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Even after a couple of days, House was still exhausted from the three days of insane dino maul doctoring; he suspected Chase felt the same way. Since Chase wasn't keen on climbing stairs with his injured ankle, House had told him he could sleep in his room as much as he wanted. He knew Jack wouldn't mind too much; it wasn't as if he'd be hurting for company.

Not that House and Chase were doing anything but sleeping - they were both out practically as soon as they hit the bed. House was on his back, shirtless and in a pair of fraying pajama pants, and Chase, in boxers and a t-shirt, was lying against the crook of his arm. It was more comfortable than intimate, and House for one was sound asleep.

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Jack had had more than enough of not sleeping with Greg. He'd been in his room Sunday night, and then too busy for much else, and last night he had fallen asleep so deep and hard that he didn't even dream. It was bliss.

Tonight he knew Chase was in bed with him, but that didn't stop him for a second. He came in and shut the door, stripping down to nothing and slipped into bed with them both, trying to be quiet.

Chase felt the bed dip mildly and being the light sleeper that he was, roused from his dream easily, opening his eyes and trying to let his gaze adjust to the light. He could vaguely make out the presence of someone else and he let out the softest of exhalations. "Sorry," he mumbled. "I'll go." He was working on autopilot, like he was still dreaming of being on-call, his pager buzzing loudly.

"Shhh, go back to sleep, Rob," Jack whispered, reaching across House to press him back to the pillow. "Don't go. Sleep."

Chase frowned, waking up a little more. "Jack?" he exhaled, trying to get his eyes to adjust in the darkness. "Jack, what's going on? What...'s wrong?"

"Nothing. I was just..." he started, fingers stroking softly against Rob's arm. "Lonely, I guess. Sleep?"

Chase was exhausted, still unable to really sleep without being woken up by rolling onto his bad wrist or kicking himself alert. He closed his eyes again and curled up on his side. "M'good. Y'should wake Greg up," he mumbled tiredly, half in dreams again. "He should know about the mustard."

"Sure, gorgeous. I will," he said, unable to heep from laughing softly as he kissed his fingers and touched them to Rob's cheek before whispering 'goodnight' in House's ear.

House didn't wake up then, but at some point during the night he could swear he dreamed he was having sex with two women. It was a really, really good dream.

When he groggily started to blink awake at the first signs of daylight peeking in through the windows, he stirred and found that Jack had an arm wrapped around him. "Good morning, baby," he murmured.

Geez, he was getting old. Couldn't even remember who he'd gone to bed with the night before.

Jack smiled, but kept his eyes closed, his hand running down a familiar hip, then back up over the soft, sensitive skin over hipbones.

Too bad he wasn't awake enough to realize that although he was kissing Greg, he was fondling Rob.

Someone was touching him and god, Chase liked waking up like this. He smiled lazily, shifting a little, turning into the warmth on the bed and letting out a mumbling of a quiet moan, the softest little 'yes' exhaled.

Oh. Oh.

House smiled into the kiss. He was still dreaming.

He slid a hand down Jack's chest and kissed him deeper... and then actually started to wake up.

Jack moaned softly, inching closer and reaching more. Kneading his fingers into the muscle then up Rob's back, his tongue skimmed lightly along Greg's lips. "Need you...both," he whispered.

Chase slowly woke up to that, and his eyes widened (his lower areas a little more aroused than surprised) and he swallowed hard. "Uh..." he stammered.

House blinked, pulling away slightly from Jack... which just accomplished backing him up against Chase's erection.

"Jack, what...?"

He just smiled. "You two sleep so hard. Good morning."

Chase rubbed at his eyes and flopped onto his stomach, pushing his hips hard against the bed. "M'not done my sleeping either," he said stubbornly, because he could be a deliberately obtuse idiot sometimes.

House felt a bit like a deer caught in headlights. He looked at Jack, his mouth slightly open, trying to figure out what to do next. He should be... you know, going back to sleep. Or telling Jack to please get out. But that was kind of hard when he'd been dreaming about this.

"You really want to go back to sleep, Rob?" he purred, raising up and bracing himself on his elbow so he could see him better. "I told you last month and you seemed okay with it."

His hand didn't stop moving over his back, his ass, his thighs...and between. Jack's erection pressed insistantly against Greg's thigh and it was impossible to assume he had anything else on his mind.

Like any other morning, actually.

Chase really woke up at that and his breath caught in his throat as he narrowed his eyes curiously, peering down at himself -- feeling an invalid -- and looked at House and Jack, eyes simmering as he tried to hide it. "Not really," he said, honestly.

"Oh dear god," House groaned, letting his eyes drop closed for a moment. Was he really supposed to say no to this? He was human.

"Just don't..." He turned his head and pressed his lips to Jack's neck. "Don't forget about me."

Jack looked at him for a moment, his lips slick as he licked them, then licked again. He rose a little more and rolled over House, one knee between his legs as he leaned down to kiss Rob softly.

"You think it's possible to forget him, gorgeous?" he whispered against Rob's ear.

That name when it wasn't coming from his own lips almost sounded foreign and he leaned up to kiss Jack, head craning off of the bed. "Impossible," he said, reaching a hand to the side to toy with the waist of House's pants.

House sighed, and ran a hand down Jack's hip, sliding inward, coming to rest on his cock. "It's hard to be jealous when the two of you look so gorgeous together." He rolled his hips a little, straining towards Chase's hand.

Jack didn't reply. He was too busy kissing Rob and pushing his shirt up while tugging his boxers down. He did groan low, thrusting into Greg's hand while raking his teeth across Rob's bare skin. "Rob," he whispered, "I want you."

Chase honestly still thought he was dreaming, gasping in long and heavy breaths as he writhed on the bed best as he could. "M'right here," he pointed out, eyes dim and yet, thick with lust.

And there it was, the sharp twinge of jealousy. This is why House had never wanted to do this with Wilson - he'd been convinced that he and Chase would figure out they could be having better sex with each other than with him.

He tensed a little at Jack's words, but then he wet his lips, telling himself he was being stupid, trying to concentrate on how hot Chase looked like that.

"Yeah, you are," he smiled, taking his boxers off carefully. The last thing any of them wanted was any more injuries.

Jack dropped them off the bed and slid back up between them. Hands on each, he nudged Greg's chin up and ran his tongue lightly up his neck to his ear.

"We need you," he whispered before sucking on his earlobe, his hands busy skimming over what bare skin was availible.

Chase watched his boxers and pried off his t-shirt with his good hand, letting out a low and heavy laugh. "Jack's got a thing for cripples," he murmured, shifting to press a kiss to House's shoulder, smirking against the warm skin. "You've corrupted him."

"He does," House agreed. "But you'll be healed soon and he'll still be hot for me." He turned his attention from Jack and caught Chase's mouth in a heated kiss, pulling his lower lip lightly between his teeth, groaning into it.

Jack devoted his attention to Greg's ear and neck. Maybe only half his attention. The rest of him pressed against Rob and his fingers curled around his cock and began to stroke. Slow and deliberate, his tongue moved in tandem with the motion of his hand and the gentle rocking of his hips.

House pulled away from the kiss and swallowed hard. "I think he wants to fuck you," he murmured to Chase, biting back that sting again.

Chase's throat was dry and his breath hitched at the sound of that, at the mere image of it and oh god...he was definitely hard now. "If he wants to, he should just ask," he exhaled, panting each word.

Jack smiled against Greg's skin, pulling away as he chuckled softly. "And what if I'd rather watch him fuck you, Rob?" he asked, fingers undulating as he pulled slow and steady to keep him from getting close. He was just keeping him hard, now. Maybe teasing a little.

"Do you?" House pushed down his own pajama pants, sucking in a breath when his hand brushed against his erection. Then a smile touched his lips and he dragged his tongue against that spot behind Chase's ear and said, "Rob just loves my cock."

Chase rolled his eyes mildly, closing his eyes and straining to just think when House did that. "Someone," he gasped, "better fuck me at some point soon."

Jack didn't bother to answer. He laid another kiss on House's bare skin, then twisted around to hold Rob's cock still as he licked slowly, teasing the smooth, wet surface and flicking firmly over nerves and blood vessels.

House swallowed hard and reached around to wrap his fingers around Jack's cock. "You going to get him ready for me, baby?"

Chase tried to keep serious, but all that came to mind was an image and he couldn't shake it and he pressed his face into the pillow, a snort of laughter turning into a fit and he tried to conceal it, but god, it was hard. "God," he gasped, turning to look at House. "If...if Cameron could see you now," was all he said, the laughter making it hard to breathe.

Jack closed his lips around Chase, plunging forward and drawing back, just once before taking his thighs and spreading them gently so he could work his tongue lower. Back over skin that moved of its own accord and still farther to the sensitive entrance, he groaned at House's grip, dying to watch Chase's body open for Greg.

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