Gossip Girl FF: Daniel in the Lion’s Den (Chuck/Dan/Nate, NC-17)
Reposting from oxoniensis's Porn Battle VI.
Title: Daniel in the Lion’s Den
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Chuck/Dan/Nate
Rating: NC-17
Length: 768 words
Disclaimer: All belongs to Josh Schwartz and the CW
Spoilers: Non-specific, but probably post-S1
Summary: Dan doesn't know why he's watching this. Prompt was hotel, originally here.
Dan has read Freud. Also Jung and Kinsey and a little Bowlby when he was particularly bored and friendless after Vanessa moved away. He knows about attachment issues and Oedipal complexes. He knows why impostor syndrome makes him feel like a fraud around these people, why he stands outside and watches, calling them the frauds instead. He just doesn’t know why he’s watching this.
Being sometimes friendly with Nate Archibald is a little like dating Serena van der Woodsen. You think that they’re basically, under all the spoiled-child trauma, mostly a good person. And then you look at their best friend and realise you’re missing something about either the good girl or the bad boy. Blair’s not always evil, but Chuck hasn’t shown any signs of redemption recently.
“Humphrey,” he drawls, not bothering to get up from his knees in front of Nate. “So glad you could drop by. Is this a social call or can your father just not afford the Playboy channel?”
Nate sighs, and Chuck looks up at him, and the pieces fit. Dan’s pretty sure no one’s ever looked at him like that. It’s raw lust and perfect, unthinking adoration. Unquenched want, as though Nate is something even the Bass finances can’t stretch to.
Chuck turns back towards Dan, licking shiny pre-come from his lips. He smirks. “Want in? We don’t normally slum but I’m sure Nathaniel would make an exception for you. He does so like to involve himself in the messes Serena makes.”
Nate hisses, “Chuck.”
It’s a warning whose only effect is to make Chuck stand and walk to Dan. Dan looks past him, to Nate, waving the books which were his purpose for coming. “You wanted…”
“I know,” Nate says, “Thanks. This wasn’t meant to-”
Chuck scoffs, and it pisses Dan off enough that he takes one angry step towards him. It only makes Chuck raise his eyebrow in challenge. It’s Dan’s own fault for walking into the lion’s den - he knew the address Nate gave him was Chuck’s suite. The air is heavy with sex and he doesn’t belong here but he was invited. Leaving the real world and entering the Twilight Zone, and that maybe is all the excuse he needs to answer Chuck with a kiss like a punch thrown.
They break for air and Chuck is still smirking. Dan covers Chuck’s crotch with his palm in a question.
Chuck laughs. “I was hard before you called the elevator, Humphrey, don’t delude yourself.”
Dan grinds the heel of his hand down, feeling Chuck thrust back towards him with a sharp sound. He wants, really wants, to make Chuck come hard in his designer slacks, back on the same level as the rest of the world. But instead his gaze drifts across the room, checking with Nate.
Nate is just watching them. Dan realises that he does that a lot, and wonders if he sees the same things Dan does. He can’t, not exactly, because Nate had realised what Gossip Girl herself had not - the son-of-Satan prince of the Upper East Side was dangerously, violently in love with his best friend.
Chuck is breathing hard, and it is the middle of the afternoon, but all the blinds are drawn. Nate steps out of his pants. He has an athlete’s body, all muscle and smooth lines. His warm “Hey, Dan” is as dangerous as anything Chuck has said or done.
Nate puts his hand on the small of Chuck’s back, pushing him towards Dan. He kisses Chuck’s neck and the three of them are close enough together that when Nate whispers, “I think we can work something out here”, the shiver passes through them all.
Dan knows why Chuck only ever calls Nate by his full name. He uses Nathaniel as a possessive, dripping with the casual confidence of the rich and powerful. When he’s being fucked he says ‘Nate’, again and again, catching his tongue on the T like the name alone could hurt him.
Chuck wraps his legs around Dan’s waist and his reaction to Nate’s thrusts push the two of them together. Nate reaches around Chuck and rubs his slick hand where their cocks slide together. He grabs Dan’s hand and presses him into the same pace. “You good?”
“Yeah,” he breathes, “I’m good.”
Chuck looks at him - actually at him this time - and bites ‘Dan’ into his shoulder.
*
Dan is sitting in the courtyard at school with his lunch. Chuck stalks his direction, Nate back to a silent shadow. Chuck lays his right arm flat along the breadth of Dan’s shoulders. He smiles. “Daniel.”
FIN
Title: Daniel in the Lion’s Den
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Chuck/Dan/Nate
Rating: NC-17
Length: 768 words
Disclaimer: All belongs to Josh Schwartz and the CW
Spoilers: Non-specific, but probably post-S1
Summary: Dan doesn't know why he's watching this. Prompt was hotel, originally here.
Dan has read Freud. Also Jung and Kinsey and a little Bowlby when he was particularly bored and friendless after Vanessa moved away. He knows about attachment issues and Oedipal complexes. He knows why impostor syndrome makes him feel like a fraud around these people, why he stands outside and watches, calling them the frauds instead. He just doesn’t know why he’s watching this.
Being sometimes friendly with Nate Archibald is a little like dating Serena van der Woodsen. You think that they’re basically, under all the spoiled-child trauma, mostly a good person. And then you look at their best friend and realise you’re missing something about either the good girl or the bad boy. Blair’s not always evil, but Chuck hasn’t shown any signs of redemption recently.
“Humphrey,” he drawls, not bothering to get up from his knees in front of Nate. “So glad you could drop by. Is this a social call or can your father just not afford the Playboy channel?”
Nate sighs, and Chuck looks up at him, and the pieces fit. Dan’s pretty sure no one’s ever looked at him like that. It’s raw lust and perfect, unthinking adoration. Unquenched want, as though Nate is something even the Bass finances can’t stretch to.
Chuck turns back towards Dan, licking shiny pre-come from his lips. He smirks. “Want in? We don’t normally slum but I’m sure Nathaniel would make an exception for you. He does so like to involve himself in the messes Serena makes.”
Nate hisses, “Chuck.”
It’s a warning whose only effect is to make Chuck stand and walk to Dan. Dan looks past him, to Nate, waving the books which were his purpose for coming. “You wanted…”
“I know,” Nate says, “Thanks. This wasn’t meant to-”
Chuck scoffs, and it pisses Dan off enough that he takes one angry step towards him. It only makes Chuck raise his eyebrow in challenge. It’s Dan’s own fault for walking into the lion’s den - he knew the address Nate gave him was Chuck’s suite. The air is heavy with sex and he doesn’t belong here but he was invited. Leaving the real world and entering the Twilight Zone, and that maybe is all the excuse he needs to answer Chuck with a kiss like a punch thrown.
They break for air and Chuck is still smirking. Dan covers Chuck’s crotch with his palm in a question.
Chuck laughs. “I was hard before you called the elevator, Humphrey, don’t delude yourself.”
Dan grinds the heel of his hand down, feeling Chuck thrust back towards him with a sharp sound. He wants, really wants, to make Chuck come hard in his designer slacks, back on the same level as the rest of the world. But instead his gaze drifts across the room, checking with Nate.
Nate is just watching them. Dan realises that he does that a lot, and wonders if he sees the same things Dan does. He can’t, not exactly, because Nate had realised what Gossip Girl herself had not - the son-of-Satan prince of the Upper East Side was dangerously, violently in love with his best friend.
Chuck is breathing hard, and it is the middle of the afternoon, but all the blinds are drawn. Nate steps out of his pants. He has an athlete’s body, all muscle and smooth lines. His warm “Hey, Dan” is as dangerous as anything Chuck has said or done.
Nate puts his hand on the small of Chuck’s back, pushing him towards Dan. He kisses Chuck’s neck and the three of them are close enough together that when Nate whispers, “I think we can work something out here”, the shiver passes through them all.
Dan knows why Chuck only ever calls Nate by his full name. He uses Nathaniel as a possessive, dripping with the casual confidence of the rich and powerful. When he’s being fucked he says ‘Nate’, again and again, catching his tongue on the T like the name alone could hurt him.
Chuck wraps his legs around Dan’s waist and his reaction to Nate’s thrusts push the two of them together. Nate reaches around Chuck and rubs his slick hand where their cocks slide together. He grabs Dan’s hand and presses him into the same pace. “You good?”
“Yeah,” he breathes, “I’m good.”
Chuck looks at him - actually at him this time - and bites ‘Dan’ into his shoulder.
*
Dan is sitting in the courtyard at school with his lunch. Chuck stalks his direction, Nate back to a silent shadow. Chuck lays his right arm flat along the breadth of Dan’s shoulders. He smiles. “Daniel.”
FIN