Picture Puzzles 19
Title: Picture Puzzles Part 19/25 or 26
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 18)
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House could feel Chase’s eyes on his back as he pulled off his jacket. "What?"
"How long are we going to be getting them?"
House turned and moved passed Chase to check on Wilson cooking in the kitchen before sitting down on his end of the couch. "Unless they’ve had a population explosion, I’d say another two or three days worth."
Chase blinked. "Your type day or a normal doctor type day?"
House laughed and turned his head towards the kitchen. "Chase says I’m not normal!"
Wilson appeared in the doorway. "Like that’s news. How many a day, House?"
House shrugged. "I know for sure on another sixty total, plus any children they’ve had."
Wilson’s eyebrows rose. "That many people actually like coming to see you?"
House made a face at him before waving a hand towards the kitchen. "Go cook."
Wilson just shook his head as he turned to go back into the kitchen. "Thought so."
House made an obscene gesture at Wilson’s back.
"Quit flipping me off, or I’ll burn your dinner."
House quickly dropped his hand. "Burning my dinner means burning your own."
Wilson waved the wooden spoon he held as he moved back into the kitchen. "I’d just separate your portion out and then sit far enough away that you couldn’t steal food."
House leaned his head back against the couch, closed his eyes partway, and checked Chase from under his lashes. "You’d force me to steal from Robbie? That’s just mean, Wilson."
Chase half-smiled as he relaxed into the cushions. Wilson reappeared in the doorway.
"Robert is smart enough to evade your sticky fingers."
House turned his head towards Chase. "You’d avoid me?"
Chase smiled and patted House’s arm. "Only if you deserved it."
Wilson bit his lip to keep from laughing as House made another face and levered himself up off the couch.
As House moved down the short hallway he muttered, "Traitor."
Wilson watched Chase’s happy face crumple and then he slumped further down on the couch. Wilson started forward, but stopped as he heard House curse. Turning to look, Wilson could see House standing with his back to them and his head down. Wilson ignored that for now and sat down on Chase’s left side.
"He was joking, you know." Wilson gathered Chase into a hug, tucking Chase’s face in against the base of his neck. Looking over Chase’s head, Wilson watched House disappear into the bedroom.
Chase dug his head into Wilson’s shoulder. "I know."
Wilson brought one hand up to smooth down Chase’s hair. "Everyone has their sensitive spots. He’ll probably never tease you like that for a long time."
Chase shook his head against Wilson’s shoulder. "He will. He doesn’t care about sore spots."
Wilson tightened his hold on Chase. "Sure he does. You’ll just never see him admit it."
House dropped to sit on the other side of Chase from Wilson. "Give him here and go cook, Jimmy."
Wilson let House pull Chase away. House tucked Chase against his left side as he plopped some sort of leather item in Chase’s lap.
"Here."
Chase fingered the edge of the leather. "What are they?"
Wilson watched House flip over one of the pair and suddenly Wilson could see it for the shoe it was.
"They’re called gilles. It’s a period shoe." House pulled the leather strings here and there to loosen the shoe. "We’ll have to soak them for an hour and then you wear them until they dry so they’ll fit you."
Chase turned the other shoe over and over in his hands. "You’re giving them to me? They must have cost a lot."
House shrugged as he pulled the rose-like grouping of leather tabs at the toe away from the rest of the shoe to loosen the leather cord even further. "I learned how to make them from Frogdaddy. These should be your size. I’ll have to look and see if I have any in Jimmy’s size."
Chase fingered the heel of the leather shoe as he raised his eyebrows. "Frogdaddy?"
House grinned. "Yeah. I can never remember the man’s proper SCA name, but he ended up the head of a small group of ladies that all got a kick out of calling him ‘daddy.’ Their symbol is a frog."
Wilson snorted. "Oh, that’s great." Wilson headed back into the kitchen. "I wouldn’t even begin to guess how you started that one."
House threw the shoe he had at Wilson’s back. "I didn’t cause that one."
Wilson jerked left just in time for the shoe to miss him and he picked it up and threw it back towards House. "Only because you didn’t think of it first."
House caught the shoe, made a face, and started sorting out the laces again. "Shut up and cook."
Wilson laughed as he disappeared into the kitchen. House watched Chase fidget with the shoe he held.
"Wasn’t trying to upset you."
Chase nodded. "I know."
House snatched the shoe from Chase’s hands. "Come on, let’s start these soaking and you can wear them until we go to bed. They’ll be dry by then."
Chase snatched the shoe back. "I’m not done looking."
House grinned. "Fine. I’ll go hunt down Jimmy’s size. What do you think, blue or green?"
Chase looked up from his tan colored gille. "They can be colors?"
"Sure. Usually we’d use muted colors, but they can." House cocked his head. "You want yours a different color?"
Chase gripped his shoe tighter. "No."
House touched the back of Chase’s hand. "I’m not going to take them away. If you want to dye them, we can. Or we can paint a pattern on them, or they can be tooled." House grinned. "Could put a wombat on them."
Chase rolled his eyes and ignored the suggestion. "I like the animals that are all twisted."
House smacked the heel of the shoe he held against Chase’s forearm. "You mean the Book of Kells’ animals, don’t you?"
Chase nodded. "I liked the lion that was sitting facing the dog. They were symmetrical without being totally mirrored. I loved that."
House nodded. "The whole book is full of that sort of asymmetrical stuff. It wasn’t a lion though, it was a wolf. At the time wolves were only different from dogs in drawings because of the mane they had."
Chase turned to look at House. "You know a lot about it, don’t you?"
House tugged lightly on the shoe Chase held. "Maybe. What color do you want them?"
Chase dropped his eyes and held still. House set the second shoe on top of Chase’s hands and pulled the other man into a brief crushing hug. House pulled back and pressed the shoe down onto Chase’s hands.
"How about I teach you to dye using the shoes?"
Chase took a deep breath. "Dark blue?"
House kissed the side of Chase’s head. "Repeat that without it being a question, Robbie."
Chase blinked and bit his lip for a moment before quietly saying, "Blue."
House turned Chase’s head towards him with a touch of his hand. "Then we’ll make them dark blue." House leaned in and kissed Chase deeply.
*****
Standing quietly in the doorway Wilson watched as House pulled Chase into a fierce embrace as the young man moaned into the kiss. House opened his eyes to catch Wilson watching. Wilson could feel his breath catch as House did purposefully did something to make Chase moan.
Wilson set down the food on the coffee table as he continued to watch the other two. House broke the kiss and pressed Chase’s head into the junction of shoulder and neck.
"Like watching, Jimmy?"
Wilson realized he was slightly panting. "Maybe."
House smiled lazily as he ran a finger down the back of Chase’s neck. Chase squirmed and nipped at House’s neck. "You could watch me fuck Robbie tonight."
Wilson wetted one of his fingers and followed House’s finger with his wet one. "Could make you watch me take him."
House smirked as he gently pulled Chase’s head back to expose his neck. "I might let you have him when I’m done." House bit lightly at a fading mark on the right side of Chase’s neck. Then House pulled back and licked the spot before letting Chase’s head rest against his shoulder again. "Food’s getting cold."
Wilson smiled as Chase sat up and started to pull off his shirt until House stopped him.
"No. Tonight you eat before you get rewarded."
Chase glanced between the two of them. "Okay."
Wilson could hear the uncertainty in his voice. Carefully moving the gille shoes to the floor under the coffee table, Wilson took Chase’s hands in his own. "You liked the reward House made you wait for, right?"
Chase nodded and grinned. "Yes."
Wilson squeezed Chase’s hands. "This is kind of like that, okay?"
Chase glanced down at the food and back up at Wilson, then he cut his eyes across to look at House. "Okay."
House pulled on Chase until he was plastered against House’s side. "Sit close and Jimmy will sit against your right side."
Wilson obediently moved closer until he was touching Chase as much as possible.
They ate quietly as House flipped through channels. Wilson made sure to shift often in an attempt to give Chase a distraction from the food. House reached across Chase to snatch a bite from Wilson. Letting the bite go without a fight, Wilson inwardly smiled as House fed it to Chase.
Got to love his tactics. First he gets Robert hooked on touching and petting and then cuts him off unless he eats with clothes on. Wilson blinked and didn’t notice as House stole more food from him. Oh, shit. Clothes. He’s training Chase to be able to wait for his reward so we can eat out. Wilson absently took another bite of his food. The SCA event. That’s what House is planning for. Wilson looked up just in time to watch House steal the last of his food.
Wilson smiled sweetly at House. "Ready for your massage?"
House sat his plate on the coffee table. "As soon as you explain why the sleeping pills."
Chase looked back and forth between them.
Wilson leaned against Chase and stared at the television. "You need rest."
"I’m in pain."
Wilson sighed. "I know that, House." Wilson patted Chase’s thigh as he turned towards them to watch House. "You said you wanted to see if Robert’s massage helps. If you take a pain medicine, you slant the results…And why am I telling you this? You’ve already thought it all through."
House dug a pill bottle out of his jeans’ pocket. "I did." House rattled the bottle at Wilson. "One week, Jimmy. That’s it."
Wilson frowned. "Those aren’t addictive."
"I hate being groggy."
Wilson smoothed down a wrinkle in Chase’s pants. "You won’t be groggy."
House sighed and slipped the bottle back into his pocket. "Might be."
Chase glanced at them both. "Probably won’t be."
House smirked at Chase. "Why is that?"
Chase smiled. "You know that dizziness is the most common side effect for that drug."
House kissed the end of Chase’s nose. "Quit sucking up and go into the bedroom. I expect you to be totally naked by the time I get there."
Chase took one moment to look surprised at House’s kiss before swiftly disappearing into the bedroom.
Wilson turned from watching Chase with amusement to looking at House’s serious expression. "You don’t have to try them."
House glared at him. "No, I don’t." House retrieved the gilles from under the coffee table with his cane. "Let’s go pounce on Chase."
Wilson watched as House put the shoes in the piano bench. "I thought I was watching."
House turned from the piano. "I thought you were getting him when I’m done."
"I thought those were his."
House lifted his chin slightly. "They need to be dyed. He’ll get them back."
Wilson grinned. "All you need are the little elves and you’d be a proper fairly tale."
House guffawed. "Ruining your chances for getting to help me before it’s your turn."
Wilson smiled as he followed House down the hallway. "Turns, wow, you’re finally learning to share."
House glanced over his shoulder as they entered the bedroom. "I thought we’d had the age discussion already."
Wilson started to answer until he saw Chase spread out on the bed. Naked, Chase knelt with his arms wrapped around a pillow held to his chest, his head down in the sheets, and his ass in the air. Wilson settled on the edge of the bed and ran a hand from Chase’s shoulder down his side to his hip. "So handsome."
Chase shivered. House moved around to the other side of the bed and used a single finger to draw a small circle on the skin of Chase’s back. Chase gasped and pressed himself deeper into the pillow.
"You make a pretty picture, Robbie, but I want to see your face. Turn over."
Wilson batted House’s hands out of the way when he started to hinder Wilson helping Chase. Wilson rearranged the pillows and helped Chase lie back. House tweaked a nipple as he ran his hand across Chase’s chest.
Hitching his breath, Chase brushed his fingers across House’s inner wrist. "Massage before or after?"
House captured Chase’s hand and explored it carefully. "After, you won’t be able to move."
Wilson watched as Chase turned his hand to lightly grip House’s wrist. He held still as Chase spread his fingers and glanced between Wilson and House. Wilson touched a fingertip to the back of House’s hand.
"You can leave your boxers on."
House glared at Chase. "And let you blow air into them? I don’t think so. Bother Jimmy for a few minutes."
They watched as House grabbed up his cane and moved out of the bedroom. As soon as the bathroom door clicked shut, Chase sighed.
"What?"
Chase sat up and shrugged. "I shouldn’t have asked about the massage."
Wilson frowned. "Why not?"
Chase fingered the black ink on the inside of his thigh. "I don’t know."
Wilson glanced at the doorway and then took one of Chase’s hands in his own. "We don’t mind you asking things."
Chase stared at his hand in Wilson’s. "I don’t want to be a bother."
They looked up as House snorted from the doorway. "I’ll let you know if you ever become a bother." House tucked the end of the towel tighter around himself as he made his way slowly to his side of the bed. Sitting down heavily on the edge of the bed, House reached out and took Chase’s chin in his hand, forcing the other’s man’s head up. "When this started I thought you’d been beaten as a child. Probably by your father."
Chase snapped his eyes up to meet House’s. Wilson edged closer and wrapped himself around Chase.
"After what little you’ve said, I thought I was wrong. I thought you’d been hit by your mother."
Chase’s breathing started to pick up and he tried to back away from House, only to be stopped by Wilson.
"Then I find it’s far worse than even I thought. You’d been convinced you weren’t worthy of anyone’s care or concern."
Chase pressed back into Wilson and tried to shake his head. House tightened his fingers on Chase’s chin.
"Not only that, but you’d decided somewhere along the way that being perfect was the answer. That if you could just please everyone then you wouldn’t be hurt."
Chase gasped and pulled his head from House’s hand. Turning, Chase pulled away from Wilson and backed into the headboard. "I’m sorry."
House captured one arm and dragged Chase forward into an unyielding embrace. "Never be sorry for who you are, Robbie." House motioned Wilson closer. "We don’t care about your faults or flaws."
Wilson stroked Chase’s hair as he pressed himself against the others. "We love all of you, Robert."
Chase shuddered and buried his face against House’s shoulder.
"You survived, Robbie. That’s what matters." House kissed the side of Chase’s head before pushing the other two away. "Massage, Robbie. I’ve plans."
Chase sniffed and blinked watery eyes as he nodded. "Okay."
Wilson watched as House let Chase help him settle against the headboard. Chase started with House’s foot and worked his way up the right leg. Wilson nearly started as Chase’s voice broke the tense silence.
"Why’d you think it was my father?"
House shrugged and pushed Chase’s hands further towards the inside of his knee. "You didn’t want to be near him."
Chase made a soft noise and turned his attention to his hands.
Wilson watched them for a few minutes before saying, "I always wondered if your mother was responsible for your passiveness."
Chase glanced up from his hands. "What?"
Wilson ran the fingers of his left hand across the backs of Chase’s hands and out across a little of House’s skin. "You follow nearly anything a woman tells or asks you to do."
Chase frowned and his hands stilled. House tapped one of Chase’s arms, causing him to start moving again.
"Jimmy’s right. I used to think it was just from taking care of her."
Chase abruptly pulled away and sat back on his haunches. "I wasn’t a good child."
House stilled Wilson as he started towards Chase. "Why’s that, Robbie?"
Chase dropped to sit cross-legged and took skin near his ankle in between his fingers. "I hated them." Chase frowned and viciously twisted the skin he held.
House quickly reached out and pried Chase’s right hand away from his ankle. "Stop, love."
Chase blinked and looked up at House. "I was supposed to love them."
House nodded. "I know." House took Chase’s other hand into his along with the right. "No more massage tonight." House used Chase’s hands to deftly pull and turn the young man onto his back. "Let Jimmy help you settle."
Wilson watched House out of the corner of his eye as he helped Chase rearrange himself and the pillows around him. House worked lube into his fingers and gathered some into his left hand. Wilson settled himself beside Chase as House pushed on one of Chase’s legs with his elbow.
"Help Chase hold himself open, Jimmy."
Wilson gently wrapped his right hand around the inside of Chase’s left knee and pulled it towards himself. Chase took a deep breath and relaxed further into the sheets, his legs spreading further out, and his eyes drooped.
House spread lube on Chase and leaned in to kiss the inked area on Chase’s inner thigh. "Never letting you go, Robbie."
Chase shivered and brought his newly freed left hand down to clumsily stroke his hardening erection. House quickly intercepted Chase’s hand and spread lube across the fingers and palm.
"Hold your balls, Robbie."
Wilson could feel his own breathing pick up to match Chase’s as he watched that hand fondle sensitive skin.
"That’s it, love." House prepped and carefully positioned himself. "Deep breath."
Chase stared into House’s eyes as the other man slowly slid into him. "Uh…please."
Wilson started to pant as he watched House rest against Chase. "Oh, God."
House pressed a kiss to Wilson’s hand where it held Chase’s knee. Wilson kissed Chase’s shoulder and then stretched his neck to reach House’s mouth.
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House took Wilson’s mouth in a bruising kiss as he waited for Chase to relax a little more. House could feel the nearly silent groan Chase gave more than he could hear it. Tearing away from Wilson, House pulled back and thrust into Chase.
Chase moaned and arched his back, pulling his right leg tighter to his chest. "Fuck…please."
House stilled. "Quit asking, Robbie. Tell us." House rubbed the back of Chase’s left hand, pressing the hand hard enough to move Chase’s scrotum as well. "Tell me. Asking…begging won’t work tonight."
Chase grunted and bucked his hips up into House’s hand. "More…pl…" Chase closed his eyes, only to open them almost before they closed. "More."
House moved his hand from Chase’s and gently rubbed a nipple. "Good, Robbie." House started to slowly pump in and out of Chase. House watched as Wilson eagerly explored with his left hand. "Jimmy, don’t touch his dick until he tells you to."
Chase shuddered, lulling his head to the side Chase looked at Wilson. "Please."
Wilson kept his hand roaming around Chase’s ribs. "You have to tell me."
House picked up his speed and thrust harder against Chase’s prostate. "Tell him."
Chase writhed and pulled his right leg further out. "Stroke…m…me."
Wilson brushed his fingers across the back of Chase’s hand as he moved to take the straining cock in his hand. "Good, Robert. Tell Greg what you want."
Chase twisted beneath them. "More."
House shortened his thrusts, so they dragged over Chase’s prostate continually. "More what, love?"
"More." Chase grunted and lifted his hips to meet House’s thrusts. "Fuck me… har…harder."
House slammed into Chase and stilled. Wilson slowed his hand’s movements. Chase moaned and tried to buck, but House’s weight held him fast.
"Not fucking, Robbie." House panted as he kissed Wilson’s hand and then Chase’s knee. "Tell me what we’re doing."
Chase made a desperate noise in the back of his throat. "I…I don’t know."
House pulled on a nipple, causing Chase to twist. "Yes, you do."
Chase stared up at House and took a deep breath before closing his eyes and quickly saying, "Making love."
House pulled back and slammed forward. Chase arched and squeezed his balls. House joined his hand with Wilson’s on Chase’s dick. "Say it, Robbie."
Chase groaned as they pumped him while House pounded into him relentlessly. "I’m worthwhile."
House sped up his and Wilson’s hands. "What else?"
Chase fondled his scrotum. "Loved, I’m loved."
House held tight to Wilson’s hand so he couldn’t speed up again. Wilson looked up from their joined hands to watch House.
"Now tell us what you want, Robbie."
Chase arched further, his head digging into the sheets his hand pulling incessantly at his leg. Suddenly Chase let go of his leg to pull on his nipple. His leg fell and wrapped around House’s side. "I w…want to…come."
House slammed into Chase and came with a quiet groan. Wilson moved his and House’s hand frantically up and down Chase’s cock. House let Wilson’s hand go to quickly pinch just behind the head of Chase’s shaft. Wilson pumped his hand even as Chase shuddered and cried out.
"Not yet, love." House’s voice was breathy as he pulled out of Chase. Deftly flipping him over, House pulled Chase up onto his knees with his hands under his chest. Wilson sat and stroked himself as he watched House strip off the condom with one hand and plunge fingers into Chase with the other.
Chase groaned into the sheets as House quickly found and rubbed his prostate.
"Jimmy."
Wilson moved to kneel behind Chase as House used one hand to fingerfuck and one to wrap around the base of Chase’s dick. Quickly prepping himself, Wilson gripped Chase’s hips and slid into him with a soft strangled moan. He could feel House’s fingers pressing up against the underside of his cock as he pressed deeper into Chase.
"Oh…Greg."
House slid his fingers side to side, causing both of the others to moan. "Tell us who loves you, Robbie." House kissed Wilson’s side. "If you can, you can come."
Wilson slid in and out of Chase as House moved his fingers a little side to side. Chase squirmed and pressed himself into the sheets.
"Both…both of you."
Wilson suddenly stilled as House pressed his fingers up into the shaft of his dick. House slid his fingers in and out while Wilson held still. Chase cried out and thrust back towards them. House moved his left hand from Chase’s erection to thread through Chase’s hair. Pulling Chase’s head back and up, causing him to arch deeper, House kissed Wilson’s arm.
"Fuck him, Jimmy. Make him come without being touched."
Wilson groaned and slammed into Chase along with House’s fingers. Chase tried to move a hand from beneath himself, but House pressed his fingers into Chase’s prostate, causing him to twitch and writhe.
Chase pulled against House’s hold on his hair just enough to turn his head to look at House from the corner of his eye. "Love…you…and James."
House pressed Chase’s head into the pillows and slammed his fingers into Chase’s prostate. Wilson felt it as Chase moaned into the sheets as he began to shudder through his climax.
Wilson came with a groan and pulled out to flop down beside Chase. House continued to fingerfuck him, even as Chase spasmed and grunted. Wilson laid a hand along Chase’s spine and House kept up his movements.
Suddenly Chase sobbed and thrust back onto House’s fingers. "You…love me." Chase gasped a huge breath and slammed back again. "Y…you love…James too."
House pulled his fingers free and flipped Chase over onto his back. Firmly pumping Chase’s softening erection, House caused him to moan and arch. Wilson leaned in and kissed Chase deeply. House pressed in with them and they shared the kiss with him for a few moments before he pulled away.
Wilson pulled back and gathered Chase into his arms as they watched House retreat to the edge of the bed. Chase cried nearly silently as Wilson stroked his hair. "Would you get a washcloth, Greg?"
House started at the sound of Wilson’s voice. "Sure, Jimmy." Turning, House touched Chase’s lax foot. "You said the truth."
They watched as the wet washcloth came sailing in at them, and then the door clicked closed. Wilson soothed Chase’s tears as he ran the cloth across the limp man’s face.
"You did great, Robert."
Chase sniffed. "Really?"
Wilson reminded himself of what House had been saying for days now. "Really. He didn’t retreat because of you."
Chase frowned at the ceiling he was staring at. "The leg."
"Yes." Wilson finished cleaning Chase and started on himself. "Sleep, love. We’ll deal with him in the morning."
Chase rolled onto his side towards Wilson and let himself be covered with the blanket. "Okay."
A few minutes later, House carefully slid into bed. Wilson didn’t remark on the reappearance of the boxers.
"Okay?"
House glanced up from his visual check of Chase. "Yeah. You?"
Wilson hovered his hand above Chase’s head for a few moments before setting it on the bed. "I will be."
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(Part 20)