Chase was glad that he didn’t have to work the next weekend. Last weekend’s surprise had been pretty overwhelming to come home to, but House had intimated that there were more Christmas preparations to come, and he wanted to help with some of them. They started the morning in the usual lazy-Saturday way--with sex and breakfast in bed--but he was still in a post-orgasmic doze when House announced, “Okay, everybody up!” and started throwing clothes at them.
“What are we doing now?” he wondered out loud.
Wilson, tugging a shirt over his head, said, “Are we starting the--”
“Wilson!” House admonished him.
“--thing, already?” he finished weakly.
Continuity note: This story takes place after “Beginnings: The Threesome Prequel,” and off to the side of “I Have a Little Dreidel.”
A/N: This is the Christmas tree stand that House and Wilson are using. The technology has improved so much in the last ten or fifteen years that I thought some people might not be familiar with this type. (They are, as House and Wilson’s experience suggests, a bit rubbish.)
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“Planning a conversion?”
Wilson jumped as House loomed up behind him, almost dropping the box of hand-blown Christmas ornaments he was holding. “No,” he said defensively.
“You’re not getting those for the Pediatrics tree. Not at--” House glanced at the shelf “--twenty-nine ninety-nine for six ornaments.”
“I just thought they were nice.” He put the ornaments back on the shelf.
House, Wilson, and Chase celebrate Hanukkah. Rated R for smutty smut.
As usual, my information about all things Jewish comes from the University of Google--except the part about latkes. I do know how to make latkes. As for the rest, in particular the Story of Hanukkah, I think it's reasonably accurate, but of course vastly oversimplified. The light-up musical dreidel exists, and I'm fairly sure these rules for strip dreidel would actually work, if anyone wants to try it.
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“You know, eight mismatched candles in front of the stereo isn’t exactly the same thing as a menorah,” Wilson remarked, attempting to light the fourth candle with the headless Santa candle that was standing in the for the shamash.
“Isn’t making do with what you have, shutting up, and being grateful what Hanukkah is all about?” House asked.
Wilson blinked. “Well, sort of.” He managed to light the fifth, and for today, last, candle. Santa was now melted down to his belt buckle--he probably wouldn’t last three more nights. “But the Maccabees had divine help making do with what they had.”
“I was totally joking,” House informed him.
Timeline note: This takes place between "Boys Night In" (the one where Chase and Wilson play fetch) and "Six Months and Counting." Not that it particularly matters.
“Robbie.”
Chase hunched his shoulders and looked anxiously up at him. “House?”
“I hope for your sake that you have an extremely compelling explanation for this.” He assumed, correctly, that there was no need to explain what “this” was.
“I was gonna do them later,” Chase said sheepishly. “But I lost track of time.”
In other words, no, he didn’t have a compelling explanation. “Go do them now.”
Title: "Sold Out"
Pairing: House/Chase
Rating: NC-17 or hard R
Prompt 78 for
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get_house_laid: "Chase will do anything to keep his job. Anything. Preferably BDSM, but definitely under-the-desk!sex. Either during Foreman's reign of terror, or in the Tritter arc, please." Approx. 1000 words; one shot.Warning: I cheated!
“You sold me out.”
Chase is gathering up his belongings, ready to go home for the day, when he hears the words from House’s darkened office. It happens that he didn’t--this time--but he knows saying that won’t help him. He swallows hard. He stands in the doorway, gripping the doorframe with one hand on each side. He knows he‘ll be silhouetted by the light from behind him; House, with any luck, will be able to see his posture, but not his expression. “What are you going to do about it?”
“I think the question is, what are you going to do about it?”
Chase licks his lips nervously. He can’t lose this job; he just can’t. Not now. “Anything.”
The thrilling conclusion of the Threesome six-month anniversary story. Chase finally gets to penetrate something!
“What are we going to do today?” Wilson asks, yawning and stretching languorously. It’s Sunday morning, and they’re all still in bed. Well, Chase is back in bed--House sent him on an expedition to the rest of the apartment for food.
“Don’t know yet,” House says, gesturing for Chase to feed him another strawberry. “Do you have anything you need to get done?” He and Wilson are sitting up against the pillows, and Chase is sitting between their legs, facing them. He moves forward onto his knees to pop the berry in House’s mouth.
“I’ve got some dry-cleaning that should be ready to pick up, but we could do that Monday,” Wilson answers.
Another smutty threesome story! Poeia reminded me that Chase was supposed to get to penetrate something after his six-month aniversary with them. This story was supposed to be about that....but the boys had other plans. So that will be in part two. In the meantime, enjoy...this. House, Wilson, and especially Chase try out a new kink.
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“So,” House says. It’s Sunday morning and they’re lingering over breakfast. “Do you know what Tuesday is?”
Chase tries to think of any possible significance Tuesday might have. It’s not a holiday, or anyone’s birthday, as far as he knows. “The twenty-second?” he hazards.
“On Tuesday,” House explains, “You’ll have been with us six months.” Chase is just thinking that it’s not like House to remember anniversaries when he adds, “So we’ll have to do your repeat HIV and STD tests.”
Oh. Right. Chase nods. “Okay.”
NC-17, explicit male/male sex, fairly high on the kink-o-meter, brief (very brief) references to original-character het.
Summary: House is away from home for the evening, and leaves Wilson in charge of Chase. How will the boys amuse themselves without him?
Note: Apologies if you got this on your friends page more than once--I had some formatting issues and had to redo it a couple of times.
Note2: ARGHHH. If the formatting is still lousy, that means this attempt to fix it failed, and I gave up and went to bed.
Note3: Formatting issue is apparently unfixable. What's happening is that I put it in the create (or edit) entry window, using Rich Text, and it looks fine...but then when I save the entry, it shows up in all italics, with the second line ("I'll, not we'll, Chase notices,") moved down to the end of the story. I can put the line back where it's supposed to be, but I can't get the italics to go away. I took the whole entry down (last night) and re-posted it....I went back into the word processor file and re-typed the section that seems to be causing the problem, in case I did something weird and invisible while I was typing that messed it up....You're just going to have to read it in italics. Maybe I'll go in later and try to de-italicize the words that were supposed to be in italics for emphasis. If you have a visual impairment that prevents you from reading the italics, let me know and I'll send you the Word file.
Note4: It apepars that going in and de-italicizing manually works...although I could'vesworn I tried that last night.
Note5: I'll just shut up and let you read the p0rn now. Have a change of underwear handy.
So this is it! What happened in the car was sexy sex sex, and I've told you all about it! Recall that "Incomplete threesome ficlet" is the one where they go visit House's parents, John decides to teach House a lesson about putting things back where you got them, and Chase figures out he's probably got Alzheimers. Before that, though, Blythe asks the boys to run to the store for vanilla ice cream...and they stop on the way for some not-quite-vanilla sex. Also some sexy post-sex tenderness. NC-17, House's POV.
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Wilson, the prat, has just asked his mother if there’s anything they can do to help. House would punch him in the stomach, but Mom says, “Actually, I’d love to have some vanilla ice-cream to go with the strawberries I got at the farm stand this morning. Would you mind running to the grocery store?”
The errand will at least get them out of the house. Away from his father. Someplace with…privacy. “Sure. Do you need the boys? If not, I’ll take them with me.”
“That’s fine. Dinner will be about an hour.”
Deelaundry asked for "In the Threesome universe, they meet another threesome and have dinner or a barbecue or something. Something that two couples would do, only it's two threesomes."
I couldn't quite make that work, but decided to try something where they go to a BDSM social event...only I chickened out and made it just a regular party of BDSM folks, not a play party...and I'm not very happy with the story. It's not finished, and I can't really think of an ending for it....I'm posting it because there are a couple of parts of the beginning that I think are sort of OK. Don't expect much.
Next I'm going to try the "Wilson gives House his annual physical" one. Yes, including prostate exam. That will be a standalone, not linked to any of my other stories. Look for it tomorrow-ish.
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“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Wilson opens and closes the glove compartment several times, then pulls out the sheaf of old registration and insurance slips, and starts arranging them by date. “You know there’s going to be people there, right? You hate people.” It’s cutting it a bit close, but it’s possible House can still be talked out of this.
“These are our people,” House says with relish. “People like us.”
“You do realize that people in…unconventional relationships…can be just as stupid and annoying as straight people, right?”
“Now, Jimmy, we won’t make any new friends if you go in with that attitude,” House scolds him.
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More Author's Notes:
Blythe’s reflection on the “man she once gave birth to” was in part inspired by an article in the online magazine Salon, by the mother of an adult autistic son. The general concept and some of the language is borrowed from there.
“Interstial vascular rarefaction,” whatever that is, is the subject of an article in the current issue of the Journal of the American Association of Nephrology. I didn’t look at it, and have no idea whether the guy who wrote it is much of a prose stylist or not. The journal also has a feature called “Disease of the month,” which tickles me.
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She finds him sitting at the kitchen table when she comes downstairs for a drink of water--this man she once gave birth to, a strange, unasked-for miracle. Her life would have been easier--his would have, too--if she’d had an ordinary child. When he’d first stared up at her from the hospital bassinette, with blue eyes the maternity nurses had assured her would fade--they hadn’t--she’d had a fleeting, whimsical conviction that he must be a changeling, to look so wise.
Here's a bit more of this, guys. The third (and final) part should go up tomorrow. I'm going to keep this short, rather than begin another epic saga, but some of the issues raised here will be addressed in future threesome-verse stories.
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The meal grinds to its inevitable conclusion. House hasn’t managed to eat much--even though Mom went to the trouble of making only things he likes, nothing he’s ever spent a night staring at a full plate of. Wilson and Chase didn’t eat much, either.
“Maybe we’ll have dessert later,” Mom says tactfully, as she begins to clear the table.
“Yeah. Good idea,” House says. He’s not sure he can sit here any longer without spontaneously combusting, or committing patricide, or something.
( Read more... )Dear Beloved F'list: Maybe you noticed I was missing from the interwebs yesterday? Well, maybe not. My laptop crapped out--it's now at Circuit City being repaired; fortunately, I got the super-deluxe-extended warranty with it. It's supposed to cover everything, including drop or spill damage (I asked when I got it if it would cover accidentally running over it with my car, and they said yes), so I should get it back eventually.
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conunduh Stumped the Writer, and for her (?) prize requested "a Threesome-universe drabble in which Chase isn't wearing a shirt - not necessarily smutty, I just want Chase shirtless." This is probably not quite what you had in mind, but Chase is shirtless.
You too could be a winner of a drabble of your choice! You have to play to win.
Title: Beginnings: The Threesome Prequel 10/10
Rating: NC-17 for The Sex
Summary: In this chapter, the boys go to a holiday dinner at Ma and Pa Wilson's
Author's Notes: Thanks to Poeia for lighting a fire under my tuchas and getting me to wrap up this story. I do have another episode in the Threeseome-Verse halfway written, but I'm not sure where it belongs in the chronology of the series--it might be after The Threesome Story, or else in betwee the two sagas. And it's smutty. Look for it later in the month.
Finally, I got my information on what goes on at a Seder from a site called--I shit you not-- www.jewfaq.org. If I've made any major and /or offensive blunders please let me know and/or accept my deepest apologies. If I've made any minor and/or inoffensive blunders, please assume that the Wilson family's tradition deviates from the norm in the relevant respect.
“Global warming my ass,” House says.
Wilson pauses at a stoplight and glances over at him. “Global climate change could cause all kinds of freak weather, not just elevated temperatures. This is entirely accounted for by the theoretical models.” He gestures toward the window at this, a freak snowstorm in early April.
“Then they should call it something else.”
“It wasn’t snowing up at my parents’ house when I called. We should be fine.” Wilson tries to change the subject.
Wilson has trouble concentrating during the nurses’ meet-and-discuss. It’s rather important—the nurses’ union’s current contract is up in two months, and he’s here as a representative of the Board, to hear their concerns prior to the beginning of formal negotiations.
Brenda is explaining a change they’d like to see in the process for call-offs—essentially, they’d like to find a way for the hospital to allow them to call off closer to the beginning of the shift, but at the same time give on-call nurses more notice when they have to come in to work—but he’s thinking more about the conversation he’s going to have to have with his mother that night.
House/Wilson/Chase
In this part: Chase gets a cold. House and Wilson take care of him, in their own ways.
**Several more weeks later**
When Chase sneezes for the third time, Velda looks up at him. “You’d better not be planning on going into the Unit,” she says.
“I’m not sick. I’m just—a-choo!” He sneezes again, and fumbles in his pocket for a tissue.
She comes around the nurse’s station desk and feels his forehead. “You’re not sick. Mm-hmmm.”
“Okay, maybe I am,” he admits with a sigh. It’s come up on him very suddenly—a sneezing fit, a chill, and a feeling of bone-deep tiredness.
“Stay away from my nurses,” Velda tells him. “Suzanne and Letisha are already out sick. And drink some orange juice.”
Beginnings: The Threesome Prequel
House/Wilson/Chase
Rating: NC-17
Warning: In this part: Bondage. Sort of.
Summary: Chase develops a relationship with House and Wilson while adjusting to a new job in PPTH's NICU.
In this part: Chase gets punished.
While Wilson’s busy installing Chase at the desk with notepaper and pens, House slips into the kitchen for a beer. Coming up with a punishment for Chase is going to take some thinking. The obvious answer, taking away his pocket money for a couple of weeks, doesn’t stand up to close examination—it was never about the money, and he still needs to eat lunch. Plus the whole point of punishing him is so that he put a period on the whole hideous experience, so a punishment that will last weeks would defeat the purpose.
House/Wilson/Chase
Summary: Chase develops a relationship with House and Wilson, while adjusting to a new job in PPTH's NICU.
In this part: Chase is a bad puppy.
(A few weeks later)
Chase loves almost everything about his new life with House and Wilson, he really does. It’s just that sometimes they treat him like a four-year-old, and everyone once in a while he gets tired of it.
Like now, for instance. Wilson’s holding up two shirts and asking, “Which one do you want to wear today?”
Beginnings: The Threesome Prequel 7/?
House/WIlson/Chase
Rating: NC-17; explicit sex
In this part: Chase has a trying first day back at work. At home, the guys do what they can to help him feel better.
Chase chews anxiously at his thumbnail as Wilson ties his tie.
“Stop that,” Wilson says, batting his hand away from his mouth.
“I’m nervous,” he says.
