Jun. 22nd, 2006 08:38 pm
Title: Tie Me Up
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lovely_ambitionTitle: Tie Me Up
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Chase
Prompt: Too Much
Word Count: 568
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Contains some components of D/s and tying-kink.
"So?" House asks, a tie in his hands, watching Chase carefully. "I hope you've put some thought into this. What'll it be? Banana? Crocodile? Vegemite?" He reveals that the one tie is actually two and Chase eyes them warily from the bed - already down to his boxers.
"House," he protests.
"Nope, you shout that one way too often. Pick again." House tugs the ties taut, shifting until he's leaning onto the bed and grasping Chase's wrist with his longer fingers. Chase's pulse is already rapid, House notes, and his hair falls into his eyes as he catches House's gaze.
"I picked 'stop'."
House rolls his eyes. Of course he would pick the simplest, most pedestrian of all safe words. Maybe he really had been truthful about never having done this BDSM stuff. He loops the first tie around Chase's wrist, knotting it up properly to the headboard. He doesn't intend to actually screw Chase like this. His leg would never forgive him. Torture, though, is an entirely different topic. He ties Chase's other hand up, probably a little tighter than need be. House sits back, admiring his handiwork and getting out Tie #3.
The blindfold.
Chase eyes that one with trepidation, looking like he's getting very, very nervous suddenly. House guesses that now that he'll be out of sight, Chase is beginning to have issues.
"Do I really need…"
"Remember your word," House cuts him off, knotting the blindfold and making sure it covers Chase's eyes properly. "And be glad I didn't gag you." He sinks lower and lower, pushing Chase's boxers off and just sitting there beside him on the bed, just biding his time. Too soon rewards Chase and too long makes it boring.
So, a few minutes later, House finally arranges himself comfortable on the bed, wrapping finger by finger around Chase's cock slowly; very, very slowly. Chase lets out a long moan of protest, lips looking very pretty as he lets out that cry.
House strokes in sloth-slow movements, watching every last reaction with intense scrutiny. And then he stops stroking all together.
Chase lets out a very loud cry of protest at that; though, it sounds like he's trying to choke it back. House just watches, careful not to touch Chase and give him gratification. Chase starts protesting verbally, but not once does he say the Magic Word and that makes it good enough for House to prolong the torture.
He almost touches him and then eases away. He does touch him, but it's a feathery light tease. Chase's erection is beginning to look painful and House would sympathize, except Chase isn't using the special word.
"Okay!" Chase gasps, finally. "Okay, stop!"
House checks his watch. "Three minutes and seventeen seconds. You beat your old record." Now that he's given in, House reaches up to untie the blindfold to let Chase watch the festivities as House hesitates no longer and brings Chase off to a swift climax, accompanied by one of the nicest little moans of his name that he's ever heard.
House cleans up his hand on a towel and unties Chase from the headboard of the bed, surveying him carefully. "Well?"
"Thanks," Chase mumbles, rubbing at his wrists. "Tuesday?"
"If I'm free," House warns, watching as Chase lets himself out of the room and House returns Wilson's ties to his drawer, waiting for the next time they'll see daylight.
THE END
Fandom: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Chase
Prompt: Too Much
Word Count: 568
Rating: R
Author's Notes: Contains some components of D/s and tying-kink.
"So?" House asks, a tie in his hands, watching Chase carefully. "I hope you've put some thought into this. What'll it be? Banana? Crocodile? Vegemite?" He reveals that the one tie is actually two and Chase eyes them warily from the bed - already down to his boxers.
"House," he protests.
"Nope, you shout that one way too often. Pick again." House tugs the ties taut, shifting until he's leaning onto the bed and grasping Chase's wrist with his longer fingers. Chase's pulse is already rapid, House notes, and his hair falls into his eyes as he catches House's gaze.
"I picked 'stop'."
House rolls his eyes. Of course he would pick the simplest, most pedestrian of all safe words. Maybe he really had been truthful about never having done this BDSM stuff. He loops the first tie around Chase's wrist, knotting it up properly to the headboard. He doesn't intend to actually screw Chase like this. His leg would never forgive him. Torture, though, is an entirely different topic. He ties Chase's other hand up, probably a little tighter than need be. House sits back, admiring his handiwork and getting out Tie #3.
The blindfold.
Chase eyes that one with trepidation, looking like he's getting very, very nervous suddenly. House guesses that now that he'll be out of sight, Chase is beginning to have issues.
"Do I really need…"
"Remember your word," House cuts him off, knotting the blindfold and making sure it covers Chase's eyes properly. "And be glad I didn't gag you." He sinks lower and lower, pushing Chase's boxers off and just sitting there beside him on the bed, just biding his time. Too soon rewards Chase and too long makes it boring.
So, a few minutes later, House finally arranges himself comfortable on the bed, wrapping finger by finger around Chase's cock slowly; very, very slowly. Chase lets out a long moan of protest, lips looking very pretty as he lets out that cry.
House strokes in sloth-slow movements, watching every last reaction with intense scrutiny. And then he stops stroking all together.
Chase lets out a very loud cry of protest at that; though, it sounds like he's trying to choke it back. House just watches, careful not to touch Chase and give him gratification. Chase starts protesting verbally, but not once does he say the Magic Word and that makes it good enough for House to prolong the torture.
He almost touches him and then eases away. He does touch him, but it's a feathery light tease. Chase's erection is beginning to look painful and House would sympathize, except Chase isn't using the special word.
"Okay!" Chase gasps, finally. "Okay, stop!"
House checks his watch. "Three minutes and seventeen seconds. You beat your old record." Now that he's given in, House reaches up to untie the blindfold to let Chase watch the festivities as House hesitates no longer and brings Chase off to a swift climax, accompanied by one of the nicest little moans of his name that he's ever heard.
House cleans up his hand on a towel and unties Chase from the headboard of the bed, surveying him carefully. "Well?"
"Thanks," Chase mumbles, rubbing at his wrists. "Tuesday?"
"If I'm free," House warns, watching as Chase lets himself out of the room and House returns Wilson's ties to his drawer, waiting for the next time they'll see daylight.
THE END
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