Foursome Time
Title: Strip Poker Games
Author: Rachel
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: kinky sex, foursome...this piece is entirely smut, so be warned.
Pairings: House/Wilson, Foreman/Chase, House/Wilson/Foreman/Chase
Comments would be awesome!
House and Wilson still have almost all of their clothing on. Wilson has beaten House out a couple of times, but mostly it’s Foreman and Chase who’ve ended up stripping down to nearly nothing. Foreman still has his pants, but Chase, his poker face nonexistent and his luck even worse, is left only in boxer briefs.
“Game’s over then, isn’t it?” Chase offers, putting his hand face down.
“Lousy hand?” House asks, his voice dripping with pseudo-sympathy.
“What? Erm, no. It’s just that, I haven’t got any clothing left.” Chase, looking nervous, grabs his drink and finishes it, making a face as the whiskey burns his throat.
“We could think of something else to do,” House offers, nudging the bottle of whiskey towards Wilson. Wilson obliges and refills Chase’s glass. Foreman raises his eyebrows, suspicious but just the tiniest bit too tipsy to take his suspicion seriously, and also finishes his drink. Wilson is quick to refill his glass as well.
“Like what?” Foreman asks.
“We could keep playing this. But whoever wins, they get to decide what the losers have to do,” House says.
“Erm…I don’t know…” Chase looks to Foreman for help.
“Like we’d trust you,” Foreman says.
“Wilson’s here. He’ll keep me in check.”
“Fine,” Foreman agrees.
Chase looks nervously in Foreman’s direction, but Foreman shows no sign of backing down, so, after taking another sip of his drink, Chase agrees, “OK.”
“Great. Let’s play this hand,” Wilson says.
They do. Wilson wins.
“So what are we going to do?” Chase asks. He’s starting to shiver because of his lack of clothing.
“I’m saving mine up for next round. It’s for you,” he tells Chase.
Chase swallows. “What is it?”
Wilson leans over and kisses Chase lightly on the mouth. Chase looks a little surprised at how delicate the kiss is, but says nothing. They’ve all done this before. Each of them plays their parts, Foreman always skeptical and never admitting that he’s really that interested, Chase always nervous but excited, and House and Wilson always in charge. “The pairing will be you and Foreman. And you’re tied up.”
Chase swallows and looks at Foreman. Foreman’s face is impassive. “OK,” Chase agrees softly.
“Next round,” House says, staring at Foreman and Chase as he begins to deal. Foreman likes to pretend that they’re just playing cards, even after an “assignment” has been given, while Chase keeps darting glances towards Foreman.
House deals. He wins this round. Foreman finishes his drink. Chase is shifting in his chair.
“I get to direct,” House says softly. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” They all get up and begin to go towards House’s bedroom, Wilson taking Chase by the arm to lead him. House has begun to notice that Wilson has a particular thing about Chase. It’s not exactly clear what this “thing” is, but Wilson seems to pay Chase a certain amount of attention and likes to take charge of certain things with Chase. It sometimes bothers House the tiniest bit, and he takes it out on Chase in the way he directs once and a while.
“Let’s tie him up,” House says, nodding his head towards Chase. Wilson goes to fetch the ropes. “And you two, take the rest of your clothes off.” Both Foreman and Chase hesitate for a few seconds, but then strip off their remaining clothing. “Chase, get on the bed.” Chase complies. “How do you want this, Wilson? Do you want him face up?”
“No. On all fours.”
“All fours it is then. Chase?” Chase nods slightly, and crawls onto his hands and knees. Wilson ties his hands together, leaving him resting on his elbows, and ties those to the bed. As an extra measure, he decides to tie another rope around Chase’s neck, as a sort of collar, and secures it to the bed as well.
“I don’t know about this,” Chase says.
“You’ll be fine,” Foreman says, and Chase doesn’t say anything more. He is apt to listen to what Foreman says for some reason. “So what am I doing?”
Wilson runs a hand through Chase’s hand, and House feels a pang of annoyance. He can’t help himself. “We’re all going to do him at once.”
All three turn to look at him in surprise. Chase looks particularly upset, and House immediately regrets the announcement, but it’s too late to take it back.
“I thought we were doing me and Foreman,” Chase protests weakly.
“Foreman’s involved in this.” He pauses. “Will you be all right?” he asks Chase.
Chase doesn’t response for a second, then, “OK.”
“Good. Foreman, blindfold him.” Foreman obliges, using a tie he finds on House’s floor. “Now, Chase, listen to me. One of the three of us is going to prep you from behind, OK?” Chase nods. “I want you to guess who that person is. If you get it right, then all you’re going to do is give Foreman a blow job. If you get it wrong, you’ve got to finish us all off, with one of us getting to fuck you, and the other two getting blow jobs. Got it?”
Chase is breathing heavily. House worries for a second that Chase won’t agree, but in a minute, Chase says again, “OK.” He always underestimates just how willing Chase is do to almost anything.
House weighs his options. He doesn’t particularly want Wilson getting to prep Chase, but also guesses that Chase is most likely to guess either himself or Foreman. So he motions for Wilson to start. Wilson slicks his fingers and slips one into Chase. He’s rougher than usual, probably hoping that Chase won’t guess that it’s him. Without waiting very long, he thrusts another finger in, curling his fingers so they brush Chase’s prostate. Chase is moaning slightly, rocking backwards to meet the fingers.
“Guess,” House says from behind Chase.
Chase is panting, trying to move back further but prevented from doing so by the makeshift collar. “I…”
“Guess.” Another finger is thrust inside Chase. Chase moans and bucks, straining his arms against the ropes, pushing his face into the pillows so that he smoothers his cries. “Guess. Or else we’ll each just take turns fucking you, and if you come, I’ll paddle you with my cane.” Out of the corner of his eyes, House sees Foreman lick his lips. Interesting. He files the idea away for later.
Chase whimpers and raises his head slightly. Wilson has stopped moving his fingers while they wait for Chase’s response. “I…I don’t…”
“Chase,” House warns.
“Foreman! I guess Foreman!”
House limps over and removes Chase’s blindfold. “See who it is.” Chase turns.
“Oh,” Chase manages. “OK.”
“Foreman,” House says. “I want you to let Chase suck you off for now.” Foreman’s face remains impassive, but he’s hard, and he climbs in front of Chase. Before Chase starts, though, the two lock eyes, and Foreman strokes Chase’s hair slightly. But then, Foreman guides Chase’s head down, and Chase takes Foreman into his mouth. Foreman pulls slightly at the rope around Chase’s neck, and Chase doesn’t protest. Wilson begins thrusting his fingers into Chase again, and soon Chase is moaning loudly around Foreman’s cock and Foreman is beginning to swear and clutch Chase’s hair with the hand not holding the rope. House watches, undressing himself, and then starts undressing Wilson.
“Foreman, get behind Chase. Start fucking him. And make it hard.” Foreman gets up and moves behind Chase as House kisses Wilson as he removes his shirt. They both watch as Foreman thrusts into Chase. Chase cries out, again burying his head in the pillow, and Foreman begins to thrust harder. Foreman is gleaming with swear, his biceps bulging, and Chase is writhing and moaning in front of him. House and Wilson both move in front of Chase on the bed.
House, of course, gets to go first. He pulls Chase toward him by the hair and forces him down. Chase moans around his cock, and right when House begins to get close, he yanks Chase’s head back and moves him to Wilson. Chase’s head moves up and down at the same pace as Foreman’s cock thrusting into him. Chase won’t last much longer, House can tell, he’s too excited, this is just how he likes it. House moves Chase’s head back over to his cock. Chase starts to moan loudly, really losing it, and then at once, both Foreman and Chase come, Foreman pounding his last few times into Chase and Chase finishing right after. The sight of the two of them is too much for House, and he comes in Chase’s mouth.
Wilson doesn’t bother waiting for House’s direction anymore. Once Foreman has pulled out, he enters Chase from behind. Chase’s face is buried in House’s lap, and House doesn’t move, watching Wilson finish himself off in Chase. Chase is grunting a little, sounding a bit in pain, and finally Wilson finishes. Chase clutches at House as Wilson comes, almost as if it is his orgasm rather than Wilson. Wilson pulls out and House begins to untie Chase. Once he’s untied, Chase doesn’t move, and lays still, eyes open, on the bed. House feels almost guilty, and isn’t sure of what to do, and he looks to Foreman.
Foreman is a step ahead of him. He puts his arms around Chase and kisses him on top of the head. The two of them often like to be alone after sex, House and Wilson always feel a bit strange about it, but they know that it’s best to leave. They get dressed, House occasionally sneaking glances at them. Chase is always a bottom for them (not because he asks to be or has to be, just because Foreman and House both refuse to be bottoms and Wilson likes to switch off and Chase rarely has requests of complains), and when they do something too intense, he sometimes needs Foreman to do this with him.
“Are you all right?” Wilson asks Chase. Chase has barely moved, he’s curled into Foreman’s protective grip. Foreman is rubbing Chase’s wrists that are red where he was bound. Wilson looks at Foreman, unsure, guilty even.
“I’m OK. I just need a couple minutes,” Chase says, his voice muffled into Foreman’s thigh.
“Do you guys want to keep going or should we stop?” Wilson asks, glancing at House, wordlessly asking him what they should do.
Chase looks up at Foreman. House can see there is a faint red line where Wilson had tied the rope around his neck. “OK,” Chase says. “We can keep going.”
Wilson and House both look skeptical, but Chase repeats, “I just need a couple of minutes. Then we can keep going.”
“Foreman?”
“Sure, I’d be up for more,” Foreman agrees.
House and Wilson leave them like that and go out to the living room, shutting the door.
“Do you have any ideas for what we can get them to do next?” Wilson asks.
“You in the middle, me behind you, and Chase on the bottom sucking Foreman off,” House suggests.
Wilson gives a small smile, then, “Been done.”
“Well, what have you got?”
“I thought we could split into pairs.”
“What, you want Chase now?” House said, unable to keep the anger from his voice.
“No,” Wilson said, sounding a bit surprised. “Wouldn’t it make more sense for you and me to pair off, and Foreman and Chase?”
“Oh.” They have never done it like this. There were always Foreman and Chase to serve as some sort of middlemen. House wonders if Foreman and Chase think of him and Wilson in the same way. “Well, all right,” House agrees.
“Good,” Wilson says.
Author: Rachel
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: kinky sex, foursome...this piece is entirely smut, so be warned.
Pairings: House/Wilson, Foreman/Chase, House/Wilson/Foreman/Chase
Comments would be awesome!
House and Wilson still have almost all of their clothing on. Wilson has beaten House out a couple of times, but mostly it’s Foreman and Chase who’ve ended up stripping down to nearly nothing. Foreman still has his pants, but Chase, his poker face nonexistent and his luck even worse, is left only in boxer briefs.
“Game’s over then, isn’t it?” Chase offers, putting his hand face down.
“Lousy hand?” House asks, his voice dripping with pseudo-sympathy.
“What? Erm, no. It’s just that, I haven’t got any clothing left.” Chase, looking nervous, grabs his drink and finishes it, making a face as the whiskey burns his throat.
“We could think of something else to do,” House offers, nudging the bottle of whiskey towards Wilson. Wilson obliges and refills Chase’s glass. Foreman raises his eyebrows, suspicious but just the tiniest bit too tipsy to take his suspicion seriously, and also finishes his drink. Wilson is quick to refill his glass as well.
“Like what?” Foreman asks.
“We could keep playing this. But whoever wins, they get to decide what the losers have to do,” House says.
“Erm…I don’t know…” Chase looks to Foreman for help.
“Like we’d trust you,” Foreman says.
“Wilson’s here. He’ll keep me in check.”
“Fine,” Foreman agrees.
Chase looks nervously in Foreman’s direction, but Foreman shows no sign of backing down, so, after taking another sip of his drink, Chase agrees, “OK.”
“Great. Let’s play this hand,” Wilson says.
They do. Wilson wins.
“So what are we going to do?” Chase asks. He’s starting to shiver because of his lack of clothing.
“I’m saving mine up for next round. It’s for you,” he tells Chase.
Chase swallows. “What is it?”
Wilson leans over and kisses Chase lightly on the mouth. Chase looks a little surprised at how delicate the kiss is, but says nothing. They’ve all done this before. Each of them plays their parts, Foreman always skeptical and never admitting that he’s really that interested, Chase always nervous but excited, and House and Wilson always in charge. “The pairing will be you and Foreman. And you’re tied up.”
Chase swallows and looks at Foreman. Foreman’s face is impassive. “OK,” Chase agrees softly.
“Next round,” House says, staring at Foreman and Chase as he begins to deal. Foreman likes to pretend that they’re just playing cards, even after an “assignment” has been given, while Chase keeps darting glances towards Foreman.
House deals. He wins this round. Foreman finishes his drink. Chase is shifting in his chair.
“I get to direct,” House says softly. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” They all get up and begin to go towards House’s bedroom, Wilson taking Chase by the arm to lead him. House has begun to notice that Wilson has a particular thing about Chase. It’s not exactly clear what this “thing” is, but Wilson seems to pay Chase a certain amount of attention and likes to take charge of certain things with Chase. It sometimes bothers House the tiniest bit, and he takes it out on Chase in the way he directs once and a while.
“Let’s tie him up,” House says, nodding his head towards Chase. Wilson goes to fetch the ropes. “And you two, take the rest of your clothes off.” Both Foreman and Chase hesitate for a few seconds, but then strip off their remaining clothing. “Chase, get on the bed.” Chase complies. “How do you want this, Wilson? Do you want him face up?”
“No. On all fours.”
“All fours it is then. Chase?” Chase nods slightly, and crawls onto his hands and knees. Wilson ties his hands together, leaving him resting on his elbows, and ties those to the bed. As an extra measure, he decides to tie another rope around Chase’s neck, as a sort of collar, and secures it to the bed as well.
“I don’t know about this,” Chase says.
“You’ll be fine,” Foreman says, and Chase doesn’t say anything more. He is apt to listen to what Foreman says for some reason. “So what am I doing?”
Wilson runs a hand through Chase’s hand, and House feels a pang of annoyance. He can’t help himself. “We’re all going to do him at once.”
All three turn to look at him in surprise. Chase looks particularly upset, and House immediately regrets the announcement, but it’s too late to take it back.
“I thought we were doing me and Foreman,” Chase protests weakly.
“Foreman’s involved in this.” He pauses. “Will you be all right?” he asks Chase.
Chase doesn’t response for a second, then, “OK.”
“Good. Foreman, blindfold him.” Foreman obliges, using a tie he finds on House’s floor. “Now, Chase, listen to me. One of the three of us is going to prep you from behind, OK?” Chase nods. “I want you to guess who that person is. If you get it right, then all you’re going to do is give Foreman a blow job. If you get it wrong, you’ve got to finish us all off, with one of us getting to fuck you, and the other two getting blow jobs. Got it?”
Chase is breathing heavily. House worries for a second that Chase won’t agree, but in a minute, Chase says again, “OK.” He always underestimates just how willing Chase is do to almost anything.
House weighs his options. He doesn’t particularly want Wilson getting to prep Chase, but also guesses that Chase is most likely to guess either himself or Foreman. So he motions for Wilson to start. Wilson slicks his fingers and slips one into Chase. He’s rougher than usual, probably hoping that Chase won’t guess that it’s him. Without waiting very long, he thrusts another finger in, curling his fingers so they brush Chase’s prostate. Chase is moaning slightly, rocking backwards to meet the fingers.
“Guess,” House says from behind Chase.
Chase is panting, trying to move back further but prevented from doing so by the makeshift collar. “I…”
“Guess.” Another finger is thrust inside Chase. Chase moans and bucks, straining his arms against the ropes, pushing his face into the pillows so that he smoothers his cries. “Guess. Or else we’ll each just take turns fucking you, and if you come, I’ll paddle you with my cane.” Out of the corner of his eyes, House sees Foreman lick his lips. Interesting. He files the idea away for later.
Chase whimpers and raises his head slightly. Wilson has stopped moving his fingers while they wait for Chase’s response. “I…I don’t…”
“Chase,” House warns.
“Foreman! I guess Foreman!”
House limps over and removes Chase’s blindfold. “See who it is.” Chase turns.
“Oh,” Chase manages. “OK.”
“Foreman,” House says. “I want you to let Chase suck you off for now.” Foreman’s face remains impassive, but he’s hard, and he climbs in front of Chase. Before Chase starts, though, the two lock eyes, and Foreman strokes Chase’s hair slightly. But then, Foreman guides Chase’s head down, and Chase takes Foreman into his mouth. Foreman pulls slightly at the rope around Chase’s neck, and Chase doesn’t protest. Wilson begins thrusting his fingers into Chase again, and soon Chase is moaning loudly around Foreman’s cock and Foreman is beginning to swear and clutch Chase’s hair with the hand not holding the rope. House watches, undressing himself, and then starts undressing Wilson.
“Foreman, get behind Chase. Start fucking him. And make it hard.” Foreman gets up and moves behind Chase as House kisses Wilson as he removes his shirt. They both watch as Foreman thrusts into Chase. Chase cries out, again burying his head in the pillow, and Foreman begins to thrust harder. Foreman is gleaming with swear, his biceps bulging, and Chase is writhing and moaning in front of him. House and Wilson both move in front of Chase on the bed.
House, of course, gets to go first. He pulls Chase toward him by the hair and forces him down. Chase moans around his cock, and right when House begins to get close, he yanks Chase’s head back and moves him to Wilson. Chase’s head moves up and down at the same pace as Foreman’s cock thrusting into him. Chase won’t last much longer, House can tell, he’s too excited, this is just how he likes it. House moves Chase’s head back over to his cock. Chase starts to moan loudly, really losing it, and then at once, both Foreman and Chase come, Foreman pounding his last few times into Chase and Chase finishing right after. The sight of the two of them is too much for House, and he comes in Chase’s mouth.
Wilson doesn’t bother waiting for House’s direction anymore. Once Foreman has pulled out, he enters Chase from behind. Chase’s face is buried in House’s lap, and House doesn’t move, watching Wilson finish himself off in Chase. Chase is grunting a little, sounding a bit in pain, and finally Wilson finishes. Chase clutches at House as Wilson comes, almost as if it is his orgasm rather than Wilson. Wilson pulls out and House begins to untie Chase. Once he’s untied, Chase doesn’t move, and lays still, eyes open, on the bed. House feels almost guilty, and isn’t sure of what to do, and he looks to Foreman.
Foreman is a step ahead of him. He puts his arms around Chase and kisses him on top of the head. The two of them often like to be alone after sex, House and Wilson always feel a bit strange about it, but they know that it’s best to leave. They get dressed, House occasionally sneaking glances at them. Chase is always a bottom for them (not because he asks to be or has to be, just because Foreman and House both refuse to be bottoms and Wilson likes to switch off and Chase rarely has requests of complains), and when they do something too intense, he sometimes needs Foreman to do this with him.
“Are you all right?” Wilson asks Chase. Chase has barely moved, he’s curled into Foreman’s protective grip. Foreman is rubbing Chase’s wrists that are red where he was bound. Wilson looks at Foreman, unsure, guilty even.
“I’m OK. I just need a couple minutes,” Chase says, his voice muffled into Foreman’s thigh.
“Do you guys want to keep going or should we stop?” Wilson asks, glancing at House, wordlessly asking him what they should do.
Chase looks up at Foreman. House can see there is a faint red line where Wilson had tied the rope around his neck. “OK,” Chase says. “We can keep going.”
Wilson and House both look skeptical, but Chase repeats, “I just need a couple of minutes. Then we can keep going.”
“Foreman?”
“Sure, I’d be up for more,” Foreman agrees.
House and Wilson leave them like that and go out to the living room, shutting the door.
“Do you have any ideas for what we can get them to do next?” Wilson asks.
“You in the middle, me behind you, and Chase on the bottom sucking Foreman off,” House suggests.
Wilson gives a small smile, then, “Been done.”
“Well, what have you got?”
“I thought we could split into pairs.”
“What, you want Chase now?” House said, unable to keep the anger from his voice.
“No,” Wilson said, sounding a bit surprised. “Wouldn’t it make more sense for you and me to pair off, and Foreman and Chase?”
“Oh.” They have never done it like this. There were always Foreman and Chase to serve as some sort of middlemen. House wonders if Foreman and Chase think of him and Wilson in the same way. “Well, all right,” House agrees.
“Good,” Wilson says.