fandomhigh | Sex Ed, Wednesday, Period Two

When it seemed very obvious that Edward wasn't coming in today, Chuck decided to take matters into his own hands. God help everyone else in the class.

"Once again, I'm afraid Mr. Cullen won't be making it into class. But he left me in charge of your final," Chuck lied smoothly. "I'm not much for written exams so today we'll do something practical. And the good news is, it's an easy A."

Chuck smirked. "You all have to kiss me. And, no, I'm not kidding. Make it good. I won't give out A's for kisses you'd give your grandma. And if some of you don't meet certain aesthetic requirements you get an A anyways just for showing up today."

What Chuck meant by that was that if he didn't feel like kissing you then you would get an A just for going through life being an unattractive troll. He thought that was very generous.

"You might be wondering what this has to do with Sex Ed. Well, you're not going to be able to use what you've learned in this class if nobody wants to screw you in the first place," he said. "And I've always felt practice makes perfect. So line up and pop in a mint or something."

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There was a veritable maelstrom of emotion raging through Eric's mind, a maelstrom focused between two major poles:

First, complete and utter shock and nerves and anxiety that could only be summed as, "OMGNO."

Second, a welling of such positive emotion that could only be summed as, "YESPLZ."

"Seriously?" Eric asked, and it has hard to determine from the tone of his voice exactly which way he was leaning at that moment. "This is the final?"

"Seriously," Chuck confirmed. "I hope you didn't spend too much time studying that worthless stuff Cullen taught this semester."

That, at least initially, got a, "Are you serious?" look from Eric, but his expression swiftly devolved into utter panic. "Yeah, but... ... But. But!"

Sadly, Eric's impression of a motorbike would impress no one, least of all Chuck Bass.

"But what?" Chuck asked. "It's for school, Eric. Blair did it and she's...she's Blair."

Oh wow. Chuck can't be thinking about Blair again. That would lead to Chuck having to leave the room.

And also might give Eric the wrong idea during their own kiss.

"I... guess," Eric replied. "And, I mean, if Blair did it, right?" He blushed, colour brushing across his cheeks in a most adorable way. "Um. Okay. So. Should I kiss you, or do you want to kiss me, or...?"

Chuck let out a slight sigh of exasperation before taking a handful of Eric's shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

Eric didn't respond at first, shocked at the sudden introduction of Chuck's lips to his own, but he got over that quickly, going with the aggressiveness of being pulled in and pushing his tongue against Chuck's mouth, seeking entry.

Chuck hadn't expected Eric to respond so enthusiastically. Well, maybe he should have expected it. Eric was Serena's brother, after all. Since he seemed so enthusiastic, Chuck had no problem deepening the kiss.

Eric let that go on a few moments longer, enjoying what was really quite a nice kiss (at least, as far as he could tell, in his still somewhat limited experience). He pulled away, though, panting slightly, his eyes wide as he looked at Chuck.

"Uh," he said, most intelligently. "Wow."

Chuck smirked. "The feeling is mutual. You get an A, by the way."

There was the slight twinge of guilt as he thought about his dad and Eric's mom but whatever. It's not like they were married or anything.

Eric's blush returned, and deepened, and he looked away, his natural shyness reasserting itself. "Uh, thanks," he said. "I... Thanks." He bit his lip, worrying at it with his teeth. "So, uh. I guess I'll see you around? When are you heading home?"

"I'm leaving Sunday night," Chuck said, acting like he hadn't been making out with people for the last hour. "What about you?"

"Huh, same as me," Eric replied. "Are you flying commercial? I wonder if we're on the same flight?"

Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Commercial, Eric? Really?"

He shook his head. "Why don't you cancel your flight and come home with me? My dad's sending the Bass jet."

Eric perked up. "Really?" he asked. "That would be great! It shouldn't be a problem to get the flight canceled, I think Mom used to date a guy on the board of directors."

Chuck wasn't surprised. He liked Lily but the woman went through men at an impressive rate.

"Good," he said, giving Eric a smile. "I'd hate to see you fighting it out on a commercial flight so close to Christmas."

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