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Episode 19: In the Ice of the Night (Lost Episode)

Gossip Girl here and I'm hitting you up with news of the biggest thing to hit the streets this summer. Looks like someone didn't make it to Tuscany and everyone is going to reap the rewards. Well everyone but Queen B that is, but something tells me she won't be sitting around if her tarmac flirtations are any indication. So get some hot, comfortable shoes and head out to fifth and 39th for a party that's sure to deliver. I know I can't wait. Something this big will really dish up the drama.

It was only a little past midnight and the party had already spilled out of the venue and onto the road. It had taken some hefty bribes to keep the place from getting shut down, it was way too full, but it was worth it. People would still be talking about this party in the fall. An invitation had been issued, no names attached of course, but everyone knew it was Bass. Who else would have the money or the audacity to throw such a huge event.

The Chuck Bass in question was dressed to the nines and he knew it. You could see it in his self-satisfied walk, in his half smirk, and from the way his eyes drifted over the guests making plans for the night. But he was Chuck Bass, he could get away with it. A young girl stumbled against Chuck. She was wearing a short yellow dress and had her heels in her hands regardless of the fact that they were outside. "You're Chuck Bass," she slurred drunkenly against his chest.

"That I am."

"Good party," she said, punctuating each word with a jab on his five thousand dollar, black silk Versace suit. He moved slightly so her peppermint schnapps breath wasn't blowing right in his face and gestured to a tall man standing at the door. The man started to walk towards them as Chuck disentangled the girls hands and passed her off to the bouncer.

"Have a good time," he called to her. She smiled and then lurched sideways to throw up in the gutter. Freshmen, he thought, smoothing his lapels. Had he ever been that much of a mess?

"You're the one who insisted on having an open invitation," Serena said, sneaking up behind him and watching the girl with pity.

"Yes, well there's always a few who don't know when to say when. That's what makes it a party right?" Serena just looked at him. She knew he was referring to her behaviour the year before.

"I'm not currently hating you Chuck, do you really want to go there again?"

"Okay, okay sis," he said putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Truce?" Chuck didn't notice his best friend had come trailing along behind Serena.

"Whoa, tense. What's going on?" Nate said.

"Nothing," Serena jumped in. "I was just telling Chuck that he's certainly outdone himself with his beat the heat party." She smiled at Chuck but there was a warning in her eyes.

"Good," Nate said. "I wouldn't want us to take off to the Hampton's with you guys still fighting." Chuck's ear's perked up at that.

"You two are going away together?" He gave Serena his best 'up to no good' expression.

"It's nothing like that Chuck," Serena said. "Get your mind out of the gutter. We're going to relax and get away from it all. Us going there is nothing like when you go."

"Of course," he said looking them over. "I just wanted to know if my two best-friends were going down that path again." Serena looked mad but Nate still just looked a little confused. "Forget about it. I have something I need to show you." Chuck threw an arm around both of his friends and led them into the party.

It was dark inside and completely packed. People were wall to wall and they had to move single file as Chuck pushed through. He didn't slow down as they made their way across the room. He nodded at two men, who looked almost like secret service, at the other side of the room and they parted allowing them through with little more than a nod from Chuck.

The door led to an adjacent room that was full but not packed as the club on the other side had been. The people in this room were milling about and chatting in their eight-hundred dollar shoes while attractive waiters brought them martinis. They were the cream of the Manhattan crop. Chuck paused to grab martinis from a tray for them. "You didn't think I'd have everyone all squashed together down there, did you?" If Dan Humphrey had been there he would have said something about progression being dead and that room being proof of rampant segregation and classism but Serena and Nate simply nodded in agreement. "Come on this isn't what I wanted to show you."

He led them through another maze of doors and guards only this time they were hiking up several flights of stairs, taking care not to spill their martinis. "Jeeze man," Nate said. "What did you do, rent the whole building?"

"Actually yes," Chuck answered as if that were the most natural thing in the world. "At two we're going to bring everyone up to the roof for a fireworks display and then they are coming back down another way for the real surprise.

"Oh and what's that?" Serena asked.

"This," Chuck said and threw open the warehouse style doors in front of them. I took a second for Serena and Nate to really comprehend what they were seeing and then their mouths dropped open in surprise. The room was set up as a club. Booths, a bar, a spacious dance floor and tons of technicolor lights. The only difference was that the entire room was sculpted out of ice.

"Oh-my-fucking-god!" Serena said, walking in with Nate hot on her heels. And it really was impressive. From the chair to the cups everything was perfectly made out of ice. Chuck walked in after them as proud as if he had made it himself.

"I wouldn't call it the Beat the Heat party without something to really cool you down," he said. Serena just spun around, taking everything in amd breathing deeply so that she breathed huge puffs of white.

"This is pretty amazing man," Nate said.

"I know." Chuck pulled a few perfectly rolled joints out of his coat pocket. "Care to celebrate?" Nate jumped over and took one but Serena's delicate brow furrowed.

"Chuck you know I don't do anything like that anymore," she said. He merely shrugged.

"More for Nathaniel and myself then," he said and lit up. Chuck got them out some fur lined parkas and Nate and he lay in the ice booth smoking while Serena ducked behind the bar and put her bad girl knowledge to use mixing them up a few screwdrivers. They smoked, drank and talked until they were erupting in giggles at every second word and even Serena couldn't stop herself from smiling. They were half way through an epic rock-paper-scissors championship when Serena's phone went of and she jumped half way out of her seat at the sudden vibration in her pocket. Chuck actually fell down laughing.

"It's my mom," she said with a sigh answering and holding her finger up to her lips in a vain attempt to quiet them. Chuck lit up the last joint as she talked and decided to see who could hold the smoke in longer. When he finally crack and coughed smoke coming out of his mouth and nose and tears streaming down his eyes he realized that Nate was just sitting there laughing and hadn't been taking part at all.

"I resent that," Chuck said with a little cough, wiping his eyes with his sleeve and lying back down on the bench.

"Admit it," Nate said. "You like it."

"There are other things I like to do with you too Nathaniel," Chuck said, lifting his eyebrows.

"And we have had too much to smoke, or drink, or both. Especially if you are bringing that up."

"And you're not running away this time," Chuck said sliding over and putting his head on Nate's lap. He was trying to look sexy, but lying on his back, wearing a parka and pushing himself along the booth took away from the Bass allure. Nate stared straight at Chuck. His mind was whipping along with different things he could say to that only he couldn't settle on the right one so he kept thinking as his eyes took on a glassy stare.

"Wow, you guys are really stoned," Serena said. They hadn't noticed her come back. She took in the scene, Chuck's head on Nate's lap and matching blank stares form each of them and laughed. "Look I have to go help my mom, family problems."

"Nothing serious?" Nate asked.

"Can I help?" Chuck asked at the same moment sitting up and catching himself on Nate's shoulder as the dizziness overwhelmed him for a second.

"No, nothing that bad. I just have to take care of it." She looked at her friend's faces and added, "Alone. Look I'll try to get back in time for the fireworks. If my mom saw you like this she wouldn't be happy anyway." Chuck had to agree, plus he didn't really feel like trying to talk to the step-mother while completely stoned anyway. "Just try and sober up a little," she added as she left.

"I hope nothing bad happened," Nate said.

"I'm sure they're fine." Chuck's breath warmed Nate's cheek and made him realize that he was still hanging off of his shoulder. "Serena usually comes to me first when something bad happens anyway." Nate turned to face Chuck and Chuck dropped his hand a little too casually onto his lap. "So what could we do to feel the time until the fireworks?"

"Fill the time?"

"I meant what I said," Chuck said, acting for the world like he hadn't just tried to pull off the worst pun in history. He stared up at Nate's face as he dragged his hand across Nate's fitted slacks until he found his penis, already half-hard. "Quite an accomplishment in this room Nathaniel," he said, giving Nate a squeeze and pressing a kiss to the corner of Nate's mouth. It was time to see exactly how far Nate would let this go.

"Chuck." He intended it to be a warning but it came out as kind of a whisper. Nate tried to hide his rapid breath but it was impossible in the cold room. Chuck kept pressing small kisses on the corner of his friend's mouth as his hand moved along Nate coaxing him harder in the air that didn't feel as cold anymore. "Chuck we can't," he said breathily pulling away. Chuck sat still, staring at him glassily. His hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions. Nate laughed suddenly and reached out to flatten it a bit. Chuck just sat there on his knees staring intently at his friend as he tried to fix his hair. Nate moved his hand around Chuck's head on it's mission to make him presentable but then it betrayed him. Nate had no idea how it happened but one minute he was fixing his friend's hair and the next he was gripping it hard and pulling Chuck towards him and smashing their mouths together.

Chuck came willingly, sliding across the ice bench until he was perched on top of Nate who somehow ended up flat on his back. Their kisses were deep. There was no bridge from Chuck tiny pecks to their current questing kisses. They fought, each trying to force there tongues into the other's mouth. Nate's hand was still in Chuck's hair and he tightened it so much that it should have been painful but Chuck didn't notice. He was too busy trying to devour his friend. They pulled apart to gasp for air. The tips of their lips still touching as they inhaled each other's breath deeply.

"I love being on top of you," Chuck whispered into Nate's mouth and ground down letting his friend feel just how much he did. Nate moaned at the sensation and Chuck joined their lips again. He slid against his friends as he explored his mouth more slowly. Tasting the herb and the sweet liquor, it was a heady combination. Nate had other plans though. He didn't want it to be sweet, that left him too much time to think. He lifted his head off the bench to attack Chuck's mouth again, taking what he wanted. He lifted his hips thrusting against Chuck.

Chuck played along and Nate realized that all of that practice Chuck got had not just been because of his money. The boy knew what he was doing. Nate thought about his soft loving kisses with Blair and his messy urgent ones with Serena and knew that they didn't compare. Chuck's mouth was a masterpiece and it wasn't the hard, rough quality, it was the talent. He was the Olympic gold medalist for kissing though Nate would never fluff his ego by telling him. At that thought Nate realized that maybe he was still stoned.

Chuck took advantage of Nate's distraction by moving his mouth around Nate's face. Biting and nibbling and tasting his way around Nate's neck and doing things that made his eyes roll back in his head. Chuck slid down the bench and pushed his friend's parka up with a wink. Nate went to stop him but Chuck batted his hand away pulling his pants down with the same motion.

Nate jumped a little as his bare skin touched the ice bench but the equal shock of Chuck taking him in his mouth cancelled out the feeling. Chuck slid one had under Nate to try and shield him from the cold a bit but his mind was too occupied but what his mouth was doing. He couldn't believe he had a dick in his mouth but he had the urge and he liked to listen to those. He tried to remember what he liked and he dragged his tongue around the head of Nate's penis. He felt the ridge and the salty flavour and was surprised to realize that he liked it. It was very different from going down on a girl but it was exciting. Chuck was all about experimenting in the bedroom or the ice bar.

"Fuck Chuck get off me!" Chuck's reply was muffled against skin and he decided that it would be the prefect moment to attempt to take Nate completely into his mouth.

"Fuck!" Nate cursed again, pushing at Chuck's head even as the pleasure went into over drive. "Move, move, move!" he screamed freaking out. Chuck ignored him. He could freak out after. So he kept trying to distract him with his tongue. Finally Nate dug his fingers into Chuck's hair and pulled.

"Are you insane?" Chuck yelled sitting up and rubbing his head. You never hurt someone whose mouth is on your dick. No matter how well you know them. Nate wouldn't meet his eyes just jumped up and pulled up his pants. Chuck sat back on his knees and watched. His lips were bruised and swollen and his hair was mussed. He was sex personified and he couldn't understand why Nate was pushing him away…again.

Nate frantically smoothed his clothes and jabbed his finger in the direction of the bar. Chuck glanced over and saw a couple bartenders starting to set up for the night. A girl in brown leggings and a furry dress caught Chuck's eyes and winked. So that was what this was all about. It was kind of funny but judging from Nate's pale face his friend didn't think so.

Chuck made a frustrated sound that was almost a growl as Nate fled the room without so much as a goodbye. He asked himself if he should chase after him but realized that would be too much work. He was still too stoned to care that much. He settled for a momentary wish that Nate would fall on his hard-to-get ass. Unfortunately the floor wasn't made of ice too.

He was very uncomfortable and had half a mind to finish himself off but that just wasn't his style. Chuck stretched, the bartender once again catching his eye. Maybe he should give her the night off, but then again maybe something interesting would happen at the fireworks.