Untitled Chuck & Dan Project - Part 1 of 2
Title: Untitled Chuck & Dan Project - Part 1 of 2
Author: Nikki Loza
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Chuck/Dan
Rating: R
Warnings: Kind of non-con in some ways, but not all out.
Summary: One way that Chuck and Dan start working towards their inevitable hate sex.
A/N: I'm getting my feet wet again after a long fan fic hiatus, so this is an experimental venture into a new fandom because this pairing is magic to me and there isn’t nearly enough of them.
X-posted at gossipgirlslash and chuck_dan.
“Please, Chuck, just don’t let him know where I’m going.” Serena’s straining voice came through the phone several pitches higher than her normal tone and Chuck was torn between fulfilling his promise to his father to hold up the expectations of family duty and the urge to walk over to where Humphrey stood impatiently watching him from across the room and tell him that Serena was spending the evening in Montreal with an older gentleman friend.
“Oh, I’m sure Humphrey has better things to do than go running after you through Central Park.” Chuck spoke just loud enough for Dan to hear, still unsure about which course of action he was going to take. He found himself smiling as Dan’s eyes widened expectantly.
“Chuck! I’m serious. Please, he can’t see me right now. Not while I’m dealing with Georgina.”
God, so overdramatic. Chuck rolled his eyes, but still felt a pang of loyalty kick in. “Fine. I’ll keep him off your trail. But you owe me.” Chuck clicked his cell phone off in the same motion that he began strolling back to where Dan stood in the van der Bass suite entryway.
“It seems that Serena will not be able to make your acquaintance this evening.”
“Right.” Dan made it clear that he didn’t expect anything else to come out of Chuck’s mouth. “Did she say where she was going?”
“Just that she had a prior engagement.”
“A prior enga-okay, this,” Dan pointed between Chuck and himself, “is not working.”
“Oh, well I’m heartbroken. Good thing I made you sign that prenup.”
Dan ignored his innuendo, “Do you know what’s really going on here? Why don’t you just tell me? If it’s something so bad, why don’t you just tell me and see if you can get me out of Serena’s life for good?”
“There is nothing for me to tell you.” But Chuck thought about what Dan said, wondered if he wanted to bother breaking them up. No, he decided, why waste the energy when they were doomed anyway. “You’re just not quite the escort that my sister needs accompanying her to this particular function.”
“Of course, of course I’m not.” Dan lifted his hands in the air, making it clear that he thought Chuck was an idiot. “You know the whole ‘upstairs-downstairs’ ‘class’ thing is getting really old.”
“I’m sure from your end of things it would be. “ Chuck taunted. “Maybe if you put forth some effort, then this class thing, as you say, wouldn’t be such a blatantly obvious problem. You want to party on the Upper East Side? Why don’t you take a cue from your sister, go to my closet and borrow an outfit for the evening.”
“How about you leave my sister out of this-you keep getting black eyes people might get the idea you’re a bit of an asshole who has them coming.” Dan gestured to Chuck’s eye and Chuck stopped himself from sneering as Dan continued. “Besides, I’m not really into the whole 1950s gigolo thing you’ve got going on.”
“Gigolos do middle aged women for money. Hey, maybe if you start paying attention you can learn something while you’re leaching off of your girlfriend. Then, when you two inevitably crash and burn, you can make a nice living as an Upper East Side trophy wife.” Chuck wanted to call it the family business, say that he and that tease of a sister of his would be in the same profession, but he knew it would end with Dan’s fist in his face and he didn’t need to risk that with his father’s wedding so close.
“You know, as appealing as you make that sound, I think these last few months have made me more interested in things south of Midtown.”
“You’re delusional if you think Serena is ever going to be okay with ‘south of Midtown’?”
“Well Serena isn’t exactly my-” Dan started bitterly, but stopped himself mid-sentence. “You know what; I’m not having this conversation with you.”
“No, no, Humphrey, let’s have it.” Chuck found himself growing interested the way he did whenever he knew somebody wasn’t telling him the whole story.
“And why would we have this conversation? What do you think would possess me to start talking about my relationship with Serena anywhere near you?”
“She’s my sister now. I only have her best interests at heart.” Chuck lifted a hand and placed it over his own heart as if he were preparing to say the Pledge of Allegiance.
Dan looked at his watch, seeing that he’d already been in Serena’s new home for twenty minutes. “Look, you’re obviously trying to stall me or distract me, so why don’t you call your ‘sister’ and tell her that I’m going to find her because we need to have this discussion face to face.”
Dan was already backing away as he spoke and he turned to leave so fast that Chuck was a bit taken aback.
“Why do you need to speak to her face to face so bad?” Chuck felt his own face scrunch up, recognizing in Dan’s last sentence the tone of someone preparing to drop a relationship bombshell.
“Why do you think?” Dan looked back, but continued to head towards the exit, until he was stopped by Chuck’s hand on his shoulder
“Don’t!” Chuck only raised his voice slightly. “She asked me to keep you here until she gets back. She wants to see you.”
It was a lie, but better to keep Dan here where Chuck could keep an eye on him than let him out there where he could run into her or keep calling around until someone slipped and mentioned seeing her, giving Dan enough information to track her down.
“At least come in and sit down. She shouldn’t have to come running home after you break up with her.” Chuck turned without looking to see if the other boy was following, knowing that speculating about their relationship would entice Dan into staying.
“I didn’t say I was breaking up with her.” Dan’s voice came from only a few feet away as he followed Chuck deeper into the suite.
Chuck stopped in front of a couch in the first seating area they came across and waved his hand at the left side to indicate that Dan should sit down before he followed suit. “If there’s any conversation that someone like you would think he just needs to have face to face, it’s that one. I mean missing someone is one thing, but you…you look like a man on a mission to end things. The question is-why right now? You have a deadline coming up?”
“I told you, I’m not breaking up with her. As much as you may want to see that happen.”
“Why would I want to see you two broken up? She’s my sister now, can’t sleep with her-I wake up and she’s still right there the next day. I certainly don’t want a relationship, that’ll go nowhere.”
“Well maybe it’ll just be the pleasure of keeping us outsiders away from your precious bloodlines.”
“Not everything’s about interbreeding-some things are just about how you in particular make the middle class seem so low.” Chuck wished he had a glass of scotch in his hand at that moment. It would have fit so perfectly to give it a nice swirl as he spoke.
“Yeah, I am not gonna miss this.” Dan shook his head and looked ahead, feigning interest in a painting on the wall. It was approximately a full minute before Chuck spoke.
“You’re really breaking up with her?” His voice did not betray any concern.
“I’m not talking about this with you.”
There was another long pause before Chuck spoke again. “So what are you going to do? Just go back to…what exactly did you do before you started dating Serena?”
“Why, are you gonna miss me?”
When Chuck didn’t answer, Dan finally turned his head back to face Chuck and saw that he was sprawled back against the arm of the couch staring at him contemplatively. Dan looked away again, but he could feel Chuck’s eyes on him and after a few minutes Dan couldn’t take the staring anymore.
“What?”
“Are you really just going to sit there until Serena shows up?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want anyone to think I don’t know my place.” Dan gestured around the well-adorned sitting room.
“Good boy, Humphrey.” Chuck almost sang with mock pride as he stood up, keeping his eyes on the still-seated boy. “But come on, I want to show you something.”
Chuck watched Dan as he seemed to consider whether to even bother staying, much less following Chuck around the house that he probably wouldn’t see again if his talk with Serena went as Chuck expected. Eventually though, Dan sighed and stood up to follow as Chuck led him into his bedroom.
Dan looked around as he walked behind Chuck, feeling even more out of place than usual as, unlike Serena, Chuck made no effort to help him feel comfortable and usually went out of his way to point out just how much he didn’t belong. This left Dan openly displaying an uneasy suspicion, especially when they entered Chuck’s bedroom and Chuck headed straight for a wooden box tucked away in the bottom of his dresser drawer.
“I have lived a beautiful life-one worth remembering.” Chuck smiled as he elegantly twisted the box in the air before easing himself down on the foot of the bed and flicking his finger over the tumblers on the box’s combination lock. Dan remained standing in the bedroom doorway. “Looks like Serena did train you well-at least in some respects. Have a seat.” Chuck nodded to the empty space beside him, making no attempt to hide his amusement when Dan headed over.
“Why, Chuck, I’m honored. I know how selective you are about who you invite into your bed.”
Chuck thought about making a joke about Dan’s sister, or about Serena, but decided that he would continue to practice restraint and to go with the box instead. He slid what remained of his cocaine stash out of the way to get to the photographs underneath.
He looked up to see Dan warily eyeing the drugs.
“Please, Humphrey, like I don’t have better things to do than give you a habit you can’t even possibly afford.”
“That’s very considerate of you. Although I do think you have a really skewed perspective on what other people can and cannot afford.”
“Yes, well, we can talk coke later. I told you I want to show you something.”
He started with pictures from their childhood-him, Serena, Blair and Nate-the ones of Blair and Nate together still made him somewhat sick to his stomach so he breezed past them. In each photo though, he pointed out the bit of extravagance that might be hidden to the untrained eye-the fact that the ocean in the background of that beach party was off the coast of his cousin’s private island, that the tennis court they were playing on belonged to an Olympian, that the chocolate truffle cake Blair was cutting at her 13th birthday was made of Criollo cocoa, direct from Venezuela and $120.00 a pound.
Chuck kept his eyes on Dan’s slight smile as he looked over a picture of Serena on a horse in the fifth grade. He then replaced the photo in Dan’s hand with a shot of Serena talking to a woman with long wavy brown hair. Almost like Sarah’s Dan thought, wondering if he should just get out of there and head back to Brooklyn to see what the girls were doing. Looking at the picture closer, Dan realized that Serena wasn’t talking to the girl, she was making out with her. Serena had her eyes close with her left hand in the other girl’s hair and her right hand holding what looked like a bottle of vodka.
Chuck watched as Dan’s expression shifted into one of confusion, eyebrows furrowing, lips turning down into a pout.
“That’s an old picture.” Dan’s words sounded more like an assurance to himself than a statement of what he believed to be fact.
“Maybe.”
“And Serena’s obviously been drinking.”
“Oh, that she most definitely was.”
“But as her friend, you don’t stop her from doing things she’ll probably regret, you just stand around taking pictures of it?”
“Okay, you’re not getting it.” Chuck grew impatient with Dan’s moral indignation. “This,” Chuck plunked his index finger onto Serena’s face in the photo, “is who she is. Now, you may like who she’s currently pretending to be, but all she’s doing when she’s with you is pretending.”
“You’re right. I don’t get it. What exactly is the point of bringing me in here and showing me this? I mean, I already told you I’m breaking things off-”
“No. You didn’t.” Chuck tossed the picture into the box and snapped it closed. “But now you did, and it’s petty fucked up that now I know before Serena does.”
“Okay, so fine, what do you even get out of any of this? You show me that picture, and you make the same speech that you always make-different worlds, upper class, I’m not good enough-it’s over, okay. I’m saying it as clear as I can possibly make it-now is there any point to any of this, to me being here, besides you spewing the same garbage over and over again?”
“Maybe I want to rub it in.” Chuck tilted his head to the side and leaned in with a squinty smirk on his face.
“I’m out of here.” Dan pushed himself up off of the bed, but immediately felt Chuck’s hand on the back of his waistband, pulling him down.
“Serena asked me to keep you here, and I’m going to keep you here.”
“Like you give a damn about what Serena wants.”
“She’s my family now. I look out for my family.”
“Is that what you call this?” Dan gestured at the box that now rested closed in Chuck’s lap.
“If you can’t accept things like that, then you don’t really accept my sister.”
“I guess I don’t then. I guess I don’t accept the girl who would trust you to deliver messages for her, seeing as how things seem to get really screwed up in the translation.” Dan shrugged as if he didn’t even care anymore and Chuck began getting irritated.
Chuck huffed out a breath in disbelief.
“Can you at least get your hand out of my pants?” Dan gestured over his shoulder with his thumb to where Chuck’s hand still gripped the waistband of his slacks.
“Can I? Yes, I do have the ability. Will I choose to do so?” Chuck blew Dan a mocking kiss, “No.”
“Dammit.” Dan twisted around to his right, hooking both of his hands under Chuck’s left one and tried to pull Chuck’s hand off, but Chuck only closed his hand tighter, pinching in the fingers on Dan’s left hand.
Chuck’s mood quickly changed to one of amusement as his hands were pushed and pulled along in Dan’s futile efforts at dislodging himself. Chuck pretended not to notice Dan’s fingers attempting to pry his own off of Dan’s pants and tugged back gently. Dan he looked up to see Chuck smirking at him playfully.
“Yeah, really funny, asshole.”
“I thought you were a good boy. Good boys don’t use language like that. Sounds like you may have a little Chuck Bass in you.”
“Please tell me this isn’t about to end with you asking if I’d like a little more Chuck Bass in me.” Dan paused his efforts and looked up sarcastically, only to see Chuck’s familiar smirk supplemented with heavily lidded eyes.
“End with it? No. And it would be a lot more Chuck Bass in you.” Chuck leaned in to close the distance between them, but Dan jerked back before he achieved his goal.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, man.” Dan pulled his whole body backwards, feet tripping over the edge of the bed as he tried to move away while still entangled with the other boy. As Dan attempted to move to his left, his upper body remained caught up with Chuck, who used Dan’s unsteady state to tilt him backwards onto the bed.
“I am not a horse. I don’t respond to ‘whoa’.” Chuck threw his right leg over Dan’s lap and bore his weight down.
“Do you respond to ‘no’?” Dan rolled from side to side, trying to dislodge himself as Chuck laughed in response and finally let go of Dan’s pants only to latch on to his chin, holding it in place so that he had no choice but to look up at Chuck’s face hovering above.
“Apparently not.” Chuck dropped his upper body roughly onto Dan, making him cough.
“What are you doing?” Dan’s hands were still free and he focused most of his efforts on pushing Chuck’s chest back off of him, but he wasn’t gaining much ground as Chuck had latched his legs around Dan’s and had a firm grip on his face.
“Why do people always ask that? You know exactly what I’m doing.”
“Um, no, I have a general idea of what you’re trying to do, but you need to stop.” Dan’s words did not come through as clearly as he would have like as they had to come struggling out of his half-closed mouth, held in place by Chuck’s hand.
“And what if I don’t? You gonna give me another black eye?” Chuck touched his mouth onto Dan’s forehead and laughed before lifting his hips, slipping his right hand between their bodies and trying to get into Dan’s pants, but as soon as Dan realized what the other boy was doing he started thrashing.
“Come on, just…” Chuck was unable to complete a full sentence as he became distracted every time one of Dan’s limbs tried to break away.
“Chuck…man…stop…” Dan was having just as much trouble speaking, but he soon found success inching his right arm high enough between their bodies to shove his palm under Chuck’s chin and knock his head back hard enough to make him break his hold. As soon as Dan felt Chuck’s weight lift off of him, he twisted his body to the right, knocking Chuck off of him and onto the bed.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” Chuck clinched his eyes shut and mumbled a string of profanity as he held his jaw with his right hand and clinched the left one into the bed covers hoping that nothing on his face was broken or bruised. Chuck was only half aware of the shift in his bed when Dan jumped up, but he became very aware when he felt his left arm yanked up behind his back.
Dan leaned forward, putting all of his weight into twisting Chuck’s arm behind his back as he tried to regain his composure. “What the hell man?! What’d you think was gonna happen here? Do you think I was actually just gonna sleep with you?”
“You said you were breaking up with her.” Chuck flinched before telling himself that he’d faced far worse pain than this and forcing himself to try to take control of the situation. “Why don’t you do it the right way? If you think she’d end things any other way then you are mistaken.”
“You know what, to hell with this. You tell me where Serena is.”
“She doesn’t want to see you.”
“You think I’m going to believe you? After what you just tried to do? And 10 minutes ago you told me I was supposed to be here waiting for her, so what is it?”
Chuck laughed and panted through the pain shooting up his arm and subsiding in his jaw, “What is it, what is it, what is it.” Chuck mocked. “There’s no grand plan, Humphrey-you’re a game that I’m playing on a whim. A cheap, nothing game that I’m just going to use until Serena throws you away.”
“Really? Is that how Serena’s going to see it when I tell her what just happened?”
“Please, who’s going to believe that I’d even waste the penicillin it would take to clear up whatever I’d get from slumming.”
“And yet, here you are-” Dan started, but Chuck continued speaking over him, ignoring the point Dan was making.
“I’m Chuck Bass, I’ve slept with every girl but Serena at that school. And really, the Serena thing is only a matter of time.”
“You’re not touching her.”
“No shit I’m not.” Chuck laughed and wiggled his shoulder, which was starting to tingle. “I’m fucking with you. She’s my sister now, you douche. I do have my limits. Although you…the way you’ve got me bent over the bed like this, I’m beginning to think that you don’t have as many limits as you think.”
“Chuck, if I were going to sleep with anybody, I’d take a cue from Blair and just pick Nate.” Dan’s voice became lighthearted and Chuck could tell that was meant to hit him hard, so he made a conscious effort not to let his voice reveal any anger in his response.
“That’s funny; Serena seemed to think the same way. Everybody loves Nate. You know if I weren’t so confident in my looks, money and sexual prowess, I’d begin to get an inferiority complex. Tell me, Dan, what’s it like to have one of those?”
“I don’t know, Chuck, you’re the one bent over in front of someone who you say is beneath you.”
“Oh yes, beneath me. That is where you belong, you know.” Chuck grunted out, standing on his toes to try to push himself back, but he only succeeded in bouncing his butt up against Dan’s stomach. He straightened his right arm and rolled his shoulder back to get a clear look at Dan before continuing, causing even more pain in his left arm and making himself clench his teeth before he finished his sentence while looking Dan in the eyes. “Beneath me.”
“And yet there you are. Beneath me.” Dan leaned forward so that his face was only inches from Chuck’s right shoulder, which held steady despite supporting the full weight of his upper body.
“I’m here because I choose to be here. I have that option. I can be back on top anytime I want.” Chuck spoke slowly, emphasizing each syllable and finally ending with a bite on his lip. His teeth sank in even deeper when he felt a twitch of movement against the back of his thigh.
Dan’s mouth was hanging open, and Chuck could see the moment the realization in Dan’s eyes at what his own body had just done.
“Kiss me.” Chuck didn’t make it a request or an order, it almost sounded as if he expected Dan to take action on the power of suggestion alone.
“No.” Dan’s voice squeaked out with much less conviction than he’d intended or expected, making Chuck smirk with even more confidence. Dan’s wide eyes stayed locked on Chuck’s almost closed ones as Chuck slid off his right sneaker and began rubbing his foot along the back of Dan’s calf.
“Then let me kiss you.”
Dan didn’t respond , but Chuck felt the grip on his arm loosen and he slid it free, dropping it onto the bed underneath him and slumping down to let his face rest on the bed.
Chuck looked up at Dan with his head resting on the bed, mentally willing Dan to lean forward, but Dan remained still except for the seemingly involuntary bodily response that was beginning to press more and more noticeably into Chuck’s right thigh.
End Part 1
Any suggestions for Part 2? Just let me know. It’ll be up by the end of the week. I’m a bit out of practice with writing and still trying to find the Chuck & Dan voices so any concrit is happily accepted.
Author: Nikki Loza
Fandom: Gossip Girl
Pairing: Chuck/Dan
Rating: R
Warnings: Kind of non-con in some ways, but not all out.
Summary: One way that Chuck and Dan start working towards their inevitable hate sex.
A/N: I'm getting my feet wet again after a long fan fic hiatus, so this is an experimental venture into a new fandom because this pairing is magic to me and there isn’t nearly enough of them.
X-posted at gossipgirlslash and chuck_dan.
“Please, Chuck, just don’t let him know where I’m going.” Serena’s straining voice came through the phone several pitches higher than her normal tone and Chuck was torn between fulfilling his promise to his father to hold up the expectations of family duty and the urge to walk over to where Humphrey stood impatiently watching him from across the room and tell him that Serena was spending the evening in Montreal with an older gentleman friend.
“Oh, I’m sure Humphrey has better things to do than go running after you through Central Park.” Chuck spoke just loud enough for Dan to hear, still unsure about which course of action he was going to take. He found himself smiling as Dan’s eyes widened expectantly.
“Chuck! I’m serious. Please, he can’t see me right now. Not while I’m dealing with Georgina.”
God, so overdramatic. Chuck rolled his eyes, but still felt a pang of loyalty kick in. “Fine. I’ll keep him off your trail. But you owe me.” Chuck clicked his cell phone off in the same motion that he began strolling back to where Dan stood in the van der Bass suite entryway.
“It seems that Serena will not be able to make your acquaintance this evening.”
“Right.” Dan made it clear that he didn’t expect anything else to come out of Chuck’s mouth. “Did she say where she was going?”
“Just that she had a prior engagement.”
“A prior enga-okay, this,” Dan pointed between Chuck and himself, “is not working.”
“Oh, well I’m heartbroken. Good thing I made you sign that prenup.”
Dan ignored his innuendo, “Do you know what’s really going on here? Why don’t you just tell me? If it’s something so bad, why don’t you just tell me and see if you can get me out of Serena’s life for good?”
“There is nothing for me to tell you.” But Chuck thought about what Dan said, wondered if he wanted to bother breaking them up. No, he decided, why waste the energy when they were doomed anyway. “You’re just not quite the escort that my sister needs accompanying her to this particular function.”
“Of course, of course I’m not.” Dan lifted his hands in the air, making it clear that he thought Chuck was an idiot. “You know the whole ‘upstairs-downstairs’ ‘class’ thing is getting really old.”
“I’m sure from your end of things it would be. “ Chuck taunted. “Maybe if you put forth some effort, then this class thing, as you say, wouldn’t be such a blatantly obvious problem. You want to party on the Upper East Side? Why don’t you take a cue from your sister, go to my closet and borrow an outfit for the evening.”
“How about you leave my sister out of this-you keep getting black eyes people might get the idea you’re a bit of an asshole who has them coming.” Dan gestured to Chuck’s eye and Chuck stopped himself from sneering as Dan continued. “Besides, I’m not really into the whole 1950s gigolo thing you’ve got going on.”
“Gigolos do middle aged women for money. Hey, maybe if you start paying attention you can learn something while you’re leaching off of your girlfriend. Then, when you two inevitably crash and burn, you can make a nice living as an Upper East Side trophy wife.” Chuck wanted to call it the family business, say that he and that tease of a sister of his would be in the same profession, but he knew it would end with Dan’s fist in his face and he didn’t need to risk that with his father’s wedding so close.
“You know, as appealing as you make that sound, I think these last few months have made me more interested in things south of Midtown.”
“You’re delusional if you think Serena is ever going to be okay with ‘south of Midtown’?”
“Well Serena isn’t exactly my-” Dan started bitterly, but stopped himself mid-sentence. “You know what; I’m not having this conversation with you.”
“No, no, Humphrey, let’s have it.” Chuck found himself growing interested the way he did whenever he knew somebody wasn’t telling him the whole story.
“And why would we have this conversation? What do you think would possess me to start talking about my relationship with Serena anywhere near you?”
“She’s my sister now. I only have her best interests at heart.” Chuck lifted a hand and placed it over his own heart as if he were preparing to say the Pledge of Allegiance.
Dan looked at his watch, seeing that he’d already been in Serena’s new home for twenty minutes. “Look, you’re obviously trying to stall me or distract me, so why don’t you call your ‘sister’ and tell her that I’m going to find her because we need to have this discussion face to face.”
Dan was already backing away as he spoke and he turned to leave so fast that Chuck was a bit taken aback.
“Why do you need to speak to her face to face so bad?” Chuck felt his own face scrunch up, recognizing in Dan’s last sentence the tone of someone preparing to drop a relationship bombshell.
“Why do you think?” Dan looked back, but continued to head towards the exit, until he was stopped by Chuck’s hand on his shoulder
“Don’t!” Chuck only raised his voice slightly. “She asked me to keep you here until she gets back. She wants to see you.”
It was a lie, but better to keep Dan here where Chuck could keep an eye on him than let him out there where he could run into her or keep calling around until someone slipped and mentioned seeing her, giving Dan enough information to track her down.
“At least come in and sit down. She shouldn’t have to come running home after you break up with her.” Chuck turned without looking to see if the other boy was following, knowing that speculating about their relationship would entice Dan into staying.
“I didn’t say I was breaking up with her.” Dan’s voice came from only a few feet away as he followed Chuck deeper into the suite.
Chuck stopped in front of a couch in the first seating area they came across and waved his hand at the left side to indicate that Dan should sit down before he followed suit. “If there’s any conversation that someone like you would think he just needs to have face to face, it’s that one. I mean missing someone is one thing, but you…you look like a man on a mission to end things. The question is-why right now? You have a deadline coming up?”
“I told you, I’m not breaking up with her. As much as you may want to see that happen.”
“Why would I want to see you two broken up? She’s my sister now, can’t sleep with her-I wake up and she’s still right there the next day. I certainly don’t want a relationship, that’ll go nowhere.”
“Well maybe it’ll just be the pleasure of keeping us outsiders away from your precious bloodlines.”
“Not everything’s about interbreeding-some things are just about how you in particular make the middle class seem so low.” Chuck wished he had a glass of scotch in his hand at that moment. It would have fit so perfectly to give it a nice swirl as he spoke.
“Yeah, I am not gonna miss this.” Dan shook his head and looked ahead, feigning interest in a painting on the wall. It was approximately a full minute before Chuck spoke.
“You’re really breaking up with her?” His voice did not betray any concern.
“I’m not talking about this with you.”
There was another long pause before Chuck spoke again. “So what are you going to do? Just go back to…what exactly did you do before you started dating Serena?”
“Why, are you gonna miss me?”
When Chuck didn’t answer, Dan finally turned his head back to face Chuck and saw that he was sprawled back against the arm of the couch staring at him contemplatively. Dan looked away again, but he could feel Chuck’s eyes on him and after a few minutes Dan couldn’t take the staring anymore.
“What?”
“Are you really just going to sit there until Serena shows up?”
“Oh, I wouldn’t want anyone to think I don’t know my place.” Dan gestured around the well-adorned sitting room.
“Good boy, Humphrey.” Chuck almost sang with mock pride as he stood up, keeping his eyes on the still-seated boy. “But come on, I want to show you something.”
Chuck watched Dan as he seemed to consider whether to even bother staying, much less following Chuck around the house that he probably wouldn’t see again if his talk with Serena went as Chuck expected. Eventually though, Dan sighed and stood up to follow as Chuck led him into his bedroom.
Dan looked around as he walked behind Chuck, feeling even more out of place than usual as, unlike Serena, Chuck made no effort to help him feel comfortable and usually went out of his way to point out just how much he didn’t belong. This left Dan openly displaying an uneasy suspicion, especially when they entered Chuck’s bedroom and Chuck headed straight for a wooden box tucked away in the bottom of his dresser drawer.
“I have lived a beautiful life-one worth remembering.” Chuck smiled as he elegantly twisted the box in the air before easing himself down on the foot of the bed and flicking his finger over the tumblers on the box’s combination lock. Dan remained standing in the bedroom doorway. “Looks like Serena did train you well-at least in some respects. Have a seat.” Chuck nodded to the empty space beside him, making no attempt to hide his amusement when Dan headed over.
“Why, Chuck, I’m honored. I know how selective you are about who you invite into your bed.”
Chuck thought about making a joke about Dan’s sister, or about Serena, but decided that he would continue to practice restraint and to go with the box instead. He slid what remained of his cocaine stash out of the way to get to the photographs underneath.
He looked up to see Dan warily eyeing the drugs.
“Please, Humphrey, like I don’t have better things to do than give you a habit you can’t even possibly afford.”
“That’s very considerate of you. Although I do think you have a really skewed perspective on what other people can and cannot afford.”
“Yes, well, we can talk coke later. I told you I want to show you something.”
He started with pictures from their childhood-him, Serena, Blair and Nate-the ones of Blair and Nate together still made him somewhat sick to his stomach so he breezed past them. In each photo though, he pointed out the bit of extravagance that might be hidden to the untrained eye-the fact that the ocean in the background of that beach party was off the coast of his cousin’s private island, that the tennis court they were playing on belonged to an Olympian, that the chocolate truffle cake Blair was cutting at her 13th birthday was made of Criollo cocoa, direct from Venezuela and $120.00 a pound.
Chuck kept his eyes on Dan’s slight smile as he looked over a picture of Serena on a horse in the fifth grade. He then replaced the photo in Dan’s hand with a shot of Serena talking to a woman with long wavy brown hair. Almost like Sarah’s Dan thought, wondering if he should just get out of there and head back to Brooklyn to see what the girls were doing. Looking at the picture closer, Dan realized that Serena wasn’t talking to the girl, she was making out with her. Serena had her eyes close with her left hand in the other girl’s hair and her right hand holding what looked like a bottle of vodka.
Chuck watched as Dan’s expression shifted into one of confusion, eyebrows furrowing, lips turning down into a pout.
“That’s an old picture.” Dan’s words sounded more like an assurance to himself than a statement of what he believed to be fact.
“Maybe.”
“And Serena’s obviously been drinking.”
“Oh, that she most definitely was.”
“But as her friend, you don’t stop her from doing things she’ll probably regret, you just stand around taking pictures of it?”
“Okay, you’re not getting it.” Chuck grew impatient with Dan’s moral indignation. “This,” Chuck plunked his index finger onto Serena’s face in the photo, “is who she is. Now, you may like who she’s currently pretending to be, but all she’s doing when she’s with you is pretending.”
“You’re right. I don’t get it. What exactly is the point of bringing me in here and showing me this? I mean, I already told you I’m breaking things off-”
“No. You didn’t.” Chuck tossed the picture into the box and snapped it closed. “But now you did, and it’s petty fucked up that now I know before Serena does.”
“Okay, so fine, what do you even get out of any of this? You show me that picture, and you make the same speech that you always make-different worlds, upper class, I’m not good enough-it’s over, okay. I’m saying it as clear as I can possibly make it-now is there any point to any of this, to me being here, besides you spewing the same garbage over and over again?”
“Maybe I want to rub it in.” Chuck tilted his head to the side and leaned in with a squinty smirk on his face.
“I’m out of here.” Dan pushed himself up off of the bed, but immediately felt Chuck’s hand on the back of his waistband, pulling him down.
“Serena asked me to keep you here, and I’m going to keep you here.”
“Like you give a damn about what Serena wants.”
“She’s my family now. I look out for my family.”
“Is that what you call this?” Dan gestured at the box that now rested closed in Chuck’s lap.
“If you can’t accept things like that, then you don’t really accept my sister.”
“I guess I don’t then. I guess I don’t accept the girl who would trust you to deliver messages for her, seeing as how things seem to get really screwed up in the translation.” Dan shrugged as if he didn’t even care anymore and Chuck began getting irritated.
Chuck huffed out a breath in disbelief.
“Can you at least get your hand out of my pants?” Dan gestured over his shoulder with his thumb to where Chuck’s hand still gripped the waistband of his slacks.
“Can I? Yes, I do have the ability. Will I choose to do so?” Chuck blew Dan a mocking kiss, “No.”
“Dammit.” Dan twisted around to his right, hooking both of his hands under Chuck’s left one and tried to pull Chuck’s hand off, but Chuck only closed his hand tighter, pinching in the fingers on Dan’s left hand.
Chuck’s mood quickly changed to one of amusement as his hands were pushed and pulled along in Dan’s futile efforts at dislodging himself. Chuck pretended not to notice Dan’s fingers attempting to pry his own off of Dan’s pants and tugged back gently. Dan he looked up to see Chuck smirking at him playfully.
“Yeah, really funny, asshole.”
“I thought you were a good boy. Good boys don’t use language like that. Sounds like you may have a little Chuck Bass in you.”
“Please tell me this isn’t about to end with you asking if I’d like a little more Chuck Bass in me.” Dan paused his efforts and looked up sarcastically, only to see Chuck’s familiar smirk supplemented with heavily lidded eyes.
“End with it? No. And it would be a lot more Chuck Bass in you.” Chuck leaned in to close the distance between them, but Dan jerked back before he achieved his goal.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, man.” Dan pulled his whole body backwards, feet tripping over the edge of the bed as he tried to move away while still entangled with the other boy. As Dan attempted to move to his left, his upper body remained caught up with Chuck, who used Dan’s unsteady state to tilt him backwards onto the bed.
“I am not a horse. I don’t respond to ‘whoa’.” Chuck threw his right leg over Dan’s lap and bore his weight down.
“Do you respond to ‘no’?” Dan rolled from side to side, trying to dislodge himself as Chuck laughed in response and finally let go of Dan’s pants only to latch on to his chin, holding it in place so that he had no choice but to look up at Chuck’s face hovering above.
“Apparently not.” Chuck dropped his upper body roughly onto Dan, making him cough.
“What are you doing?” Dan’s hands were still free and he focused most of his efforts on pushing Chuck’s chest back off of him, but he wasn’t gaining much ground as Chuck had latched his legs around Dan’s and had a firm grip on his face.
“Why do people always ask that? You know exactly what I’m doing.”
“Um, no, I have a general idea of what you’re trying to do, but you need to stop.” Dan’s words did not come through as clearly as he would have like as they had to come struggling out of his half-closed mouth, held in place by Chuck’s hand.
“And what if I don’t? You gonna give me another black eye?” Chuck touched his mouth onto Dan’s forehead and laughed before lifting his hips, slipping his right hand between their bodies and trying to get into Dan’s pants, but as soon as Dan realized what the other boy was doing he started thrashing.
“Come on, just…” Chuck was unable to complete a full sentence as he became distracted every time one of Dan’s limbs tried to break away.
“Chuck…man…stop…” Dan was having just as much trouble speaking, but he soon found success inching his right arm high enough between their bodies to shove his palm under Chuck’s chin and knock his head back hard enough to make him break his hold. As soon as Dan felt Chuck’s weight lift off of him, he twisted his body to the right, knocking Chuck off of him and onto the bed.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” Chuck clinched his eyes shut and mumbled a string of profanity as he held his jaw with his right hand and clinched the left one into the bed covers hoping that nothing on his face was broken or bruised. Chuck was only half aware of the shift in his bed when Dan jumped up, but he became very aware when he felt his left arm yanked up behind his back.
Dan leaned forward, putting all of his weight into twisting Chuck’s arm behind his back as he tried to regain his composure. “What the hell man?! What’d you think was gonna happen here? Do you think I was actually just gonna sleep with you?”
“You said you were breaking up with her.” Chuck flinched before telling himself that he’d faced far worse pain than this and forcing himself to try to take control of the situation. “Why don’t you do it the right way? If you think she’d end things any other way then you are mistaken.”
“You know what, to hell with this. You tell me where Serena is.”
“She doesn’t want to see you.”
“You think I’m going to believe you? After what you just tried to do? And 10 minutes ago you told me I was supposed to be here waiting for her, so what is it?”
Chuck laughed and panted through the pain shooting up his arm and subsiding in his jaw, “What is it, what is it, what is it.” Chuck mocked. “There’s no grand plan, Humphrey-you’re a game that I’m playing on a whim. A cheap, nothing game that I’m just going to use until Serena throws you away.”
“Really? Is that how Serena’s going to see it when I tell her what just happened?”
“Please, who’s going to believe that I’d even waste the penicillin it would take to clear up whatever I’d get from slumming.”
“And yet, here you are-” Dan started, but Chuck continued speaking over him, ignoring the point Dan was making.
“I’m Chuck Bass, I’ve slept with every girl but Serena at that school. And really, the Serena thing is only a matter of time.”
“You’re not touching her.”
“No shit I’m not.” Chuck laughed and wiggled his shoulder, which was starting to tingle. “I’m fucking with you. She’s my sister now, you douche. I do have my limits. Although you…the way you’ve got me bent over the bed like this, I’m beginning to think that you don’t have as many limits as you think.”
“Chuck, if I were going to sleep with anybody, I’d take a cue from Blair and just pick Nate.” Dan’s voice became lighthearted and Chuck could tell that was meant to hit him hard, so he made a conscious effort not to let his voice reveal any anger in his response.
“That’s funny; Serena seemed to think the same way. Everybody loves Nate. You know if I weren’t so confident in my looks, money and sexual prowess, I’d begin to get an inferiority complex. Tell me, Dan, what’s it like to have one of those?”
“I don’t know, Chuck, you’re the one bent over in front of someone who you say is beneath you.”
“Oh yes, beneath me. That is where you belong, you know.” Chuck grunted out, standing on his toes to try to push himself back, but he only succeeded in bouncing his butt up against Dan’s stomach. He straightened his right arm and rolled his shoulder back to get a clear look at Dan before continuing, causing even more pain in his left arm and making himself clench his teeth before he finished his sentence while looking Dan in the eyes. “Beneath me.”
“And yet there you are. Beneath me.” Dan leaned forward so that his face was only inches from Chuck’s right shoulder, which held steady despite supporting the full weight of his upper body.
“I’m here because I choose to be here. I have that option. I can be back on top anytime I want.” Chuck spoke slowly, emphasizing each syllable and finally ending with a bite on his lip. His teeth sank in even deeper when he felt a twitch of movement against the back of his thigh.
Dan’s mouth was hanging open, and Chuck could see the moment the realization in Dan’s eyes at what his own body had just done.
“Kiss me.” Chuck didn’t make it a request or an order, it almost sounded as if he expected Dan to take action on the power of suggestion alone.
“No.” Dan’s voice squeaked out with much less conviction than he’d intended or expected, making Chuck smirk with even more confidence. Dan’s wide eyes stayed locked on Chuck’s almost closed ones as Chuck slid off his right sneaker and began rubbing his foot along the back of Dan’s calf.
“Then let me kiss you.”
Dan didn’t respond , but Chuck felt the grip on his arm loosen and he slid it free, dropping it onto the bed underneath him and slumping down to let his face rest on the bed.
Chuck looked up at Dan with his head resting on the bed, mentally willing Dan to lean forward, but Dan remained still except for the seemingly involuntary bodily response that was beginning to press more and more noticeably into Chuck’s right thigh.
End Part 1
Any suggestions for Part 2? Just let me know. It’ll be up by the end of the week. I’m a bit out of practice with writing and still trying to find the Chuck & Dan voices so any concrit is happily accepted.