he can come lie back down. Wilson murmured into Chase’s ear about their love for him as he waited for House.
****
House sat on the seat in his shower and thumbed his cane against the bottom of the tub. Robbie sobbing shows more courage than you do, Greg. House wiped the wetness from his cheeks. I need to be out there helping Wilson hold the wombat. I need to stop bawling. I’m a coward and I need to quit being one.
House quickly scrubbed his face and pulled back on his sweats before limping back into the bedroom. Wilson glanced up from Chase, but kept speaking quietly in his ear as House approached.
"You’re on my side."
"Didn’t think you’d be sleeping more right now."
House sat down and leaned over to check Chase. The younger man was staring into nothing, but he blinked when House kissed his temple. "No, thought I’d help you ground Robbie until it’s time to get ready for work."
Wilson lifted Chase’s top arm and let House slip under it and get his own arm arranged so it wasn’t held down. "Are you going to try to find a case today?"
House threaded his hand through Chase’s hair. "Nope. Going to catch up on charting. Lots of charts to sort through."
Wilson snorted. "You couldn’t catch up on your charting if you worked on it for a month. You’ll make Cameron’s day, you know."
House grinned at Wilson. "No. She doesn’t get to do any of the paperwork. Chase gets that privilege."
Chase roused and made a rude noise. "How’s that a privilege?" His voice was hoarse and soft.
"You’ll be spreading them out on the floor of my office so you’ll be with me all day."
Chase blinked. "Again, how’s that a privilege?"
House laughed and kissed Chase on the cheek. "I’ll tell you embarrassing Wilson stories."
Wilson thumped House on the arm. "The only embarrassing stories about me are all your fault."
House smirked. "That’s why they’re so fun to tell."
Chase started to say something, but he winced instead.
Wilson propped himself up by an elbow. "You need an ice pack, don’t you?"
"No, I’m fine."
Wilson ignored him and untangled himself from them. He got up, found his sweats, pulled them on, and padded from the room.
House snorted. "No, you aren’t. You’re going to bruise. Let Wilson mother you."
Chase sighed and snuggled deeper into House’s embrace. "Okay."
House switched between petting hair and stroking skin as he spoke. "Cameron isn’t going to let this go now. And Cuddy is going to want to talk to you."
Chase sighed. "I know."
****
Wilson wasn’t all that surprised when House insisted that he take the bike. Wilson just nodded and steered a blissed-out Chase towards the car. Hope he’s back to about normal by the time we get there.
Wilson chattered about inane things on the way and watched as Chase slowly came back to himself.
"You okay, Chase?"
Chase nodded. "Yes. Breakfast was good."
Yeah, it looked like it from my point of view. Wilson pulled into a parking spot and shut down the car. “Want to eat lunch with House and me?”
Chase bit his lip. “He won’t mind?”
Wilson blinked. You know it’s going to take time. Feral cat, he said, just like a feral cat. "I’m sure he won’t mind. I’d like to you to eat with us."
Chase nodded. "Okay."
They walked in together and Wilson wasn’t surprised when Cuddy caught up with them before they could get on the elevator. They exchanged greetings and Cuddy looked them both over carefully.
"Chase, I’d like a word with you, please."
Chase just nodded and followed her towards her office.
Wilson suppressed his urge to tag along and stepped onto the elevator.
****
Cuddy could see the muscles in Chase’s hands twitching as he held them in his lap. Cuddy closed the blinds and sat down in the chair across form Chase.
"Feeling better than you were, Chase?"
Chase nodded and kept his eyes downcast. Cuddy frowned at his non-verbal answer.
"How’d you get the bruise that’s forming on your chin?" Cuddy tried to make her voice non-threatening.
"I got in the way of a nightmare."
Cuddy nodded. "House’s, huh?"
Chase head snapped up and he blinked at her.
Cuddy smiled. "Just a few months after I started being his boss, I found House asleep in his office chair. I started to wake him because it looked like he was having a nightmare. He got me on my temple. Didn’t even see him move." Cuddy tapped the back of one of Chase’s hands. "He apologize or act like it didn’t happen?"
"I told him not to apologize."
Cuddy’s eyebrows climbed. "Okay. Are you happy with them?"
Chase smiled bigger than she’d ever seen. "They love me."
Cuddy felt herself smiling in reaction. "Yes, they do. You’d better go to work before House gets there."
Chase stood, then stopped and cocked his head. "You don’t want to check me over?"
Cuddy shook her head and stood as well. "No, you’re fine. If Cameron gives you any trouble, you’re to tell me."
Chase nodded and left. Cuddy moved to sit down at her desk.
****
House watched from the hallway as Foreman deftly slipped between Chase and Cameron, stopping whatever argument they were having with a few words. House waited until Cameron had stormed off in a huff before strolling into the office and plopping a sack on the table. After making coffee, he brought his cup with him back to the table and started rooting around in the sack.
Pulling a small stack of books from the sack, he dropped them in front of Chase. Then he quickly pulled one from the stack and plopped it in front of Foreman.
"What’s all this?" Chase poked at the pile with his pen.
Foreman stared at his book before raising his head to stare at House.
"Crosswords. Foreman gets Sudoku. We’re charting today. You’ll need something to do while I try to remember which idiot we’re talking about."
Foreman tried to peek into the sack. "What’s Cameron get?"
"If she doesn’t piss me off, a donut." House moved towards his office. "You’ve got thirty minutes before I’ll want to start."
Foreman waited until the glass door slid closed before turning to Chase’s silently laughing form. "What the hell is so funny?"
"She’s the one who asked why he didn’t just bring donuts." Chase shook his head and started sorting through the books House had bought him.
"You seem happy."
Chase glanced up at him. "Yeah, so?"
Foreman shrugged. "Just saying, you look happier than I’ve ever seen you."
Chase shrugged. "I guess."
"You ask to get hit on the chin or did the sex get a little too rough?"
Chase blinked. "Wasn’t sex. Got in the way of my partner’s nightmare."
"Oh." Foreman thought for a moment. "Your lady packs quite the punch."
Chase stared at him. "Never said my partner was a lady."
"Oh."
Chase narrowed his eyes. "And what if I said that I had two partners and they were both male?"
Foreman blinked, then raised his eyebrows. "You think I’d care?"
Chase pulled one of the books from the pile and opened it to a random page. "Would you?"
Foreman pushed his book with a fingertip. "I wouldn’t want to hear about it, but I wouldn’t give you trouble either."
Chase nodded as he studied the crossword in front of him. "Wouldn’t tell you about it anyway."
****
(Part 15)