Summary:

The thoughts and feelings behind the man with the ice heart, our love to hate him bad boy Chuck Bass. The beginnings of Chair and a glimpse at the man behind the facade, you know you love him xoxo Gossip Girl.

When watching the first season again for the hundredth time and reading a few Gossip girl fan fictions I had the idea to do a Chuck Bass point of view story, its 100% Chuck Bass. It's his point of view from about episode 9 to episode 13. If this is well received I may do some other stories, one-shots of scenes I think were missed out in the series, some I just wanted to add. Some rated M but others not. This first part will basically be a back story with thoughts about what happened in episode 7 and 8 plus some added Chair scenes, so I hope you like it xoxo Beth.

Part one: The beginning.

She ran her hands down my chest, climbed onto my lap, rubbing herself up against me her hands were getting closer and closer to the waist band on my trousers, she undid my belt and pulled down my zipper and yanked the trousers off me. I raised my head that was hung in pleasure to look into her deep brown eyes as she lowered herself onto–

Knocking at the door woke me up from the best dream I've had in months, my eyes flew open and I took in the familiar sight of my hotel room at the Palace, clothes were lying on pieces of furniture and on the floor. A sigh caused me to realise that I was sharing the bed and that they were laid with their head on my chest and I looked down to see none other than Blair Waldorf, the beautiful, brunette goddess lying sleeping next to me, her head on my chest and her arm across my stomach, I was laid flat on my back one arm on her waist, holding her to me and the other hand was only centimetres away from her hand on my stomach. I realised we were both naked and the realisation was beginning to excite me and I became aroused by the thought of Blair naked especially when I thought of what happened, how I worshipped her body, took my time to make sure she knew how beautiful and desirable she was. The person at the door knocked again and Blair started to stir. Memories of the previous night rushed through me, stood on the balcony at her party talking about those damn butterflies that I got when I thought of her and that night in the limo. Nate blowing her off leaving her heartbroken and in need of being comforted, Blair and I kissing at her birthday party after I gave her the necklace she had picked out at the jewellers, coming back here and having sex for the second time, I had never been more fully satisfied, sexually than I was now, I felt no urge to go and have sex with random girls in clubs.

Maybe she had changed me, I shook my head, no I'm Chuck Bass, I don't change, in life I care about money and the pleasures money bring me and now maybe – No, I didn't care about Blair, I looked down at her and had to admit if only to myself that maybe I did but only because she was a good lay, I smirked and I was determined to not let this be about anything other than sex. She moved her head so that her face was no longer concealed from me but it was covered by her long, dark curls. I brushed her hair away from my face and I looked at her. Her long lashes, her sexy, pink, perfectly pouted lips and then I couldn't help myself so I leant down and kissed her on the forehead willing whoever was at my door to go away and I seemed to work the knocking didn't return. I sighed and looked down at the brunette in my arms, what was I doing? I'm Chuck Bass, I never slept with a girl in my arms and I rarely let them share my bed and if I did afterwards I'd make sure to get my sheets burned by the staff. Yet here I was lying with my best friend's ex-girlfriend in my arms, who had just started to unconsciously draw patterns on my chest whilst still asleep and moving closer so that I could feel her breasts pressing into me. Her breathing was still deep so I could be certain she was asleep. The contact of her breasts and her fingers drawing circles and playing with my chest hair was getting a reaction making cock even harder. She was driving me insane, at that moment her eyes fluttered open and her hand actions seized before she sleepily looked up at me.

"Hey," she whispered, moving her hand to my face and stroking my unshaved jaw. She didn't seem to be ashamed of last night and what had happened but it was early yet, she regretted it the first time and although I wasn't willing to admit it, especially to her it upset me.

"Good morning," I kissed her on her forehead, a very un-Chuck Bass like thing to do. Blair then moved her leg that was lying next to mine and brought it to wrap across my legs but her knee brushed up against my dick causing me to groan.

"What do we have here?" She said cockily, last night had done wonders for her self-confidence she sat up, letting the covers fall from her chest, she was a goddess, her breasts were a gift from god. She removed the covers from my naked form and throwing them to the bottom of the bed leaving me naked in the bed with my erection on full show. "I think someone needs a bit of attention."

She smirked at me before crawling to sit between my legs, she looked up at me, she was completely naked and unashamed her perfect breasts right in my line of sight which made me moan with pleasure, she had wrapped the covers around her bottom half so I couldn't see if she was getting aroused as well.

The sight of her lowering down to press her mouth to the tip of my dick made my eyes roll back, she hadn't even touched me yet and already pre-cum was already covering the head of my dick. Blair ran her hands up my thighs as she lowered her self and opened her mouth to let the head of my dick into her warm, wet mouth. There was no way she had done this before, Nate had never mentioned it. She grabbed my hand and moved it to the back of her head so I could guide her, but so far she was amazing, she swirled her tongue around the tip causing for me to gasp and hold her hair tighter, I didn't think I was going to need to guide her. Normally I wouldn't care if I was being rough and I would shove my cock into the mouth of whatever girl it was not caring if she didn't like it. With Blair it was different, I wanted her to learn and I didn't want her to feel inadequate, like she did with Nate, she was a natural and could do no wrong. She acted on instinct at everything we had done so far, which wasn't as much as I could have wished. She took my cock further into her mouth, whilst running her hands up my thighs causing me to lift my hips off the bed and to fist the silk sheets on the bed with my other hand. My head fell back and my eyes closed, nothing existed but us in this moment. She swirled her tongue around my cock again taking me further in and she then cupped my balls in her hand and massaged them, I was getting closer and she knew it too. She took me all the way in and then grazed her teeth against the underside of my cock.

My hips jerked off the bed again and moaned, I was nearly there she massaged my balls in her hand again and groaned around my dick, the vibrations causing me to get closer than before, she lowered her head back down whirling her tongue around and using her teeth a little, going up and down until I exploded into her mouth as she took me in as far as possible and groaned again, she was getting turned on by this as well, she swallowed everything that I gave as I emptied into her mouth muttering fuck, Blair under my breath. Best wake up ever. I loosened my grip of her hair and she removed it as she then crawled back to her previous position as I watched her in awe, that was the first blow job she had ever given and yet she caused a reaction in me that a girl with a life time of experience couldn't.

"Feeling better?" She asked whilst stroking my face as I just laid in silence, tongue tied after that mind blowing orgasm.

"If only I could wake up like that every morning," I smirked at her, watching her finally comprehend the fact that it was morning, Nate hadn't shown up at her party and that we had sex after that. She sat up suddenly and reached for her phone before laying back down pulling the covers to cover up her breasts that I was openly staring at.

"Shoot, its nine. I've got to go," She got up and started putting on her bra and thong that we discarded around the room last night, I was sad to see her go and I got up also and pulled on a pair of boxers from my drawer, " I will call you later, okay?"

"Wait, Blair I'll give you a ride just wait a second. You rang Eleanor last night and said you were sleeping at Serena's there is nothing to worry about. Nobody would ever think in a million years you would be here."

I was slightly saddened by this thought as I grabbed her waist and got her to sit down at the bar before she could put her dress on I handed her my robe, she put it on and smiled at me before sitting down. The sight of her in my robe made me smile for some unknown reason, I covered it up as I went to get the spare robe from my room and rang room service to bring up breakfast and some toiletries for Blair.

"Thanks, Bass," she said as I walked back into the room she was running her fingers through her hair looking at her reflection in the mirror above the bar, "and thanks for last night, it was erm..."

"It's no problem Waldorf, anyone that can give that good head deserves to be treated like the queen they are." I smiled cockily at her again which caused her to look down in embarrassment, I went and sat next to her, "You don't regret what we did, do you?" She raised a hand to the necklace that I gave her that she hadn't taken off and smiled at me.

"I don't regret it, you were there for me whereas Nate hasn't been for years, although this doesn't mean anything other than what it is its just sex Bass." She looked straight into my eyes, her hair looking slightly messy and her make-up slightly smudged but apart from that she was perfect.

"Don't worry Waldorf, I'm not the sentimental type, I'm just here to show you what you've been missing dating Nate." I had no doubt that in the bedroom department I knew how to handle my business a lot better than he could handle his. I leant into kiss her to give her an excellent example of how I differed from Nate, I showed her passion something she hadn't experienced with Nate.

Just as I was about to move Blair so she was sat on the bar with her legs spread out there was a knock at the door.

"Room Service," I answered her questioning gaze. I got up and answered the door, we had breakfast and then Blair got ready to leave taking a shower which took every ounce of my self- control to not join her and then after she made sure she looked presentable we left.

The following days nothing happened and thanksgiving was quickly approaching, Blair's favourite holiday which I was spending alone in the confines of my suite, Bart didn't care much for the holidays. I got in a few stolen kisses from Blair in empty classrooms and once or twice I went to her penthouse we never got very far though before long something or other caused for me to leave once we were interrupted by Eleanor coming home early, she nearly caught us if it wasn't for me locking Blair's door there would have been no way that I could have hidden in her closet away from Eleanor. I hadn't had sex with anyone since Blair's birthday party, I had been tempted to but by the time I got the girls back to my suite I felt this weird emotion. Guilt I guess is what most would call it but someone like me had never felt guilty before all I knew was that it was to do with Blair, she stirred up emotions in me that I had never before experienced like jealousy. Nate didn't notice the changes in Blair that I had seen the way she walked now with a spring in her step, she felt more confident which made her even more dangerous to the girls at Constance that crossed her. I gave her a knowing smile every time our paths crossed which she eagerly returned before slipping me a note telling me to meet her somewhere for a hot make out session.

Thanksgiving passed in a blur, at one point I nearly went to go and visit Blair, thanksgiving was her favourite holiday and she had been talking about how her father was coming. Blair texted me to say that Serena knew we had sex twice but that she wasn't telling her about anything else and that she had kicked S out before dinner, that made me smile but a voicemail I got from her later on concerned me, her father hadn't come, it had something to do with Blair's mother telling him that Blair didn't want him there, Blair had sounded upset and it worried me that she might do something.

I knew Blair was bulimic and I didn't want her to have a relapse, her self-confidence got worse whilst being with Nate and I knew that after she found out about Nate and Serena she started making herself sick again. I understood her, she felt like nobody in her life cared that she was around, Eleanor wasn't a good mother and constantly put her down, Nate was in love with her best friend and Serena left without telling Blair goodbye. It's no wonder she has resorted to making herself sick, it was her way of coping like mine was drinking. My heart ached for her and I wished I could go see her I didn't however as much as I wanted to and I found out from her later on that she had called Serena and so she didn't need me. Plus if I had turned up she would have probably had a heart attack, Chuck Bass would never just go around to see if she was alright, I didn't want her to know how deep my feelings were. It worked for me that she just thought it was about sex, I didn't want her to run off. I also got a message from Nate about how his father was in hospital after a drug overdose. God we were all screwed up weren't we.

I couldn't go round to Blair's she didn't want anyone to know about us and I certainly didn't want Nate to find out. Plus the fact that we had to hide it from everyone made it even more exciting, the only one who had any idea was Dorota and now Serena knew I guess. I didn't know what I felt towards her, that night at the club I saw a different side to her one that made me even more attracted to her, I had always preferred brunettes. Blondes always came across as easy and I liked a challenge which was what Blair was or at least that was what she was at first, like I told her at her birthday I couldn't sleep, the night that she stayed was the best sleep I had had since I realised my feelings for her, every night since I wasn't falling asleep until the early hours of the morning and then only because of complete exhaustion. The butterflies as I called them that I got whenever I thought about Blair were getting worse and the sexual energy between us. I was drawn towards her like a moth to a flame, it was unstoppable, and like magnets our pull was undeniable.

I didn't know what was so special about her, sure she probably understood me more than anyone else even Nate but that was because we are so similar, she was the queen of Constance and I was the king of St. Jude's. In my head we were probably the perfect couple but everything got in the way my reputation, Nate and the fact that I wasn't what she considered to be her type. I pulled my head out of my hands and poured myself another drink at the bar in my suite, I wanted to be worthy of Blair's attention, I wanted to display her proudly on my arm but not yet. I don't do girlfriends and as much as I liked Blair I was sure she didn't like me nearly as much. I was falling for her but that didn't mean that we would be together, Blair had to want me to be with me, only then would I even consider the idea of us being a couple.