Chuck FF: Liars of us all (Chuck/Bryce, NC-17)
Reposting from oxoniensis's Porn Battle VI.
Title: Liars of us all
Fandom: Chuck
Pairing: Chuck/Bryce
Rating: NC-17
Length: 519 words
Disclaimer: All belongs to Josh Schwartz and NBC
Spoilers: Through 'Chuck Versus the Nemesis'
Summary: It’s different with the mask on. Plausible deniability in case he needs it later. Prompt was masquerade ball, originally here.
He knows that it’s Bryce. He does. It’s just a stupid little black half-face mask that’s almost an exact match of Chuck’s own. It looks better on Bryce, but most things do. Even Chuck looks better on Bryce - women outright gawp at the two of them together, spinning around the room in an approximation of a waltz. He lets Bryce lead, because it seems safer that way.
Chuck pretends to trip, and bumps his ankle against the gun strapped to Bryce’s. There’ll be another gun somewhere, and probably at least one knife. Bryce is a dangerous, dangerous man, and Chuck knows better than to pretend otherwise.
But it’s different with the mask on. Plausible deniability in case he needs it later. So tonight maybe Bryce doesn’t have to be his black-ops spy sort-of-buddy. He can just be the guy with a nice smile who Chuck gets to dance with while he waits to flash on someone.
Later, maybe, not-Bryce will lead him away to some secluded hallway. And he will tug lightly on the ends of Chuck’s hair, and palm his dick until he’s gasping nobody’s name. Not-Bryce will know exactly what Chuck likes, without either of them ever having to speak. And Chuck will get down onto his knees and take not-Bryce’s cock into his mouth, like he had always wanted to. If they had ever met before, of course. Not-Bryce will talk while Chuck blows him: questions and answers and laughter and not one of them a lie. Chuck will fall in love with him a little for that, reminded of someone he used to know. Not-Bryce might even be allowed to love him back.
Chuck is standing too close to Bryce now. He must be giving himself away, but Bryce doesn’t seem to have noticed. Their cheeks are pressed together and Chuck could smell Bryce’s hair if that wasn’t such a girly thing to do. Chuck gives a mental shrug - Bryce’s hair is pretty girly anyway.
They are close-closer-ohgod, and Bryce’s voice is a smooth whisper in Chuck’s ear. “Chuck. I think Sarah wants you over there. That’s the guy that needs the ID.”
Chuck pulls away reluctantly, letting his hand drag along Bryce’s arms, which have all the defined muscle Chuck still can’t manage. He looks like a matinee idol more than a spy. Chuck remembers Bryce repeating the same phrases in Klingon over and over again, trying to get them right, and how Chuck used to lie in bed thinking about that. He remembers programming, and Star Wars, and can’t remember once, before that day, ever thinking that Bryce had a deceitful bone in his body.
Bryce blinks at him. Chuck had recognised him without the eyes, and the smile, and the serious nod of his all-American hero square jaw. He didn’t need to see Bryce’s eyes - clear blue and truthful-seeming even when he lied. It just makes things obvious. Bryce frowns. “Chuck,” he says, still in a whisper, “you knew it was me, right?”
Chuck grins back, and even forces a laugh. He stops when Bryce looks only more concerned. “Yeah, I knew.”
FIN
Title: Liars of us all
Fandom: Chuck
Pairing: Chuck/Bryce
Rating: NC-17
Length: 519 words
Disclaimer: All belongs to Josh Schwartz and NBC
Spoilers: Through 'Chuck Versus the Nemesis'
Summary: It’s different with the mask on. Plausible deniability in case he needs it later. Prompt was masquerade ball, originally here.
He knows that it’s Bryce. He does. It’s just a stupid little black half-face mask that’s almost an exact match of Chuck’s own. It looks better on Bryce, but most things do. Even Chuck looks better on Bryce - women outright gawp at the two of them together, spinning around the room in an approximation of a waltz. He lets Bryce lead, because it seems safer that way.
Chuck pretends to trip, and bumps his ankle against the gun strapped to Bryce’s. There’ll be another gun somewhere, and probably at least one knife. Bryce is a dangerous, dangerous man, and Chuck knows better than to pretend otherwise.
But it’s different with the mask on. Plausible deniability in case he needs it later. So tonight maybe Bryce doesn’t have to be his black-ops spy sort-of-buddy. He can just be the guy with a nice smile who Chuck gets to dance with while he waits to flash on someone.
Later, maybe, not-Bryce will lead him away to some secluded hallway. And he will tug lightly on the ends of Chuck’s hair, and palm his dick until he’s gasping nobody’s name. Not-Bryce will know exactly what Chuck likes, without either of them ever having to speak. And Chuck will get down onto his knees and take not-Bryce’s cock into his mouth, like he had always wanted to. If they had ever met before, of course. Not-Bryce will talk while Chuck blows him: questions and answers and laughter and not one of them a lie. Chuck will fall in love with him a little for that, reminded of someone he used to know. Not-Bryce might even be allowed to love him back.
Chuck is standing too close to Bryce now. He must be giving himself away, but Bryce doesn’t seem to have noticed. Their cheeks are pressed together and Chuck could smell Bryce’s hair if that wasn’t such a girly thing to do. Chuck gives a mental shrug - Bryce’s hair is pretty girly anyway.
They are close-closer-ohgod, and Bryce’s voice is a smooth whisper in Chuck’s ear. “Chuck. I think Sarah wants you over there. That’s the guy that needs the ID.”
Chuck pulls away reluctantly, letting his hand drag along Bryce’s arms, which have all the defined muscle Chuck still can’t manage. He looks like a matinee idol more than a spy. Chuck remembers Bryce repeating the same phrases in Klingon over and over again, trying to get them right, and how Chuck used to lie in bed thinking about that. He remembers programming, and Star Wars, and can’t remember once, before that day, ever thinking that Bryce had a deceitful bone in his body.
Bryce blinks at him. Chuck had recognised him without the eyes, and the smile, and the serious nod of his all-American hero square jaw. He didn’t need to see Bryce’s eyes - clear blue and truthful-seeming even when he lied. It just makes things obvious. Bryce frowns. “Chuck,” he says, still in a whisper, “you knew it was me, right?”
Chuck grins back, and even forces a laugh. He stops when Bryce looks only more concerned. “Yeah, I knew.”
FIN