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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gossip_Girl
  Relationship:
      Chuck_Bass/Eric_van_der_Woodsen
  Character:
      Chuck_Bass, Eric_van_der_Woodsen, Asher_Hornsby
  Additional Tags:
      Friendship, Male_Friendship, Male_Bonding, Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-01 Words: 1098
****** Judge Not ******
by bigboobedcanuck
Summary
     Chuck has never been with a guy — tangled confusions of limbs and
     body parts during a few orgies notwithstanding — but he never says no
     to someone who wants to pleasure him. Chuck Bass doesn’t live by many
     rules, but that’s one of them.
Notes
     Importing old fic from LJ. This has sex, but is really more of a
     friendship story at heart.
When Chuck discovers that it was actually the little van der Woodsen in rehab —
or whatever they call it after you’ve opened a vein — he experiences an
unfamiliar emotion he can’t quite put his finger on. Downing another few
martinis, he shakes it off and invites the cocktail waitress to sit in his lap.
*
The next afternoon, the feeling nags, and Chuck finds himself getting off the
elevator before his floor. Turning the corner, he runs smack into Asher
Hornsby, a douchebag among douchebags. Eric stands in his doorway, eyes wide in
the wake of Chuck’s sudden appearance.
Asher shoves Chuck roughly. “Get off me. What are you, a fag or something?” He
storms away, and Chuck can hear him muttering as he jabs the elevator call
button.
“Um, hey. Are you looking for Serena?” Eric’s hands twitch and he shifts his
weight back and forth as he smiles too brightly.
Chuck shakes his head, and there are a few moments of silence before he says,
“Forget I was here.”
Eric nods gratefully, and Chuck retreats to his suite. He orders room service
because he has nothing better to do.
*
As Asher and the deeply annoying Jenny Humphrey masquerade as the perfect
couple at the Met steps one morning, Chuck spots Eric watching from a distance.
Chuck tells his driver to stop, informing him that he’ll walk the rest of the
way to school. The driver blinks in surprise, but wisely refrains from
commenting.
Chuck joins Eric on the sidewalk, and Eric says hello. He clearly tries to
resist, but Eric’s gaze swings back to Asher, who has his arm slung over
Jenny’s bony shoulders.
Chuck opens his mouth, and the truth slides out. “You’re too good for him.”
Eric tries to smile, and Chuck turns him around and walks him to school.
*
It’s the middle of the night in Monte Carlo when Chuck’s cell wakes him from a
drunken slumber in his surprisingly empty bed. On autopilot, he flips his phone
open and grunts, and Eric’s tremulous voice greets him.
Chuck’s suddenly awake, and he listens to Eric tell the tale of dinner with
Georgina Sparks.
The next morning, he sips mimosas in the sunshine and determines the best way
to make the bitch pay.
*
Sometime after Eric outs himself and Asher, and Blair and Chuck revert to off-
again status, Eric drops by Chuck’s suite one day after school. They play video
games, and Chuck, being Chuck, gets Eric completely wasted.
Eric leans back on the couch, his head lolling. “I don’t even know why I miss
him.” He gulps from his rocks glass, grimacing. “He would never even blow me.”
This certainly gets Chuck’s attention. “Never?”
“Nope.”
“That’s inexcusable.”
”I know! And whenever I did it for him, he’d never kiss me afterwards. It made
me feel so…I dunno. Bad.”
Chuck decides that Asher Hornsby hasn't quite been humiliated enough, and that
the sitution should be rectified as soon as possible.
*
The thing about Eric is that, unlike Serena or Blair or even Nate, Eric has
never done an awful thing in his life. Considering the laundry list of terrible
things Chuck has done, he’s not sure why he likes Eric so much. By all rights,
Eric should irritate him as much as Saint Dan Humphrey does.
But he doesn’t, and as Eric flops down beside him on Chuck’s bed one evening
and tells him he wants to watch a movie, Chuck finds himself scrolling through
the pay-per-view options. It’s better than brooding alone over Blair’s latest
rebuff. In his pyjamas. At nine-thirty p.m.
So they watch Angelina Jolie shoot people and purse her perfect lips, and Chuck
sighs loudly. “God, I’m horny.”
There are a few beats of silence, and then the mattress dips as Eric shifts
over. People don’t surprise Chuck very often, but when Eric’s hand skims under
Chuck’s pyjamas and across his stomach, Chuck finds himself at a loss for
words.
Eric’s grin is sly. “I can help.”
“It was simply a declaration. You don’t have to…”
“I want to. Can I?” Eric’s hand steals down and wraps around Chuck’s cock,
which naturally springs to life.
Chuck nods, and lifts his hips as Eric pulls his pyjama bottoms down to his
knees. Chuck has never been with a guy — tangled confusions of limbs and body
parts during a few orgies notwithstanding — but he never says no to someone who
wants to pleasure him. Chuck Bass doesn’t live by many rules, but that’s one of
them.
Eric takes him in his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking and Jesus. Chuck
sucks in a deep breath as Eric’s head bobs up and down, the wet heat of his
mouth surrounding him. His thighs spread and Eric dips lower, his hand twisting
around the base of Chuck’s cock.
Chuck’s fingers thread through Eric’s hair, but he doesn’t need to guide him.
Eric pulls up and licks Chuck from base to tip, his other hand snaking down to
caress Chuck’s balls. He teases lightly, his fingers and tongue feathery, and
Chuck starts breathing harder.
When Eric’s mouth closes over him again, his lips stretched around Chuck’s
dick, Chuck moans loudly. As Eric kneads his balls, they start tingling, and
before Chuck can warn him, he’s coming down Eric’s throat as bliss waves over
his body. Eric swallows as much as he can, and milky semen leaks out of the
sides of his mouth.
Chuck’s eyes close, and he smiles. “You have a bright and illustrious future
ahead of you as a cocksucker.”
He hears Eric giggle. “Thanks.”
Chuck opens his eyes to find Eric licking his fingers, and it’s a much hotter
sight than it has any right to be. Chuck reaches down to jerk him off — it’s
only fair, after all — but finds that Eric’s sweats are already damp in the
front.
Eric blushes furiously. “It’s a firm mattress.”
As Chuck tucks himself back into his pyjamas, he chuckles and changes the
subject before Eric’s ears turn red, too. “This movie's almost done. What
should we watch next?”
Eric shrugs, and his smile is nervous. “Um, I don’t know. Whatever."
Chuck watches him for a long moment before he sits up, his hand sliding behind
Eric’s head. Kissing him softly, Chuck languidly explores Eric’s mouth. He
tastes himself on Eric’s tongue as he strokes it, and Eric sighs into him.
When their lips part, Chuck stretches back on the bed and Eric follows, curling
up to his side, head resting on Chuck’s chest. Chuck's arm arcs around Eric’s
back as the credits roll.
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