Toy Story

House was staying late... to keep tabs on a patient's condition? It would have seemed absolutely ludicrous to anyone who knew the doctor... except maybe Chase. And that was only because Chase was sitting in the chair in the corner of House's office, in the near-dark, waiting. They weren't leaving until House said they were leaving, and so far House had said nothing at all; he just sat and stared at his computer screen, browsing the Internet and giving no sign of recognition to Chase's presence.



After forty minutes of House's insistent clicking of the mouse, and Chase's continuous nail-biting, Chase broke the silence. "House, the patient's been stable all day. This is... pointless."



House spun around in his chair to face the younger man. "Maybe I'm not ready to leave yet."



Chase groaned. "Well I am!" House really did have no reason to be here... he always seemed to put unreasonable effort into making Chase miserable... and yet, Chase loved the attention.



House tossed his phone to Chase. "Fine. Call Wilson, tell him we're leaving." House began packing up for the night, stuffing into his bag his laptop, some papers, a book, and last but not least... House made a show of waving the remote around near Chase, smirking all the while.



Chase swallowed hard, his fingers clutching the cell phone a little tighter. "Yeah... um... mmhmm, we're just leaving..." Chase's eyes were transfixed, unsurprisingly, on the very last addition to House's bag.



"Let's go," House said, after having finished packing. Chase jumped to his feet, trailing eagerly behind House; he'd been tired earlier, but the news that it was finally time to leave was enough to give him an immediate surge of energy.



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The ride to Wilson's apartment was nerve-wracking for Chase; his excitement was building exponentially as they got closer. Damn it, why did he have to be such a whore? It was very rare that Chase ever questioned this arrangement... House and Wilson as this sort of unit, and Chase being invited in between them--occasionally at first, but now quite frequently. But times like these, when House was silent for a bit, and Chase wasn't expected to do or say anything, he started to think. It was all so surreal, like he didn't belong there... and yet, he fit in so well. The entire thing was so surprisingly comfortable, and now it was turning Chase on even more.



He was only glad that House was concentrating on driving, and that the remote and vibrator were tucked away safely in the bag in the backseat; otherwise, he knew, House would surely be taking the opportunity to tease Chase even more.



They arrived after what seemed like it hadn't been enough time for Chase to prepare himself for what was about to happen... and yet, Chase felt as though he really couldn't wait any longer. It was like this every time, although it had been going on for a few months now.



Wilson was at the door, smiling, as House marched in without being invited, and Chase followed him anyway, head down.



House took to Wilson's couch immediately, kicking off his shoes and pulling off his socks as Wilson sat beside him. Chase walked slowly over to the armchair that was off to the side of Wilson's living room, and watched as Wilson moved in to kiss House on the lips, open-mouthed and sloppy, so that Chase could just see their tongues sliding against each other, swiping over lips and teeth. He squirmed a little in his seat.



House leaned his head back, moaning quietly in satisfaction as Wilson continued their kiss. Chase watched patiently, silently observing the closeness of the two men as if waiting his turn. After a few minutes House broke their kiss and leaned down to look through his bag for something. "Come here, Chase."



Wilson watched as Chase stood and made his way toward House, who now held in his hand the small toy which had caused so much commotion that morning. "You know what to do with that," House said, handing Chase the vibrator, and Chase made his way down to Wilson's bedroom, leaving Wilson sitting alone with House. "Your turn," House said simply, and handed Wilson the remote. Wilson was tempted to try it out, right then, knowing that Chase was fully not expecting anything, but he decided to wait just a bit longer. In the meantime, he leaned over to kiss House again, this time on the neck. Wilson's tongue traced along House's jugular, stopping at the earlobe and then making its way back down. Wilson continued in this manner until House pushed him away; "Save it... the real fun's in there." Wilson pulled away, smiling earnestly, and headed over to the bedroom, House close behind him.



Chase sat, naked, on the edge of the bed, and eyed Wilson nervously as he entered with House. "Dr. Wilson..." he began, and was abrubtly cut off by House's lips on his. The kiss was possessive, all tongue and some teeth, and Chase was being pushed down slowly, until he was pinned against the matress, his legs being pushed open by the prodding knee of House's good leg. Chase felt violated and thrilled all at the same time, his heart racing as he realized that with House on top of him, he could not see Wilson on the other side of the room, and yet he knew what Dr. Wilson was holding... Chase forgot almost completely about all of that as House brought his hand down to tease just around the base of Chase's cock... Chase whimpered into House's mouth, his arms wrapping around the neck of his superior in a futile attempt to pull him closer.



Chase let out a long, needy moan as he felt the toy buzzing gently inside of him, his hips thrusting upwards in a subconscious response to the new stimulation. House nipped at his collarbone before pulling back, sitting down beside Chase's head. Chase lay relatively still, his eyes shut and his mouth hanging just slightly open, and he was sighing occasionally.



Wilson walked over to straddle House, kissing him with the remote in one hand and his other pulling House's tee-shirt free from his body. Once both mens' shirts were discarded, Wilson moved to slide his tongue along the ridges of House's chest, just once, and then looked up at the older man's face, smirking. They glanced over at Chase, who was still absorbed silently in his pleasure, his breaths becoming more and more shallow. House watched as Wilson sharply increased the vibrator's speed, and as Chase threw his head back, his back arching almost violently. The sound that came from Chase's mouth was pathetic in comparison; just a small, almost inaudible whimper, with a hint of fear that Wilson recognized but House didn't even hear.



"No... please... Dr. Wilson... too much..." Chase's hips were twisting in all directions, his eyes were squeezed shut, and his breath was coming in hard pants.



But Wilson didn't hear. He was wrapped up in kissing House again, this time working on House's fly and pants, ignoring Chase's protests as he undressed his lover.



Wilson lets his hand trail down to House's cock, stroking it idly through the fabric of his boxers. He watched Chase's writhing for a bit longer, then turned off the vibrations completely. Chase lowered his hips slowly, still panting as he tried to catch his breath. Wilson dropped the remote softly onto the bed, and turned toward Chase, brushing a few stray hairs away from his face. "You okay?” Chase nodded, blinking his eyes open to look at Wilson, who pulled Chase into a sitting position before placing a nearly-bruising kiss to the younger man’s lips, tugging at Chase’s lower lip with his teeth, almost fucking Chase’s mouth with his tongue. Chase clung fast to Wilson, desperate for contact.



Chase made no sound when Wilson pulled away, leading Chase to kneel beside the bed. Chase looked up to see House, who placed a hand on his shoulder. House’s hand was cold, at least in comparison to Chase’s flushed skin, and Chase shuddered in response. “Suck me off.”



Chase bowed his head obediently, sliding House’s boxers from his hips. Immediately his tongue was wetting House’s cock thoroughly, starting at the base and working its way up to the head. Chase knew he had taken too long when House's hand was there at the top of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bringing Chase's open mouth around his cock. Chase closed his eyes, not wanting to know at all what expression House held on his face, and set to work on the task at hand-- slurping, sucking, licking around House's prick, and soon Chase was half removed from reality, focused only on House's cock in his mouth, the way it came dangerously close to the back of his throat, and how badly he wished it were inside some other part of him... But Chase also realized there was something else there, filling him and turning him on even further. He continued sucking, eyes still closed, and hoped, prayed that Wilson would think it a good time to turn the damned thing on again.



House kept his hand on the back of Chase's head, stroking the soft hair occasionally, or otherwise just holding his head in place, reminding Chase that he could stop when House told him to. Chase couldn't help but let out a small whimper here and there; he was getting incredibly turned on despite the lack of stimulation. 'Oh, fuck, please, Dr. Wilson...' Chase begged silently, instinctively pushing his ass out just a bit further, as if to gain Wilson's attention.



When Wilson finally decided to give Chase what he wanted, the blond was so far gone that he completely forgot what he was doing; Chase moaned loudly, nearly gagging on House's cock still in his mouth, before losing his balance, toppling from his knees to a sitting position on his ass, still emitting faint, breathy moans. The vibrations were enough to feel that amazing, but Chase was becoming more and more aware that the feeling was not quite as satisfying anymore as it had started out. He needed more.



Setting the remote on the nightstand, Wilson walked toward House, sitting down next to him and rubbing a hand up and down the older man's back. House reciprocated with a kiss, pushing Wilson down so that he was under House, his hands trailing all over Wilson's body. Under normal circumstances they might have been inclined to take their time, but they both had intentions of showing off for Chase, who was watching them from the floor, chewing on his bottom lip; the vibrator's low speed was keeping him right on edge, and meanwhile all Chase could do was watch the couple have their fun while, as he was used to, wait for his turn.



Chase watched as House was ravaging Wilson's body-- biting gently on the oncologist's collarbone, sucking there until it turned bright purple-red, teasing Wilson's nipples with his tongue... while Wilson was squirming and groaning underneath him. Chase cried out in frustration, rocking backwards in an attempt to create more pressure from the toy, knowing already the rules about not touching himself.



Chase wanted to look away when House was began undoing Wilson's belt, then removing his pants... he wanted to look away, but he couldn't. Chase was completely mesmerized by the sight of House as he took Wilson's cock in his hand, gripping it and rubbing just slightly as he kissed the younger man ferociously. It was getting near-impossible for Chase to keep up with the whole, not-jerking-off thing, and he almost wished they would just hurry up already.



Things got particularly difficult when House reached for the lube, sitting right next to the remote...



...or anyhow, he reached for the lube, Chase noted, while pressing his ass desperately into the carpet to feel more, and House was sliding one, two fingers inside Wilson, Wilson's hands gripping House's shoulders, running up and down his arms...



When House replaced said fingers with his cock, then slowly began to move inside Wilson, Chase bit his lip so hard he could taste blood... and didn't let up. House continued to fuck Wilson, harder now, and Wilson was moaning and pushing himself onto House with equal force. They moved together perfectly, seamlessly. A partially-destroyed lip was the last thing on Chase's mind then. He was transfixed on House's movements-- in, out, the way that he let out a half-moan with every thrust; and Wilson's face, eyes tightly shut and his lips parted in rapture as he fisted his own cock in time with House's motions.



It wasn't very long before Wilson was rocking into every thrust, moaning loudly. Chase watched in breathless anticipation as Wilson reached his climax. It was too, too much for Chase, and his, "Oh, God, Dr. House..." almost drowned out Wilson's cries as he came. House groaned, thinking to himself that it was like having both of them at once, hearing them both moaning for him, and with a few hard, sharp thrusts into Wilson, House was gone, too, fully intending to make up for his lack of playtime with Chase.



House lay atop Wilson, panting, as Chase remained on the floor, his hand moving perilously close to his cock. Chase was spared the consequences of touching himself when House approached, holding the remote. Chase stared up at him apprehensively. "Dr. House," he whispered.



"Do you want to come now, Chase?"



Chase nodded, finding it hard to speak; his heart was threatening to beat right out of his chest; in fact, he could feel it rising into his throat.



"Get up."



Chase stood, walking on unsteady feet and sat himself down on the bed where House pointed. Immediately he was pulled into a kiss by Wilson. Chase's head was spinning with the sudden attention-- Dr. Wilson's tongue probing its way past his lips, licking around all the corners of his mouth... Dr. House's hand creeping up his thigh as Chase slumped backwards, leaning against Wilson's chest...



Chase nearly screamed as House moved the switch to full blast; he mumbled a string of unintelligible words into Wilson's mouth, trying to rut against House's hand, which was hovering over his throbbing cock. "Please, Dr. House," Chase tried to scream, but Wilson only kissed him harder, pressing his mouth against Chase's so that no sound could escape. Chase's strangled sobs were not so easily silenced, and the sharp sounds he made in the back of his throat reverberated throughout the room as House and Wilson silently went about their business.



Oh, God, oh fuck...



Wilson was crushing Chase with his body, his kiss the most intense Chase had ever experienced, sucking all the blood from the skin Chase had broken earlier, biting whenever he could... Chase could hardly breathe, what with Wilson's face pressed to his; he couldn't see beyond Wilson to what House was doing between his legs, even if he could stop his eyes from being squeezed shut from the sheer anticipation of it all... and he couldn't. It just wasn't fair, and now Chase was thrashing and begging silently in his own mind, having given up on trying to speak altogether.



It only took a few strokes from House to send Chase reeling, and Wilson let him go, Chase screaming and crying and thrusting into House's hand until he was through, and House stilled the vibrator. The blond lay completely limp afterwards, and Wilson could see tears in his heavy-lidded eyes.



Taking another look at Chase's face, flushed near-red; his open mouth looking thoroughly ravaged, a smear of blood across his lips; and his lashes just slightly wet as he was closing his eyes, Wilson remembered his conversation with House earlier in the day, before the exhausting bout of... everything.



"Adorable... doesn't even begin to describe it."



House smiled slightly. Wilson was right.