Phone Booth

Disclaimer: I don't own Dan Humphery or Chuck Bass

WARING: This story has slash (boyboy) sex, and, well sex

A/N: If I feel like writing more about this, ie and after math, then I will. But for now its a stand alone.
P.S. why isn't there anymore slash stories containing Dan/Chuck? whyyyy?

The first time they had sex was in a phone booth. It was the closest thing they had to concealment at the time.

It was also the first time Dan had had sex with anyone of the same gender. To say it was a trilling almost magical event of two people (boys more like it) experimenting was just plane wrong.

Not wrong in the seance of 'OMG that is so wrong' but more as in 'That isn't the right answer.'

Dan had thought it was because of the presence known as Chuck Bass because even though the latter was the one pounding into him (this however did negate some of the effects of sex) it wasn't the correct answer.

Maybe it was the uncomfortable feeling that his first time with another guy was not only with Chuck Bass but also in a phone booth. A public phone booth that he may or may not see again (though Dan hopped it was the latter). One that had never been washed and would never be washed. Where Dan's and Chuck's after math would always stay.

It defiantly was because he had to keep his head down as the two ruthlessly grind together. Its not like there was anything to look at through the hazy fog the two had created but Dan could use some dignity in his life at this point.

Dan brought his head up for the billionth time only to have it pushed down again for the billionth time. Dan couldn't take it anymore.

"W-what's the ma-A-tter Chuuuuuuuuuuuck," he groaned out, "A-fraid to-uuu see me-ie?"

"No Hump-phrey," Chuck said smoothly, little to no fraction in his voice. "I ju-uust don't wa-A-nt tuuu see yo-OR ugly face, is a-A-ll," he emphasized with a power thrust making Dan's lips part in a silent 'O'.

"Or mah-be," Dan tried to keep the stutter and moans down, "yo-OR a-A-fraieeeeeeeed, huff, wha-A Daddieee wiiiiiill think."

Dan would have smirked if his mouth wasn't to busy gasping for hair from Chuck's latest thrust, but he knew he was getting to the other boy.

In one swift growl Chuck twisted Dan around so that they were facing each other. He then proceeded to devour the other boy's face off, but its not like Dan was complaining.

People who would have walked by the scene (as if there was anybody out this late at night in such a remote part of New York anyway) would have only seen the bare back of someone's ass in the fog.