Disclaimer : Nothing belongs to me. Plot idea from the GG Anonymous Kink Meme.

A.N : I don't know !

Still Life

"Fuck off", he says to the imaginary witnesses of his downfall.

He is in a fucking hospital and no one within a radius seems to understand a word of English. So really, he can pretty much do anything right now, like it matters.

It's not even about pleasure, even if he only realizes it when his hand grabs his length.

In fact, he's not really sure what this is all about.

He knows she would laugh.

This is not about pleasure at all.

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The thing is, if Chuck Bass knows anything in this world it has to be Blair, the curve of her breasts and the nitch inside her elbow, and everything that he used to ravish.

He doesn't forget that whatever there was between them two, they started it in the back of a limo, slicked with sweat and lying on leather seats -later, she would admit her inclination for wearing leather was probably limo induced-.

There were no safe words. He liked to bite her in all the right places and she would only arch further. There was no saying "no".

.

He misses her.

It hits him when his breath starts shaking. The rusty white sheets are so uncomfortable, he has to shift to be more at ease.

Anyone could come in right at this moment, and in his perverted young soul -who was he trying to fool; he is Chuck Bass, had always been, and probably will only ever be- danger just brings him closer to the edge.

This is entirely new to him.

Sure he had wanked before, more times than anyone on earth could count. And it's not the first time he does it while dreaming of fingering a little brunette sprawled on his desk. If she had known, how many times he had imagined yanking her brown curls while doing himself, she would have called him a pig. He is not absolutely sure though, maybe she just would have taken off her dress.

It's not like she ever ceased to amaze him.

This is new to him, because the warm he feels climbing up his bones is causing him so much pain, he feels hot tears on his cheek.-if anyone asked him, he would be more ashamed about it than about getting caught in this most intimate of situation-

She is away, and everything is cold. And he has the feeling that she will never be close anymore.

Maybe he should just die.

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So you see, this is not about pleasure, and this is not about pain.

And even if Chuck could lie, and pretend that in fact, it is that the possibility of being caught by the blond nurse who has been taking care of him is arousing, it's not even about that.

From the depth of his hospital bed, the boy got tired of looking for something that never had its place here. It's hard to feel alive in the white atmosphere, and it's even harder to feel alive without her.

So he tries to summon her, in all her vixen glory, biting his lips and riding him like the bossy princess that she wants to be.

And when he finally reaches his peak there is Blair, -Blairnaked/dressed/onhim/under/bitting/andloving- burning his retina.