dr_robchase | Moonshine [Wilson, House]

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Moonshine [Wilson, House]

It didn't take long or much, but he eventually wound up with two of Jay's jugs of moonshine. He'd make it up to Jay later, he theorized to himself, after all, House asked and Chase really didn't take to refusing House's requests very often. He carried them on both thumbs, heading back down to the lab where he'd left Wilson and House last.

He made sure no one caught him along the way, that would have been bad enough, and lifted the bottles as he arrived. "Success," he announced, handing one to Wilson and one to House.

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Chase's head fell back slightly at the surged power of the kiss, trying his best to keep up with House. It felt...it felt just like he always thought, just like the first. Powerful and passionate, but empty, not meant for him.

Wilson moved against House, trying to create friction, his mouth trailing along House's jaw and neck. Licking and sucking and tasting where Chase had been.

Towards the end of that kiss, there was a moment...

House was actually surprised when he felt Wilson's lips on his neck, because for the briefest moment he'd actually forgotten he was there. He'd just been kissing Chase and it felt amazing and he was kissing Chase.

When he pulled away, he looked at Chase with a bit of a confused, embarrassed expression, as if he'd done something very, very wrong.

Chase was breathless by the end, panting and staring into House's eyes -- the same ones he praised -- and he arched one eyebrow, lips curving up into a smile. "Maybe you are good at everything."

"Oh, he is." Wilson lifted his head and flashed a smile at Chase. "He definitely is."

Wilson felt a subtle change in House's posture. nothing that alarmed him. He forgot about it as soon as he felt it, really.

"Who wants another drink?" He moved away from Hosue and refilled all three cups. He had no idea which one had been his before, and he didn't really care. He just grabbed one and drank.

When Wilson stepped away, House was suddenly even more aware that he was practically holding Chase, one hand tight around his waist, the other in his hair.

He cleared his throat, as afraid to move as not to. "Of course I'm good at everything. Besides, you ain't seen nothin' yet."

"Is that a promise?" Oh god, mouth still moving, words coming out, fuck, fuck. Chase blinked, turning to Wilson and dislodging one arm long enough to grab a cup and take the whole thing back for courage.

House wasn't letting go. Okay. Okay, deep breaths.

Wilson just gave Chase a look. A moment of eye contact. A nod.

Somehow, he felt like everything would work itself out if House would just let go and show Chase just how good he could be. He woulsn't be jealous, no. Even if it was just the two of them and he had to watch. He wouldn't mind watching.

He liked to watch. His wives never understood that.

Chase reached out for the last cup and held it out to House. "Do you want...?" he asked, his one hand still clasping House's hip.

House nodded and grabbed the cup, downing it quickly.

He was very drunk. He was also very horny. And Chase was very pretty. And where the hell did Wilson go?

Chase was still staring at House's face, right into his eyes. He moved his other hand to drop the cup to the floor, hearing the clatter, but stroking House's hair and cheek three times, then leaning in for another kiss, a hesitant one that slowly became something more.

The hand at House's hip shifted just up a bit, brushing skin.

Wilson sat down in the chair where House had been before he got up to molest Chase. He had the nearly empty bottle in his lap and his cup. Only thing missing was the popcorn, but he wouldn't complain.

He shifted slightly and let his hand work itself into his pants.

House turned his head slightly to look at Wilson. It was suddenly clear what he wanted.

What was going to happen.

House licked his suddenly dry lips and shifted his lower body just slightly so that his erection was brushing against Chase's thigh. This was such a fucking terrible idea, and he didn't care. His leg didn't even hurt.

Chase's breath hitched in his throat as he felt the erection and this was suddenly going deeper into fantasies he normally never even spoke of. He turned, glancing to the beds, then back to House. "Um..."

Wilson's fingers curled around his erection, and he shifted again, until his grip was comfortable against the pull of his slacks. He drank directly fro the bottle, and dragged his hand across his lips.

He was grinning. This was nice. He wasn't the least bit jealous. Watching the two of them didn't feel like the punishment the thought it would be, and thought he deserved. No. It was nice. Beautiful. They were beautiful together.

His hand moved, thumb gliding across the tip of his erection.

House pushed Wilson out of his mind. He had to. And he could, because if there was one thing alcohol did for him, it was made him completely incapable of concentrating on more than one thing at a time. That was probably why he could barely feel the dull ache in his leg at all. All he could think about at the moment was sex. Chase. Now.

He grabbed Chase's shirt again and pulled him over to the beds, which was thankfully a short distance because his cane had already clattered to the ground. He leaned back against the bed and hauled Chase against him, kissing him again and starting to yank at his shirt.

Chase went with the tug, knees straddling House's hips easily. He was surprisingly graceful when he wanted or needed to be and he eased up, straddling House as he yanked off his shirt and threw it to the floor, leaning down and kissing House again, his hair falling in his eyes.

If Wilson wasn't going to stop him, then he'd wait for House's order to stop.

"Fuck," House hissed, almost caught off guard by the level of his own arousal. It wasn't the same sort of turned on he got with Wilson - no, this was something totally different, something raw and alcohol-induced, but maybe just as good.

He ran his hands up and over Chase's shoulders, then moved his lips down to Chase's throat when the kiss ended.

Chase was breathing rapidly, inching lower and lower and breathing hard as he managed to get House's pants undone and shoved down a bit, pushing down his boxers just slightly. "Can I?" he asked permission.

House's mouth went dry again. "Yes," he breathed. "And don't - don't fucking ask me for permission like I'm your boss, it makes me feel like a dirty old man."

Chase bit back his words, that he tended to ask permission with everyone because he was never really sure, and instead, he pushed down House's boxers and parted his lips, wrapping them around the head of House's cock, taking him in deep once, then sliding back out shallow.

Wilson's hand increased its pace just slightly. He didn't want to move too fast, but watching that? Watching Chase's mouth slide down the length of House's cock...He felt a tingling work up his spine.

Maybe he should be jealous, but he just wasn't. He liked seeing House finding pleasure, and when he was the one giving it he was focused on giving and not watching his lover's reactions to his touch.

The look on House's face, in his eyes, that made it all worth it.

"God," House gasped, and all thoughts of how completely fucked up this was went flying out the window, replaced by incoherent thoughts of how good it felt. He reached down and tangled one hand in Chase's hair.

Hand in his hair, but no sharp pull to yank him off. That was a good sign. As he slid back down House's cock, he flattened his tongue and when he came back to the head, he flicked it there, circling and focusing on the most sensitive skin, his hands gripping House's hips.

"Oh God," Wilson murmured. Watching was almost better than being involved. Almost. If he imagined it was House's hand or Chase's hand in his pants, on his cock, he'd pull off that much quicker. His hips surged up into his hand. He tightened his grip and focused his eyes, watching.

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