Chuck: Patriotism. (Slash) NC-17 [1/1]
Title: A Little Patriotism Goes A Long Way [1/1]
Fandom: Chuck
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing(s): Casey/Chuck
Word Count: 1,240.
Warnings: Language, heavy full-on slash & misuse of historical facts.
Timeline/Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Read my general disclaimer here.
Beta: None.
Prompt: Written for all my American friends! :D
Summary: It’s July 4th, Independence Day, and Casey wants to share some ‘patriotic’ activities with Chuck. Established Chasey Relationship. (PWP)
A/N: This fic remains unedited as of July, 2008.
Originally Posted: Here and here.
Chuck was sprawled on the couch watching the morning news, when Casey emerged from his shower.
“Morning,” Casey smiled; kneeling on the couch, directly between Chuck’s sweatpants clad legs.
Chuck nodded, still feeling a little groggy from sleep, letting his attention wander between the local forecast and counting out how much money he’d need for laundry.
“So I was thinking,” Casey spoke again, “That since it’s Independence Day,” he leaned down to kiss Chuck’s nose, “We could do a little role-playing… patriotic role playing.”
Chuck blinked in confusion as Casey’s hands latched onto the waist of his sweat pants. Casey grinned at Chuck’s confusion, loving the way Chuck’s big brown doe eyes looked up at him with sleepy questions.
Casey’s hand pulled the cotton pants down and off Chuck’s hips in one motion, leaving the boy spread out in gloriously nude on his couch. With a quick swish of fabric, Casey removed his robe, leaving the two skin to skin.
“Casey,” Chuck took a deep breath, “As much as I know and love what happens when we’re both naked… I am not sure how that can be… patriotic.”
Casey stepped off the couch and smiled at his partner, “You’ll see,” he bit back a laugh and scooped up the young man before him.
Chuck snuggled into his lover’s arms. He loved it when Casey was playful; it left a lot of his gruff ill-tempered side to be forgotten. Plus, Casey was probably the most passionate, as well as the most tender in he was in this mood.
Chuck felt Casey carry him up the stairs and opened his eyes to realised they had moved to the bathroom. The tub was full of warm scented water. “Casey,” Chuck asked warily, “What are you doing?”
“Come on Chuck,” Casey laughed, “Play along! Since obviously I am the big strong independent in our relationship, I am the Americans, so therefore you are the British.”
“And…?” Chuck felt very confused.
“And I’m dumping your tea bags into the harbour.”
“What! Casey, no! Put me down!”
Casey’s laugh sounded deep in his chest, the rumbling vibrating against Chuck’s prickling skin. “Too late.”
Casey set Chuck down in the water, letting some of the water splash over the porcelain sides and to the tiled floor.
Chuck wiped his eyes and spat out some of the salty water. Blinking he settled back in the tub, eyeing his lover’s happy face warily. “Okay, so you dumped my tea bags in the water. Now what?” Chuck paused, “Casey, are you wearing face paint?” Chuck eyed the red streaks on Casey’s cheeks.
Casey rolled his eyes. “Did you ever manage to pass your history classes?”
“I don’t see how that-”
“Come on Chuck, the British government imposed high tariffs on goods, so protest groups dressed up as Native Americans and dumped tea into the Boston harbour…”
Chuck raised his eyebrows, “That sounded a lot like a history lesson, Mr. Casey, are you sure you’ve always been a secret agent, and not a history teacher?”
Sliding his hand in the water, Casey slid his hand delicately over Chuck’s soft penis and frowned, “Nobody takes learning about our heritage serious anymore.” At Chuck’s confused stare, Casey continued, “When I was a kid, adults and kids alike knew the history of our country inside and out.”
Chuck smirked, “Geez Casey, I’ve never heard you talk like your ancient before.” At Casey’s glare, Chuck laughed, “Don’t worry,” He stroked Casey’s bicep, “I’ve got something we can do that’ll make you feel a lot younger and energetic.”
Chuck watched with glee as Casey’s penis rose from half to full mast. “Looks like you wouldn’t mind the activity at all.”
Casey growled and pulled a wet Chuck out of the scented water. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, it’ll make your ancestors turn in their graves. Maybe then you’ll watch that snarky mouth of yours,” Casey sneered into his ear.
Chuck huffed in excitement as he felt his penis stiffen, “I can’t wait.”
Shoving Chuck into his room, Casey closed the door.
Chuck turned, expecting to see the sheets crumpled from their activity the night before; instead he stood dead in his tracks, startled by bright colours. “Ah Casey? Are those read and white striped sheets? And a blue and yellow starred pillow case?”
“Told you I was feeling patriotic,” Casey laughed, pushing him onto the large bed. “Also you can’t call me Casey, were still in character.”
“As what?”
“Well, I am America, and you’re Britain, but most specifically you’re the British Navy, they’re the ones that lost the war after all.”
Chuck turned onto his stomach, grunted against the pillow, and wiggled his cold damp ass in the air. “Casey, if you don’t hurry, you’re gonna have to find some other country to fuck… I need you in me.” His voice finished huskily.
“I don’t think you want me to hurry.” Casey’s laugh was drenched in arousal.
“Quite messing around and get me lubed up!”
Casey made a sound of disappointment, “But then it won’t be realistic!”
Chuck sighed, “Casey, I don’t think this is realistic anyways! The American’s did not fuck the British on red, white and blue sheets!”
“Well, not literally-”
“Casey…” Chuck whined, “I need you in me now!” Chuck heard Casey’s breath hitch.
“Anything for the Royal Navy,” Casey whispered into Chuck’s ear, and rolled a condom over his engorged penis.
Chuck’s eyes fluttered at the feel of Casey’s lubed fingers penetrating him. After a few minutes of prep, Casey’s fingers retreated, and Chuck felt the head of Casey’s cock at his tight ring of muscle. “Mmm, Casey,” Chuck moaned into a yellow star.
With a fast thrust, Casey seated himself inside the boy beneath him.
“Oh God Chuck, you’re so perfect.” Casey moaned.
Flexing his inner muscles Chuck sighed, “Mmmm, I feel so full.”
Casey began to move slowly, hands clamped onto Chuck’s pale hips, angling his thrusts so he could hit Chuck prostate.
Chuck pushed back against his lover, the sound of sliding flesh, and the slap of Casey’s hips hitting Chuck’s ass filled the heavy air. “Casey!” He panted, rubbing his penis into the rough cotton sheets, “Not gonna-not gonna last long…”
“Me either,” Casey panted, digging his fingers into familiar bruises.
“Harder!” Chuck cried, feeling his orgasm rise.
A few more brutal thrusts and Casey felt Chuck fall over the edge, moaning his name, muscles twitching, and contracting around his tingling cock.
As soon as Chuck’s body soon relaxed shakily onto the sheets, Casey sped up, now ignoring Chuck’s over sensitive prostate in favour of finding his own release.
Orgasm came with a bang, as it always did when he was inside Chuck. Casey groaned, eyelids twitching as he felt his penis explode.
Rolling to the side, Casey’s body plopped free of Chuck’s, the squelch of lube being the only other noise besides their panting breathes.
Stretching his muscles, Casey rolled onto his side to stroke Chuck’s moist back lovingly. “Chuck?” His whispered to his unmoving lover, “You okay?”
Chuck moaned and turned his head to smile dreamily at Casey. “Never better,” Chuck licked his lips, “The Royal Navy thanks you for your effort.”
Casey laughed and reached down to kiss Chuck, “Well on behalf of the People of America, it was a pleasure.”
Chuck snickered and let his eyes close lazily. “Happy Independence Day, Casey.”
“Happy Independence Day, kid.” Casey kissed Chuck’s sweaty brow.
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Fandom: Chuck
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing(s): Casey/Chuck
Word Count: 1,240.
Warnings: Language, heavy full-on slash & misuse of historical facts.
Timeline/Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Read my general disclaimer here.
Beta: None.
Prompt: Written for all my American friends! :D
Summary: It’s July 4th, Independence Day, and Casey wants to share some ‘patriotic’ activities with Chuck. Established Chasey Relationship. (PWP)
A/N: This fic remains unedited as of July, 2008.
Originally Posted: Here and here.
Chuck was sprawled on the couch watching the morning news, when Casey emerged from his shower.
“Morning,” Casey smiled; kneeling on the couch, directly between Chuck’s sweatpants clad legs.
Chuck nodded, still feeling a little groggy from sleep, letting his attention wander between the local forecast and counting out how much money he’d need for laundry.
“So I was thinking,” Casey spoke again, “That since it’s Independence Day,” he leaned down to kiss Chuck’s nose, “We could do a little role-playing… patriotic role playing.”
Chuck blinked in confusion as Casey’s hands latched onto the waist of his sweat pants. Casey grinned at Chuck’s confusion, loving the way Chuck’s big brown doe eyes looked up at him with sleepy questions.
Casey’s hand pulled the cotton pants down and off Chuck’s hips in one motion, leaving the boy spread out in gloriously nude on his couch. With a quick swish of fabric, Casey removed his robe, leaving the two skin to skin.
“Casey,” Chuck took a deep breath, “As much as I know and love what happens when we’re both naked… I am not sure how that can be… patriotic.”
Casey stepped off the couch and smiled at his partner, “You’ll see,” he bit back a laugh and scooped up the young man before him.
Chuck snuggled into his lover’s arms. He loved it when Casey was playful; it left a lot of his gruff ill-tempered side to be forgotten. Plus, Casey was probably the most passionate, as well as the most tender in he was in this mood.
Chuck felt Casey carry him up the stairs and opened his eyes to realised they had moved to the bathroom. The tub was full of warm scented water. “Casey,” Chuck asked warily, “What are you doing?”
“Come on Chuck,” Casey laughed, “Play along! Since obviously I am the big strong independent in our relationship, I am the Americans, so therefore you are the British.”
“And…?” Chuck felt very confused.
“And I’m dumping your tea bags into the harbour.”
“What! Casey, no! Put me down!”
Casey’s laugh sounded deep in his chest, the rumbling vibrating against Chuck’s prickling skin. “Too late.”
Casey set Chuck down in the water, letting some of the water splash over the porcelain sides and to the tiled floor.
Chuck wiped his eyes and spat out some of the salty water. Blinking he settled back in the tub, eyeing his lover’s happy face warily. “Okay, so you dumped my tea bags in the water. Now what?” Chuck paused, “Casey, are you wearing face paint?” Chuck eyed the red streaks on Casey’s cheeks.
Casey rolled his eyes. “Did you ever manage to pass your history classes?”
“I don’t see how that-”
“Come on Chuck, the British government imposed high tariffs on goods, so protest groups dressed up as Native Americans and dumped tea into the Boston harbour…”
Chuck raised his eyebrows, “That sounded a lot like a history lesson, Mr. Casey, are you sure you’ve always been a secret agent, and not a history teacher?”
Sliding his hand in the water, Casey slid his hand delicately over Chuck’s soft penis and frowned, “Nobody takes learning about our heritage serious anymore.” At Chuck’s confused stare, Casey continued, “When I was a kid, adults and kids alike knew the history of our country inside and out.”
Chuck smirked, “Geez Casey, I’ve never heard you talk like your ancient before.” At Casey’s glare, Chuck laughed, “Don’t worry,” He stroked Casey’s bicep, “I’ve got something we can do that’ll make you feel a lot younger and energetic.”
Chuck watched with glee as Casey’s penis rose from half to full mast. “Looks like you wouldn’t mind the activity at all.”
Casey growled and pulled a wet Chuck out of the scented water. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, it’ll make your ancestors turn in their graves. Maybe then you’ll watch that snarky mouth of yours,” Casey sneered into his ear.
Chuck huffed in excitement as he felt his penis stiffen, “I can’t wait.”
Shoving Chuck into his room, Casey closed the door.
Chuck turned, expecting to see the sheets crumpled from their activity the night before; instead he stood dead in his tracks, startled by bright colours. “Ah Casey? Are those read and white striped sheets? And a blue and yellow starred pillow case?”
“Told you I was feeling patriotic,” Casey laughed, pushing him onto the large bed. “Also you can’t call me Casey, were still in character.”
“As what?”
“Well, I am America, and you’re Britain, but most specifically you’re the British Navy, they’re the ones that lost the war after all.”
Chuck turned onto his stomach, grunted against the pillow, and wiggled his cold damp ass in the air. “Casey, if you don’t hurry, you’re gonna have to find some other country to fuck… I need you in me.” His voice finished huskily.
“I don’t think you want me to hurry.” Casey’s laugh was drenched in arousal.
“Quite messing around and get me lubed up!”
Casey made a sound of disappointment, “But then it won’t be realistic!”
Chuck sighed, “Casey, I don’t think this is realistic anyways! The American’s did not fuck the British on red, white and blue sheets!”
“Well, not literally-”
“Casey…” Chuck whined, “I need you in me now!” Chuck heard Casey’s breath hitch.
“Anything for the Royal Navy,” Casey whispered into Chuck’s ear, and rolled a condom over his engorged penis.
Chuck’s eyes fluttered at the feel of Casey’s lubed fingers penetrating him. After a few minutes of prep, Casey’s fingers retreated, and Chuck felt the head of Casey’s cock at his tight ring of muscle. “Mmm, Casey,” Chuck moaned into a yellow star.
With a fast thrust, Casey seated himself inside the boy beneath him.
“Oh God Chuck, you’re so perfect.” Casey moaned.
Flexing his inner muscles Chuck sighed, “Mmmm, I feel so full.”
Casey began to move slowly, hands clamped onto Chuck’s pale hips, angling his thrusts so he could hit Chuck prostate.
Chuck pushed back against his lover, the sound of sliding flesh, and the slap of Casey’s hips hitting Chuck’s ass filled the heavy air. “Casey!” He panted, rubbing his penis into the rough cotton sheets, “Not gonna-not gonna last long…”
“Me either,” Casey panted, digging his fingers into familiar bruises.
“Harder!” Chuck cried, feeling his orgasm rise.
A few more brutal thrusts and Casey felt Chuck fall over the edge, moaning his name, muscles twitching, and contracting around his tingling cock.
As soon as Chuck’s body soon relaxed shakily onto the sheets, Casey sped up, now ignoring Chuck’s over sensitive prostate in favour of finding his own release.
Orgasm came with a bang, as it always did when he was inside Chuck. Casey groaned, eyelids twitching as he felt his penis explode.
Rolling to the side, Casey’s body plopped free of Chuck’s, the squelch of lube being the only other noise besides their panting breathes.
Stretching his muscles, Casey rolled onto his side to stroke Chuck’s moist back lovingly. “Chuck?” His whispered to his unmoving lover, “You okay?”
Chuck moaned and turned his head to smile dreamily at Casey. “Never better,” Chuck licked his lips, “The Royal Navy thanks you for your effort.”
Casey laughed and reached down to kiss Chuck, “Well on behalf of the People of America, it was a pleasure.”
Chuck snickered and let his eyes close lazily. “Happy Independence Day, Casey.”
“Happy Independence Day, kid.” Casey kissed Chuck’s sweaty brow.
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