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Roof - Saturday Morning

It was way too effing early to be awake. And yet, here Chuck was, awake. Life was unfair sometimes.

Maybe if he got stoned enough he'd be able to fall asleep again. And if he didn't, well, he'd still be high anyway. That was always nice.

He looked over the edge of the roof and lamented the fact that he didn't bring any Cheetos or Lucky Charms up here with him or something. Things were going to take a turn for the suck once the munchies came on.

[Open roof is open, yes. I would like some Lucky Charms plz. ETA: Temari's thread is last omg since he leaves with her]

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"Smoking is a dirty habit," Chuck said. Which was why it was surprising that he didn't actually do it. "I don't smoke. Not cigarettes, anyway."

"I'm pretty sure that's worse for you," Sam said, motioning to the joint. "If you care, which I guess it's entirely possible you don't."

"Your concern is noted, Winchester," Chuck said after exhaling another lung full of smoke. "But I happen to be of the opinion that you only live once. You should do what makes you happy."

And weed made Chuck very, very happy.

That was a pretty good philosophy, but Sam wasn't sure if he wanted to admit that to Chuck. "I guess you're not alone in being happy when you're high," he said, pausing for a second before adding, "I want you to know that I'm sorry about Dean. For what it's worth, I told him to stay away from you."

Chuck smirked and took a couple steps closer to Sam. He liked being creepy like that. "And what are the chances that he'll actually listen?"

"Not very high. He doesn't usually listen to me if what I want and what he wants are different things," Sam admitted.

"I see," Chuck said, nodding. "Well, he told me I'm not to talk to you anymore. So how much trouble do you think I'm in once he finds out this little rendezvous occurred?"

Not that Chuck really cared. He was just curious.

"He told you..." Sam started, before letting out a sigh. "I'm talking to you as much as you're talking to me, and I can do whatever I want, so you shouldn't get into any trouble."

"As much as I'd love to not get into any trouble, I'm not sure it's going to work that way," Chuck told Sam as he took another hit off his joint. "His instructions were pretty clear and, as you said before, he doesn't listen to you."

Was he purposely trying to get Sam annoyed with Dean? Yeah, maybe. It was fun.

It didn't take much to get Sam annoyed with Dean most days, especially when he was already a little sore on the subject. "There's a first time for everything. And it's not like you came looking for me this time."

"Let's hope he notices the distinction," Chuck said. "While there was a pleasurable upside or two to getting those bruises, I'd rather not go through it again."

Yeah, Chuck wasn't even going to pretend he could take Dean.

"I told him to leave you alone. If he doesn't, he's going to be in trouble with me."

He wasn't going to ask, he wasn't going to ask...

"What pleasurable upside?"

"Sex, Sam."

Yeah, Chuck used his first name on purpose. Making people uncomfortable was good entertainment.

"Bruises can be quite the turn on for some people," Chuck said, shrugging innocently. "I won't complain about it."

If Chuck considered blushing to be entertainment, he might have been getting quite the show from how red Sam turned.

"Oh. Um, well, I'm glad you managed to get something good out of it," he stammered.

Chuck did consider it to be entertaining. And, naturally, he had to try to make it worse.

"It was very good, thank you," he said, still trying to look like he was talking about the weather or something. "I did get a few additional bruises from that, but those are the kinds of bruises I don't really mind getting. Too focused on...other things to really feel them."

Sam knew he was being picked on, but that didn't mean it wasn't working, and he tried very hard not to look as uncomfortable as he felt. "Yeah, sometimes bruises aren't so bad to get," he said, like he had any idea what he was talking about and wasn't trying to keep from squirming.

Chuck didn't think Sam had any idea what he was talking about. But Chuck had to give him props for standing there and taking it. Sadly for Sam, Chuck could stand there and talk about sex all day.

"Yes, well, I guess you would know. I heard you had a boyfriend," he said. Radio was so helpful. "Boys are always rougher than girls are. Most of the time, anyway. I think I still have nail marks on my back from Georgina Sparks..."

"Peter would never be rough like that," Sam said quickly, before he could really think about it. "I just mean, not all boys are like that."

"That's too bad," Chuck said with a smirk. "It can be a lot of fun."

"So I've heard," Sam admitted quietly, having a harder time faking being comfortable.

He just kind of stared at him for a second. "...So do you want him to get rough with you or not?"

Chuck Bass: Master of tact and subtly.

Sam's eyes got a little wide at how the conversation had turned around on him. "I don't think that's something I should talk about with you," he said. "Or anyone. Possibly ever."

"Fair enough," Chuck said, shrugging. "I'll tell you this though, I've never met a guy who didn't like a little pushing and biting every now and again."

God help him, Chuck had to help the poor guy out. The shy ones always needed a little pushing.

Sam had every reason in the world to not believe a word coming out of Chuck's mouth, and yet, he still found himself wondering if that was really true.

"Really? I, uh, I'll keep that in mind then. Maybe. If it seems like Peter might..." He trailed off, squirming. "I should probably go. You know, before I get too much of a contact high."

"We wouldn't want that," Chuck said with a smirk. "I'll see you around, Winchester."

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