Picture Puzzles Part 11
Title: Picture Puzzles Part 11/?
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 10)
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Wilson woke to find House sitting up and reading with the lamp beside him turned on low. Between them, Chase lay curled with his face buried in House’s hip. Wilson rubbed his eyes.
"Hey."
"Morning, House." Wilson pushed himself up to sit against the headboard. "You sleep any?"
"Some. Been keeping him calm." House stuck a bookmark into his spot and sat his book aside. "What’d he tell you about his freak out?"
"Not a lot. Just that his mother yelled and held him against a wall. I know he left most of it unsaid. Did he tell you more?"
House nodded. "Made a deal for the information." House rubbed the bridge of his nose. "He thinks he’s worthless."
Wilson blinked. "Oh. Okay, I’m glad he didn’t tell me that yesterday." Wilson leaned his head back. "I would have had to hit something, which would have just made things worse."
"Yeah, that’s what I thought. I didn’t call him on not telling you."
"That’s okay, he’ll tell me when he wants me to know. There’s more to it, isn’t there? He wouldn’t have had that kind of reaction otherwise."
House dropped his head to his chest for a moment before turning to look at Wilson. "I think that fighting meant things being thrown. He huddles down into a ball; that’s less of a target, less noticeable. He got told how much of a burden he was, that’s for sure." House leaned his head back. "He’s too light a sleeper to not have been woken roughly."
"He awake now, you think?"
House shook his head. "No. Figured out he wakes to his name or a touch from someone. He touches us, or conversations at normal volume without his name, he sleeps right through."
"How do I handle it? I mean, I know I can’t just expect him to grasp we love him just because I told him so."
"He’s not going to break." House shrugged. "I treat him like a feral cat. Rewards for trusting us. Not making a fuss at him about anything he thinks he does wrong."
"You would have been mad at him if he’d opened that box."
House drummed his fingers on his good thigh. "No. When you found it, I got mad because you insisted that I didn’t need it. I wasn’t mad about you finding it." House stilled his fingers. "You know I have to control things."
Wilson nodded. "Yeah, I know. You’ve been really patient with him."
House gazed down at the sleeping man. "He’s worth it. Besides, I put up with more annoying shit from you."
Wilson snorted. "And you deserve every bit of shit I do to you."
House lifted a corner of his mouth. "Want to see if we can wake him?"
Wilson was about to answer when Chase rolled onto his back and banged his hand into Wilson’s side.
"Bugger."
House threaded a hand through Chase’s hair. "You say that every morning?"
Chase blinked and scrubbed at his eyes. "Maybe." Chase yawned. "We getting up or staying in bed?"
House grinned. "Breakfast. It’s Wilson’s turn to cook." House ran his hand down Chase’s chest. "Your treat can come after."
Chase climbed across Wilson to get out of bed. "Okay." He headed to the bathroom.
Wilson turned to House. "What’s his treat, anyway?"
House smiled. "It’s a surprise, but if it works right he’ll fall asleep again."
"I’ll wash up and then start breakfast."
House nodded and dropped his legs over the edge of the bed. He had a closet to clear room in before they ate.
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House sat on his end of the couch and set the cane on the coffee table. Chase helped Wilson bring food to the living room. House snagged Chase and pulled him to stand in front of him as the younger man straightened from setting food down.
"Different reward system in the mornings, Robbie."
Chase fingered the inner wrist of the hand House had on his hip. "What is it?"
"Every couple of bites you swallow, we’ll take turns deepening your marks. Eat the whole plate and we’ll put a new mark on Wilson."
Chase nodded. He could see the wisdom in having a shorter version of the system for mornings. Chase stripped off his sweats, sat down, and spread his legs.
"Eager, aren’t you, Robbie?" House reached over, took hold of Chase’s right nipple, and twisted. Chase dropped his head back and gave a small groan.
They let Chase eat five or so bites of his omelet before House leaned in and licked a bite mark below Chase’s clavicle. Chase’s breathing hitched as House bit down. Wilson stroked Chase’s left arm and side. Chase brought his right hand up to grip House’s arm. House pulled away sharply.
"Wilson’s turn next, Robbie. Know where you want him to bite?"
Chase blinked, trying to focus past the throbbing in his chest. "My balls."
House cocked his head. "No new marks, just deepen the existing ones, Robbie." House nipped Chase’s ear lobe. "You want him to bite the mark I made?"
Chase squirmed. "Yes."
House nodded. "Seven fork-fulls first, Robbie."
Chase obediently ate as they roamed their hands across his skin. He could barely taste the food, and eating didn’t matter nearly as much as their attentions. Wilson shifted enough to reach Chase’s scrotum and rubbed House’s bite mark with his thumb.
"Sure, Robert?"
Chase closed his eyes as he nodded. House gripped the back of his neck.
"Eyes, Robbie. Watch Wilson bite you."
Chase snapped his eyes open and watched as Wilson took the darkened skin into his mouth. He rolled the skin between his teeth, sucking lightly. House brushed the fingers of his right hand through Wilson’s hair.
"Bite him hard, Jimmy."
Wilson bit down. Chase arched and then twisted as House pulled on first one nipple and then the other. The kneeing noise he made sent shivers down Wilson’s spine and he bit harder. Chase panted and turned his head to bury it in House’s neck.
"Keep biting, Jimmy. Hold him there, just like that." House reached down and thumbed the head of Chase’s cock, causing him to whine. "Eat half your plate and that’s where I’ll bite you next, Robbie. Would you like that?"
Chase gasped against House’s neck. "Uh…yes, please."
House fingered the sensitive spot just under Chase’s cockhead. "Say you want to eat, Robbie."
Chase trembled. "I…I want to…eat." Chase pressed Wilson’s head tighter to him. "Please, please. Oh, more."
House pulled Wilson away. Wilson held onto his captured skin as long as he could before sucking just as he let go. Chase gasped and shivered. House pushed on Chase’s head until he straightened up.
Chase ate, panting between mouthfuls as the other two continued to stroke his skin. Only when he’d eaten half of what was left on his plate did Chase set it down. House pushed him towards Wilson.
"Let Jimmy hold you, Robbie."
Chase settled against Wilson’s chest, knowing that the change in position was purely to make it easier for House to reach the skin he wanted. House drew his thumbnail down from the base of Chase’s neck, across his nipple, and lower to the join of his hip to his groin.
"Good boy, Robbie. Once I’m done, we’ll let you finish and we’ll mark Jimmy." House nipped at the bites on Chase’s thigh as he ran a thumb across the inked words beside the bites. Then House bit down on the darkening mark.
Chase arched and brought his hands up to grasp Wilson’s neck. Wilson mouthed the marks on the left side of Chase’s neck as he teased the younger man’s nipples. Chase grunted and trembled.
Wilson could see the muscles of House’s back starting to tense up. Wilson lifted his mouth from Chase’s skin. "Tell him what it feels like, Robert."
Chase rolled his hips. "Good…hurts…oh, good." Chase twisted and pushed his hips higher. "Please more…Greg…more."
House pressed a thumb firmly to Chase’s perineum. He sucked hard on the skin he gripped in his teeth. Chase arched, gasped, and tightened his hold on Wilson’s neck. Wilson pulled hard on Chase’s nipples. Chase gave a short wail as he twisted in their grasps.
House pulled back and stroked his hands across Chase’s thighs. "More food, Robbie. Wilson needs a new mark."
Chase lay against Wilson and gasped for breath. Wilson motioned for House to hand him the plate. After a quick playful tug of war over the plate, House let him have it and sat back to watch Wilson feed Chase. Several quick bites later, the plate was clean and set aside.
House pulled Chase into a quick kiss. "Good, Robbie, you pick where we mark him. Let Wilson have the middle."
Chase and Wilson switched places. Chase looked Wilson over, fingering the marks at his neck and hips. "Anywhere?"
House pressed Chase’s fingers firmly down on the mark on Wilson’s hip. "Anywhere you want, Robbie."
Chase pulled his fingers from under House’s hand. "Here?" Chase fingered a spot just above Wilson’s nipple.
House treated it as though hadn’t been a question. "Good choice, Robbie. Just like we did before, okay?"
Chase nodded. They leaned in and each took a mouthful and bit down. Wilson grunted. He could feel himself hardening even more as they sucked on him. The pain was an afterthought compared to the feeling of belonging that washed over him.
House pulled free and watched Chase continue to suck as he rolled Wilson’s nipple between his fingertips. "Like that, Jimmy? Like him marking you as his?"
Chase sucked in sharply, causing Wilson to arch.
"Good, Robbie. Make it deep so Jimmy will have your mark for days." House pressed Chase’s head tighter to Wilson’s chest. Then he took Wilson’s mouth in a deep kiss.
When they broke apart, Wilson groaned and pushed at Chase’s head. "Enough…please."
Chase pulled away and fingered the mark he’d just made. "Sorry."
Wilson pulled Chase into a quick kiss. "No, don’t be sorry. I liked it." Wilson looked at House over Chase’s bent head. "Robert gets his treat now?"
House nodded. "If that’s what Robbie wants."
Chase nodded. House stood up and, using the cane, limped into the bedroom. The others trailed along behind.
House pulled at Wilson’s sweats. "Off, Jimmy."
Wilson pulled off the sweats and let House push him down on the bed. House piled pillows behind his back until he was half-sitting. Then House turned to Chase and pushed him towards Wilson.
"Lie on Jimmy. Your back to his chest."
Chase lay down gingerly, letting Wilson adjust himself to the small of Chase’s back. House pulled a towel from a pile of Wilson’s things, rolled it up, and shoved it under Chase’s hips. House grabbed the bottle of lube and settled down beside the others.
"Jimmy, hook your legs over Robbie’s and spread him open for me." House helped them settle into the position he wanted. "Good. Now wrap your arms around yourself, Robbie. Jimmy’s arms are going to cross on top of yours so he can play with your nipples while you get your treat."
Once they’d wrapped their arms and Wilson had settled his chin against Chase’s left shoulder, House ran a single finger lightly up Chase’s erection. "Ready, Robbie?"
Chase gasped. "Please. Yes."
House fluttered his fingers across Chase’s balls. "Ask me, Robbie."
"Please, Greg. I want … my treat, please."
House leaned in and breathed on Chase’s thigh. "Good, Robbie." House planted a kiss on the inked skin and started licking up towards Chase’s groin. House lubed his fingers as he worked. Chase gasped and tried to hold still. He could feel Wilson’s hard-on pressing against his back. Wilson rubbed the skin around Chase’s nipples as he watched House.
Pressing a finger to Chase’s opening, House rubbed in tiny back and forth movements as he licked at the mark on Chase’s scrotum. Pulling back slightly House blew a stream of air on the wet skin as he eased his finger into Chase. The young man arched against Wilson’s hold.
"Please." His voice came out thready and thin.
House worked his finger in and out slowly as he licked a single line up Chase’s cock. Chase gasped and trembled. Wilson watched as House backed off just enough to blow air up that wet skin as well; the older man’s face was starting to show tension. Wilson kissed Chase’s shoulder.
"Like the noises you make, Robert." Wilson was relieved to see House relax at his voice. Chase strained in his grip and Wilson tightened his hold, pressing Chase’s legs further apart.
Chase whimpered and rolled his hips. House added another finger and began thrusting slowly. He took Chase’s cockhead in his mouth and sucked before pulling away and blowing on the slit in the head.
"Oh, bugger." Chase lolled his head towards Wilson. "Tighter…more. Oh, please, Greg…more."
Wilson tightened his hold and pulled on Chase’s nipples. House took Chase’s dick back into his mouth and slowly lowered his head to take in more. House crooked his fingers and rode out the ensuing buck that created. Chase groaned and started jerking his hips in tiny thrusts.
Wilson moaned as Chase’s skin rubbed across his trapped erection. "Good, Robert. Tell him what you feel." Wilson pulled and rubbed on Chase’s nipples and watched House slowly bob up and down Chase’s cock.
Chase arched against Wilson’s hold. "Hot…good." Chase turned one hand to grip Wilson’s arm. "Faster, oh, please."
House added a third finger and quickened the thrusts in and out of Chase while still sucking up and down Chase’s erection at the same slow steady pace. Chase whined and twisted in Wilson’s hold. House pulled off and blew on the wet skin. Chase gasped and made a needy noise in the back of his throat. Wilson watched as House grinned at him and then quickly engulfed Chase as far as he could. Chase bucked hard and then trembled as House’s fingers found his prostate again.
House stilled his head with Chase in his mouth as far as possible. He drew a breath through his nose and hummed.
Chase shivered and moaned. "Oh, like that, Greg. Oh…please." Chase gripped Wilson’s arm and tried to buck harder. "More… Oh, more."
House glanced up at Wilson. Having grown used to the way House did things, Wilson knew what he wanted.
"Tell him, Robert. Say his name." Wilson rubbed hard on Chase’s nipples.
"Uh… more, please. Greg, love you…bugger." Chase bit his lip and groaned in the back of his throat.
House began to suck and lick faster, tension starting to come back. Wilson rolled his hips in time to Chase’s thrusts.
"Fuck him with your fingers, Greg. Make him wail as he comes." Wilson could see the affect his words had on them both as House relaxed again and Chase thrust faster.
Wilson began pinching the skin around Chase’s nipples. House added his fourth finger and thrust hard into Chase, angling the thrust for the younger man’s prostate. With the other hand, House pinched at the bite mark on Chase’s thigh.
Chase shuddered, arched, and came. House pulled back enough to be able to swallow as he fluttered the fingers inside of Chase. Wilson pulled sharply at Chase’s nipples. The younger man’s hand clamped down and he wailed. Wilson thrust against Chase’s back and let his eyes slide closed as he climaxed. Chase’s wail changed pitch as House rubbed firmly on the other man’s prostate and perineum at the same time.
When Wilson came back to himself, Chase was limp on top of him and House was gone. Damn it, damn it, damn it. Wilson worked his way out from under Chase. He checked over the younger man and noted that he needed some antiseptic on the shoulder blade bite mark. Quickly cleaning himself and Chase with the towel House had used for padding, Wilson pulled on a pair of sweats and quietly padded to the closed bathroom door.
Wilson listened to House retching. Oh, shit. Why’d this particular thing upset him more than anything else? Wilson knew House wasn’t going to like it, but he couldn’t just leave him alone. Wilson rapped quietly on the door. When there was no loud noise warning him off, Wilson tried the knob.
Finding the door unlocked, Wilson pushed it open and stepped inside. House was sitting on the floor with his back to the counter and his knees bent towards his chest. Wilson knew that made the thigh hurt more, so this was really bad.
"Hey."
House didn’t raise his head. "Hey."
Wilson sat down facing House. "Taste or smell?"
"Not having this discussion." House made to stand, but Wilson easily pulled him back down.
"Yes, actually, we are. If it’s smell, we can talk to Chase about changing soaps."
House snorted. "He’s stealing mine."
Wilson smiled. "I noticed. So, taste or just the whole position?"
House plucked at the knee of Wilson’s sweats. "Wilson."
"I know you don’t want to talk, House, but this is important. Think about if Chase hadn’t passed out. He’d be blaming himself even though it was totally your idea."
House dropped his head. "Taste. They taste the same."
Wilson sucked in a quiet breath. "You weren’t perfectly fine before that either."
House lifted his head and glared. "I know that."
Wilson didn’t back down. "I know you know that, House. I’m just saying that it might have been the position too."
House shook his head. "No. It was bothersome, but Robbie makes plenty of noise." House took a breath. "You did good with the talking, Jimmy."
Wilson smiled. "You do better." Wilson stood up and held out his hand. "Want to brush your teeth and go nap with Chase?"
House let Wilson haul him up. "Sounds good."
Wilson opened the bathroom door. "I’ll bring your cane. We haven’t talked about meds yet."
House jammed the toothbrush into his mouth.
Wilson smiled. "Yeah, don’t think that’ll save you."
Wilson was on his way back with the cane when there was a knock on the apartment door. Wilson leaned House’s cane inside the bathroom door and headed to answer the door. He grabbed one of House’s discarded T-shirts on his way and pulled it on.
Pulling the door open, Wilson was cursing his choice of shirts when he came face to face with Cameron.
"Oh, hello, Dr. Wilson."
Wilson raised an eyebrow. "Shouldn’t you be at work?"
Cameron bit her lip. "Well, yes. I went past Chase’s this morning to try to apologize and he’s not home."
"So you came to House’s place?"
"Um. Well, I need to apologize to him too. And to you, Dr. Wilson. I am sorry."
Wilson could see she’d noticed that hickeys that showed at the edge of this shirt’s collar. "You could at least look at my face when you say that."
Cameron’s face flushed and she dropped her eyes to his bare feet. "Sorry. I was just worried about Chase and things got out of hand."
Wilson blinked. "Cuddy told you about doing clinic hours for Chase?"
"Yes. She, um, said something about I should consider myself lucky she was punishing me."
Wilson could hear the bathroom door squeak as it opened. Crap. I need to get rid of her before House comes and kicks her ass. Wilson slipped out onto the doorstep and pulled the door most of the way closed. "You aren’t going to listen to a word I say now that you have seen hickeys on me. I can see that, but I’m going to tell you something anyway. Chase is happier with those marks to help him remember he’s loved than he ever was before."
Wilson crowded Cameron until she stepped down a step and looked up at him. "You think House would allow anyone to abuse Chase if he knew about it?"
Cameron blinked. "What?"
"House wouldn’t let someone beat Chase anymore than he’d let someone beat you. House keeps better tabs on his fellows than any department head I’ve ever met." Wilson smiled coldly. "Just because you can’t grasp that there are ways to show love outside of your narrow view doesn’t mean that House can’t see that." Wilson leaned back. "I bet even Foreman can grasp that better than you. Go to work, Cameron. And stay out of my way for a while."
Wilson slipped back inside and firmly shut the door before throwing the deadbolt. He looked up and saw House standing behind the couch, leaning on his cane.
"What’d she want?"
"To apologize. I got a little upset."
House turned back towards the hallway. "I heard. You didn’t cuss. That’s better than I would have done."
Wilson followed House. "I didn’t cuss because I would have started yelling. That would have woken him." Wilson fingered one of the hickeys at his neck. "She saw the marks at my neck."
House nodded. "She has blind spots. Foreman will figure us out before her."
"Probably."
They lay down with Chase and quietly talked about possible pain medications over his sleeping form.
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(Part 12)