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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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.

"Fucking hell, Chase..." House groaned.

He let it continue for a moment, his breathing becoming erratic... and then hesitated briefly before grabbing Chase under his arms and hauling him up. If they were going to do this, he'd do it right - and that didn't include coming after two minutes like a damned sixteen year old.

He turned them so that Chase was pressed back against the bed now, and kissed him again, sliding one hand down to cup his groin. It was nice to be able to be a little forceful during sex without hurting himself. See, this was why before James it had been so long since he'd had sex sober.

Chase lifted both arms above his head, so he wouldn't get in the way, after loosening his already undone jeans and pushing them and his boxers down. He kissed back, hips thrusting up into House's palm, shifting the kiss into something slightly more heated and rough.

Wilson wasn't going to be able to take much more of this. He shifted, his right hand working the front of his pants open, pushing the material down so his hand wasn't confined by the pants.

Suddenly Chase's cock was in his hand, and House was sucking lightly on his neck and feeling his own erection ache with need.

"What do you want?" he growled into Chase's ear.

"To make you feel good," the words felt automatic coming from his lips and he reached one hand down to stroke House's cock with one firm movement. He glanced to House's leg. "I could ride you?"

Wilson cocked a brow at that, and made a sound low in his throat.

House didn't really care for Chase's answer. "Don't - don't be so damned concerned about me. You want to know what will make me feel good? Having you squirming and moaning and begging me to fuck you harder. Okay? That will make me feel good."

He blinked and glanced in the direction of Wilson, as if just remembering he was there. "Make yourself useful, Jimmy, and find me some lube."

It took him a moment to realise Greg was talking to him. He blinked and pulled his hand away from his cock. He couldn't surpress a small whimper as he stood and hiked his pants back up to his waist.

"Uh...lube. We...ah, I have lotion." He stumbled to one of the cabinents, and fumbled around until he found what he was looking for. "Will this work?" He tutned back to look at them, and God. HIs heart started beating faster.

Chase shifted, onto his back as he kicked off his jeans. "Writhing and moaning and begging?" he echoed. "Right," he said, still panting slightly. "I think I can do that." He turned to meet Wilson's gaze and gave him a brief smile before locking eyes with House again.

"House," he pleaded. "Please, fuck me."

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