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Chuck Bass is walking back to his room after yet one more night of sin at the Victrola when he hears the def moans.
They come from Eric's room. He checks his cell phone. It's late. Probably the nurse is sleeping in the guest room and can't hear him. Very worried he opens the door without knocking. He regrets the folly gesture the moment he eyes Eric.
The young boy covers himself immediately. "Can't you knock?" He hisses too embarrassed to look back at the unwanted visitor.
"Oh, fu- - I'm really sorry Eric. I heard these sounds. I thought you were in pain. I just wanted to…help." Chuck closes the door behind him and walks to Eric's bed. He climbs into it and rests an assuring hand on the younger one's forearm. "It's okay." He grants.
But for Eric it's not okay. It's mortifying - to say the least! Being caught in the act is embarrassing for itself. Being caught by someone like Chuck is unnamable.
"Everybody does it." Chuck's voice is calm and surprisingly friendly. Eric looks back at him. "Yeah, but how many are stupid enough to get caught like this?" He snaps.
"You're not stupid, Eric. You were in the privacy of your room. I should have knocked, I know. I just was worried." The older guy soothes.
Eric sighs. "You can go now." Chuck looks at him. "You sure you're okay?"
The blond guy pulls his blanket closer. "Can you do me a favor?" Chuck pays wide attention. "Please don't tell anyone. Especially my mom. She thinks I'm still ten." Both guys chuckle knowingly.
"I'll do better," Chuck utters. "If you promise not to freak out like a ten year old." He pulls the blanket. "Give me more space."
Eric shifts aside so Chuck lies down next to him. "Close your eyes and enjoy." Chuck murmurs, his hand wandering under the warm cover.
He takes hold of the teen's half swollen member, Eric whimpers as he feels the new touch.
"Relax." Chuck lectures as he rubs the length in long yet soft maneuvers.
Eric buries his face into Chuck's neck. His mind flies to every forbidden thought he can think of, every prohibited wild desire he can reach at the moment. His mind travels far away, followed by his body, to a land of lust, lewdness and uncensored smut.
Chuck evens the strokes making sure his pupil acknowledges all he can teach. His thumb works over the sensitive spot under the tip and then continues at a steady pace, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
He recognizes the slight trembling on Eric's body causing him to tighten the grip and pump faster.
"Ch-u-ck!" Eric gasps exploding into a volcano, gushing spurts of hot white lava allover his well-doer's hand. "Good boy, good boy." The helping young man encourages.
Chuck only stops when the aftershocks cease and the last drop is finally released. He waits until Eric's chest calms down. It takes a while but he's patient. "Give me your shirt."
The now relaxed kid pulls off his shirt and shuts his eyes close as he is neatly cleaned up. Chuck cleans his own hand before tossing the shirt away. "Just put it in the laundry bag." He advises.
Chuck leans in and pecks his faux brother's forehead. "Sleep tight." He murmurs. As he heads to the door Eric calls him. "Chuck?"
He looks back. "Thanks." The young one utters. Chuck smirks at him before leaving.
As he reaches his den he feels relieved. One more day is over in his sinner world.
Thank you.