My First Gossip Girl sequel

Title: Heaven on Earth

Pairing(s): Chuck/Nate, Blair/Nate

Rating: 16+

Spoilers: Early Season 1, Hand Maiden's Tail

Warnings: Graphic Slash fic named for a Britney Spears song. Yes, you read that right. Also full of annoying author's commentary.

Nate nearly cringed as his girlfriend let out a tinkling laugh from her place at his side. It wasn't that Blair had an especially annoying laugh.

It was just that, coupled with the near blinding light of the Saturday morning sun, and the acoustics of Eleanor's penthouse, Blair's laugh was not agreeing with the jackhammer currently going to town on his skull.

Nate suppressed a shudder, and reached for his glass of ice water, hoping that diluting the ethanol in his liver would provide some refuge from this torture. Holding the glass would also aid in resisting the urge to massage his throbbing temples.

The glint of Blair's bracelet drew him to her hand, which was perched affectionately on his knee.

A knee that, mere hours before, had been hooked over Chuck's shoulder as Chuck pounded into him, Nate's head thrown back in rapture.

And now his mouth was dry again.

Nate brought the glass to his lips again, trying to force the thoughts from his mind and concentrate on the conversation at hand. He'd already gone suffered through the standard questions about school and college and his relationship with Blair, but it wasn't polite to ignore one's host, especially when the spread Eleanor had thoughtfully had Dorota prepare contained some excellent Hangover foods.

Nate forced his mind to focus on the inane conversation about fashion and shopping and makeup with renewed false interest, counting the seconds until he could leave, get back to the Palace.

Nearly three hours later, Nate rushed from the Palace elevator, ignoring any passerby in his haste to reach Chuck's sweet. He fumbled through his pockets to find his key to Chuck's sweet, nearly missed the lock twice once he'd found it, and finally got the door open. He burst into the room, the door closing with a slam behind him, already scanning the room for his... Chuck.

The heir to Bart Bass' fortune was standing at his wardrobe, towel around his waist, hair damp and messy, obviously fresh from the shower.

Nate stumbled over the couchin his haste to get to Chuck.


(A/N: Don't ask me how, I'm still trying to figure that out for myself.)


"Don't run, Nathaniel, people might think you're desperate," Chuck teased, not bothering to turn around. Nate groaned as the room spun momentarily before grabbing Chuck's elbows and pushing him backwards onto the bed. Nate kicked off his shoes and wordlessly lowered himself on top of the now curious Chuck, and began nibbling at his neck and collarbone, the entire time emitting some very out-of-character whimpering noises. After a moment of bewilderment, Chuck laughed, entwining his hands in Nate's hair.

"Still hung over, I see."

Nate nodded into his chest before burying himself in Chuck's abdomen, causing Chuck's breath to hitch. Nate's tongue lapped up all of the stray water droplets from Chuck's skin before turning it's attention to Chuck's navel, an especially sensitive spot for Chuck.

"The only proof that you're human," Nate had told him laughingly after a night of too much tequila had led to body shots.

Chuck arched beneath Nate as his finger's tightened involuntarily in the blonde's hair, fighting the urge to moan. Nate's tongue flickered lightly at the rim of Chuck's navel, which Nate knew drove Chuck crazy, before biting down lightly and sucking. Chuck groaned, and Nate laughed, releasing the now abused skin and progressing lower, angling his head so that he could drag his tongue along the skin just above the top of the towel. He bit down on one of Chuck's hipbones, causing Chuck to buck.


(A/N: Hee hee. That rhymed.)


Smirking, Nate's hands grasped both of Chuck's hips as his mouth pressed light kisses back down the edge of the towel, stopping in the center, his tongue sliding under the towel to brush the start of the hairs beneath, relishing the feeling of Chuck's arousal poking against his throat. Chuck let out a coughy/laughy moan and hooked his hands under Nate's arms, dragging him up to eye level, pressing a slow, indulgent kiss to Nate's lips, their first of the day. Nate shifted slightly, seeking a better angle, causing his thigh to brush the organ currently tenting Chuck's towel. Chuck moaned and threw an arm around Nate's neck, the headlock effectively holding Nate still, while the other hand rested at the small of Nate's back, keeping him close.

They remained like that for a while before Nate, becoming impatient,


(A/N: Or possibly oxygen deprived.)


began to whimper into Chuck's mouth, his tongue more insistent as he tried unsuccessfully to create friction. Chuck smirked and broke the kiss.

"I like this new 'hello' of yours. You should greet me like this all the time from now on."

Nate laughed. "Somehow I think our teachers and parents might object to that."

Chuck snorted. "Fuck 'em."

"Ew!" They were both laughing now, and Chuck finally released his death grip to allow Nate to roll off him, onto his back.

Once his breathing had returned to normal, Chuck turned look at his best friend.

"But seriously," he asked. "What's got you so hot and bothered at two in the afternoon?" Nate blinked at the ceiling once, twice, then rolled onto his belly, his mouth immediately latching onto Chuck's earlobe, one arm slung across Chuck's chest.

"Brunch Sucked." Nate's voice was muffled by the skin of Chuck's neck, which he was apparently trying to suck clean off Chuck's body.


(A/N: Oh, GOD that's a funny mental image)


Chuck laughed, ran his fingers through the hair on the back of Nate's neck.

"What, Eleanor hinting at wedding plans again?" Chuck's laughter at his own joke became a yelp when Nate, who did not find that nearly as amusing, gripped Chuck's cock a bit too hard through the towel.

"Oh, sorry," Nate deadpanned, clearly not sorry in the least. Chuck's eyes narrowed, and Nate suddenly found himself flat on his back, Chuck straddling his hips.

It is also worth mentioning that Chuck was no longer wearing the towel.

Nate gulped at the evil glint Chuck had in his eyes as he leaned forward, slowly unbuttoning Nate's shirt, kissing every new bit of skin that was uncovered as he went. When he reached Nate's waistline, he licked a path back up to Nate's chin, and pressed a sultry kiss on Nate's lips while he untucked what was left of Nate's shirt and undid the last two buttons. When this was done, Chuck pulled back to hold Nate's gaze as he opened Nate's shirt, running his hands up Nate's chest as he leaned back down for another kiss.

This time, when Chuck pulled back, Nate followed, lips seeking Chuck's, allowing Chuck to divest him of his shirt, which was tossed to the floor. Nate's belt soon followed, and Nate was again pushed flat on his back as Chuck dragged his pants and boxers down. His socks were yanked off as well before Chuck climbed back up Nate's body for another kiss.

Their hips eventually began moving together in a slow, agonizing rhythm. Nate knew, from the look on Chuck's face, that this was just teasing, and if he tried to resume the frantic, panicky pace of before, he'd be left on his own for an afternoon of autoeroticism. He therefore let Chuck control the pace, though slightly anxious for things to get moving.

A shrill, polyphonic beeping interrupted their coital bliss. Chuck broke away from Nate's mouth with an annoyed hiss, untangled himself from Nate, and stood to search for the source of the annoyance.

He didn't have to go far.

Nate groaned when he saw Chuck retrieve his phone from his pants pocket. He sat up, swinging his long legs over the edge of the bed, and took the phone from Chuck. He rolled his eyes when he saw the display.

"Hey Blair," Nate sighed, cursing his girlfriend's terrible timing. He could feel his headache returning, and it had nothing to do with alcohol this time.

"Hey, sweetie, what're you up to?"

"Oh, Nothing much," Nate lied as Chuck sat down next to him on the bed.

"So, I'm thinking about throwing another soiree." Nate rolled his eyes at the word "soiree." "Maybe a masquerade."

"A masquerade?" Nate asked incredulously, momentarily stunned by the pretentiousness of his own girlfriend. However, and approving smile grew on Chuck's face, and Nate could tell that he was looking forward to the event already.

"Uh huh. So what do you think?"

"Well, Chuck certainly seems to approve of the idea." Nate Archibald may not have been the brightest crayon in the box, but he was certainly the most agile, both physically and orally.


(AN: For those who don't get it, I'm trying to say that he's good at evading questions. And a fast runner.)


"You're with Chuck?" It didn't sound like an accusation.

"Uh, yeah," Nate replied nervously.

"Can you give him the phone? He'll be more interested in the details than you."

Relieved, Nate gladly handed the phone to a puzzled Chuck, and flopped backwards to lie on the bed, feet dangling over the edge, Chuck's right hand on his left knee, finger's drumming some unknown beat as he and Blair discussed party details. Uninterested, Nate closed his eyes with a sigh, trying to will time into passing faster.

After three minutes or so, Nate noticed that the warmth from Chuck's hand was traveling up his leg, along his inner thigh. Nate's eyes shot open to find Chuck gazing intently at him as while conversing with Blair. Nate shuddered as Chuck's hand circled oh, so close to his cock, than retreated again. Chuck taunted him repeatedly, until Nate was emitting impatient groans of need. Worried that Blair might hear (thus bursting the evil bubble that formed at the thought of fucking her boyfriend while she pined like a virginal bitch in heat), Chuck grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, handing it to Nate to bite down on. He then proceeded to slowly jack the flustered Nate to the point of delirium.

Suddenly, his hand froze on Nate's stiffness.

"Uh, Blair, I'm going to have to call you later. Nate's call waiting is going off." Nate, still trying to get a good look at his own brain, barely comprehended his words, until...

"Oh, HelloMrs. Archibald." Nate's eyes widened in abject horror as he numbly held his hand out for the phone.

"Mom," Nate thanked God, Zeus, Shiva, Krishna, and countless other deities he didn't believe in that his voice came out normally. Chuck maintained a reassuring grip on his arm, keeping his mind grounded. Nate focused on listening to his mother, then rolled his eyes as his brain processed her words:

"Your father and I were worried when you didn't come home after Brunch at the Waldorf's."

"I'm fine, Mom."

"You don't sound fine. Did something happen at Brunch?" Translation: Did you do your father's ass kissing for him like a good boy; or did you screw up his chances of getting his claws into Eleanor's business? God damn them, if they didn't pay his cell phone bill, he would have blocked their number years ago.

"Brunch with Eleanor was fine, Mom." Chuck, picking up on the nature of the conversation, lay back by Nate on the bed; his presence a comforting reminder that though Nate's parents were self-absorbed and irresponsible, Nate still had someone who loved him. Who looked out for him.

"Look, Mom, Blair asked me to call me her this afternoon, so if that's all..."

"Oh of course, dear. Be sure to give her my regards."

"I will Mom. Love you." Nate snapped his phone shut with a pronounced eye roll. Chuck laughed and rolled on his side to face him.

"What do you think Mommy Dearest would think if she knew why you ireally/i spend so much time in my suite?" Chuck asked jokingly. Nate laughed.

"Don't know, don't care. Though my father would probably try to find some way to use this to advance his career."

"Sounds familiar," Chuck agreed.

"Doesn't matter what they'd think. What anyone would think. All that matters is here and now." Nate leaned towards Chuck.

"Nathaniel, who knew you were such a romantic?" Chuck teased before fusing Nate's lips to his own. Their tongues entwined, their intensity increasing, until Nate soon found himself straddling Chuck's thighs, Chuck's fingers tight in his hair, holding Nate in a less-than-comfortable position, but Nate barely noticed anything other than the warmth of Chuck's chest pressed against his, silky skin and firm, sinewy muscles. Not to mention the burning in his groin.


AN: Of the non-VD variety. XD


The passion in Chuck's eyes when they finally came up for air made the fire inside Nate burn a thousand times hotter. An urgent need to see if how far he could push him, Nate started licking his way down the column of Chuck's throat, pausing only to suck on his Adam's apple. He continued, down, down, down, drinking up the sweat from Chuck's chest and abs. He made his way lower, until he was going down on Chuck, deep throating him without the slightest hesitation, and swallowing.

Chuck groaned as the muscles of Nate's throat worked the head of his cock, tongue writhing against his shaft, Nate's lips rubbing the base as Chuck's pubic hair tickled his nose. When Nate eventually took Chuck's sac in his hand, Chuck was shocked back into reality enough to yank on Nate's hair, silently letting Nate know that Chuck's pleasure was not to be placed above Nate's need for oxygen. Relenting, Nate pulled back until only the head remained in his mouth, inhaled and exhaled deeply through his nose (while tormenting Chuck's slit with his tongue, of course), and took it all back in again, sucking hard.

Nate began bobbing his head up and down on Chuck's cock, Chuck's fingers digging into his scalp encouragingly. Nate's pace gradually increased, until Chuck's fingers began to yank on his hair again, a warning that he was close. Ignoring this, Nate's pace increased further, accompanied by a rather convincing impression of a toothed Hoover vacuum, until Chuck was spilling himself down the back of Nate's throat with a yell.

Nate licked the remnants of their activities from Chuck's cock and his own lips before crawling back up Chuck's body, taking in his best friends hazy, dilated pupils, flushed cheeks, and swollen mouth as he came down from his high. Chuck smiled at Nate when he finally regained his vision, kissed his lips softly, tasting himself on them.

"You're crazy tonight, you know that?" Chuck's voice was soft, hardly more than a whisper, and slightly hoarse from all the screaming. Nate simply gave Chuck a smile that didn't reach his eyes, and rolled off the bed to his feet.

"Says the guy who gave me a hand job the middle of a Public Library." Nate replied as he foraged through Chuck's well-stocked nightstand, emerging with lube and three varieties of condoms. He tossed them to Chuck on the bed, and climbed back in.

Now the real fun began.


AN: You know the deal, people. You can buy an i extremely /i graphic sequel for the price of 10 reviews.