Compromising Positions: Chuck and Blair Caught in the Act
Title: Compromising Positions: Chuck and Blair Caught in the Act
Author: Abfan123 (Jessica)
Pairings/Characters: Chuck/Blair (others mentioned in this chapter)
Rating: M for Mature (smut, definitely, and humor…I think)
Chapter: 3/?
Word Count: 1,641
Spoilers: Season 2 finale
Summary: The third time Chuck and Blair were caught in the act was in Vienna, on a Louis XVI style armchair, in a shared hotel room.
“You two are boring,” Nate huffed as he settled into the antique tufted couch next to Chuck. His arms crossed against his chest as he stared into the television set across from them.
“We are not! It’s Roman Holiday Nate,” Blair replied indignantly from Chuck’s other side where she sat curled against him. “It’s Audrey, and it’s a classic.”
“Seriously? You flew four thousand miles, sat on an airplane for nine hours, just to watch Audrey movies?” Nate responded his frustration obviously growing. “C’mon Chuck let’s go out, get wasted, like old times,” Nate addressed his friend in hopes of having better luck.
“Nathaniel, we just landed two hours ago…” Chuck began. He felt Blair’s hand that had been in his lap slowly edging towards his manhood as he continued. “We’re tired and jet lagged. Why don’t you go out on your own and tomorrow our European threesome can start.” Thankfully, Nate was too self-absorbed to notice Blair’s hand was inches from the zipper on his Armani trousers.
“Fine, I’m going out,” Nate stood up from his place next to Chuck and turned towards his two friends. “You two have fun doing boring relationship people stuff,” he muttered angrily before stalking out the door.
Chuck quickly pulled Blair into his lap, forcing her to straddle his hips. “Finally, I thought he was never going to leave,” Chuck mumbled against her lips.
“Mmm…I know what you mean, the last two hours have been torture,” Blair trailed her mouth across Chuck’s jaw and down his neck to suck on the sensitive pulse point. She felt him reach for the zipper of her dress and she pulled away with a roguish smile on her lips. “Let me go slip into something more comfortable.”
When she moved to get up, Chuck dug his fingers into her hips, hold her against him. “I can think of something very comfortable for you to slip onto right here,” Chuck whispered before capturing her lips again.
Blair giggled and used his distraction as an opportunity to stand up. “Let me rephrase that,” she playfully swatted his hand away from her waist when he tried to pull her back. “I’m going to change into something naughty and you’re going to wait here patiently.”
“Something naughty?” Chuck laughed as he pulled at the hem of her dress, “did you bring your Constance uniform with you? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you in plaid.”
“Hmm, not exactly…” Blair replied as she made her way into the expansive suite’s master bedroom, “get comfortable, but don’t start without me.” She added with a wink before slamming the heavily carved oak door.
“Tease,” Chuck called after her with a wide smile on his face. He wandered back to the couch and sat down to flip through the hotel’s channels.
*xoxo*
After twenty minutes with no sign of Blair, Chuck got up from the couch and moved towards the door. He feared that she fell asleep inside and locked him out. Just as he raised his hand to pound on the door, it swung open to reveal his girlfriend in a full dominatrix costume.
Not realizing Chuck’s presence at the door, Blair shifted in the leather corset and pulled at the waistband of her skintight mini skirt. Feeling ready for a proper presentation, Blair looked up only to find Chuck’s wide-eyed stare looking back at her. Momentarily caught off guard, Blair pushed her body up to its full height, “get on the chair Chuck.” She commanded in her most sultry voice.
“You’re adorable,” Chuck responded with a lopsided grin. He loved the sex kitten in Blair.
She took a step closer to him to there were only inches between them, “I said get on the chair.” She tried to keep her voice steady and forceful, and knew she succeeded when a flicker of shock registered on Chuck’s features.
Chuck fell into the chair in his most relaxed and impassive pose; legs spread, one hand casually resting on the chair’s arm, and the other propped under his chin. “What next, mistress?” Chuck challenged with a smirk.
Blair approached him, her five-inch platform boots forcing her hips to sway sensually. She leaned forward, her hands on either side of him, “silence Chuck, no talking unless I say otherwise.”
Chuck sat forward, the breath from his lips tickling her ear. “Is there a safe word if the pleasure becomes…unbearable?” he whispered seductively.
She but her bottom lip, trying to control the flood of moisture between her legs, before choking out the word lollipop.
Chuck grabbed her chin and turned her face so he could access her sensitive neck. “How phallic princess,” he murmured against her flushed skin.
Blair quickly grabbed his hand that was on her face and tied the wrist to the ornate arm with a silk scarf he hadn’t noticed she was holding.
“What are you doing?” Chuck asked with trepidation seeping into his voice, as he reached out to undo the knot.
However, Blair was faster than he was and she snatched his hand midair before tying it down as well. “You mentioned how my scarves would come in handy the other day; I’m just following through on your suggestion…”
Chuck pulled at the Hermes shackles while glaring at his girlfriend. “I meant tying you up to my bed for a weekend, not this,” he hissed in response.
Blair shrugged noncommittally and moved into a kneeling position, deftly securing Chuck’s ankles to the chair’s legs.
“Blair, this isn’t funny,” as depraved as Chuck may have been, he was terrified by being out of control.
She ran her hands up his thighs and began opening his trousers. “Let me help you relax,” she whispered while pulling his Gucci belt from the loops. “And remember Chuck, silence…” Blair said dramatically while sliding down the zipper on his pants.
Chuck threw his head back and squeezed his eyes closed when her small hand made first contact with his swelling manhood. No matter how much he hated being out of control, Blair’s little stunt defiantly had him turned on.
The torturous scrape of Blair’s nails up and down the length of his hardening cock played across Chuck’s face, but he managed to follow her command and kept quiet. When his shaft was hard and throbbing, Blair fisted her hand around him and pulled him to his full and impressive length.
“It’s not a joystick princess,” Chuck muttered, his voice husky with lust and excitement.
Blair slid her tongue against the underside of the head, causing Chuck’s hips to involuntarily surge forward. “I said silence Chuck, am I going to have to gag you?”
He grunted in response when she wrapped her full lips around his swollen head. Pure electricity flowed from Blair’s mouth through his whole body. The silken restraints kept his hands out of her hair and his feet from massaging her sides, further heightening Chuck’s frustration. All of his thoughts ceased, however, when she took his full length into her mouth in one swallow. When her head began a steady bob, Chuck’s knuckles turned white gripping the arms of the chair.
*xoxo*
Blair could feel that her mouth was bringing him closer to release by the rippling of his muscles against her tongue. His heavy breathing had her so turned on that she couldn’t wait to get him off their chair and into bed so she could find some relief. All the years of induced vomiting finally came in handy when she let his cock slip down her throat as her hand caressed his sensitive sack. She was so focused on the task at hand that she barely registered the sound of an opening door behind her.
“Chuck, Blair, you’re never going to guess who I found!” Nate’s yell rang out through the foyer. One set of heavy footfalls coincide with the eager click of high heels. Nate saw them first, Blair’s face buried in his best friend’s crotch her fervent moans wrapped in obvious labor. Serena was looking at the ornate gold-gilded woodwork and admiring the high ceilings. His mouth fell open but he choked on the words.
“Blair!” Chuck shouted, surging his hips towards her, since they were the only mobile part of his body. She thought he was going to come until she heard Serena’s distinctive shriek. Her eyes widened as she pulled back, letting Chuck’s erection fall from her lips with a pop. Without another thought, she bolted from the living space and into the bedroom. With her eyes shielded, Serena followed her friend muttering terms of revulsion under her breath.
Nate stood awkwardly at the threshold to the living room trying not to make eye contact with Chuck, yet unsure of what to do with himself.
“Nathaniel, we both know it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, now would you kindly untie me,” Chuck said to his best friend, though he was slightly out of breath. When Nate came over to undo the binds, Chuck shook his head in disappointment. “Of all the women in this country, you manage to find my sister.” Still avoiding eye contact, Nate took a step back so Chuck could untie his legs and make himself presentable. “Well…” Chuck prompted when his pants and shirt were properly in place.
With a blush, creeping into his cheeks Nate finally caught his best friend’s probing gaze. “Yeah, we hooked up,” he replied sheepishly.
Chuck snickered as he ambled towards the bedroom, an obvious impediment in his normally smooth gait. “Hmph, at least one of us got some tonight.”
“Well you were in the race, you just didn’t make it to the finish line,” Nate answered with a smug satisfaction. He couldn’t control his laughter when Chuck shot him the finger.
AN: sorry for my long absence, hope the CB sexiness makes up for it!
Author: Abfan123 (Jessica)
Pairings/Characters: Chuck/Blair (others mentioned in this chapter)
Rating: M for Mature (smut, definitely, and humor…I think)
Chapter: 3/?
Word Count: 1,641
Spoilers: Season 2 finale
Summary: The third time Chuck and Blair were caught in the act was in Vienna, on a Louis XVI style armchair, in a shared hotel room.
“You two are boring,” Nate huffed as he settled into the antique tufted couch next to Chuck. His arms crossed against his chest as he stared into the television set across from them.
“We are not! It’s Roman Holiday Nate,” Blair replied indignantly from Chuck’s other side where she sat curled against him. “It’s Audrey, and it’s a classic.”
“Seriously? You flew four thousand miles, sat on an airplane for nine hours, just to watch Audrey movies?” Nate responded his frustration obviously growing. “C’mon Chuck let’s go out, get wasted, like old times,” Nate addressed his friend in hopes of having better luck.
“Nathaniel, we just landed two hours ago…” Chuck began. He felt Blair’s hand that had been in his lap slowly edging towards his manhood as he continued. “We’re tired and jet lagged. Why don’t you go out on your own and tomorrow our European threesome can start.” Thankfully, Nate was too self-absorbed to notice Blair’s hand was inches from the zipper on his Armani trousers.
“Fine, I’m going out,” Nate stood up from his place next to Chuck and turned towards his two friends. “You two have fun doing boring relationship people stuff,” he muttered angrily before stalking out the door.
Chuck quickly pulled Blair into his lap, forcing her to straddle his hips. “Finally, I thought he was never going to leave,” Chuck mumbled against her lips.
“Mmm…I know what you mean, the last two hours have been torture,” Blair trailed her mouth across Chuck’s jaw and down his neck to suck on the sensitive pulse point. She felt him reach for the zipper of her dress and she pulled away with a roguish smile on her lips. “Let me go slip into something more comfortable.”
When she moved to get up, Chuck dug his fingers into her hips, hold her against him. “I can think of something very comfortable for you to slip onto right here,” Chuck whispered before capturing her lips again.
Blair giggled and used his distraction as an opportunity to stand up. “Let me rephrase that,” she playfully swatted his hand away from her waist when he tried to pull her back. “I’m going to change into something naughty and you’re going to wait here patiently.”
“Something naughty?” Chuck laughed as he pulled at the hem of her dress, “did you bring your Constance uniform with you? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you in plaid.”
“Hmm, not exactly…” Blair replied as she made her way into the expansive suite’s master bedroom, “get comfortable, but don’t start without me.” She added with a wink before slamming the heavily carved oak door.
“Tease,” Chuck called after her with a wide smile on his face. He wandered back to the couch and sat down to flip through the hotel’s channels.
*xoxo*
After twenty minutes with no sign of Blair, Chuck got up from the couch and moved towards the door. He feared that she fell asleep inside and locked him out. Just as he raised his hand to pound on the door, it swung open to reveal his girlfriend in a full dominatrix costume.
Not realizing Chuck’s presence at the door, Blair shifted in the leather corset and pulled at the waistband of her skintight mini skirt. Feeling ready for a proper presentation, Blair looked up only to find Chuck’s wide-eyed stare looking back at her. Momentarily caught off guard, Blair pushed her body up to its full height, “get on the chair Chuck.” She commanded in her most sultry voice.
“You’re adorable,” Chuck responded with a lopsided grin. He loved the sex kitten in Blair.
She took a step closer to him to there were only inches between them, “I said get on the chair.” She tried to keep her voice steady and forceful, and knew she succeeded when a flicker of shock registered on Chuck’s features.
Chuck fell into the chair in his most relaxed and impassive pose; legs spread, one hand casually resting on the chair’s arm, and the other propped under his chin. “What next, mistress?” Chuck challenged with a smirk.
Blair approached him, her five-inch platform boots forcing her hips to sway sensually. She leaned forward, her hands on either side of him, “silence Chuck, no talking unless I say otherwise.”
Chuck sat forward, the breath from his lips tickling her ear. “Is there a safe word if the pleasure becomes…unbearable?” he whispered seductively.
She but her bottom lip, trying to control the flood of moisture between her legs, before choking out the word lollipop.
Chuck grabbed her chin and turned her face so he could access her sensitive neck. “How phallic princess,” he murmured against her flushed skin.
Blair quickly grabbed his hand that was on her face and tied the wrist to the ornate arm with a silk scarf he hadn’t noticed she was holding.
“What are you doing?” Chuck asked with trepidation seeping into his voice, as he reached out to undo the knot.
However, Blair was faster than he was and she snatched his hand midair before tying it down as well. “You mentioned how my scarves would come in handy the other day; I’m just following through on your suggestion…”
Chuck pulled at the Hermes shackles while glaring at his girlfriend. “I meant tying you up to my bed for a weekend, not this,” he hissed in response.
Blair shrugged noncommittally and moved into a kneeling position, deftly securing Chuck’s ankles to the chair’s legs.
“Blair, this isn’t funny,” as depraved as Chuck may have been, he was terrified by being out of control.
She ran her hands up his thighs and began opening his trousers. “Let me help you relax,” she whispered while pulling his Gucci belt from the loops. “And remember Chuck, silence…” Blair said dramatically while sliding down the zipper on his pants.
Chuck threw his head back and squeezed his eyes closed when her small hand made first contact with his swelling manhood. No matter how much he hated being out of control, Blair’s little stunt defiantly had him turned on.
The torturous scrape of Blair’s nails up and down the length of his hardening cock played across Chuck’s face, but he managed to follow her command and kept quiet. When his shaft was hard and throbbing, Blair fisted her hand around him and pulled him to his full and impressive length.
“It’s not a joystick princess,” Chuck muttered, his voice husky with lust and excitement.
Blair slid her tongue against the underside of the head, causing Chuck’s hips to involuntarily surge forward. “I said silence Chuck, am I going to have to gag you?”
He grunted in response when she wrapped her full lips around his swollen head. Pure electricity flowed from Blair’s mouth through his whole body. The silken restraints kept his hands out of her hair and his feet from massaging her sides, further heightening Chuck’s frustration. All of his thoughts ceased, however, when she took his full length into her mouth in one swallow. When her head began a steady bob, Chuck’s knuckles turned white gripping the arms of the chair.
*xoxo*
Blair could feel that her mouth was bringing him closer to release by the rippling of his muscles against her tongue. His heavy breathing had her so turned on that she couldn’t wait to get him off their chair and into bed so she could find some relief. All the years of induced vomiting finally came in handy when she let his cock slip down her throat as her hand caressed his sensitive sack. She was so focused on the task at hand that she barely registered the sound of an opening door behind her.
“Chuck, Blair, you’re never going to guess who I found!” Nate’s yell rang out through the foyer. One set of heavy footfalls coincide with the eager click of high heels. Nate saw them first, Blair’s face buried in his best friend’s crotch her fervent moans wrapped in obvious labor. Serena was looking at the ornate gold-gilded woodwork and admiring the high ceilings. His mouth fell open but he choked on the words.
“Blair!” Chuck shouted, surging his hips towards her, since they were the only mobile part of his body. She thought he was going to come until she heard Serena’s distinctive shriek. Her eyes widened as she pulled back, letting Chuck’s erection fall from her lips with a pop. Without another thought, she bolted from the living space and into the bedroom. With her eyes shielded, Serena followed her friend muttering terms of revulsion under her breath.
Nate stood awkwardly at the threshold to the living room trying not to make eye contact with Chuck, yet unsure of what to do with himself.
“Nathaniel, we both know it’s nothing you haven’t seen before, now would you kindly untie me,” Chuck said to his best friend, though he was slightly out of breath. When Nate came over to undo the binds, Chuck shook his head in disappointment. “Of all the women in this country, you manage to find my sister.” Still avoiding eye contact, Nate took a step back so Chuck could untie his legs and make himself presentable. “Well…” Chuck prompted when his pants and shirt were properly in place.
With a blush, creeping into his cheeks Nate finally caught his best friend’s probing gaze. “Yeah, we hooked up,” he replied sheepishly.
Chuck snickered as he ambled towards the bedroom, an obvious impediment in his normally smooth gait. “Hmph, at least one of us got some tonight.”
“Well you were in the race, you just didn’t make it to the finish line,” Nate answered with a smug satisfaction. He couldn’t control his laughter when Chuck shot him the finger.
AN: sorry for my long absence, hope the CB sexiness makes up for it!