Date: Mon, 5 Apr 2010 22:20:18 -0400 From: Fan Fiction Subject: Gossip Girl: Chuck & Nate - More than friends? Part 2 Gossip girl here, and do I have the inside scoop for you ... C & N, have been spotted "hanging out" with eachother again. Here's all the juicy details: Chuck & Nate sat at the bar of Socialista. They both pretended to want the ass of the girls walking by, but what they both really wanted was the other. They just never had enough time to do it right. Either they weren't alone, or they wouldn't be alone long enough, or, like tonight, they weren't in the right place. "Bartender, another scotch." Growled Chuck. "Make that two." Added Nate. "Nathanial, we are always so in sync, don't you think?" "Uh, sure Chuck, I guess." Replied Nate, laughing slightly. "Well then, you probably have to take a trip to the men's room now don't you." Chuck said with a wink. Nate's eyes lit up when he realized what Chuck meant. But then he started to second guess himself... A public place? A place where everyone he knows frequents? It's probably not such a good idea. "I actually don't right now... But I'll watch your drink." Before Nate could finish his sentence he saw his friends face quickly turn to a pissed off expression. He knew what Chuck wanted, he knew it well as he wanted it too... But he just couldn't do it, not here, not now. So Chuck left, and took his wide stance at the urinal alone. He didn't wash his hands, so as to return quickly to the bar to stop any chance Nate had of getting with anyone else. If Chuck wasn't seeing Nate naked tonight, no one was. About an hour later, Nate did have to go to the bathroom. So, he annouced such to his friend and started toward the door. Once in he took his place at the urinal. He observed that no one was in the room but him, until the door opened behind him. He didn't turn to see who entered, because that would be, well, weird. A second later a hand pressed his face against the cold tiled wall. "Nathanial," Snarled the familiar voice of his best friend ... "You should no better then to deny Chuck Bass what he wants." "Chuck, what the fuck are you talking about?" Replied a slightly nervous Nate. "My invitation, to this very room, for a very good time. You know that you want it, and you know that I want it." "Yeah." "Then why the hell didn't you give me what I want?" "Chuck, I'm sorry, but I just don't think..." "Shut it, Nathanial, obviously you need to be taught a lesson." "Chuck ..." But before he could finish Chuck had him by the hair which, while he'd never admit it, he kind of enjoyed. Chuck yanked him into the nearest stall, a small 2x4 enclosure that forced their bodies close. Chuck turned Nate around and began to undo the button and zipper on his pants. Nate began to protest, but before he could, Chuck forced his dirty fingers into Nate's mouth. "Practice." Chuck nearly shouted. And so Nate reluctantly began bobbing his head up and down Chuck's three middlemost fingers. By this time both boys had their pants around their ankles, and their shirt's half unbuttoned. Chuck continued to undress himself and his friend with benefits, and he was not being nice about it. Finally, he pulled down his own underwear, Calvin Klein, and then went for his friend's of the same brand. Nate began to get on his knees in front of Chuck's stiff 9 inch cock. "What the hell do you think you're doing Nathanial?" "Giving you what you want ... Right?" "Not today Nathanial, you'd enjoy that too much, and I said I was gonna teach you a lesson." "So what are we ..." "Get up." Chuck ordered. Nate did so, and his friend grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around so Chuck's prick was near Nate's perfectly rounded ass. "Chuck, no!" Protested Nate. "Shut up, Nathanial." "But where's your condom? Your lube? We can't do this now." "Shut up, Nathanial." Chuck reached down and spread Nate's ass cheek's apart, making a clear path from his dick to Nate's perfect, pink, puckered hole. "Chuck, please, don't." Begged Nate. But it was too late, he felt Chuck's swollen head pass through his tight ring, and he drew in a sharp breath, indicating pain. "Ow! Chuck that fuckin' hurts." But Chuck was only halfway in, and he had no plans of stopping. Chuck pulled out and then thrust back in, this time going 5 inches deep. Then he pulled back out, only to thrust back in, now 6 inches gone. Out, then in 7. Out then in 8. Fast, and painfully. "Chuck, please stop." Nate moaned, he wanted to enjoy it, but it was just too much too soon. "Who's in control?" Chuck asked. "What?" Nate said, confused. "Nathanial, it's not a hard question ... Who's in control?" "You." "Again?" "You." Nate said, defeated. "Thank you." Chuck replied, in a kind tone. "Now take care of this, please." Chuck said, gesturing toward his still rock-hard member. "Okay." Nate said as the pained expression began to leave his face. And so he did: Nate sat on the toilet, and pulled his best friend's piece closer to him. He then licked his lips, and proceeded to wrap them around his prize. He bobbed up and down, proving that his mouth could take Little Chuck a lot easier than his ass could. He continued this movement, up and down, until he was rewarded with the creamy substance he wished he could have everyday. Once he licked his friend's area clean he stood up and let some of the juice off of his tongue and into his friends waiting mouth. "Ah, Nathanial, thank you." Chuck said, pleased. You know you love me, XOXO -Gossip Girl