Keys to Everything
TITLE: Keys to Everything.
AUTHOR: it_feels_okay
PAIRING: Wilson/Chase, House.
RATING: Mature.
WARNINGS: Sexual situations, voyeurism, Chase being a giant cocktease.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, and am in no way affiliated with the writers of House MD, or any of the actors.
NOTES: Inspired by a plot bunny from ladygray99. "House didn't feel like paying for porn tonight."
I haven't written anything in ages, so it's still a little rough around the edges.
Chase and Wilson are in an established relationship. House discovers this, and takes advantage of their 'secret'.
Chase was distracted, to put it lightly. There was something incredibly unnerving about being in a relationship that couldn't come to light...with your boss' closest friend. Least of all, when your boss was as perceptive as House - it wasn't only medical issues that he could diagnose in no time flat. He tugged at the neck of the dark green knit sweater he was wearing, unable to focus.
"Wombat. Stop daydreaming about your country club - I need ideas," House interupted, pulling him out of his thoughts.
Right. Diagnostics.
"Munchausen's. She's had more tests than cancer patients, and she's travelled around quite a bit - it's possible that she's been moving because she's running out of doctors who she can manipulate."
It was plausible, though he knew it wasn't the answer that House wanted to hear.
"Too easy," House started, before he was interupted by the sudden exclaimation from Chase's beeper. It was Dr Wilson. James, rather, he reminded himself.
"NICU is short on staff..." the Australian began, at a loss. He'd never been good at lying, and House knew as much. A raised brow and 'Fine, but you're covering my clinic hours' later, he was on his way to James' office, hands shoved deep into the pockets of the beige corduroys he was sporting. The behaviour earned him a few concerned looks, which he decidedly ignored.
Arriving at the heavy, dark-stained oak door, Chase glanced to either side before entering. James was sitting behind the heavy desk, reading glasses perched at the end of his nose as he went over paper work. He glanced up, smiling as he soaked in the sight of his lover.
"What did you need assistance with, Doctor Wilson?" the blonde inquired with a grin, closing the door behind himself. The last thing that they needed was to give a passing nurse a heart attack.
Wilson's lips curled, despite his best efforts to play along seriously with this game that Chase found so enjoyable. He stood, making his way around the front of his desk, and sat lightly on its surface. The brunette took a fistful of Chase's wooly sweater and gently pulled him close enough to whisper into the soft shell of his ear. "I think that you know, Doctor Chase, what it is that I need assistance with," he replied, rolling his hips against the Australian doctor's. It was a game that Chase liked to play, and one [he was surprised to discover] that he himself wasn't at all opposed to. Chase's wasn't the same kind of neediness he usually ended up finding himself being attracted to, but the entire situation in itself was unique to him.
Suddenly Chase's lips were on his neck, trailing from behind his ear to his collarbone, hands somehow loosening his tie and pulling away his suit jack simultaneously. Able hands. Surgeons hands. The Australian tilted his head, biting softly down on the other man's earlobe. "Is this what you had in mind, maybe?" he asked, slipping a hand between them.
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House wasn't stupid. In fact, it was probably the last adjective that anyone would use to describe him, whether or not they liked him.
The facts were these : Chase had been making numerous trips to 'NICU', Wilson was spending more and more time with his office door locked and blinds closed, and neither of them ever seemed to look each other in the eyes when a consult with oncology came up. It was with this knowledge that he decided to grant them both a small surprise.
"Foreman - lumbar puncture, before Cuddy tries to pull us off the case. Cameron, consult her parents about anything she may not have admitted to," the greying diagnostician instructed, limping towards the large set of glass doors before adding, "I'll be back in about twenty - wouldn't want to miss out on an opportunity for free, live gay porn."
Their expressions, really, were almost as rewarding as he had imagined they would be.
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Chase had pulled away the majority of Wilson's clothing, leaving only his shirt pulled open and the particularily bright red tie resting around his shoulders. He had been careful to avoid touching the brunette while removing his clothing, trying his best to keep him as on-edge as possible. There was something wonderful about watching him yearn, trying to lean into his touch. Chase stepped forward, beginning to trace patterns over his side with his fingertips.
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"You look beautiful like this."
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House smirked. Chase's voice - however husky - was impossible to mistake. He slipped the copy of Wilson's office key that he'd had made into its lock, stepping in as silently as was possible. It was both to his surprise and amusement that Chase was positioned facing directly in front of him, and Wilson's eyes were - at least for the moment - shut tightly in what he could only imagine was pleasure.
Chase bent his head, rolling over the brunette's nipple with his tongue, first, and then with his teeth. Wilson emitted a small noise, more like a whimper than any human sound. The Australian grinned, and continued the oral ministrations down his front, until he reached the part of him that was yearning most for more attention. Wilson's tongue passed over his lips, hands bracing himself against the desk he was pressed to. A chain of 'Yes', 'Please', 'More's fell from those lips as Chase slowly took his cock into his mouth. House hadn't had him pegged for being so vocal, but Chase being the one in control wasn't something that he had anticipated, either.
Chase pushed him closer and closer to the edge, pausing sporadically to maintain control over the situation. He slid a hand up, holding the oncologist's hips in place as he increased his pace. A barely-muffled cry later, Wilson was leaning heavily on the desk, dark strands of hair sticking to his face. Chase wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and smiled up at the man he had just left debauched and exhausted.
It was the clapping that pulled them back into reality.
"Nice! I mean, ideally a hot nurse would come in and offer to service both of you at the same time, but it's almost as good as the real deal," House commented, barely hiding his amusement at the situation. He watched with no small amount of pleasure as Wilson's eyes flew open, and Chase whipped that pretty blonde head around.
"I...You...How long?" Chase started, standing in front of his lover to permit him some modesty.
"Long enough to know that you'd probably have to gag Wilson if these walls were any thinner, and that your innocence facade is just that," he smirked, leaning back against the door. Although there weren't many people at PPTH who would care - or be surprised, for that matter - he knew that neither of them would want to go public with it any time soon. The kinds of benefits he could reap from this were endless. "But let's not bother with the 'I don't tell, and you grant me sexual favours' argument - I'll see you both at my place around seven." Chase and Wilson exchanged open-mouthed glances, neither of them able to find the words. There was no arguing with House, once he had you where he wanted you.
"I didn't feel like paying for porn tonight, anyway. "