"We'll Always Have Monaco" for seedyapartment
Title: We’ll Always Have Monaco
Author: kuteki
Disclaimer: 'Gossip Girl' belongs to Cecily von Ziegesar, Josh Schwartz, and the CW. No copywright infringement intended.
Pairing: Chuck/Nate
Warning(s): Spoilers for the whole season
Rating: R for sex and language.
Author's Notes: I had entirely too much fun researching luxury hotels in Monte Carlo, thanks to my beta for telling me to stop dreaming and get on with it. Hope you like it seedyapartment!
Summary: “Justice is nothing other than the advantage of the stronger” Plato, (Republic 338c)
We'll Always Have Monaco
The thing they never told you about Monte Carlo is that if you are underage they won’t even let you use the toilet of a casino. And that really is quite sad as they have those awesome toilet seats that spin around when you flush them. It really encourages the throwing up process after the helpful staff has aided your complete and utter intoxication with the goal of lawfully stripping you from your hard (well in the case of most of the frequent visitors, not so hard) earned cash.
That is what Chuck tried to explain to Nate knowing full well that there are certain exceptions made in his case and that Nate was not developing a gambling problem, not on his watch.
“Fine.” He eventually succumbed. “What are we going to do instead?”
“Drink” Chuck smiled. “And possibly get laid, who knows, this could be your lucky night.”
Nate wasn’t sure why he hasn’t told Chuck about finally sleeping with Blair, but he didn’t dwell on it.
“Chuck” Nate’s voice held a warning, he really doesn’t want to be tempted. Not now he’d gotten Blair back. Drinking on the other hand sounded like a fine plan.
***
The thing about Nate is that he is Chuck’s only friend, sure lots of other people attend his parties but no one else ever stays over on his sofa or shares his troubles over a joint in Central Park or moans his name in such a delicious way. Well that last thing is a recent development in their friendship, but it is really worth pointing out.
And now that Nate is no longer there, Chuck misses him terribly, he doesn’t know who to call or how to deal with the loss. Not that it shows of course, but he hasn’t yet had to face him at school and taking sick days may not have been brave but Nate managed to somehow get himself unexpelled and Chuck does not want to be seen at school while his face is still bruised.
In the last three days he’s received a number of angry/threatening/tearful messages from Blair, but refuses to give her the satisfaction of responding in term. A sadistic part of him is gleeful that Nate is no longer speaking to her either, at least he wouldn’t have to feel sick every time he is faced with the happy couple. He may not have won yet but for now he is satisfied with a draw.
He makes himself a drink.
***
They gave them the honeymoon suite, all the other luxury suites were full and Chuck absolutely refused to stay in an ordinary room.
The first thing they noticed was the bed. It was enormous and absurdly circular, Nate half expected a mirror on the ceiling, but this was thankfully not the case. The décor was beautifully extravagant, with the plush reds adding a sort of lushness to the room which would have looked too much in most places outside of Monaco. But Nate found it romantic in a totally embarrassing way.
Chuck immediately headed towards the mini-bar and threw a beer at Nate’s direction. It fell with a small bounce on the bed and Nate flopped next to it, leaning back on the very soft cushions. This was going to be a good vacation, he’d really wanted to get away for a while, he was not sure why, and hoped Blair wouldn’t think he was running away.
The beer was quickly followed by whiskey before they comfortably settled on vodka, diluting it just a bit, but not enough to take its bitter taste away. Downing shot after shot seemed easier than sipping and Chuck only realised how drunk he was when he got up to use the bathroom and had to quickly sits back down as his legs refused to cooperate. On the second try he was somehow able to make his way to the (blue, marble) bathroom.
When he got back into the bedroom, Nate was lying on the bed, his eyes closed and he was not wearing a shirt. Now, that was not that odd, Chuck certainly had seen Nate shirtless before, earlier that day in fact, but it struck him just there how beautiful he really was. And the old hunger he’d thought he’d gotten over with Blair’s help returned in full force. He wanted his best friend, he wanted him so much it sometimes hurt, and he took another swig of the mostly empty bottle, forcing normality back into his voice.
“Nathaniel, you seem to have lost your shirt.”
“I got hot.” Nate shrugged but didn’t open his eyes.
Chuck settled next to him on the bed, mirroring his pose, he was drunk enough to be reckless and he was really, really horny.
His gaze on Nate’s face dragged down until he was looking at the every obvious bulge in Nate’s pants. Well, that was an invitation if any.
Chuck still doesn’t really remember how it happened, one second there he was drunk and thinking about handling his best friend’s package, the next he was on top of Nate and they were full on making out on the indecently large bed. Their kisses were sloppy, wide mouthed and increasingly more desperate and Chuck was surprised to discover that Nate was not only not punching him, but responding rather enthusiastically.
***
Chuck dresses carefully, choosing his favourite scarf, he examines himself in the mirror and smirks. The façade is impenetrable, he tells himself, school cannot be the nightmare he’d been imagining.
He doesn’t take the limo, for once hating the attention that would bring to his arrival and he ends up slightly late, so the hallways are empty and he gets to the classroom unobstructed. It’s English and the tiny substitute teacher forgets to reprimand his lateness. He slips in his desk which is the one behind Nate’s and spends the rest of the class staring holes into Nate’s head.
The class is over and it’s gym next which he tends to skip, so he quickly packs his bag and waits for Nate outside, stoically ignoring the whispers. They will go somewhere and talk. After what seems like an eternity Nate exits the room, pointedly not looking at Chuck’s direction.
Oh for fuck’s sake. This is getting ridiculous, the hypocritical little fuck.
“Nathaniel. We need to talk.” He wants to sound confident and cold and half succeeds.
“I have nothing to say to you Chuck.” The bastard never ones looks at him and Chuck wants to punch something.
***
“Chuck! Fuck! Fuuuck!” Nate gasped and moaned his name and that brought him almost to the edge.
They seemed to have lost the remainder of their clothes.
Nate is on his back with Chuck half straddling him, fist wrapped around both their cocks, stroking franticly, hips bucking, his other hand pulling at Nate’s hair.
Nate had never quite felt like that, not with Blair, not even close with Serena. He clawed at Chuck’s back, wanting to leave marks, to claim him.
Oh god.
Nate was hot, so hot. He felt feverish and all he wanted was to press Chuck as close as possible. His hands cupped Chuck’s ass, making him even closer, increasing the delicious friction.
Chuck bit his shoulder, hard, before finding his mouth again. Their faces pressed together, nose squashed mouths open and wanting.
***
Chuck is sitting on an empty bench in the courtyard, defiantly skipping class in the hope that someone would see him and tell him to see the principle or send him home.
Instead Dan Humphrey approaches him apprehensively.
Chuck sends a look his way designed to disintegrate on sight but Dan is oblivious and sits opposite him and even has the audacity of looking concerned.
And Chuck really doesn’t think he’s sunk low enough to be on the receiving end of sympathy from Humphrey of all people. This really is his lucky day.
“Chuck.” Dan pauses and Chuck hopes his senses have returned to him, but alas it is not to be. “I haven’t seen you in school for a while, you all right?”
“Have you missed me?” He grins briefly, before turning quite serious. “As touching your concern really is, I’d rather spend my time in a sewer collecting dead rats than have a conversation with you.”
That should do it, he thinks, but Dan is unrelenting and not making a move to leave. Serena must have put him up to this, Chuck is sure, Dan is nothing but her good little puppy.
“Considering you are not exactly Mr Popular right now, you can at least pretend to be nice.”
Chuck’s previous desire to hit something manifests more specifically in hitting Dan. Dan really is stupid as well as annoying, Chuck decides, he also doesn’t respond, but Dan misinterprets his silence into acquiescence.
“Okay. What you did was incredibly stupid, but Blair is miserable and Serena cares about her and I care about Serena so you have to fix this.”
Huh, Danny boy is probably not getting any while Serena is trying to be a dutiful friend, perhaps he could be more useful than he looks.
***
The first thing Nate saw when he woke up was the huge golden clock on the mantelpiece. The mahogany baby angel adorning the clock was staring at him with what could be reprise.
The second thing he noticed was that his head was absolutely killing him and that he felt sticky in a few strategic places.
Oh fuck.
The third thing was that Chuck was no longer there, but an exquisite breakfast tray half loaded with food was waiting for him on the bedside table.
Oh dear. The blue marble bathroom did not deserve what he bestowed upon it, but after a long shower and a lot of orange juice (he could not stomach anything else) he felt slightly more alive.
Chuck was still nowhere to be seen and Nate felt fear coiling in his belly, he tried not to think about what had happened, partly because it was blurry so that actual events were not clear and partly because he did remember how good it felt and that terrified him.
He had almost reached the stage where he was about to start pacing the room with worry when Chuck at last returned, with a towel wrapped around his shoulders and a smile on his face.
“Just went for a swim, how are you feeling?” The bastard never got hangovers.
“Like shit. Look, about what happened, I haven’t been honest with you, I really don’t want to fuck things up with Blair.” He blurted out. Nate had had a while to rehearse that line but it didn’t come out exactly like he’d planned.
No trace of the smile remained on Chuck’s face.
“What are you saying Nathaniel?”
“Look, we were drunk, and I am not saying it wasn’t fun, but before we came here, Blair and I, well we finally did it and I think that things will be better between us and I really don’t want to fuck it up.” Nate sounded like he was pleading but he really didn’t care.
During that speech Chuck had walked very, very close to him. “What are you saying? That we’ll always have Monaco? And never mention it again?” Chuck’s voice sounded delightfully obscene as he almost whispered the last few words, leaning to speak in Nate’s ear.
Nate could feel himself going hard and fuck it, different rules applied when you were on a different continent and besides, Chuck was a guy, so he wasn’t strictly cheating.
What the hell, he thought, as he grabbed Chuck by the neck and crushed their lips together.
Their second first kiss was full with more pent up emotion and sobriety and as a result it was more memorably awkward with teeth clashing at the least opportune moments and maybe this was a bad idea and Chuck seemed to agree as he pulled away, even though Nate didn’t want him to.
But Chuck didn’t walk away instead he slowly sank to his knees and undid Nate’s pants.
Chuck Bass was not above sucking cock to get what he wanted, especially when sucking cock was what he wanted.
***
Chuck is awoken by the incessant ringing of his cell phone, though he leaves it to ring for awhile longer before finally picking up.
“Nathaniel. I thought you had nothing to say to me?” His voice is on the brink of chirpy.
Nate sounds like he hasn’t slept in days. “Have you checked my facebook recently?”
“You may not believe this but I have better things to do than stalk you via facebook.” Lies. “What’s happened?” He sounds genuinely confused.
“You really don’t know? Just check your emails and call me back.” He sounds so sure of himself not like it’s been days since they have spoken which is irritating, but Chuck nonetheless follows the instructions.
“Such a grainy photo, Nathaniel, it hardly looks like you at all.”
The photo in question clearly depicts Nate Archibald kissing a dark haired boy with the sea as their background, Nate’s face is visible while the other boy’s identity is hidden.
The photo is not tagged but judging by the hundreds of comments attached to it, it must have been in the past.
Chuck vaguely recognises the name of the album owner as a quiet girl from school.
“Chuck, do you realise what this means for me? My dad cannot find out, not now, and you are going to help me.” He trails off they as both know why Chuck is going to help him.
“No need to threaten me Nathaniel, it doesn’t suit you. But I will help, what are friends for?” His emphasis on the word ‘friends’ is thick.
They arrange to meet in the park, it is a neutral enough place.
***
Nate could not believe that Chuck was so good at giving blowjobs, he must have done this before, Nate wanted to remember to ask him about it later, but the sudden jealousy at the thought is extinguished along with all other thoughts as Chuck was fisting the base of his cock at the same as his tongue swirled around the head and oh fuck.
Nate tried to muffle his moans as even the mere sight of Chuck’s mouth stretched across his cock is enough to make him impossibly hard and this is forgetting the sensations.
He’s only done this a handful of times before and every time the snug heat and wetness and pressure come as a complete shock, and this time he hadn’t had to ask for it, unlike the girls Chuck seemed to be enjoying it and that really was all it took.
***
Chuck is sitting on a park bench, looking at passers by and feeling oddly happy, he is not sure how the conversation will proceed but at least Nate is speaking to him. Things are going according to plan. He is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t see Nate’s arrival.
“Hey.” Nate looks defeated and tired as he seats not too close on the bench.
Chuck doesn’t return the greeting.
“Okay, what we are going to do is simple, but it is going to work as long as you haven’t admitted anything to anyone.”
“Chuck, look, thanks. I didn’t know who else to turn to, it’s just that another rumour would have killed my dad and I didn’t want Blair to find out, not like this.”
Chuck has to swallow thickly. “I’d rather not talk about Blair if it is all the same to you.”
This pushes a button as Nate misinterprets. “No you are right, you probably still want her, tell me, did you imagine you were fucking her when it was me?”
Chuck is rather taken aback by that ridiculous insinuation. “Nathaniel.” He says, his voice dangerous. “Don’t push me, you wanted my help and I am here. You haven’t spoken to me in days and refuse to just fucking listen, do you even realise how hypocritical you are?”
“Me?” Nate is incredulous, but careful to not raise his voice, he is not going to create another scene. “After I told you how I feel about her, trusted you to find out who she was getting with, you were both probably laughing about it behind my back and then expect me to just forget about it! You betrayed me Chuck!” Nate feels lighter after saying this and looks up defiantly.
Chuck’s face has turned red in anger.
“I betrayed you, you entitled fuck! You do realise that anything that was between me and Blair took place after you broke up, unlike say the time you slept with her best friend, oh wait, and the time you slept with me! So think about who betrayed who Nathaniel and until then…” but he doesn’t finish his sentence as Nate punches him right on the nose.
It isn’t a particularly powerful punch, but it is on the nose and it fucking hurts.
“Ow! Ouch, what the hell!” Chuck is holding his bleeding nose, while Nate tries to apologise and hails them a cab.
Luckily for them, no one is there to witness that whole affair apart from a couple of fat pigeons who are frightened away by all the commotion.
***
Chuck felt incredibly stupid about watching Nate sleep but he woke up to drink some water and then he couldn’t take his eyes away from him. It is ridiculously clichéd and sentimental and really not appropriate behaviour for Chuck Bass, because he doesn’t do love.
Except Nate was different, Nate has always been there and has always been more important to him than girls and now he was sleeping and he looked so vulnerable and Chuck still remembered the taste of his come and the weight of his cock in his mouth and as he tucked the cover over him and felt in equal measures protective and stupid.
Fucking hell, for the first time in his life he really truly wanted more than a few fucks from someone, well second, but he tried not to think about Blair, she was not worth it. She never really wanted him, he was just her Nate replacement, and maybe she was his Nate replacement but Chuck had Nate now and he had no intension to share him with anyone, especially not Blair Waldorf.
***
Chuck makes the girl take the photo down, sends Gossip Girl an ‘original’ image identical to the Nate one with an unknown girl replacing him and an explanation that photoshop really is sinking too low when it comes to generating news. And he is sure the whole mess will fairly quickly be forgotten.
He is in the process of deleting the other incriminating photos, it wouldn’t do for anyone to discover them when there is a knock on the door.
After a final delete he opens the door of his room, to be faced with a nervous looking Nate.
He arches an eyebrow in question.
“I wanted to thank you Chuck.” Nate waits until finally Chuck nods him in and they both sit on the sofa.
“Your nose seemed to have healed.” Nate starts.
“Why? Are you planning on causing me any more bodily harm, this is getting old you know.” He sounds droll, but there is more to the question and they both know it.
“Chuck, I am really sorry. Things got a bit out of hand. Do you think you can forgive me?”
Nate’s begging reminds Chuck of other occasions where he’d begged and he has to will the heat to not go anywhere near his cock. He has a role to play and he has not yet finished it.
“I don’t know Nathaniel, are we friends now? What exactly do you want from me?”
“Yeah, friends, and I have been thinking about what you said before I punched you.” He is visibly squirming and perhaps there is hope yet. “I haven’t been honest with myself, and I wasn’t fair to you or Blair. Monaco wasn’t enough.”
“Are you getting all soppy on me now? Please. I have told you before, I care about you, now stop being sentimental or it’s my turn to punch you.”
But Chuck doesn’t punch him, he kisses him and he really should thank Dan for being such a good little boy and delivering that photo exactly like he was supposed to. And to think Humphrey actually thought he was helping Blair.
***
They spend the few days of winter break dining and swimming and having a lot of sex. It was as close to idyllic as it could be, as according to Nate it was going to be over soon.
Not that they ever breached that subject again. Chuck began to think that he’d been able to change Nate’s mind, the boy was clearly in need of sex and Chuck though it unlikely he would just give that up. And if Chuck wanted more than sex, well they were friends already what more could there be.
It was the best holiday that he has ever been on and as soon as they board the plane Nate kissed him, pulling away before he could properly respond.
“Why did that feel so much like a goodbye kiss, Nathaniel?”
“Because it has to be, this thing, whatever it is between us, has to stop.”
Chuck wanted to beg, to plead for his case, to agree to be Nate’s thing on the side but he did none of those things.
He nodded slowly and spend the rather long flight staring out of the window and planning exactly how to twist the situation to his advantage.
Because Chuck Bass doesn’t lose, he changes the rules of the game.
END
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Author: kuteki
Disclaimer: 'Gossip Girl' belongs to Cecily von Ziegesar, Josh Schwartz, and the CW. No copywright infringement intended.
Pairing: Chuck/Nate
Warning(s): Spoilers for the whole season
Rating: R for sex and language.
Author's Notes: I had entirely too much fun researching luxury hotels in Monte Carlo, thanks to my beta for telling me to stop dreaming and get on with it. Hope you like it seedyapartment!
Summary: “Justice is nothing other than the advantage of the stronger” Plato, (Republic 338c)
We'll Always Have Monaco
The thing they never told you about Monte Carlo is that if you are underage they won’t even let you use the toilet of a casino. And that really is quite sad as they have those awesome toilet seats that spin around when you flush them. It really encourages the throwing up process after the helpful staff has aided your complete and utter intoxication with the goal of lawfully stripping you from your hard (well in the case of most of the frequent visitors, not so hard) earned cash.
That is what Chuck tried to explain to Nate knowing full well that there are certain exceptions made in his case and that Nate was not developing a gambling problem, not on his watch.
“Fine.” He eventually succumbed. “What are we going to do instead?”
“Drink” Chuck smiled. “And possibly get laid, who knows, this could be your lucky night.”
Nate wasn’t sure why he hasn’t told Chuck about finally sleeping with Blair, but he didn’t dwell on it.
“Chuck” Nate’s voice held a warning, he really doesn’t want to be tempted. Not now he’d gotten Blair back. Drinking on the other hand sounded like a fine plan.
***
The thing about Nate is that he is Chuck’s only friend, sure lots of other people attend his parties but no one else ever stays over on his sofa or shares his troubles over a joint in Central Park or moans his name in such a delicious way. Well that last thing is a recent development in their friendship, but it is really worth pointing out.
And now that Nate is no longer there, Chuck misses him terribly, he doesn’t know who to call or how to deal with the loss. Not that it shows of course, but he hasn’t yet had to face him at school and taking sick days may not have been brave but Nate managed to somehow get himself unexpelled and Chuck does not want to be seen at school while his face is still bruised.
In the last three days he’s received a number of angry/threatening/tearful messages from Blair, but refuses to give her the satisfaction of responding in term. A sadistic part of him is gleeful that Nate is no longer speaking to her either, at least he wouldn’t have to feel sick every time he is faced with the happy couple. He may not have won yet but for now he is satisfied with a draw.
He makes himself a drink.
***
They gave them the honeymoon suite, all the other luxury suites were full and Chuck absolutely refused to stay in an ordinary room.
The first thing they noticed was the bed. It was enormous and absurdly circular, Nate half expected a mirror on the ceiling, but this was thankfully not the case. The décor was beautifully extravagant, with the plush reds adding a sort of lushness to the room which would have looked too much in most places outside of Monaco. But Nate found it romantic in a totally embarrassing way.
Chuck immediately headed towards the mini-bar and threw a beer at Nate’s direction. It fell with a small bounce on the bed and Nate flopped next to it, leaning back on the very soft cushions. This was going to be a good vacation, he’d really wanted to get away for a while, he was not sure why, and hoped Blair wouldn’t think he was running away.
The beer was quickly followed by whiskey before they comfortably settled on vodka, diluting it just a bit, but not enough to take its bitter taste away. Downing shot after shot seemed easier than sipping and Chuck only realised how drunk he was when he got up to use the bathroom and had to quickly sits back down as his legs refused to cooperate. On the second try he was somehow able to make his way to the (blue, marble) bathroom.
When he got back into the bedroom, Nate was lying on the bed, his eyes closed and he was not wearing a shirt. Now, that was not that odd, Chuck certainly had seen Nate shirtless before, earlier that day in fact, but it struck him just there how beautiful he really was. And the old hunger he’d thought he’d gotten over with Blair’s help returned in full force. He wanted his best friend, he wanted him so much it sometimes hurt, and he took another swig of the mostly empty bottle, forcing normality back into his voice.
“Nathaniel, you seem to have lost your shirt.”
“I got hot.” Nate shrugged but didn’t open his eyes.
Chuck settled next to him on the bed, mirroring his pose, he was drunk enough to be reckless and he was really, really horny.
His gaze on Nate’s face dragged down until he was looking at the every obvious bulge in Nate’s pants. Well, that was an invitation if any.
Chuck still doesn’t really remember how it happened, one second there he was drunk and thinking about handling his best friend’s package, the next he was on top of Nate and they were full on making out on the indecently large bed. Their kisses were sloppy, wide mouthed and increasingly more desperate and Chuck was surprised to discover that Nate was not only not punching him, but responding rather enthusiastically.
***
Chuck dresses carefully, choosing his favourite scarf, he examines himself in the mirror and smirks. The façade is impenetrable, he tells himself, school cannot be the nightmare he’d been imagining.
He doesn’t take the limo, for once hating the attention that would bring to his arrival and he ends up slightly late, so the hallways are empty and he gets to the classroom unobstructed. It’s English and the tiny substitute teacher forgets to reprimand his lateness. He slips in his desk which is the one behind Nate’s and spends the rest of the class staring holes into Nate’s head.
The class is over and it’s gym next which he tends to skip, so he quickly packs his bag and waits for Nate outside, stoically ignoring the whispers. They will go somewhere and talk. After what seems like an eternity Nate exits the room, pointedly not looking at Chuck’s direction.
Oh for fuck’s sake. This is getting ridiculous, the hypocritical little fuck.
“Nathaniel. We need to talk.” He wants to sound confident and cold and half succeeds.
“I have nothing to say to you Chuck.” The bastard never ones looks at him and Chuck wants to punch something.
***
“Chuck! Fuck! Fuuuck!” Nate gasped and moaned his name and that brought him almost to the edge.
They seemed to have lost the remainder of their clothes.
Nate is on his back with Chuck half straddling him, fist wrapped around both their cocks, stroking franticly, hips bucking, his other hand pulling at Nate’s hair.
Nate had never quite felt like that, not with Blair, not even close with Serena. He clawed at Chuck’s back, wanting to leave marks, to claim him.
Oh god.
Nate was hot, so hot. He felt feverish and all he wanted was to press Chuck as close as possible. His hands cupped Chuck’s ass, making him even closer, increasing the delicious friction.
Chuck bit his shoulder, hard, before finding his mouth again. Their faces pressed together, nose squashed mouths open and wanting.
***
Chuck is sitting on an empty bench in the courtyard, defiantly skipping class in the hope that someone would see him and tell him to see the principle or send him home.
Instead Dan Humphrey approaches him apprehensively.
Chuck sends a look his way designed to disintegrate on sight but Dan is oblivious and sits opposite him and even has the audacity of looking concerned.
And Chuck really doesn’t think he’s sunk low enough to be on the receiving end of sympathy from Humphrey of all people. This really is his lucky day.
“Chuck.” Dan pauses and Chuck hopes his senses have returned to him, but alas it is not to be. “I haven’t seen you in school for a while, you all right?”
“Have you missed me?” He grins briefly, before turning quite serious. “As touching your concern really is, I’d rather spend my time in a sewer collecting dead rats than have a conversation with you.”
That should do it, he thinks, but Dan is unrelenting and not making a move to leave. Serena must have put him up to this, Chuck is sure, Dan is nothing but her good little puppy.
“Considering you are not exactly Mr Popular right now, you can at least pretend to be nice.”
Chuck’s previous desire to hit something manifests more specifically in hitting Dan. Dan really is stupid as well as annoying, Chuck decides, he also doesn’t respond, but Dan misinterprets his silence into acquiescence.
“Okay. What you did was incredibly stupid, but Blair is miserable and Serena cares about her and I care about Serena so you have to fix this.”
Huh, Danny boy is probably not getting any while Serena is trying to be a dutiful friend, perhaps he could be more useful than he looks.
***
The first thing Nate saw when he woke up was the huge golden clock on the mantelpiece. The mahogany baby angel adorning the clock was staring at him with what could be reprise.
The second thing he noticed was that his head was absolutely killing him and that he felt sticky in a few strategic places.
Oh fuck.
The third thing was that Chuck was no longer there, but an exquisite breakfast tray half loaded with food was waiting for him on the bedside table.
Oh dear. The blue marble bathroom did not deserve what he bestowed upon it, but after a long shower and a lot of orange juice (he could not stomach anything else) he felt slightly more alive.
Chuck was still nowhere to be seen and Nate felt fear coiling in his belly, he tried not to think about what had happened, partly because it was blurry so that actual events were not clear and partly because he did remember how good it felt and that terrified him.
He had almost reached the stage where he was about to start pacing the room with worry when Chuck at last returned, with a towel wrapped around his shoulders and a smile on his face.
“Just went for a swim, how are you feeling?” The bastard never got hangovers.
“Like shit. Look, about what happened, I haven’t been honest with you, I really don’t want to fuck things up with Blair.” He blurted out. Nate had had a while to rehearse that line but it didn’t come out exactly like he’d planned.
No trace of the smile remained on Chuck’s face.
“What are you saying Nathaniel?”
“Look, we were drunk, and I am not saying it wasn’t fun, but before we came here, Blair and I, well we finally did it and I think that things will be better between us and I really don’t want to fuck it up.” Nate sounded like he was pleading but he really didn’t care.
During that speech Chuck had walked very, very close to him. “What are you saying? That we’ll always have Monaco? And never mention it again?” Chuck’s voice sounded delightfully obscene as he almost whispered the last few words, leaning to speak in Nate’s ear.
Nate could feel himself going hard and fuck it, different rules applied when you were on a different continent and besides, Chuck was a guy, so he wasn’t strictly cheating.
What the hell, he thought, as he grabbed Chuck by the neck and crushed their lips together.
Their second first kiss was full with more pent up emotion and sobriety and as a result it was more memorably awkward with teeth clashing at the least opportune moments and maybe this was a bad idea and Chuck seemed to agree as he pulled away, even though Nate didn’t want him to.
But Chuck didn’t walk away instead he slowly sank to his knees and undid Nate’s pants.
Chuck Bass was not above sucking cock to get what he wanted, especially when sucking cock was what he wanted.
***
Chuck is awoken by the incessant ringing of his cell phone, though he leaves it to ring for awhile longer before finally picking up.
“Nathaniel. I thought you had nothing to say to me?” His voice is on the brink of chirpy.
Nate sounds like he hasn’t slept in days. “Have you checked my facebook recently?”
“You may not believe this but I have better things to do than stalk you via facebook.” Lies. “What’s happened?” He sounds genuinely confused.
“You really don’t know? Just check your emails and call me back.” He sounds so sure of himself not like it’s been days since they have spoken which is irritating, but Chuck nonetheless follows the instructions.
“Such a grainy photo, Nathaniel, it hardly looks like you at all.”
The photo in question clearly depicts Nate Archibald kissing a dark haired boy with the sea as their background, Nate’s face is visible while the other boy’s identity is hidden.
The photo is not tagged but judging by the hundreds of comments attached to it, it must have been in the past.
Chuck vaguely recognises the name of the album owner as a quiet girl from school.
“Chuck, do you realise what this means for me? My dad cannot find out, not now, and you are going to help me.” He trails off they as both know why Chuck is going to help him.
“No need to threaten me Nathaniel, it doesn’t suit you. But I will help, what are friends for?” His emphasis on the word ‘friends’ is thick.
They arrange to meet in the park, it is a neutral enough place.
***
Nate could not believe that Chuck was so good at giving blowjobs, he must have done this before, Nate wanted to remember to ask him about it later, but the sudden jealousy at the thought is extinguished along with all other thoughts as Chuck was fisting the base of his cock at the same as his tongue swirled around the head and oh fuck.
Nate tried to muffle his moans as even the mere sight of Chuck’s mouth stretched across his cock is enough to make him impossibly hard and this is forgetting the sensations.
He’s only done this a handful of times before and every time the snug heat and wetness and pressure come as a complete shock, and this time he hadn’t had to ask for it, unlike the girls Chuck seemed to be enjoying it and that really was all it took.
***
Chuck is sitting on a park bench, looking at passers by and feeling oddly happy, he is not sure how the conversation will proceed but at least Nate is speaking to him. Things are going according to plan. He is so lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t see Nate’s arrival.
“Hey.” Nate looks defeated and tired as he seats not too close on the bench.
Chuck doesn’t return the greeting.
“Okay, what we are going to do is simple, but it is going to work as long as you haven’t admitted anything to anyone.”
“Chuck, look, thanks. I didn’t know who else to turn to, it’s just that another rumour would have killed my dad and I didn’t want Blair to find out, not like this.”
Chuck has to swallow thickly. “I’d rather not talk about Blair if it is all the same to you.”
This pushes a button as Nate misinterprets. “No you are right, you probably still want her, tell me, did you imagine you were fucking her when it was me?”
Chuck is rather taken aback by that ridiculous insinuation. “Nathaniel.” He says, his voice dangerous. “Don’t push me, you wanted my help and I am here. You haven’t spoken to me in days and refuse to just fucking listen, do you even realise how hypocritical you are?”
“Me?” Nate is incredulous, but careful to not raise his voice, he is not going to create another scene. “After I told you how I feel about her, trusted you to find out who she was getting with, you were both probably laughing about it behind my back and then expect me to just forget about it! You betrayed me Chuck!” Nate feels lighter after saying this and looks up defiantly.
Chuck’s face has turned red in anger.
“I betrayed you, you entitled fuck! You do realise that anything that was between me and Blair took place after you broke up, unlike say the time you slept with her best friend, oh wait, and the time you slept with me! So think about who betrayed who Nathaniel and until then…” but he doesn’t finish his sentence as Nate punches him right on the nose.
It isn’t a particularly powerful punch, but it is on the nose and it fucking hurts.
“Ow! Ouch, what the hell!” Chuck is holding his bleeding nose, while Nate tries to apologise and hails them a cab.
Luckily for them, no one is there to witness that whole affair apart from a couple of fat pigeons who are frightened away by all the commotion.
***
Chuck felt incredibly stupid about watching Nate sleep but he woke up to drink some water and then he couldn’t take his eyes away from him. It is ridiculously clichéd and sentimental and really not appropriate behaviour for Chuck Bass, because he doesn’t do love.
Except Nate was different, Nate has always been there and has always been more important to him than girls and now he was sleeping and he looked so vulnerable and Chuck still remembered the taste of his come and the weight of his cock in his mouth and as he tucked the cover over him and felt in equal measures protective and stupid.
Fucking hell, for the first time in his life he really truly wanted more than a few fucks from someone, well second, but he tried not to think about Blair, she was not worth it. She never really wanted him, he was just her Nate replacement, and maybe she was his Nate replacement but Chuck had Nate now and he had no intension to share him with anyone, especially not Blair Waldorf.
***
Chuck makes the girl take the photo down, sends Gossip Girl an ‘original’ image identical to the Nate one with an unknown girl replacing him and an explanation that photoshop really is sinking too low when it comes to generating news. And he is sure the whole mess will fairly quickly be forgotten.
He is in the process of deleting the other incriminating photos, it wouldn’t do for anyone to discover them when there is a knock on the door.
After a final delete he opens the door of his room, to be faced with a nervous looking Nate.
He arches an eyebrow in question.
“I wanted to thank you Chuck.” Nate waits until finally Chuck nods him in and they both sit on the sofa.
“Your nose seemed to have healed.” Nate starts.
“Why? Are you planning on causing me any more bodily harm, this is getting old you know.” He sounds droll, but there is more to the question and they both know it.
“Chuck, I am really sorry. Things got a bit out of hand. Do you think you can forgive me?”
Nate’s begging reminds Chuck of other occasions where he’d begged and he has to will the heat to not go anywhere near his cock. He has a role to play and he has not yet finished it.
“I don’t know Nathaniel, are we friends now? What exactly do you want from me?”
“Yeah, friends, and I have been thinking about what you said before I punched you.” He is visibly squirming and perhaps there is hope yet. “I haven’t been honest with myself, and I wasn’t fair to you or Blair. Monaco wasn’t enough.”
“Are you getting all soppy on me now? Please. I have told you before, I care about you, now stop being sentimental or it’s my turn to punch you.”
But Chuck doesn’t punch him, he kisses him and he really should thank Dan for being such a good little boy and delivering that photo exactly like he was supposed to. And to think Humphrey actually thought he was helping Blair.
***
They spend the few days of winter break dining and swimming and having a lot of sex. It was as close to idyllic as it could be, as according to Nate it was going to be over soon.
Not that they ever breached that subject again. Chuck began to think that he’d been able to change Nate’s mind, the boy was clearly in need of sex and Chuck though it unlikely he would just give that up. And if Chuck wanted more than sex, well they were friends already what more could there be.
It was the best holiday that he has ever been on and as soon as they board the plane Nate kissed him, pulling away before he could properly respond.
“Why did that feel so much like a goodbye kiss, Nathaniel?”
“Because it has to be, this thing, whatever it is between us, has to stop.”
Chuck wanted to beg, to plead for his case, to agree to be Nate’s thing on the side but he did none of those things.
He nodded slowly and spend the rather long flight staring out of the window and planning exactly how to twist the situation to his advantage.
Because Chuck Bass doesn’t lose, he changes the rules of the game.
END
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