brooklyn // five.
title: through the hosiery
team: brooklyn
challenge: 03, smoke & ash
character/pairing: blair/chuck
rating: g
warnings: n/a
A thin stream of smoke filters into the blue light from the ornate ashtray. It’s a party; some nameless party behind the door to the locked bedroom. Chuck’s eyes are focused, head lolling to the side as he attempts to make shapes out of the abstract painting on the opposite wall to the bed he’s seated on. Blair is inches away, miles away, eyes ceiling-bent, fighting the obstinate tears collecting in the corners of her eyes. She can see diamonds through her watery eyes, and she knows that they’ve been reduced to this; this, smoke trailing into the dry air.
title: parting gift
team: brooklyn
challenge: 03, smoke & ash
character/pairing: blair/chuck
rating: nc17
warnings: n/a
Passion fuels each movement, lust boiling in Chuck’s eyes as his fingertips run the length of Blair’s arms, the curves of her hips. Smoke fumes from a cigarette between his lips, her dark locks fanned out over a pillow. Her eyes are closed; whether in shame or gratification, Chuck can’t be sure. His lips move to hers, cushiony, soft, and delicate. She moans when his fingers find her, when his fingers twist inside of her. She spreads out beautifully, legs arched at the knee, hands grasping at the sheets. He whispers smoky promises of a life. She asks for nothing.
title: the end of history
team: brooklyn
challenge: 03, smoke & ash
character/pairing: blair/serena
rating: nc17
warnings: n/a
Blair grabs a handful of Serena’s hair out of spite, lust, she doesn’t know what. She twists, teeth sinking into the glowing peak of a nipple, the moans falling from Serena’s swollen lips intoxicating. She lets her fingers meander from Serena’s hair, over the mountains of her collarbones, the incline of her throat. Serena’s legs are heavy wrapped around her, but here, atop Serena, she’s in control. She leaves kisses along her ribs, atop her navel, hands pushing at Blair’s shoulders. Serena snuffs out the candle on Blair’s bedpost, smoke curling in its place. She cries out; Blair only grins.
title: noble experiment
team: brooklyn
challenge: 03, smoke & ash
character/pairing: rufus/nate
rating: nc17
warnings: n/a
Nate can feel the heat burning his cheeks crimson. He can feel Rufus’s weight on top of him, hand pushing his face into the pillows, thrusting with smoldering fervor. He can feel his own erection straining beneath his own weight, leaking spots into Rufus’s blankets. He can feel Rufus’s knees against the back of his own, pinning him down. He can hear his grunts, warm against his back. And he can feel Rufus come, hard and warm, inside of him. The flicker of a flame lighting a smoky cigarette scrapes against his incapacitated senses; he stays face down, reluctant, drained.
title: living proof
team: brooklyn
challenge: 03, smoke & ash
character/pairing: chuck/eric
rating: nc17
warnings: n/a
Eric kisses Chuck violently, the taste of smoke heavy on his tongue. He doesn’t care that it’s the living room, that Serena or his mother could waltz home at any moment. Here, pressing his hands against the zipper of Chuck’s pants, he just wants him to stay. He pulls him to the sofa, on top of him, finally gets that damn zipper undone, hands digging for his prize, lying heavy and half-hard in Chuck’s underwear. Lumbering, hulking, Chuck winces and closes his eyes when Eric’s clammy hands reach over the waistband, make actual contact. Eric grins wistfully; he’s missed this.