fandomhigh | Detention, Danger Shop, Saturday

When the students came into the Danger Shop on Saturday morning they would notice that it had been turned into a giant bedroom. A giant bedroom that had six sleeping bags arranged in a circle in the center of it. Marshall, being in charge here, obviously got to have the bed. The students would also see a sign in sheet when they came in so they could let Marshall know they were here:

Chuck Bass
Marco Conrad
~~Alex Russo~~
Hoshi Sato
John Sheppard
Sam Winchester

The man in charge of said detention, Marshall, was standing in the center of the bedroom wearing a nightgown.

"Ahem."

Oh, right, nightshirt. He was standing in a nightshirt. Whether or not he was wearing underwear under said nightshirt was up for debate.

"Hey guys. I guess I don't really need to introduce myself since you're either from my class--" He nodded at Sam, Hoshi, Alex and Marco. "--one of my friend's enemies--" Marshall looked over at Chuck. Then he nodded at John. "--or some teenage boy that I drank with in the bar and now feeling kind of odd about seeing in a teaching capacity. Welcome to detention. I've never really done this type of thing before and I haven't been in detention myself in a couple of years so I didn't really know what to do for this...but last night I was watching 13 Going on 30 I was like, hey! Let's have slumber party."

Hard to believe this man was married to a pretty hot chick, huh?

"Before you get too excited, there isn't going to be any sleeping. Everyone knows the first person that falls asleep at a sleepover gets their hand put in hot water and then pees themselves. Which is just cruel and never funny," Marshall said. "It's not funny when your brothers do it to you at a sleepover when you were nine and it's not funny when your best friend does it to you when you're twenty-four and asleep on the couch."

One of these days Marshall was going to learn to stop talking before he shared too much information.

"And, since this is detention, I couldn't really let you guys have too much fun. So we're having a girl's sleepover. Yeah, Hoshi, Alex, you're getting off easy. I don't think you're in here on purpose anyways. Don't worry, guys, I got boys and girls pj's and it's not like we're playing Spin the Bottle or anything. It's just...well...you'll see."

Marshall had the feeling Spin the Bottle wasn't a school-approved activity anyway. "Don't worry; there's cool stuff to do too. Prank calls, Truth or Dare, that sort of thing. Okay, so, get pj'ed up and get started. I'm gonna go over to the bed and watch TV. Call me if something disastrous happens."

What? He wasn't in detention. He could do what he wanted. He might even take a nap.

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Chuck wasn't surprised to find that Sam was a good kisser too. He was a good judge of that sort of thing. Deciding to push things a little bit, he reached a hand up to curl around the back of Sam's neck. You know...for leverage and stuff.

Sam had said no tongue. He didn't say anything about no touching.

Sam froze for a moment, working very hard to not make any kind of noise that might suggest he liked being touched like that. Of course Chuck would manage to find the one thing he hadn't made a rule about. Sam kept his hands at his sides as he forced himself to try to relax and go back to just kissing.

Chuck knew there wasn't much time left (why, yes, he could count) so he decided to make the most out of those last couple of seconds by getting a little rougher, just to show Sam that rough wasn't all bad. He kissed Sam a little harder and threaded his fingers through Sam's hair, tugging lightly before letting go.

He had always wanted to do that anyways. No matter what Hannibal said, Chuck thought Sam had nice looking hair. Felt nice too.

Sam might have been able to stay quiet at the touching, but getting his hair tugged pressed his buttons way too hard, and he couldn't stop himself from making a sharp moaning sound before pushing himself away from Chuck, looking embarrassed and annoyed. "Okay, time's up."

Chuck pulled back easily, a smirk already spreading across his face. "Oh but it sounded like you enjoyed that towards the end."

"That was fun." Chuck looked over at John. "Come to my room later and I'll have a check all written out for you."

Sam was embarrassed by Chuck's assumption of his enjoyment, but the mention of a check brought him right back to angry. "A check for what?"

"Great! I'll just be," John checked his watch and sort of backed off to leave the two guys to duke it out. He was not wholly stupid.

Chuck watched John step back for a moment or two before turning back to Sam. "Come on. You think John would come up with a dare like that without a little help?"

"I figured that given the people who are here..." Sam trailed off as he pieced things together. "You offered him money to dare me to kiss you?"

"Five grand," Chuck replied. "Congratulations, Winchester. I've never paid that much for a kiss before."

The idea of paying that much money for anything was a foreign concept to Sam, so he could barely wrap his mind around the idea of Chuck paying that much just to kiss him. "What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have any idea what you could do with that kind of money?"

"I've paid a lot more for a lot less," Chuck told him. He couldn't really believe that was what Sam was bitchfacing about. "I'm sure John will spend it wisely."

"You know, you could have just dared me on your own for free," Sam pointed out.

Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Would you have said yes if I dared you to do it?"

"Maybe, just to get you to shut up about it. Or maybe not," Sam admitted. "I definitely wouldn't have said yes if I knew John was being paid. Then it would have been even more of a waste of your money."

"Actually he would have only gotten twenty-five hundred if you said no," Chuck informed him. You know, because that made everything better. "And you should think more highly of yourself. I thought that was worth every dollar."

"I'm not something for you to buy, Chuck," Sam said. "When I said I wasn't going to kiss you, you should have just let it go."

"Ah, but see, I didn't let it go and look what happened. You kissed me," he said, smirking. "Now quit looking at me like that. You can't possibly be surprised by this. I mean...come on...I'm Chuck Bass."

"I'm just surprised by the depths you went to," Sam said. "Five thousand dollars? That's an insane amount of money, no matter how good at kissing I might be. I hope you think it was worth it though, because it's never happening again."

"Five thousand is nothing to me," he said honestly. "And, for your information, it was totally worth it just for that little moan you made. Very nice."

"You pulled my hair," Sam said accusingly. "I couldn't help it."

"Hey, I didn't know that was a turn on of yours," Chuck said, raising his hands. "You didn't say no pulling hair."

"I didn't think to specify no touching," Sam said. "I should have known better than to expect you to keep your hands to yourself."

"Yeah, you really should have known better," Chuck agreed with a grin. It was like Sam didn't even know him at all. "I apologize for getting you all hot and bothered, Sam. That better?"

"I'm not hot and bothered," Sam replied sharply. "Just plain bothered, and annoyed. I hope you're happy."

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