When You Met Me

Written By Lyn Lloyd

Chapter Four

Burn, Baby, Burn

"I love the contradictions of people..." -Jewel
Serena charged her cell phone, since all of her obsessions with Dan's texts had consumed herself. She was sick of checking her inbox and reading the zero messages, it was more depressing than the actual breakup. She lay on her bed, on her white sheets, that made her seem pure and innocent and blonde, something she hated about herself now. Something she that made her miss Nate.

She unplugged her phone from her charger and searched through her contacts, Nate's popped up and she read the number at least ten times before pressing the send button. She put the phone up to her ear and listened to it ring. Each ring was long and played out; she just wanted him to quickly answer the phone as if waiting for her to call.

"Hey Serena."

Serena paused before speaking.

"Hello?"

"Hi, sorry."

Nate smiled into the phone, "Where are you?"

"My room."

Nate held back, "I'm by your house; actually I just went to see Chuck."

Serena held her breath. Blair didn't cross her mind, only Nate, alone with her did, and she wanted it right now, more than anything because of the fact that maybe some closeness would make up for something.

Chuck needed something to make up for all of the times he wanted it with a guy. For months, straining over gay porno, watching it continuously until he wanted to grab any random guy and do him. But then, he was not as sure as he was now.

And neither was Dan. Dan felt himself heat up when the doors opened into Chuck's dark, cold penthouse. Like a prison or a castle, from a vampire movie, mysterious, twisted, sexy. It fit Chuck perfectly. The lighting gave him chills, especially when Chuck went into the dim light and waited for him to step out of the elevator.

"Humphrey." Chuck made the first move over to Dan.

His groins grew when he touched Dan, heat consumed him and pleasure like nothing he'd ever felt, engulfed him. Chuck moved close, cautiously, then greedy as he pushed his lips onto Dan's.

Dan sunk into the feeling of Chuck's lips against his own, but he had no clue what to do next, didn't know what to fondle or how to stand. Chuck stepped back, his messy black hair made Dan's heart skip, Chuck looked vulnerable, and Dan wanted to hold him. A more sensitive side formed in Dan towards Chuck, something that surprised him because Chuck was more like a sex toy, not a cute boy.

So Dan, grabbed Chuck, held him. Chuck held on to, also surprised that he let Dan. What had got into him?

"I said fuck me, Dan, not cuddle me."

Dan let go and stared into Chuck's fiery eyes, "I know…" He said softly kissing Chuck again.

Chuck grabbed Dan's wrist and pulled him towards the bed, and falling down with him. Chuck didn't take any time removing clothes.

Chuck took off his shirt and pants until he was in his boxers, but Dan hesitated, nervous, but also curious to what Chuck thought of him. He lay down, watching Chuck as he moved like a snake over his body.

"Hurry up." Chuck pulled Dan on top of him.

"I can't do this." Dan panicked, but his cock said something different.

"Yes you can." Chuck groaned.

"No, I can't." Dan was interrupted by Chuck's hand and his mouth.

"Chuck, stop." Dan sat up, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be fucking sorry." Chuck stood up and Dan sat up frustrated.

"I want to." Dan said softly.

"But you want to cuddle and hug and talk about literature and chocolate cake."

Dan frowned, but at the same time wanted to laugh at how dramatic Chuck actually was.

Chuck sat on a chair only a few feet away, angry, fuming at Dan, "I want to fuck something, anything whether it be you or fucking whoever."

"Can't we just talk a bit?"

"Talk, about what?"

Dan sighed, taking off his tie, "I don't know."

"I have nothing to talk about, I'm boring alright, all I want to say, actually not say, but moan is, a yes."

Chuck clenched his teeth, "I haven't had it in months."

Dan rubbed his eyes, "I'm not used to this, okay?"

"Used to sex?"

"Used to sex with guys."

"Me neither." Chuck said, his voice getting mellower.

Dan sunk onto the floor, "I just broke up with Serena."

Chuck watched Dan sulk on the floor, "You're not going to cry are you?"

Dan looked up at him, "No."

Chuck slid off the chair and sat next to him, "Good."

Dan stared at Chuck for a second, "Have you ever had a normal heart to heart discussion?"

"No." Chuck scoffed.

"Why not?"

Chuck shot him a look.

"Okay I get it." Dan sighed, a hint of a smile on his lips.

"I don't have any heart to contribute to a heart to heart discussion, so it'd be completely one sided."

Dan felt Chuck's hand against his, as they sat together, leaning against the large king-sized bed. Chuck's penthouse was spotless, but only in the bad sense that all the love and good stuff you need to be a normal human being had been cleaned out. Nothing was really there. Chuck grew up in this, Dan thought, still trying to grasp that.

"I have to disagree."

Chuck laughed, "Seriously, Dan, I can't tell you I'm this nice person inside waiting to come out."

"But you're not a monster."

"I bet you have just been dieing to interrogate me."

Dan nodded, "Pretty much."

Chuck looked at Dan and kissed him, pushing him onto the plush white carpet. Dan felt Chuck above him, devouring him, and then he rolled over on top of Chuck, pushing his hand into his boxers. Chuck wrapped his arms around Dan tightly, and Dan liked the vulnerability of Chuck. But, it was strange seeing him so open.

Dan shrugged off his shirt and pants, throwing them into a pile on the chair Chuck had occupied only minutes earlier.

Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter, but I wanted to give you something because I'm actually writing a lot of stuff at the moment and this is to keep me from getting writer's block. It's my favorite fanfic though, I just love writing it.

Please give me reviews, I'd love them.

Thanks so much for reading!

Lyn Lloyd