My First Gossip Girl Fic
Title: mOBSCENE
Pairing(s): Chuck/Nate, mentions of Blair/Nate
Rating: 15+
Spoilers: Early Season 1
Warnings: Moderately Graphic Slash
Stolen Prompts from Ficathon list: Library, The Kama Sutra, Photo #1
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl, or any of its characters. They belong to the CW and other people. No infringement is intended.
Inspiration: mOBSCENE by marilyn Manson. It is the perfect theme song for Chuck Bass. Go to the embedded vid and listen to it. You'll see.
Nate sat at a table in the New York Public Library, typing away on his laptop. The table was covered in stacks of encyclopedias, printed out articles, and reference texts. The amassed materials had one common theme: Russia. Nate had a project due for history, and his usual half-assed approach wouldn’t cut it this time. If his parents weren’t going to pay for USC, he’d have to prove to Admissions that cross country and lacrosse weren’t his only assets. Which meant he needed to boost his grades, ace both the SATs and ACTs, and stay out of trouble.
Which is why he was totally and completely screwed.
The problem with being Chuck Bass’ best friend was that trouble tended to find you. And seduce you into ignoring your every inhibition. And make you want hope that trouble would follow you always, in a dogged and unrelenting manner.
So when Nate felt Chuck’s hands slide up his arms to gently squeeze his shoulders, breath laughing silently against the hairs on the back of his neck, Nate’s blood pressure skyrocketed, and his mouth twitched as if it couldn’t decide whether to smile or frown.
“Russia, huh? Nice.” Chuck’s words tickled Nate’s ear as he leaned over to examine the contents of the laptop’s screen.
“Yeah,” Nate was distracted by the feeling of Chuck’s thumbs, which were massaging small circles into his shoulders. It felt way better than it should have.
“I love Moscow,” Chuck sighed, straightening as he reached for the nearest chair. “The strippers there... mmm.” He laughed, reminiscent.
Nate forced a smile as his ear lamented the absence of Chuck’s warm breath.
Breaking free of his memories, Chuck changed the topic. “I got India. I swear our teachers have it in for me.”
“Sucks.”
Chuck’s brow furrowed as he examined his best friend with unparalleled scrutiny. “Feeling monosyllabic today, Nathaniel?” His sarcastic words did nothing to mask his concern. Nate blushed, but he had no retort, so he simply shrugged. Chuck leaned in close, forcing Nate to catch his gaze. This did not help with the blushing.
After a good ten seconds or so of deep eye-gazing, Nate cracked.
“What?” Wide eyed and innocent, that was Nate.
“What’s up with you, man?” Chuck’s finger’s traced invisible swirls into the skin of Nate’s forearm. It was making Nate lightheaded. “Why are you hiding out at the Public Library?”
Nate gulped. “I-”
A polyphonic ringing sounded, interrupting Nate’s confession. Nate dragged his eyes from Chuck’s as he pulled out his cell. “It’s-”
“Blair.” Chuck finished. “God, cut the leash already, would you?” Nate rolls his eyes at the remark as he brings his phone to his ear.
“Hey Blair.”
“Hi Sweetie. Where are you?”
“The New York Public Library. I’m trying to get a head start on a that history project I was telling you about.” The swirling fingers had somehow found their way to his neck.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I really need the grade. And since Chuck here is apparently determined to distract me to failure, I think this one’s gonna be a while.” That last part came out an octave higher as Chuck’s fingers began caressing his pulse point. Chuck’s smirk was even more evil than usual.
“Ugh, God he can be so annoying.” Nate marveled as Blair once again demonstrated her ability to switch her tone from condescending to doting in an instant. “Well, good luck. And don’t forget, we’re having brunch with my mother on Saturday.”
“I’ll be there.” Nate’s voice was falsely jovial as Chuck’s index finger stroked behind his ear.
“Bye Nate.” Nate replaced his phone in his pocket as Chuck returned his fingers to the nape of Nates neck, playing with his hair. Nate glanced around nervously. No one was watching. After a moment of internal battle, Nate allowed his eyes to flutter closed and shifted his head ever so slightly to allow Chuck better access to his throat, and, taking the hint, Chuck went back to grazing Nate’s neck with his fingertips.
“So,” Chuck purred, speeding up his ministrations. “Where are the two of you going?”
“Hmm?” Nate reluctantly lifted one eyelid to look at his best friend with lazy curiosity.
“Before, when you were on the phone, you said ‘I’ll be there.’ Where are you going to be, Nate?” Chuck’s beautiful fingertips were no longer moving, holding their place on his neck expectantly. Nate closed his eye again and slouched back.
“Saturday Brunch with Eleanor. I’d have invited you, but I value my neck.” Hint Hint “You’re not exactly diplomatic when you’re hung over.”
“What makes you think I’ll be hung over?” Fingers still not moving.
“Well, I plan on being hung over, and you are my best friend...” Chuck laughed and finally resumed digital movement. However, in stead of continuing the delicious rhythm from before, Chuck’s hand flattened against Nate’s sensitized skin and glided up, along the corner of his jaw, past his ear, and wound itself into Nate’s now messy hair. Eyes still closed, Nate felt rather than saw Chuck lean in close, breathing on his ear again.
“India awaits.” Chuck softly purred into Nate’s ear. Suddenly, the fingers and the warm air were gone. Nate shot his eyes open to find no traces of Chuck but the tingly warmth in the pit of his stomach.
It took an embarrassing fifteen seconds of blinking stupidly for Nate to figure out Chuck’s location. He used his laptop to access the library’s virtual card catalog. He then packed up his computer and papers, abandoning the books, swung his bag over his shoulder dand raced into the stacks. Books on India could be found in the 800s up. When Nate arrived, breathless and triumphant, to the appropriate section, he was rather miffed to note a distinct Lack of Chuck. For a minute, his heart dropped, until an idea hit him. Nate did a 180 and set a new course. No computer search needed this time, he’d known the way since he was 14.
Call Number 613.96 - The Kama Sutra.
Lo and behold, there stood Chuck in all his smirking glory, pretending to be skimming through some random book. Nate nearly tackled him, spinning him so that Chuck’s back was pressed against the bookshelf.
“Took you long enough”
“Shut Up, Chuck.” Nate, breathless and fire-eyed, commanded as his mouth attacked Chuck’s neck and earlobe desperately. His messenger bag was dropped to the floor; forgotten, along with Chuck’s decoy book. Chuck, however, remained docile, pressing light kisses on whatever skin was closest, one hand again tangled in Nate’s hair, rubbing soothing circles while his other braced Nate’s shoulder, helping him keep his balance.
Soon, Nate’s heart rate calmed to a steady pound, and he pulled himself from Chuck’s (Now very spit soaked and red) neck. After a moment of Nate panting, eyes blazing, their lips met it a rough, passionate kiss, tongues and teeth dueling. Nate’s hands cradled Chuck’s face. Chuck responded by tightening his grip on Nate’s thoroughly abused hair as his other hand made it’s way down Nate’s chest. It came to grasp his hip, thumb massaging circles dangerously close to Nate’s groin but not quite there. Nate moaned into Chuck’s mouth, and Chuck’s hand closed the distance.
Chuck was now touching Nate through his agonizingly tight jeans. Nate’s hips bucked in surprise at the sensation, and Nate’s teeth crashed into Chuck’s as he almost choked on his own tongue. Gasping for air, Nate pulled out of the kiss to stare at Chuck with hazy, bewildered eyes. Snickering, Chuck pounced, sucking hard on Nate’s pulse point while simultaneously stroking Nate through his jeans at a very fast pace, his other hand at the small of Nate’s back to help him stay upright.
Nate moaned, any thoughts of reciprocating driven from his mind. Instead he bit down on Chuck’s shoulder (shirt and all) to keep from crying out as Chuck drove closer and closer to the edge.
“What are you doing? ” A shrill voice interrupted their not-so-private moment. Nate pulled himself reluctantly from Chuck’s arms to find himself being stared down by a stern-faced librarian. Talk about a mood killer.
Chuck untangled himself from a now flaccid and panicky Nate, then turned to face the intruder, eyebrow cocked.
“Hey, Coitus Interruptus, get the fuck out of here.” Snarly was not Chuck’s best facial expression, but that protective glint in his eyes always got Nate hot and bothered.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” The Not-So-Sexy Librarian demanded.
“He’s Chuck Bmmmph!” Nate squealed as Chuck clapped a hand over his mouth to silence him. Nate became overcome with what can only be called giggles. As they subsided, a naughty idea flashed through Nate’s mind. He sucked Chuck’s fingers into his mouth, causing Chuck to curse and snatch his hand back, pupils dialated.
“We’re going,” Chuck announced snatching Nate’s bag and the book from the floor. He tossed the book at the librarian, missing narrowly. It landed behind her, and while she was reaching for it, Chuck and Nate made their getaway, Chuck dragging Nate by the collar. He did not release Nate until they were safe in the back of his limo.
Chuck immediately had Nate pressed back against the wall of the limo, mouths crushed together, Chuck’s hand immediately resuming its previous position between Nate’s legs.
“What the hell would possess you to tell that woman my name?” Chuck hissed.
Nate smirked “Well, I figured it was only fair to fill the poor woman in on what she was getting herself into. New York Times subscribers find your last name rather intimidating.”
Chuck Laughed.
AN: Please Remember to Review.
Link to Sequel
Pairing(s): Chuck/Nate, mentions of Blair/Nate
Rating: 15+
Spoilers: Early Season 1
Warnings: Moderately Graphic Slash
Stolen Prompts from Ficathon list: Library, The Kama Sutra, Photo #1
Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl, or any of its characters. They belong to the CW and other people. No infringement is intended.
Inspiration: mOBSCENE by marilyn Manson. It is the perfect theme song for Chuck Bass. Go to the embedded vid and listen to it. You'll see.
Nate sat at a table in the New York Public Library, typing away on his laptop. The table was covered in stacks of encyclopedias, printed out articles, and reference texts. The amassed materials had one common theme: Russia. Nate had a project due for history, and his usual half-assed approach wouldn’t cut it this time. If his parents weren’t going to pay for USC, he’d have to prove to Admissions that cross country and lacrosse weren’t his only assets. Which meant he needed to boost his grades, ace both the SATs and ACTs, and stay out of trouble.
Which is why he was totally and completely screwed.
The problem with being Chuck Bass’ best friend was that trouble tended to find you. And seduce you into ignoring your every inhibition. And make you want hope that trouble would follow you always, in a dogged and unrelenting manner.
So when Nate felt Chuck’s hands slide up his arms to gently squeeze his shoulders, breath laughing silently against the hairs on the back of his neck, Nate’s blood pressure skyrocketed, and his mouth twitched as if it couldn’t decide whether to smile or frown.
“Russia, huh? Nice.” Chuck’s words tickled Nate’s ear as he leaned over to examine the contents of the laptop’s screen.
“Yeah,” Nate was distracted by the feeling of Chuck’s thumbs, which were massaging small circles into his shoulders. It felt way better than it should have.
“I love Moscow,” Chuck sighed, straightening as he reached for the nearest chair. “The strippers there... mmm.” He laughed, reminiscent.
Nate forced a smile as his ear lamented the absence of Chuck’s warm breath.
Breaking free of his memories, Chuck changed the topic. “I got India. I swear our teachers have it in for me.”
“Sucks.”
Chuck’s brow furrowed as he examined his best friend with unparalleled scrutiny. “Feeling monosyllabic today, Nathaniel?” His sarcastic words did nothing to mask his concern. Nate blushed, but he had no retort, so he simply shrugged. Chuck leaned in close, forcing Nate to catch his gaze. This did not help with the blushing.
After a good ten seconds or so of deep eye-gazing, Nate cracked.
“What?” Wide eyed and innocent, that was Nate.
“What’s up with you, man?” Chuck’s finger’s traced invisible swirls into the skin of Nate’s forearm. It was making Nate lightheaded. “Why are you hiding out at the Public Library?”
Nate gulped. “I-”
A polyphonic ringing sounded, interrupting Nate’s confession. Nate dragged his eyes from Chuck’s as he pulled out his cell. “It’s-”
“Blair.” Chuck finished. “God, cut the leash already, would you?” Nate rolls his eyes at the remark as he brings his phone to his ear.
“Hey Blair.”
“Hi Sweetie. Where are you?”
“The New York Public Library. I’m trying to get a head start on a that history project I was telling you about.” The swirling fingers had somehow found their way to his neck.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, I really need the grade. And since Chuck here is apparently determined to distract me to failure, I think this one’s gonna be a while.” That last part came out an octave higher as Chuck’s fingers began caressing his pulse point. Chuck’s smirk was even more evil than usual.
“Ugh, God he can be so annoying.” Nate marveled as Blair once again demonstrated her ability to switch her tone from condescending to doting in an instant. “Well, good luck. And don’t forget, we’re having brunch with my mother on Saturday.”
“I’ll be there.” Nate’s voice was falsely jovial as Chuck’s index finger stroked behind his ear.
“Bye Nate.” Nate replaced his phone in his pocket as Chuck returned his fingers to the nape of Nates neck, playing with his hair. Nate glanced around nervously. No one was watching. After a moment of internal battle, Nate allowed his eyes to flutter closed and shifted his head ever so slightly to allow Chuck better access to his throat, and, taking the hint, Chuck went back to grazing Nate’s neck with his fingertips.
“So,” Chuck purred, speeding up his ministrations. “Where are the two of you going?”
“Hmm?” Nate reluctantly lifted one eyelid to look at his best friend with lazy curiosity.
“Before, when you were on the phone, you said ‘I’ll be there.’ Where are you going to be, Nate?” Chuck’s beautiful fingertips were no longer moving, holding their place on his neck expectantly. Nate closed his eye again and slouched back.
“Saturday Brunch with Eleanor. I’d have invited you, but I value my neck.” Hint Hint “You’re not exactly diplomatic when you’re hung over.”
“What makes you think I’ll be hung over?” Fingers still not moving.
“Well, I plan on being hung over, and you are my best friend...” Chuck laughed and finally resumed digital movement. However, in stead of continuing the delicious rhythm from before, Chuck’s hand flattened against Nate’s sensitized skin and glided up, along the corner of his jaw, past his ear, and wound itself into Nate’s now messy hair. Eyes still closed, Nate felt rather than saw Chuck lean in close, breathing on his ear again.
“India awaits.” Chuck softly purred into Nate’s ear. Suddenly, the fingers and the warm air were gone. Nate shot his eyes open to find no traces of Chuck but the tingly warmth in the pit of his stomach.
It took an embarrassing fifteen seconds of blinking stupidly for Nate to figure out Chuck’s location. He used his laptop to access the library’s virtual card catalog. He then packed up his computer and papers, abandoning the books, swung his bag over his shoulder dand raced into the stacks. Books on India could be found in the 800s up. When Nate arrived, breathless and triumphant, to the appropriate section, he was rather miffed to note a distinct Lack of Chuck. For a minute, his heart dropped, until an idea hit him. Nate did a 180 and set a new course. No computer search needed this time, he’d known the way since he was 14.
Call Number 613.96 - The Kama Sutra.
Lo and behold, there stood Chuck in all his smirking glory, pretending to be skimming through some random book. Nate nearly tackled him, spinning him so that Chuck’s back was pressed against the bookshelf.
“Took you long enough”
“Shut Up, Chuck.” Nate, breathless and fire-eyed, commanded as his mouth attacked Chuck’s neck and earlobe desperately. His messenger bag was dropped to the floor; forgotten, along with Chuck’s decoy book. Chuck, however, remained docile, pressing light kisses on whatever skin was closest, one hand again tangled in Nate’s hair, rubbing soothing circles while his other braced Nate’s shoulder, helping him keep his balance.
Soon, Nate’s heart rate calmed to a steady pound, and he pulled himself from Chuck’s (Now very spit soaked and red) neck. After a moment of Nate panting, eyes blazing, their lips met it a rough, passionate kiss, tongues and teeth dueling. Nate’s hands cradled Chuck’s face. Chuck responded by tightening his grip on Nate’s thoroughly abused hair as his other hand made it’s way down Nate’s chest. It came to grasp his hip, thumb massaging circles dangerously close to Nate’s groin but not quite there. Nate moaned into Chuck’s mouth, and Chuck’s hand closed the distance.
Chuck was now touching Nate through his agonizingly tight jeans. Nate’s hips bucked in surprise at the sensation, and Nate’s teeth crashed into Chuck’s as he almost choked on his own tongue. Gasping for air, Nate pulled out of the kiss to stare at Chuck with hazy, bewildered eyes. Snickering, Chuck pounced, sucking hard on Nate’s pulse point while simultaneously stroking Nate through his jeans at a very fast pace, his other hand at the small of Nate’s back to help him stay upright.
Nate moaned, any thoughts of reciprocating driven from his mind. Instead he bit down on Chuck’s shoulder (shirt and all) to keep from crying out as Chuck drove closer and closer to the edge.
“What are you doing? ” A shrill voice interrupted their not-so-private moment. Nate pulled himself reluctantly from Chuck’s arms to find himself being stared down by a stern-faced librarian. Talk about a mood killer.
Chuck untangled himself from a now flaccid and panicky Nate, then turned to face the intruder, eyebrow cocked.
“Hey, Coitus Interruptus, get the fuck out of here.” Snarly was not Chuck’s best facial expression, but that protective glint in his eyes always got Nate hot and bothered.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” The Not-So-Sexy Librarian demanded.
“He’s Chuck Bmmmph!” Nate squealed as Chuck clapped a hand over his mouth to silence him. Nate became overcome with what can only be called giggles. As they subsided, a naughty idea flashed through Nate’s mind. He sucked Chuck’s fingers into his mouth, causing Chuck to curse and snatch his hand back, pupils dialated.
“We’re going,” Chuck announced snatching Nate’s bag and the book from the floor. He tossed the book at the librarian, missing narrowly. It landed behind her, and while she was reaching for it, Chuck and Nate made their getaway, Chuck dragging Nate by the collar. He did not release Nate until they were safe in the back of his limo.
Chuck immediately had Nate pressed back against the wall of the limo, mouths crushed together, Chuck’s hand immediately resuming its previous position between Nate’s legs.
“What the hell would possess you to tell that woman my name?” Chuck hissed.
Nate smirked “Well, I figured it was only fair to fill the poor woman in on what she was getting herself into. New York Times subscribers find your last name rather intimidating.”
Chuck Laughed.
AN: Please Remember to Review.
Link to Sequel