EDIT: Sorry if this showed up more than once in your inbox. FF is doing some weird shit lately and I had to fix what it messed up… For what ever reason, it won't let me put ----- to break up the story, so now I've put -...- to break it up. WTF, FF? D:
... It's very weird how the idea for this changed from something really serious to something light-hearted. I would have posted this last night (or at least earlier this morning) but a chain of events kept me from doing so. This is a somewhat rant, so you can just skip it if you want. First, I decided to watch "Treasure Planet" instead of writing. Then I went to a series of short plays and passed out as soon as I got home. This morning I slept through my alarm and was late to my final math exam.. Finally, I went to volunteer at the local high school with the ESOL kids. It was fun, but oh so exhausting... End of rant. Now go enjoy the story. And for the love of whatever god exists, read the warning!
WARNING: This contains non-graphic pre-slash/some slash of a threesome relationship.
The Buddy Collections
Chapter 49: Triad
The day had gone by normally for the head of oncology. Well, as normal as it could get for him.
He had awoken that morning to an apparently insatiably horny lover kissing his neck and rubbing at his crotch through his boxers. At first he had complained, trying to push the older man's hand away. His attempt proved futile, especially when House nibbled at a particularly sensitive bit of skin.
Once he made it to the hospital, he got through his morning appointments with relative ease. By noon, he had successfully finished a good chunk of paperwork and was more than happy to accompany House down to the cafeteria.
They had been sitting for a few minutes, eating and talking. Finally, House set his food down, frowning slightly.
Wilson looked up from his plate, "What?"
".. You're in a good mood."
"That's a bad thing?"
"No. It's more like.. the perfect opportunity for me to make a suggestion."
It was Wilson's turn to frown.
"Why do I have a bad feeling about this..?"
"Relax, it's not a big deal." House sat back in his booth seat and stared at Wilson, contemplating how to best approach the subject. After a long pause, he spoke.
"You remember that case I had a few weeks ago? The woman in an open relationship?" He didn't wait for Wilson to acknowledge before continuing, "Which brings me to my next question: What d'you think of Chase?"
Wilson stared at him in shocked silence. He could hardly find the strength to speak. "You.. want to date Chase.. while still dating me?"
He shrugged, "Well, you're half right."
"'Half'?"
"I was thinking that we could date him."
"I don't understand." Wilson's frown grew.
"C'mon, James. Even you have heard of threesome relationships."
"Yeah, but I've never contemplated being in one!" Wilson exclaimed, leaning forward. However, when he noticed that the people around them were starting to stare, he sat back, his voice quieting, "Are you tired of sleeping with me? Is that why you wanna invite Chase into the relationship?"
"Are you stupid?" he deadpanned, "I've seen the way you look at him, near and far."
The oncologist's eyes widened fractionally. "You wanna do this.. for me?"
The older doctor had the grace to look slightly embarrassed, ".. Maybe."
Wilson couldn't help but smile softly, reaching his leg out to rub against House's, "And because you're attracted to him as well?"
".. Don't be stupid."
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The three men were lounging around the condo's living room just after having dinner together. Casual jokes and laughter filled the air as the evening continued to pass comfortably.
The laughter soon died down, each man's thoughts turning to how the evening could possibly end.
"So. Who wants dessert?" House asked suddenly.
"Greg, we don't have anything for dessert."
"Well, it sounded better than asking 'Who wants to go into the bedroom and make wild, hot love to each other until day light?', don't you think?" House glanced from one man to the other, shrugging.
"You're both serious about this, then." Chase stated softly, glancing down at his drink as he took a sip.
"Duh. 'Hey, wanna come over to our place and eat dinner and have a fuck? Haha, just kidding!' is kinda a shitty joke."
The blonde's cheeks tinted the slightest hint of pink, "W-Well, the way you asked me didn't exactly help put my faith into the situation."
".. What'd he say?" Wilson asked reluctantly.
"'Hey, wanna come over to our place and eat dinner and have a fuck?'"
Wilson stared at House.
"Why'd I even bother asking..?"
"You just don't seem to learn, James."
"So.. this is a onetime thing then." Chase concluded, mostly talking to himself.
"Uh, not.. exactly." Chase shot a sharp look at Wilson, eliciting a rather noticeable blush from him. "I mean.. I don't want it to be, but.. it's up to you and Greg, too."
The diagnostician and the intensivist turned to stare at each other from across the room, apparently sizing up the other. House was the first to speak.
"There's no denying that you're hot..-ish. That intelligible accent could become a problem when I misunderstand your telling me 'no' when I try to go for a middle-of-the-night fuck, though."
Chase couldn't help but smile. That was the closest thing to admitting that he liked Chase that House would get.
"And I suppose I'll be able to look past the fact that you're old as hell." Chase shot back.
"Great, we're all on the same page then."
"Now it's time for 'dessert'." Wilson got to his feet.
"But I thought you said we didn't have-- Oh, I see what you did there!" The diagnostician grinned, standing as well.
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So.. yes, I've started shipping this almost as much as I ship HouseWilson.
