Chapter 1

The New York Palace Hotel bellhop Frank Moby was removing the luggage of the son of billionaire mogul Bart Bass from a limo and placing it onto a carrier. He looked up at the adventurous playboy and heir to Bass Industries, Chuck Bass.

Chuck was standing over by the hotel door with his eyes seemingly glued to his phone while he texted. Frank could see however, how Chuck and his handsome smile were secretly keeping an eye on him. After all, Frank was keeping his eyes on Chuck.

Frank knew that he had to play it carefully. He did not want to be too flirtatious or come on too strong. While he didn't know if Chuck would respond to a man's advances, he hoped the secret looks Chuck was giving him were some type of clue.

"It's an honor to be handling your packages Sir," Frank said while pushing the luggage into the hotel.

Chuck's family's company owned the hotel, so Frank was sure Chuck was used to being in charge and having his way. That was fine with Frank. He would let Chuck be in charge as long as Chuck did what Frank wanted.

Frank pushed the luggage cart ahead of Chuck to the private elevator to Chuck's suite. Chuck used his access key, and they began to ride to Chuck's floor.

Frank refrained from saying anything during the elevator ride, since he hadn't been spoken to first. Instead he took his hands off the luggage cart and slowly moved them to his own body. He started massaging his crotch absentmindedly.

If Chuck were only looking at his phone, then he probably wouldn't notice. If he noticed and wasn't into guys, he would probably say to show more decorum at his hotel. If Chuck were into guys however, the options could be more exciting!

Frank gave it a few more seconds, and then he added his hand rubbing his chest to the mix. He was sure that any guy who saw another guy doing this would know what it meant.

He let the thoughts and sensations of caressing himself flow through his body for a few moments before he licked his lips and put his hands slowly back on the luggage cart.

He used his peripheral vision to gauge Chuck's reaction. Sure, he was still texting on his phone, but Frank could tell by the swelling in Chuck's crotch that Chuck knew he was in the elevator with a sexually aroused man who was ready to do anything.

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Dan Humphrey wasn't really Chuck's friend. He knew Chuck mainly because they went to the same high school, St. Jude's School for Boys. Chuck of course could afford to go there, but Dan was there only because he had a scholarship.

Going to the same school hadn't made him friends with Chuck. It was only because Dan had somehow managed to make a connection with Serena van der Woodsen, the girl of his dreams, that he had spoken to Chuck.

Serena was one of the star socialites of the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Her and her friends' activities were often written about in the social pages of the paper, and on a popular gossip blog called Gossip Girl.

Serena knew everyone and had connections to all the hottest parties and places all over town.

Serena's best friend Blair Waldorf was Chuck's girlfriend. That often meant that because Dan was dating Serena, he interacted with Chuck.

Though they didn't have much in common, Dan made an effort to create a relationship. His latest tactic involved asking Chuck for business advice.

Dan knew that he had artistic sensibilities and wanted to be a writer when he graduated high school. He also listened to his father Rufus Humphrey's advice, and realized that being more savvy about business could only help him navigate the complex world of publishing.

Chuck had agreed to explain his life as a leader in business. Dan was supposed to go to Chuck's hotel and see how Chuck ran things. Dan knew this meeting played to Chucks' ego, and thought that in the end it would help them create a friendship.

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Frank was attending to Chuck, who was lying on the couch in his suite sipping champagne. Frank was licking Chuck's toes.

"I've seriously never done anything like this before," Chuck said.

Out of his bellhop uniform and wearing nothing but his underwear, Frank chose to believe Chuck. He noted however, that it hadn't taken much convincing to get Chuck to let him free the erection that Chuck had developed in his pants.

After Frank had gotten Chuck's pants down, Frank's mouth had gone to work. He'd realized that Chuck was the type of guy who liked to be worshiped, so he had let his mouth roam all over Chuck's body. He had stopped short of bringing Chuck to satisfaction that way, because he had wanted Chuck to bend him over and probe deeply.

Frank had experience with guys who claimed to be straight, and knew to prepare to leave quickly after the straight guy was satisfied. This prevented the after sex hostility that could result when a straight guy realized what he had done. It often increased the chances of future no strings encounters with straight guys when they realized the gay guy had no expectations.

Frank hoped this would be the first of many visits to Chuck's suite. He lifted his head up and told Chuck he'd had a great time and should probably get back to his post now. He found his pants and got them on. He picked up his shirt and opened Chuck's door to leave.

Stepping out of the room while trying to get his arm in the sleeve of his shirt, he bumped into a dark haired guy who was standing close enough to the door he could have been listening on the other side.

"Hey dude, what's your problem! Are you eavesdropping at people's doors?" Frank tried to catch his balance from almost falling over.

"Um... No. I, I wasn't. I'm just waiting for Chuck Bass."

"I think I'll get security. You look suspicious." Frank finished putting his shirt on.

"No... no I'm not. I'm Dan. Chuck knows me. It sounded like he was busy in there so I just thought I would wait until he was done. But, it's probably not a good time, so I'll come back later."

"I have a better idea. Let's ask Mr. Bass who this stalker at his door is." Frank turned to knock on the door of the room he had just left. Before he could start, he heard the footsteps of Dan as he took off running down the hallway.