[FIC] i'll love you forever or find something better
i’ll love you forever or find something better
otempora01, rated R for Chuck.
Gossip Girl [TV Series], Chuck/Nate, m/m.
Chuck was a dangerous guy, but he was even more so when he was bored.
Complete, 1,638 words.
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i know she hopes i'll choke on this last drink
drop dead before my influence gets to her head...
she said, "i'll love you forever or find something better
it's all just the same as when we sleep together
we'll wake up with headaches and trouble remembering what went wrong."
The Party Scene by All Time Low
*
Nate Archibald was amazing in bed, not that his girlfriend knew that. As a matter of fact, only two people did: Serena van der Woodsen and, more recently, Chuck Bass.
Chuck easily resented Serena for getting there first. Sometimes, when he mixed his pot with coke and one bottle of wine too many, he found himself admiring Nate’s understated good looks. It was excellent breeding-they all had excellent breeding-but Nate was the only one who didn’t seem to care. He didn’t flaunt it; he didn’t use it to get what he wanted; hell, Chuck suspected that Nate would be happy in a t-shirt and jeans if he didn’t think whoever invented cashmere and silk boxers should be named a saint.
Chuck didn’t understand him one bit so, yes, maybe he watched Nate sometimes. Maybe even while he was sober (rarely while he was sober), because Nate had everything going for him and was insane enough to want less. Chuck, on the other hand, had everything and constantly had to come up with new ways to entertain himself.
That was probably how they ended up in bed. Chuck was a dangerous guy, but he was even more so when he was bored. When he was bored, he usually fell back on two things: fixations or whatever saucy young thing was in the immediate area. Nate was lucky enough to fit both.
Which was why Nate exited the shower-towel tied around his waist and water dripping down his chest-to see Chuck setting up shots on the coffee table.
One golden eyebrow went up. “Am I the only one of us who distinctly remembers banning you from inviting Kati and Isabel over to do body shots on my coffee table?”
“No, I vaguely remember that conversation,” Chuck said with the slow smirk he was so famous for. Most people knew to fear it-or, in some cases, get aroused by it-but after twelve years of camaraderie, Nate just rolled his eyes and prepared to make himself scarce for the afternoon. Chuck held up a hand. “Just a moment, Nathaniel.”
Nate sighed. “Chuck, I’m naked.”
Chuck made a point of looking Nate over thoroughly, from toe to head, with a smoldering look in his eyes. He hadn’t lied when he’d said that he could make a girl cum just by looking at her.
“Believe me, I noticed,” he said, grabbing a shot glass. “Come here.”
“I have a girlfriend,” Nate protested and Chuck was almost surprised before he realized that that was Nate’s trusty excuse for whenever Chuck tried to coerce him into any illicit activities involving him and another girl. Or him and another girl and Chuck.
Nate still thought Kati and Isabel were coming over, which was much less surprising. Chuck could hatch a dozen plans in the time it took Nate to figure out one of them.
“And I’m so happy for you,” Chuck drawled lazily, tugging off his Versace shirt. “Now come here.”
He felt Nate’s gaze on him for a long moment, trying to figure out what he was up to, but, ultimately, Nate trusted him. Nate was the only one who trusted him.
Chuck waited until Nate was sitting uncertainly next to him before swirling the liquid in the shot glass pensively and stating, “Kati and Isabel aren’t coming over.”
“Okay… so, who is?”
“I haven’t called anyone. Are you expecting company?”
Nate frowned. “I’ll admit it. I’m completely lost here.”
Chuck decided he’d suffered long enough. He shoved Nate over sideways until his back hit the arm of the couch, then climbed over him, licked his shoulder, and sprinkled some salt on the area.
“Oh-” Nate said as Chuck lapped up the salt. “Oh.”
He sat up and downed the shot of tequila, lifting the lime wedge between two fingers and offering it to Nate. Without Chuck’s tongue on his skin, Nate appeared to be coming to his senses.
“Dude, what the hell?” he sputtered belatedly. “You just-since when are you-what the hell?”
Chuck smiled, deliberately making his voice low, husky, and silky as a snake charmer’s. “Haven’t you ever heard of the down-low, Nathaniel? It’s quite popular among our social circle. For all we know, Blair and Serena could be participating in a bit of it right now.” He paused. “Ooh. Let’s take a moment to imagine that…”
“You are a sick and disgusting human being,” Nate said with over-exaggerated enunciation. He slipped out from between the couch arm and Chuck, then, throwing one last, disgusted look over his shoulder, disappeared into the bedroom to put on some clothes.
Chuck made himself comfortable on the couch, idly sucking on the lime, and wondering if he’d have time to order some porn off pay-per-view before Nate came back. He would come back, whether or not it was for the sex, because, in addition to good breeding, Nate also had good manners. Plus, he knew better than to leave Chuck alone in his house to entertain himself. Last time that had happened, he’d returned to find Chuck in the middle of a Kati and Isabel sandwich.
Sure enough, less than twenty minutes later, Nate’s door opened and Nate, fully clothed though his shirt was unbuttoned to reveal the mark Chuck had intentionally left on his skin, leaned against the door post.
“Why me?” he asked, folding his arms. “Why don’t you call Kati and Isabel? Or one of the guys, if you’re so desperate for gay sex?”
Chuck didn’t bother to mention that he’d already slept with the guys. Some more than once. No one gave better head than someone already in possession of a dick. You had to have one to know what to do with it.
He also didn’t mention that he was bored.
Instead, he pushed himself to his feet and stalked over to Nate until their faces were inches away. Nate’s breathing was a little too quick, Chuck noticed, keeping the amusement off his face. He tilted his head to the side to whisper into Nate’s ear.
“You’re the one that I want,” he said, politely ignoring the shiver that ran up Nate’s spine. “And I always get what I want.”
“That’s a lie,” Nate whispered vehemently, meeting Chuck’s gaze when he moved back. “You just want sex.”
“Who’re you trying to convince, Nathaniel? Me or yourself?”
Nate’s eyes widened, but Chuck was already leaning forward to press their lips together as his hands reached down to close the distance between their bodies. Nate was hard for him, and that was certainly a surprise, but Chuck Bass was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“You don’t want me,” Nate said against his lips, giving Chuck the opportunity he needed to slide his tongue into Nate’s mouth. “You don’t-”
Chuck pushed his shirt collar to the side and bit down on his hickey. “What we’re about to do doesn’t require talking.”
* * *
He woke up the next morning with the kind of hangover one can only get from having down something extremely satisfying the night before. Nate was asleep and naked next to him, curled up around his pillow with his back to Chuck. He glanced at the clock. He had just enough time to get back to his house before his parents-or Nate’s-found out where he’d been.
Chuck got up, got dressed, and left, smiling like the cat who got the canary except infinity happier. Cats died for their curiosity; Chuck’s had gotten him Nate’s ass and the likelihood that Nate would tell anyone was slim.
But god, he thought as he called his driver because there was no way Chuck Bass was taking a cab, Nate had been good. Better than good. Amazing. He couldn’t blame Serena for wanting him, but she was just another dumb blond for running away.
The limo arrived minutes later and Chuck slipped inside, instructing the driver to take him home and grabbing the bottle of wine wading in the ice. His eyes slid instinctively to Nate’s penthouse. He hoped Nate wasn’t feeling too sore, literally or figuratively, because Chuck needed to copy his anatomy homework and he couldn’t very well do that if Nate was absent or angry with him.
* * *
Nate woke up when his Sidekick buzzed. It was better than an alarm clock. The alarm Nate could ignore easily, but he couldn’t afford to miss a phone call. Groggy and sore in more places than he cared to think about, he groped around the side table until he found it and flipped it open.
Blair had sent him a simple, want 2 meet up after skool?, but every time they met up for anything it was usually because he was in trouble or she was in heat. Either way, he wasn’t looking forward to it.
sure, he sent back and then sat up, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t even need to look to know that Chuck was gone. Chuck wasn’t a cuddler-not that Nate had done extensive research about the subject. He was more of a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of person, with the thank you being optional. It wasn’t realistic to expect Chuck to be fast asleep next to him, maybe with his arm half tucked around Nate’s body as though protecting him from the sheer superficiality of their lives.
“Come on, son,” his Dad said, throwing the door open and startling Nate out of his thoughts. “We’ve got just enough time to jog around the block twice before you have to go to school.”
He stayed outside the door, thankfully, and if he noticed the overwhelming scent of sex, he didn’t mention it.
“Coming, Dad,” Nate mumbled, glancing one last time at the other side of the bed. “I could use the run.”
END
otempora01, rated R for Chuck.
Gossip Girl [TV Series], Chuck/Nate, m/m.
Chuck was a dangerous guy, but he was even more so when he was bored.
Complete, 1,638 words.
*
i know she hopes i'll choke on this last drink
drop dead before my influence gets to her head...
she said, "i'll love you forever or find something better
it's all just the same as when we sleep together
we'll wake up with headaches and trouble remembering what went wrong."
The Party Scene by All Time Low
*
Nate Archibald was amazing in bed, not that his girlfriend knew that. As a matter of fact, only two people did: Serena van der Woodsen and, more recently, Chuck Bass.
Chuck easily resented Serena for getting there first. Sometimes, when he mixed his pot with coke and one bottle of wine too many, he found himself admiring Nate’s understated good looks. It was excellent breeding-they all had excellent breeding-but Nate was the only one who didn’t seem to care. He didn’t flaunt it; he didn’t use it to get what he wanted; hell, Chuck suspected that Nate would be happy in a t-shirt and jeans if he didn’t think whoever invented cashmere and silk boxers should be named a saint.
Chuck didn’t understand him one bit so, yes, maybe he watched Nate sometimes. Maybe even while he was sober (rarely while he was sober), because Nate had everything going for him and was insane enough to want less. Chuck, on the other hand, had everything and constantly had to come up with new ways to entertain himself.
That was probably how they ended up in bed. Chuck was a dangerous guy, but he was even more so when he was bored. When he was bored, he usually fell back on two things: fixations or whatever saucy young thing was in the immediate area. Nate was lucky enough to fit both.
Which was why Nate exited the shower-towel tied around his waist and water dripping down his chest-to see Chuck setting up shots on the coffee table.
One golden eyebrow went up. “Am I the only one of us who distinctly remembers banning you from inviting Kati and Isabel over to do body shots on my coffee table?”
“No, I vaguely remember that conversation,” Chuck said with the slow smirk he was so famous for. Most people knew to fear it-or, in some cases, get aroused by it-but after twelve years of camaraderie, Nate just rolled his eyes and prepared to make himself scarce for the afternoon. Chuck held up a hand. “Just a moment, Nathaniel.”
Nate sighed. “Chuck, I’m naked.”
Chuck made a point of looking Nate over thoroughly, from toe to head, with a smoldering look in his eyes. He hadn’t lied when he’d said that he could make a girl cum just by looking at her.
“Believe me, I noticed,” he said, grabbing a shot glass. “Come here.”
“I have a girlfriend,” Nate protested and Chuck was almost surprised before he realized that that was Nate’s trusty excuse for whenever Chuck tried to coerce him into any illicit activities involving him and another girl. Or him and another girl and Chuck.
Nate still thought Kati and Isabel were coming over, which was much less surprising. Chuck could hatch a dozen plans in the time it took Nate to figure out one of them.
“And I’m so happy for you,” Chuck drawled lazily, tugging off his Versace shirt. “Now come here.”
He felt Nate’s gaze on him for a long moment, trying to figure out what he was up to, but, ultimately, Nate trusted him. Nate was the only one who trusted him.
Chuck waited until Nate was sitting uncertainly next to him before swirling the liquid in the shot glass pensively and stating, “Kati and Isabel aren’t coming over.”
“Okay… so, who is?”
“I haven’t called anyone. Are you expecting company?”
Nate frowned. “I’ll admit it. I’m completely lost here.”
Chuck decided he’d suffered long enough. He shoved Nate over sideways until his back hit the arm of the couch, then climbed over him, licked his shoulder, and sprinkled some salt on the area.
“Oh-” Nate said as Chuck lapped up the salt. “Oh.”
He sat up and downed the shot of tequila, lifting the lime wedge between two fingers and offering it to Nate. Without Chuck’s tongue on his skin, Nate appeared to be coming to his senses.
“Dude, what the hell?” he sputtered belatedly. “You just-since when are you-what the hell?”
Chuck smiled, deliberately making his voice low, husky, and silky as a snake charmer’s. “Haven’t you ever heard of the down-low, Nathaniel? It’s quite popular among our social circle. For all we know, Blair and Serena could be participating in a bit of it right now.” He paused. “Ooh. Let’s take a moment to imagine that…”
“You are a sick and disgusting human being,” Nate said with over-exaggerated enunciation. He slipped out from between the couch arm and Chuck, then, throwing one last, disgusted look over his shoulder, disappeared into the bedroom to put on some clothes.
Chuck made himself comfortable on the couch, idly sucking on the lime, and wondering if he’d have time to order some porn off pay-per-view before Nate came back. He would come back, whether or not it was for the sex, because, in addition to good breeding, Nate also had good manners. Plus, he knew better than to leave Chuck alone in his house to entertain himself. Last time that had happened, he’d returned to find Chuck in the middle of a Kati and Isabel sandwich.
Sure enough, less than twenty minutes later, Nate’s door opened and Nate, fully clothed though his shirt was unbuttoned to reveal the mark Chuck had intentionally left on his skin, leaned against the door post.
“Why me?” he asked, folding his arms. “Why don’t you call Kati and Isabel? Or one of the guys, if you’re so desperate for gay sex?”
Chuck didn’t bother to mention that he’d already slept with the guys. Some more than once. No one gave better head than someone already in possession of a dick. You had to have one to know what to do with it.
He also didn’t mention that he was bored.
Instead, he pushed himself to his feet and stalked over to Nate until their faces were inches away. Nate’s breathing was a little too quick, Chuck noticed, keeping the amusement off his face. He tilted his head to the side to whisper into Nate’s ear.
“You’re the one that I want,” he said, politely ignoring the shiver that ran up Nate’s spine. “And I always get what I want.”
“That’s a lie,” Nate whispered vehemently, meeting Chuck’s gaze when he moved back. “You just want sex.”
“Who’re you trying to convince, Nathaniel? Me or yourself?”
Nate’s eyes widened, but Chuck was already leaning forward to press their lips together as his hands reached down to close the distance between their bodies. Nate was hard for him, and that was certainly a surprise, but Chuck Bass was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“You don’t want me,” Nate said against his lips, giving Chuck the opportunity he needed to slide his tongue into Nate’s mouth. “You don’t-”
Chuck pushed his shirt collar to the side and bit down on his hickey. “What we’re about to do doesn’t require talking.”
* * *
He woke up the next morning with the kind of hangover one can only get from having down something extremely satisfying the night before. Nate was asleep and naked next to him, curled up around his pillow with his back to Chuck. He glanced at the clock. He had just enough time to get back to his house before his parents-or Nate’s-found out where he’d been.
Chuck got up, got dressed, and left, smiling like the cat who got the canary except infinity happier. Cats died for their curiosity; Chuck’s had gotten him Nate’s ass and the likelihood that Nate would tell anyone was slim.
But god, he thought as he called his driver because there was no way Chuck Bass was taking a cab, Nate had been good. Better than good. Amazing. He couldn’t blame Serena for wanting him, but she was just another dumb blond for running away.
The limo arrived minutes later and Chuck slipped inside, instructing the driver to take him home and grabbing the bottle of wine wading in the ice. His eyes slid instinctively to Nate’s penthouse. He hoped Nate wasn’t feeling too sore, literally or figuratively, because Chuck needed to copy his anatomy homework and he couldn’t very well do that if Nate was absent or angry with him.
* * *
Nate woke up when his Sidekick buzzed. It was better than an alarm clock. The alarm Nate could ignore easily, but he couldn’t afford to miss a phone call. Groggy and sore in more places than he cared to think about, he groped around the side table until he found it and flipped it open.
Blair had sent him a simple, want 2 meet up after skool?, but every time they met up for anything it was usually because he was in trouble or she was in heat. Either way, he wasn’t looking forward to it.
sure, he sent back and then sat up, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t even need to look to know that Chuck was gone. Chuck wasn’t a cuddler-not that Nate had done extensive research about the subject. He was more of a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of person, with the thank you being optional. It wasn’t realistic to expect Chuck to be fast asleep next to him, maybe with his arm half tucked around Nate’s body as though protecting him from the sheer superficiality of their lives.
“Come on, son,” his Dad said, throwing the door open and startling Nate out of his thoughts. “We’ve got just enough time to jog around the block twice before you have to go to school.”
He stayed outside the door, thankfully, and if he noticed the overwhelming scent of sex, he didn’t mention it.
“Coming, Dad,” Nate mumbled, glancing one last time at the other side of the bed. “I could use the run.”
END