Picture Puzzles Part 17
Title: Picture Puzzles Part 17/?
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: Yes, it is. I noted who at the bottom of the chapter because lj and I are having quite the fight today.
(Part 16)
*****
House became aware of something heavy on his chest. Blinking, House stared at the ceiling as he started to bring his hand up from the bed to investigate.
"No, House, don’t touch. He just got to sleep a little while ago." Wilson spoke quietly near House’s right shoulder.
House lolled his head to look at Wilson’s drawn, tired expression. Swallowing to work up enough saliva to talk, House took a deep breath through his nose. "Why didn’t he sleep?"
Wilson rubbed his neck. "He was worried and you got a little loud at one point."
House blinked. "I didn’t hit anyone, did I?"
"No, no. You just made some noise. It surprised us more than anything. We made sure your limbs were free before we tried to sleep so we weren’t expecting it."
House closed his eyes. "Don’t expect me to thank you."
"Well, actually, I was expecting some… okay, a lot of yelling."
House snapped his eyes open and glared at Wilson. "I agreed to it."
"Not to the sedative."
"It staved off needing time to myself. You knew what you were doing, Jimmy." House patted Wilson’s arm. "If I’m mad, it’s about needing the shot, not about getting it." House petted Chase’s hair; the younger man nuzzled and pressed himself tighter to House’s chest.
"Your pain has been getting worse, but I didn’t actually think it was going to flare up like that."
House grimaced. "Flares are going to happen until the muscles get used to being loosened."
Wilson’s eyebrows rose. "You mean that Ch…"
House quickly clamped his hand across Wilson’s mouth. "No names, remember?"
Wilson blinked and nodded against House’s hand.
"Okay." House pulled his hand away and grinned as Wilson licked his palm before it got out of range. "I knew that it might cause problems initially, but he’s right that it’ll help in the long run."
Wilson nodded. "Why not just let me find your Vicodin?"
House pressed his lips together. "If I start back on it, I know that it’ll go badly. Between my tolerance and the increase in the pain I’ll go through scripts like water."
"Morphine is actually worse. Not that I need to point that out to you."
House half-smiled. "No, you don’t. You want me cranky and sick feeling, then you write me a script for something new. If not, let him have time to get the other to work."
Wilson rested his forehead on House’s shoulder. "I’m not going to give you morphine all the time. I just can’t do that to you."
House pulled Wilson’s right arm up onto his chest near Chase’s head. "Then you leave me alone next time. It’ll usually quit in under an hour. I’m sure the two of you can find something to watch on TV."
Wilson sighed. "Probably, but I don’t think I’ll be able to get him to leave you alone even if I wanted to."
"Clingy?"
"Very. He was fine for a while, but then you made a little noise and he refused to let you go after that."
House thought for several moments. "Doesn’t surprise me that much. He’s going to be a mess when I die."
Wilson gasped. "House."
House turned his head to stare at the ceiling. "Oh, please. We both know that I’m getting old. Between clots and how I treat my body, when you aren’t in full blown mother-hen mode, I’m going to bite it before either of you."
Chase turned his head and pushed himself tighter to House. "Shut up."
House and Wilson glanced at each other. House buried his fingers in Chase’s hair.
"You okay, Robbie?"
Chase kissed the skin under his lips and answered without lifting his head. "Fine."
House used his other hand to rub little circles on Chase’s shoulder. "Liar."
Chase turned his head to plant a kiss on the back of House’s hand. "No more than you."
House smiled. "Sure." House tugged on a lock of Chase’s hair. "Promise me something, Robbie."
Chase lifted his head to look at House. "What is it?"
"When I’m gone, you’ll eat. And if Wilson dies before you, you’ll still eat. I want you to promise you won’t starve yourself to death."
Chase blinked. "I want something in return."
Wilson held his breath as House frowned.
"What?"
Chase licked his lips. "Try to stay longer without having to be drugged, or at least don’t go as far."
House pulled on Chase until he could kiss the other man. House pulled back and licked at Chase’s lips.
"All right, love. I’ll promise if you will."
Chase lay across House and tucked his face into the side of House’s neck. "I promise I’ll eat."
House kissed Chase’s right shoulder. "Good, Robbie. I promise to try."
Chase smiled against House’s skin. "Okay."
Wilson sighed and pressed close and kissed Chase’s hair. "If we’re done with the depressing topics of discussion, what’s for breakfast?"
House pushed on Chase’s shoulder. "I’ll go get us food."
Chase quickly moved and looked to Wilson for his reaction. Wilson was frowning at House.
"I’ll cook something, House."
House slid to the edge of the bed past Wilson. Then House turned and pulled Wilson towards him so that the other man had to lean into his chest to keep from falling clear off the bed.
"I’m going to go get something." House kissed Wilson hard, making him whimper into House’s mouth. House pulled away and cupped the side of Wilson’s head. "I’m taking the bike. I’ll have my cell. I’ll be back."
Wilson pressed his lips to House’s palm. "Please, remember to be careful."
House patted the side of Wilson’s head. "Yes, Mother." House looked across the bed to where Chase sat silently watching them. "Robbie, come here."
Chase scooted across the bed until he could sit cross-legged near them. House took Chase’s hand in his own.
"I’ll be back with food soon. Why don’t you let Jimmy take a shower with you and then you’ll already be naked by the time food gets here."
Chase ran the pad of his thumb in little circles across the edge of House’s hand. "You aren’t mad about last night?"
House tugged on Chase’s hand until he let House embrace him. Chase nuzzled the skin at the base of House’s neck. House rubbed the fingertips of one hand across the back of Chase’s neck. "No, love. I’m not mad at you or Jimmy. Your massage is helping and we’ll do it again tonight."
Chase tightened his hold. "I helped cause it to hurt more. I’m sorry."
Wilson and House exchanged looks as Wilson hugged Chase from behind. "House says he thinks your idea is going to help in the long run. We’re just going to have to let his leg get used to the sudden loss of tension before the massage is more help than hurt."
"What Jimmy means is that I told you that you could try it. Don’t apologize because you did what I told you to." House kissed the side of Chase’s head. "It was helping, Robbie. Now go shower with Jimmy and get very clean for me. I’m going to give you a different reward for just this morning."
Chase nodded against House’s neck. "Okay."
House pulled Chase’s head up and kissed him hard. Wilson mouthed the side of Chase’s neck. Chase moaned into House’s mouth. House nipped at Chase’s lower lip as he pulled away.
"I’ll be back."
Wilson held Chase as they watched House slowly change into jeans before disappearing from the bedroom. They listened to him moving around the apartment until the front door closed.
"Let’s get showered. He’ll be about an hour." Wilson kissed Chase’s temple. "He’ll ride for a little while before he stops to get food."
Chase nodded and followed Wilson towards the bathroom.
****
House let the bike coast to a stop for the light. If I can keep from using it too much at work, I should be able to stand Robbie working on the leg every night. If it acts like it did when I was first working on rehabilitating it, I’m going to have at least three or four flare-ups a week. House revved the engine and took off again as soon as the light changed.
I’m going to have to resort to meds. I’m just going to have to get over the comfort of knowing the Vicodin works and take whatever Jimmy comes up with. I hate the idea of changing to some new med. I don’t like change unless I want it. I have to want this change. I want them to be happy.
House shuddered for a moment. Ugh. Such sap. Still, I want them happy, since it makes me feel good. House blinked. Yeah, that’s something I’m never admitting to.
House smoothly accelerated through a bend in the road. At least letting them touch me worked okay. Won’t be telling Jimmy that the sedative was the only reason I didn’t have a panic attack when I couldn’t get away. A ghost of a smile crossed House’s face. I’m going to have to be naked next time or Robbie will blow air into my boxers again. God, that was funny. Worthy of repeating on Jimmy the first chance I get.
*****
Wilson leaned against the shower wall as Chase’s hot mouth engulfed him. "Oh, God."
Chase glanced up at him and sucked as he moved back up the shaft. "House would tease you about that."
Wilson smoothed Chase’s wet hair. "You keep telling me you aren’t House."
Chase nipped at Wilson’s thigh. "I’m not, just saying he would."
Wilson used his left hand to lazily pump himself. "I know."
Chase kissed the edge of Wilson’s hand and stood up. "Want to try something?"
Wilson cupped Chase’s ass and brought him forward to press tightly together. "Sure. What?"
Chase gasped as Wilson rubbed the back of his hand against Chase’s cock as the other man stroked himself.
"I want…oh…to fuck…you." Chase thrust against Wilson in tiny jerky movements.
Wilson kissed the side of Chase’s neck. "How do you want me, Robert?"
Chase panted as he moved back. "I’ll sit and then you’ll be in my lap."
Wilson nodded, turned the water off, and watched as Chase settled on the shower seat. Once he was still, Wilson moved closer. Chase reached out and deftly turned Wilson to face away from him. Chase slicked his fingers and pressed one into Wilson.
"Do you think House will let us fuck him someday?"
Wilson gasped as he tried to focus past the sensations Chase was creating as he fingerfucked him. "Y…yes. Someday."
Chase kissed Wilson’s side as he added a second finger. "He’s doing lots better about touching."
Wilson bucked as Chase hit his prostate. "Uh…yeah. He’s… oh, shit…still upset."
Chase nipped at an ass cheek as he pressed in a third finger. "What? About hitting me?"
Wilson grunted and slammed back onto Chase’s fingers. "Yeah."
Chase used his other hand to reach around a pull at Wilson’s nipple. "You have any idea what he’s going to want to do to me?"
Wilson groaned and arched as Chase sped up his thrusts and pulled harder on the nipple. "N…n…not a…clue."
Chase licked at the small of Wilson’s back, causing the other man to twist and moan. "I just wondered. Ready now, love?"
Wilson shakily nodded and let Chase guide him to straddle Chase’s legs. As Wilson sank down onto Chase’s cock, the young man reached up and took hold of Wilson’s shoulders and pulled him down in one quick motion.
"Oh, shit." Wilson arched and closed his eyes as he breathed heavily.
Chase kissed Wilson’s spine. "Okay?"
Wilson rocked back and forth a little. "Oh, shit. Yes…very okay."
"Good." Chase pulled Wilson to lean back against his chest and started to roll his hips. Wilson jerked and moaned as the movements stimulated his prostate. Chase batted Wilson’s hands away from the man’s dick. "Mine right now. You can play with your nipples."
Wilson turned his head into the left side of Chase’s neck. "Can I make a mark?"
Chase ran his fingertips up the underside of Wilson’s cock. "I’d like that, James."
Wilson mouthed the side of Chase’s neck, and then whimpered as his balls were fondled. Chase stroked Wilson’s dick with feather-light touches as he rubbed firmly on the scrotum.
"Don’t tease me, James. Suck hard if you’re going to mark me."
Wilson pulled back enough to talk. "Want you to mark me too. I want to show Greg."
Chase reached down and pinched Wilson’s inner thigh before taking hold of Wilson’s hip. "After you come."
Wilson murmured and mouthed Chase’s neck again.
Chase suddenly gripped Wilson’s cock and started thrusting up onto him fiercely. Wilson bit down on Chase’s neck and grunted. After a few moments, Wilson let up and Chase pushed him forward to sit up more. Then Chase gasped and started pulling Wilson down to meet each stroke.
"Oh…good. Fuck…oh, please…more."
Chase groaned as Wilson slammed down on him. Their movements became more frantic as Chase brought his hand up from Wilson’s hip to hold the back of his neck. "We… belong… together with… Greg, don’t we?"
Wilson gasped and arched. "Yes…uh, yes." Wilson reached back and held Chase’s hand tighter to his neck. Wilson rolled his nipple with the fingers of his left hand. "Need…t…to touch."
Chase flicked his thumb across the tiny slit in Wilson’s cockhead. "Not your dick."
Wilson moaned as he shook his head slightly. "My…balls. P…please."
"Okay." Chase sped up his thrusts and grunted each time they slammed together.
Wilson brought his hand from his nipple down to fondle his scrotum.
"Pinch…yourself."
Wilson made a noise in the back of his throat and pinched his balls, causing himself to gasp. Chase squeezed Wilson’s neck before arching hard as he came. Wilson groaned and quickly brought his hand from his own neck down to hold Chase’s hand to his cock. He slid Chase’s hand up and down in short, harsh motions until he climaxed with a strangled grunt.
Chase lazily rolled one of Wilson’s nipples between his fingertips, causing the other man to whimper. "I think I love you."
Wilson lolled his head towards Chase from where he was resting. "That’s good." Wilson kissed the edge of Chase’s jaw. "Love you too." Wilson rolled his head to stare at the ceiling. "Don’t mention love to Greg yet, okay?"
"I know."
Wilson hummed in his throat. "I like having you still inside me. Wonder if we can get him to be comfortable enough with us to linger."
Chase turned his head and kissed Wilson’s temple. "It’ll get better. He’s getting better." Chase pushed on Wilson’s elbow with his hand. "Ready for your mark, then?"
"Yes." Wilson let Chase help him stand.
Chase steadied Wilson with a hand on the other man’s hip as he leaned in and sucked at a spot on Wilson’s left ass cheeck. Wilson quietly moaned as Chase slipped a finger back inside. Chase pumped his finger slowly and pressed Wilson tightly to the wall to keep him on his feet.
"Let’s turn the water back on and finish up before Greg comes back."
Wilson nodded jerkily as Chase added another finger.
****
House raised his eyebrows when he turned from closing the apartment door. His partners were both naked and Chase had Wilson knelt on the couch, fingerfucking him. House watched Chase’s fingers pump into Wilson as he pulled off his jacket.
"Having fun?"
Chase smiled at him and pinched Wilson’s scrotum, causing him to squirm. "Lots of fun." Chase indicated the towels covering the couch. "I wanted to see how long I could make him leak pre-come."
House dropped a sack of food onto the coffee table. "Fun. Hi, Jimmy." House ran a single finger down Wilson’s spine onto his ass to the new mark. House tapped the darkened skin. "Nice one, Robbie." House brought Chase’s chin up and gave him a quick kiss. "Keep it up, we’ll feed Jimmy after. I’ll feed you now."
Chase nodded and turned his attention to the whimpering man he was fingerfucking. House settled on the edge of the couch beside Wilson and fed Chase in between bites. They talked enough to keep House calm as Wilson’s moans and grunts filled the background.
House licked the last of the food from his fingers. "Done with Jimmy yet?"
Chase stilled his fingers inside of Wilson, who shuddered. "Maybe. What’s my reward? Can I have it while I’m doing this?" Chase wiggled his fingers, causing Wilson to moan.
House smirked and smacked Wilson on the ass and laughed as he shivered and groaned. "If you can concentrate, I suppose you can. Have to move to kneel behind Wilson, though. I need the corner of the couch and your ass."
Chase grinned and with House’s help got Wilson to kneel closer to the end of the couch with his head on the arm instead of a cushion. Chase quickly knelt behind Wilson, letting House position him so that his head was down between Wilson’s knees on a cushion and he was reaching up to keep his fingers inside Wilson’s ass.
House settled his right leg as best he could while he slicked his fingers with the lube Chase had left on the coffee table. Then he leaned in so that his breath hit Chase’s backside.
"Hold yourself open for me, Robbie."
Chase reached back with his left hand and pulled himself open as House pushed on the other cheek to help. House picked a spot on Chase’s right ass cheek and licked it.
"You washed very well, love. Ready for your reward, Robbie?"
"Yes."
House grinned and swiped his tongue across Chase’s hole. The young man moaned and thrust back towards House. He pulled his fingers inside of Wilson down sharply, causing the other man to cry out. House pulled back after another lick to the right ass cheek.
"I liked that." House dove back in and soon had both men moaning and squirming. House slipped two fingers into Chase and licked at where they disappeared into him.
Chase thrust his fingers into Wilson harder and bit the inside of his knee. Wilson grunted and rocked backwards.
"More…Robert, please."
House pulled back and watched as Chase added his fourth finger to Wilson. "Lovely, Robbie. Open him wide, love." House leaned back in and licked down Chase’s perineum as he added a third finger. Then he licked back up and started alternating his fingers and his tongue at Chase’s hole.
Wilson’s pleas became more broken as Chase steadily thrust into him. Chase grunted into the inside of Wilson’s knee, shuddering as House played with him. Then House palmed Chase’s leaking erection.
"Robbie, kneel up."
Chase let House pull him upright and prep him. Then House pulled Chase’s fingers away from Wilson, who groaned. House quickly lined up Chase and helped him slide into Wilson. House smirked as both men moaned and shuddered.
"Lovely." House prepped himself. Grimacing as he knelt, House thrust into Chase.
"Bugger." Chase dropped his head to Wilson’s back with a faint thud. Wilson grunted and arched further.
House reached around and fondled the other men’s heavy balls. "That’s right, Robbie. Think we can make Wilson scream?"
Chase rolled his hips, causing everyone to gasp. House pulled out and thrust back in hard. That got Chase thrusting as well. Soon the men had worked out a rhythm and all that could be heard were the noises they made and House’s panting breaths.
Chase reached around to take a hold of Wilson’s cock. Wilson arched and gave a short strangled scream as Chase squeezed tightly and began to jerk relentlessly.
"That’s…it. Say it, Robert. Say…what lets you…come."
Chase threw his head back with a groan. "L…loved…Oh, bugger…worth…while."
House moved his hand from Chase’s hip around to hold Chase’s chest as he deepened his thrusts. "Yes, love. Exactly…right." House stilled and came with a quiet short moan.
Chase arched and came as House pulled on a nipple. Clamping his hand tighter around Wilson’s dick made Wilson jerk and thrust more frantically until he spasmed and went limp under them.
Chase panted against Wilson’s heaving back as he waited for House to pull out and disappear. He could feel House resting his forehead against his back. Chase brought the hand he’d kept on Wilson’s hip back to touch House’s left thigh.
House jerked slightly at the contact and kissed Chase’s ribs near his spine. "I’m okay. I’ll move in a minute, Robbie."
Chase sighed. "’Kay."
It wasn’t very long before House pulled away, straightened his clothes, and headed for the bathroom. Chase pulled out of Wilson and sat up just in time to get hit in the face with a wet washcloth. House grinned at him before closing the bathroom door with a click.
Chase turned to Wilson, cleaned and then maneuvered the man into sitting up. Wilson let his head rest against the back of the couch as he groaned. His eyes were slightly unfocused as he stared at the ceiling.
"You want food, James?" Chase asked as he cleaned himself up.
Wilson blinked. "Wha…?"
Chase shook his head and settled beside Wilson, dropping the wet cloth to rest on the towel-covered cushion. "Never mind. We’ve got a little time yet."
*****
(Part 18)
So lj and I hate each other right now. Really. I just got back from a squre dance and I spent an hour trying to fix itialics tags that were screwy and frankly I don't feel like messing anymore with the ID's that refuse to work properly and then block the rest of the post. I'm on strike. I refuse to deal with the stuipd things anymore tonight. I'll try to fix it tomorrow sometime, maybe, then again maybe not. I need a heck of a lot more sugar to deal with this crap.
Betas (cause really, they all found stuff to fix. Nice people that they are): recrudescence, saara_zaara, and jestana