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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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."

House licked his lips awkwardly. "Right. I think when we're naked you can call me Greg." House climbed up so that he was kneeling over Chase, all of his weight on his good leg, and licked his lips again, still a bit overwhelmed.

He looked back over to Wilson and held out his hand. "Lotion is fine," he said softly, letting his eyes linger for a moment, almost as if he wanted Wilson to say something, but his gaze darted away and back to Chase before he had a chance, and House made quick work of slicking up a finger and carefully sliding it inside Chase.

Wilson took a step back, but didn't go back to the chair. No. He wanted to stay close. He wanted to be near them. He wanted to see and hear everything. Every little gasp and whimper and moan.

Chase's hips lifted straight off the bed, thighs parted and at a slightly awkward angle so House could push his finger in. "Greg," he tried it out, slow the first time. "Greg, please," easier then. "I can hardly wait." His mind was fuzzy and pleasantly warm, swirling around.

House could hardly think. He could hear Chase's voice, but it was nearly drowned out by the sound of his own heavy breathing. A moment after adding another finger, he reached up and braced one hand on the wall behind the bed, transferring most of his weight.

He managed to position himself awkwardly, and then gasped, "Put your... legs up if you can." His cock nudged at Chase's entrance, and he felt like he was about to explode.

The only brief thought he had about his leg was that it was probably going to hurt like hell tomorrow.

His left hand snaked back down into his pants, fingers wrapped around his own cock. He braced his right hand on the wall, stretched a little scross the end of the bed.

Chase lifted his legs, shifting and using his flexibility to drape them over House's shoulders, aiding the angle. He was barely breathing now, gasping and his eyes had fallen shut.

"Please," the cry came out ragged and guttural.

That was really all the encouragement House needed. In one clean movement, he thrust forward into Chase, his eyes widening and a half-gasp half-moan escaped his lips. After a moment of shock at how good it felt, he started to thrust, carefully leaning on the wall in front and on the ball of the foot of his good leg jutted out behind him.

Wilson shifted a little on his feet. He could easily let himself go right away. All the visual stimulation, and his cock was so hard and so sensitive at the moment. It wouldn't take much.

Chase rocked and thrust back against every one of House's thrust, moaning desperately, like he couldn't contain it. He raised one hand to cup House's face to kiss him, the other lowering to stroke himself.

"Fuck, Ch - Rob..." House gasped, and started thrusting a little faster, shifting his weight. He knew he was close, wasn't sure how long he could last. The kiss became almost violent, and he tugged Chase's lower lip between his teeth. After another moment, he shoved his free hand between them and replaced Chase's hand with his own to begin pulling off the other man.

Chase's breaths were ragged, but he felt like he could barely hear them. It was like he was floating above his body, watching everything. How many drinks did I have? his conscious mind wondered and he pushed back, never faltering.

"Greg," he murmured softly, climaxing with a loud, broken cry.

House gasped loudly and thrust one, two, three more times before the gasp segued into a groan and he came, his lips crushed against Chase's.

He then immediately collapsed onto the bed beside Chase, breathing heavily.

Chase stared up at the ceiling, his whole body shaking with each breath that he took. "God," he mumbled in a low voice. "Okay, well, wow."

At the end of the bed, Wilson was lost in his own orgasm, riding the waves of it a moment before he dropped onto the matress with a deep sigh. "Wow," he echoed Cahse's final word.

Moonshine [Wilson, House]

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