Gossip Girl Fanfic: Some Competition (NC-17; Dan/Nate)
Title: Some Competition
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dan/Nate
Disclaimer: I wish that I could own these characters and the boys that portray them but alas, I do not.
Spoilers: Georgina's hijinks and their effect on Serena.
Warnings: Slash, Sex.
Summary: Dan feels threatened by Nate with Serena so he takes to competition to the field.
Author's Note: As always, comments are greatly appreciated! Critique and criticism is also welcome. Also, why is there a complete lack of Dan/[other boy] around? :(
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Where the Constance girls played lacrosse, the St. Jude boys played soccer. It was something that Dan Humphrey chose to not excel in, mostly due to the impressive stamina of Nate Archibald. He played nonetheless, trying his hardest to not exert himself too much. So it was an odd sort of event this spring afternoon, that Dan found himself pushing himself- sprinting to meet Nate and steal victory from him.
At ten minutes in, Dan was starting to feel the adrenaline rush. He gritted his teeth as his legs burned from a slide. But it was worth it; Nate’s face ate delicious wet grass. Dan pushed himself off the ground and reached down to offer his sort-of-rival a hand.
“Sorry about that,” said the Humphrey.
Nate grabbed Dan’s hand and steadied himself. “No problem. Playing dirty today?”
“Just feeling competitive,” he replied and chuckled.
Nate smiled as they started again, running across the field to catch their teammates. At about twenty minutes in, Nate had scored twice. He high-fived Chuck as he made his second, giving Dan a mocking glance.
Dan raised an eyebrow and chuckled. Just watch me kick your ass, Archibald, he thought.
At thirty minutes, the score was tied and both guys were running out of steam. Dan’s legs burned and Nate had a few bruises he hadn’t expected. They jogged for the remaining ten or so minutes, neither taking the lead.
When the coach called time, Dan collapsed on the pitch, breathing heavily. He closed his eyes, his lungs engulfed in fire and his legs numb. His teeth hurt from the grinding pressure. He was sweating. And for a Humphrey man, it wasn’t a bad look at all. How do you think Rufus snared Lily?
He dozed off for a few moments, before someone stood over him. He opened an eye, and saw Nate blocking the sun. “I can’t believe you kept up.”
“Shut up. I’m tired and gross.”
“Well, my dad always said that it’s worth the aches and pains if you pushed yourself to your limits.”
Dan sat up and Nate sat down, stretching his sore muscles. “My dad said that the girls dig the sweaty grungy look,” Dan replied with a chuckle. “I think Serena would sooner date Chuck than smell this all day.”
“Don’t count on it. She’s fallen for you pretty badly,” Nate replied, a little sadness in his voice. “Either way, thanks for giving me a good run for my money. Most of the guys don’t do that anymore.”
“Yeah, most guys know that you can’t outrun, outplay, and out-endure the Nathaniel Archibald.”
“But you did, or well, got pretty close.”
“I have no idea why.”
In the distance, the last bell of the day rang and Dan groaned. “Well, I can’t meet Serena like this.”
“Let’s hit the showers then.”
Nate got up and Dan followed as they walked across the pitch toward the locker room. As they walked, Dan felt more tired. The sweat made his shirt stick to his skin. Nate’s reacted in a similar fashion, but they kept the chatter to a minimum. Walking and talking expended more energy than either of them really had at the moment.
The locker room was mostly empty. Truth be told, the last of their classmates were leaving as they entered. Dan went over to his locker, cracked it opened, grabbed a towel and walked over to the showers.
St. Jude had the money for separate showers as opposed to the communal ones most high schools preferred, but the showers were suited for up to two to three at a time to conserve water. Dan started up one jet, turning the hot water all the way up. At home, the showers were usually the cold kind. Jenny liked to take long luxurious showers.
Dan stripped down, laid his clothes on the bench nearby and stepped in. The water felt good on his skin. He ran a hand through his hair as heat soothed his aching muscles. He’d be pretty sore tomorrow. He closed his eyes as the steam built up. Why did Nate have to be everyone’s model of a perfect St. Jude boy? What exactly did his money say that his own perseverance and skill didn’t say?
The questions continued as he reached for the soap dispenser to get some shampoo.
“Mind if we share?”
Dan opened his eyes. Nate stood there, towel over his shoulder. His shirt still clung to his chest, his shorts looking more or less like the grass on the field. “Sure, it’s kind of hot though.”
“No problem. If Chuck didn’t take so long in the bathroom, I’d probably not enjoy them so much.”
“You too?”
“Huh?”
“Jenny likes to take her sweet time. Something about keeping up with appearances.”
“She’s a good one, your sister. Let’s hope she doesn’t become Blair.”
“Well, it’s starting to look like it. Gossip Girl’s starting to talk a lot about her.”
Nate chuckled as he rinsed his hair. “You read Gossip Girl?”
“Who doesn’t? I’m Lonely Boy, N.”
“Not lonely any more, right?”
“I’m not sure. Sometimes, Serena’s there and sometimes she’s not. She’s like a butterfly. Beautiful, ephemeral.” Dan washed out the shampoo. He kept his eyes strictly forward.
“That’s Serena for you. Better than Blair, which is why I guess I fell for her. She’s everything Blair’s not. Wild, whimsical, and definitely not the craziest bitch in town. You guys are good together.”
“Thanks for the bout of confidence. It’s surprising coming from you.”
“I try.”
“So if you think we’re so good together, why are you telling me? I’m fairly sure you’re still in love with her. I’m not that stupid.”
“There’s something that’s been bothering me lately and I figured I could talk to you about it.”
“What? Why not Chuck?”
“I know exactly what Chuck would say and it’s his advice I want.” Dan washed off the soap from his body. Nate looked at him as Dan’s face went under the nozzle. He looked good wet. Where Nate was toned, Dan looked built. And he was looked really hot.
“So? What did you want to know?”
Dan opened his eyes and looked at Nate when he didn’t respond immediately. Nate looked smooth wet. He was lean and the water ran down his abs smoothly. Nate took a step toward Dan and Dan took a step back, caught by the wall. “Dude, you’re scaring me.”
Nate pressed forward and pressed his lips to Dan’s. Dan raised an eyebrow. Looking at the stud of St. Jude’s, he was pretty sure this was a joke. He opened his mouth to say something when Nate pressed himself against Dan.
His tongue darted into Dan’s mouth. Nate held Dan’s wrists against the shower wall. Okay. That wasn’t a joke. Neither was the stifled groan as Dan pushed forward to try and escape. Yeah, Nate’s dick was definitely not soft.
He felt himself relax and kiss Nate back as the rich boy let go of his wrists. Fuck he was hot. The steam from the water fogged up the shower. No one could really see anything, so he went with it. Alright, I’m a little curious, Dan thought as he aggressively pushed back against Nate. He broke their kiss for a second. Looked at Nate. And then he kissed him, pressing his tongue into Nate’s mouth. Nate sucked on Dan’s tongue, his erection grinding between them.
Nate broke the kiss this time, groaning into Dan’s ear as Dan reached around the stud and grabbed his ass. This was sort of new territory but he had a feeling it worked like usual.
“So, what Chuck doesn’t know, is when someone gets competitive, I get competitive.”
“So?” One of Dan’s hands kneaded Nate’s ass, the other trailed his back.
“I get fucking horny when the adrenaline gets going.”
“I noticed.” Dan growled into Nate’s ear as one little finger teased Nate’s asshole. “So you do guys?”
“Not really. Just-” Dan pressed the finger inside. “Fuck. Just a few guys on the team.” He paused.
“Who else?” Dan pushed the finger in further. His own cock was stiff. This was pretty kinky for him. Sex with Serena was kinky enough. This was a different ball-game, no pun intended.
“Chuck.” Nate closed his eyes as Dan fingered him.
Dan pulled his finger out. “Did he do this?” He thrust it back in, grinding his own cock against Nate’s.
“No. We” he moaned. “haven’t done much. I just- oh fuck- sucked him one night.”
Dan pushed Nate onto the wall, his ass pointing outward, his face toward the wall. Dan pulled his finger out. “You sure you want to…”
“Get fucked? I’m horny, Dan. I’m not stupid.”
As he said that he felt the tip of Dan’s long cock tease his asshole. Dan awkwardly stroked Nate’s average cock. He breathed heavily on Nate’s neck. “You’re weird, N. I’m pretty good at reading people, but you’re the one book I can’t make head or tails. Let’s see if I get the tail end right.”
Cheesy. But as he said it, he pressed his cock forward. The head of his cock pushed through. Fuck, Nate was tight. “Keep going.”
I wonder, Dan thought. He held his dick there for a moment, still slowly stroking Nate’s cock. He let go, feeling Nate’s pecs down this abs, running his fingers across smooth muscle before resting on his hips. The feel was definitely different. Definitely not like Serena.
He gritted his teeth for probably the hundredth time that day, and thrust forward, hard, pushing his cock the entire way. Nate stifled a shout. Holy shit, that felt good, Dan thought. Nate echoed him. “Definitely, keep going,” Nate grunted.
Dan started to thrust hard and erratically. Fucking was still new to him, but damn did this feel good. Nate’s cock pulsed in Dan’s hands. Dan stopped stroking Nate; he grabbed the stud’s shoulders and began to pump rhythmically. It was a lot better with a firm grip.
Nate grunted as Dan began to speed up. Every minute or so, Dan would slow down. He’d pull out, nearly all the way, half of the head still inside, and slowly thrust back inside. These strokes were slow and deep and they teased Nate so badly. His cock was dripping pre-cum. Fuck, why was Dan so good at this? Serena was lucky, if she ever got her head together again.
Dan stopped for a moment, breathing heavily. He pulled his cock out, precum trailing his exit. A strand connected Nate’s ass and Dan’s long cock. “Hold on tight, N.” He thrust hard back into Nate’s hole and repeated the motion several times. Nate cried out. Already weak in the knees, Nate started to slide to the ground, unable to hold himself up. Dan kept pounding into Nate.
Nate lay on the ground, his hole pulsing for a few seconds before Dan’s cock came back for another round. Dan lay on top of Nate, thrusting quickly, grinding Nate’s steel erection into the tile. Nate was about to shoot.
“Fuck. I’m gonna cum. Fuck.” He gasped between pants. Dan thrust slowly and sensually into the one place that had been making Nate squirm the entire time. He turned onto his side, and pulled Nate up to spoon him as he kept fucking. His fingers teased the head of the soccer stud’s cock.
“Cum,” Dan commanded. His voice was rough, animalistic. His dick teased Nate twice more, before he thrust hard into the perfect spot. As he pushed hard and fast, he stroked down on Nate’s cock.
Nate choked as he came. Cum dribbled out of his cock- he wasn’t a shooter. But he shot a lot into Dan’s hand who kept stroking. Nate’s ass clenched down on Dan’s cock.
“Where do you want me to cum?” Dan growled into Nate’s ear. Nate didn’t have the breath or the time to respond. Dan started to cum in Nate’s ass. He pressed the Archibald into the ground, his ass up in the air. His cock thrust quickly, in and out, each stroke teasing the cum out of the Humphrey cock.
Nate felt him shoot, and grinded against him. They breathed heavily. Dan just lay on Nate, looking at his hand. He brought it to his mouth and licked a bit of it. His face screwed up. Not doing that thing again, he decided.
His cock throbbed in Nate’s ass. He was still hard. He and Serena usually went for thirds and his abs were usually killing him by the time they were done.
“Thanks for…” Nate paused. Dan’s cock was still very much hard. He had just thrust again.
“For what?” Dan asked, slowly grinding his hips again.
“For being my first top.” Nate blushed, but Dan didn’t see it. In fact, he didn’t hear the response. He had just started to fuck again and Nate growled as his cock came right back to life.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Dan/Nate
Disclaimer: I wish that I could own these characters and the boys that portray them but alas, I do not.
Spoilers: Georgina's hijinks and their effect on Serena.
Warnings: Slash, Sex.
Summary: Dan feels threatened by Nate with Serena so he takes to competition to the field.
Author's Note: As always, comments are greatly appreciated! Critique and criticism is also welcome. Also, why is there a complete lack of Dan/[other boy] around? :(
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Where the Constance girls played lacrosse, the St. Jude boys played soccer. It was something that Dan Humphrey chose to not excel in, mostly due to the impressive stamina of Nate Archibald. He played nonetheless, trying his hardest to not exert himself too much. So it was an odd sort of event this spring afternoon, that Dan found himself pushing himself- sprinting to meet Nate and steal victory from him.
At ten minutes in, Dan was starting to feel the adrenaline rush. He gritted his teeth as his legs burned from a slide. But it was worth it; Nate’s face ate delicious wet grass. Dan pushed himself off the ground and reached down to offer his sort-of-rival a hand.
“Sorry about that,” said the Humphrey.
Nate grabbed Dan’s hand and steadied himself. “No problem. Playing dirty today?”
“Just feeling competitive,” he replied and chuckled.
Nate smiled as they started again, running across the field to catch their teammates. At about twenty minutes in, Nate had scored twice. He high-fived Chuck as he made his second, giving Dan a mocking glance.
Dan raised an eyebrow and chuckled. Just watch me kick your ass, Archibald, he thought.
At thirty minutes, the score was tied and both guys were running out of steam. Dan’s legs burned and Nate had a few bruises he hadn’t expected. They jogged for the remaining ten or so minutes, neither taking the lead.
When the coach called time, Dan collapsed on the pitch, breathing heavily. He closed his eyes, his lungs engulfed in fire and his legs numb. His teeth hurt from the grinding pressure. He was sweating. And for a Humphrey man, it wasn’t a bad look at all. How do you think Rufus snared Lily?
He dozed off for a few moments, before someone stood over him. He opened an eye, and saw Nate blocking the sun. “I can’t believe you kept up.”
“Shut up. I’m tired and gross.”
“Well, my dad always said that it’s worth the aches and pains if you pushed yourself to your limits.”
Dan sat up and Nate sat down, stretching his sore muscles. “My dad said that the girls dig the sweaty grungy look,” Dan replied with a chuckle. “I think Serena would sooner date Chuck than smell this all day.”
“Don’t count on it. She’s fallen for you pretty badly,” Nate replied, a little sadness in his voice. “Either way, thanks for giving me a good run for my money. Most of the guys don’t do that anymore.”
“Yeah, most guys know that you can’t outrun, outplay, and out-endure the Nathaniel Archibald.”
“But you did, or well, got pretty close.”
“I have no idea why.”
In the distance, the last bell of the day rang and Dan groaned. “Well, I can’t meet Serena like this.”
“Let’s hit the showers then.”
Nate got up and Dan followed as they walked across the pitch toward the locker room. As they walked, Dan felt more tired. The sweat made his shirt stick to his skin. Nate’s reacted in a similar fashion, but they kept the chatter to a minimum. Walking and talking expended more energy than either of them really had at the moment.
The locker room was mostly empty. Truth be told, the last of their classmates were leaving as they entered. Dan went over to his locker, cracked it opened, grabbed a towel and walked over to the showers.
St. Jude had the money for separate showers as opposed to the communal ones most high schools preferred, but the showers were suited for up to two to three at a time to conserve water. Dan started up one jet, turning the hot water all the way up. At home, the showers were usually the cold kind. Jenny liked to take long luxurious showers.
Dan stripped down, laid his clothes on the bench nearby and stepped in. The water felt good on his skin. He ran a hand through his hair as heat soothed his aching muscles. He’d be pretty sore tomorrow. He closed his eyes as the steam built up. Why did Nate have to be everyone’s model of a perfect St. Jude boy? What exactly did his money say that his own perseverance and skill didn’t say?
The questions continued as he reached for the soap dispenser to get some shampoo.
“Mind if we share?”
Dan opened his eyes. Nate stood there, towel over his shoulder. His shirt still clung to his chest, his shorts looking more or less like the grass on the field. “Sure, it’s kind of hot though.”
“No problem. If Chuck didn’t take so long in the bathroom, I’d probably not enjoy them so much.”
“You too?”
“Huh?”
“Jenny likes to take her sweet time. Something about keeping up with appearances.”
“She’s a good one, your sister. Let’s hope she doesn’t become Blair.”
“Well, it’s starting to look like it. Gossip Girl’s starting to talk a lot about her.”
Nate chuckled as he rinsed his hair. “You read Gossip Girl?”
“Who doesn’t? I’m Lonely Boy, N.”
“Not lonely any more, right?”
“I’m not sure. Sometimes, Serena’s there and sometimes she’s not. She’s like a butterfly. Beautiful, ephemeral.” Dan washed out the shampoo. He kept his eyes strictly forward.
“That’s Serena for you. Better than Blair, which is why I guess I fell for her. She’s everything Blair’s not. Wild, whimsical, and definitely not the craziest bitch in town. You guys are good together.”
“Thanks for the bout of confidence. It’s surprising coming from you.”
“I try.”
“So if you think we’re so good together, why are you telling me? I’m fairly sure you’re still in love with her. I’m not that stupid.”
“There’s something that’s been bothering me lately and I figured I could talk to you about it.”
“What? Why not Chuck?”
“I know exactly what Chuck would say and it’s his advice I want.” Dan washed off the soap from his body. Nate looked at him as Dan’s face went under the nozzle. He looked good wet. Where Nate was toned, Dan looked built. And he was looked really hot.
“So? What did you want to know?”
Dan opened his eyes and looked at Nate when he didn’t respond immediately. Nate looked smooth wet. He was lean and the water ran down his abs smoothly. Nate took a step toward Dan and Dan took a step back, caught by the wall. “Dude, you’re scaring me.”
Nate pressed forward and pressed his lips to Dan’s. Dan raised an eyebrow. Looking at the stud of St. Jude’s, he was pretty sure this was a joke. He opened his mouth to say something when Nate pressed himself against Dan.
His tongue darted into Dan’s mouth. Nate held Dan’s wrists against the shower wall. Okay. That wasn’t a joke. Neither was the stifled groan as Dan pushed forward to try and escape. Yeah, Nate’s dick was definitely not soft.
He felt himself relax and kiss Nate back as the rich boy let go of his wrists. Fuck he was hot. The steam from the water fogged up the shower. No one could really see anything, so he went with it. Alright, I’m a little curious, Dan thought as he aggressively pushed back against Nate. He broke their kiss for a second. Looked at Nate. And then he kissed him, pressing his tongue into Nate’s mouth. Nate sucked on Dan’s tongue, his erection grinding between them.
Nate broke the kiss this time, groaning into Dan’s ear as Dan reached around the stud and grabbed his ass. This was sort of new territory but he had a feeling it worked like usual.
“So, what Chuck doesn’t know, is when someone gets competitive, I get competitive.”
“So?” One of Dan’s hands kneaded Nate’s ass, the other trailed his back.
“I get fucking horny when the adrenaline gets going.”
“I noticed.” Dan growled into Nate’s ear as one little finger teased Nate’s asshole. “So you do guys?”
“Not really. Just-” Dan pressed the finger inside. “Fuck. Just a few guys on the team.” He paused.
“Who else?” Dan pushed the finger in further. His own cock was stiff. This was pretty kinky for him. Sex with Serena was kinky enough. This was a different ball-game, no pun intended.
“Chuck.” Nate closed his eyes as Dan fingered him.
Dan pulled his finger out. “Did he do this?” He thrust it back in, grinding his own cock against Nate’s.
“No. We” he moaned. “haven’t done much. I just- oh fuck- sucked him one night.”
Dan pushed Nate onto the wall, his ass pointing outward, his face toward the wall. Dan pulled his finger out. “You sure you want to…”
“Get fucked? I’m horny, Dan. I’m not stupid.”
As he said that he felt the tip of Dan’s long cock tease his asshole. Dan awkwardly stroked Nate’s average cock. He breathed heavily on Nate’s neck. “You’re weird, N. I’m pretty good at reading people, but you’re the one book I can’t make head or tails. Let’s see if I get the tail end right.”
Cheesy. But as he said it, he pressed his cock forward. The head of his cock pushed through. Fuck, Nate was tight. “Keep going.”
I wonder, Dan thought. He held his dick there for a moment, still slowly stroking Nate’s cock. He let go, feeling Nate’s pecs down this abs, running his fingers across smooth muscle before resting on his hips. The feel was definitely different. Definitely not like Serena.
He gritted his teeth for probably the hundredth time that day, and thrust forward, hard, pushing his cock the entire way. Nate stifled a shout. Holy shit, that felt good, Dan thought. Nate echoed him. “Definitely, keep going,” Nate grunted.
Dan started to thrust hard and erratically. Fucking was still new to him, but damn did this feel good. Nate’s cock pulsed in Dan’s hands. Dan stopped stroking Nate; he grabbed the stud’s shoulders and began to pump rhythmically. It was a lot better with a firm grip.
Nate grunted as Dan began to speed up. Every minute or so, Dan would slow down. He’d pull out, nearly all the way, half of the head still inside, and slowly thrust back inside. These strokes were slow and deep and they teased Nate so badly. His cock was dripping pre-cum. Fuck, why was Dan so good at this? Serena was lucky, if she ever got her head together again.
Dan stopped for a moment, breathing heavily. He pulled his cock out, precum trailing his exit. A strand connected Nate’s ass and Dan’s long cock. “Hold on tight, N.” He thrust hard back into Nate’s hole and repeated the motion several times. Nate cried out. Already weak in the knees, Nate started to slide to the ground, unable to hold himself up. Dan kept pounding into Nate.
Nate lay on the ground, his hole pulsing for a few seconds before Dan’s cock came back for another round. Dan lay on top of Nate, thrusting quickly, grinding Nate’s steel erection into the tile. Nate was about to shoot.
“Fuck. I’m gonna cum. Fuck.” He gasped between pants. Dan thrust slowly and sensually into the one place that had been making Nate squirm the entire time. He turned onto his side, and pulled Nate up to spoon him as he kept fucking. His fingers teased the head of the soccer stud’s cock.
“Cum,” Dan commanded. His voice was rough, animalistic. His dick teased Nate twice more, before he thrust hard into the perfect spot. As he pushed hard and fast, he stroked down on Nate’s cock.
Nate choked as he came. Cum dribbled out of his cock- he wasn’t a shooter. But he shot a lot into Dan’s hand who kept stroking. Nate’s ass clenched down on Dan’s cock.
“Where do you want me to cum?” Dan growled into Nate’s ear. Nate didn’t have the breath or the time to respond. Dan started to cum in Nate’s ass. He pressed the Archibald into the ground, his ass up in the air. His cock thrust quickly, in and out, each stroke teasing the cum out of the Humphrey cock.
Nate felt him shoot, and grinded against him. They breathed heavily. Dan just lay on Nate, looking at his hand. He brought it to his mouth and licked a bit of it. His face screwed up. Not doing that thing again, he decided.
His cock throbbed in Nate’s ass. He was still hard. He and Serena usually went for thirds and his abs were usually killing him by the time they were done.
“Thanks for…” Nate paused. Dan’s cock was still very much hard. He had just thrust again.
“For what?” Dan asked, slowly grinding his hips again.
“For being my first top.” Nate blushed, but Dan didn’t see it. In fact, he didn’t hear the response. He had just started to fuck again and Nate growled as his cock came right back to life.