Flying Solo
Title: Flying Solo
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Chuck/Casey
Summary: Casey has a kink for not being able to know where he is or what's going on, but he hasn't found someone he can let that happen with until he met Chuck Bartowski.
Word Count: ~800
Warnings/Rating: NC-17, slash, sub!Casey
Notes: Written for rabidchild67 's prompt over at ; “ Sensory deprivation: Blindfolds, ear plugs, preferably combined with bondage, but not necessary. ” for the Five Acts Meme.
The rushing in Casey's ears was like that time he dove into the Atlantic in mid-November to rescue the French ambassador off the coast of Maine. He breathed heavily through his nose and waited. Chuck's palm was warm on his thigh, and he could smell the minty toothpaste he'd used before turning in for bed.
There was a wetness on his earlobe that had to be the younger man's tongue. He shivered and concentrated on the sensation as best he could without his sight or hearing to aid him. Chuck's tongue was dipping into his ear canal, teasing the sensitive nerves and making it even more difficult to focus. He whined softly, stiffening at the noise his body could make. Chuck could give any torturer at Gitmo a run for their money.
There are more bodies of nerves and receptors in your ears than anywhere else on your body, he could hear Chuck saying in his mind. It's why loud noises make your head hurt and you shiver if something tickles you just so. Keeps you all balanced, too.
As it was, Chuck was teasing. His fingers drifted down Casey's bare chest and paused at the waistline of his jeans. His nails scraped, catching the sparse hairs. Fuck. His jeans were unbuttoned now, gaping open, and he could feel cool air on his cock and Chuck's hands. They were so smooth with tiny callouses on his thumbs and index fingers. He grinned at his own observation. Such a nerd./br>
He huffed out a gasp. His nipples hurt sharply. Chuck must have been pinching at them. He could feel the whisper of Chuck's words against his skin, but he couldn't make them, didn't know what to think about them. What the hell was Chuck saying?
His breaths came in harsh pants and his chest constricted uncomfortably. Chuck's palm pressed down, relieving the pressure somehow. Then, another hand was dancing up his throat, fingers tickling over Casey's lips. He suckled eagerly at them and gasped when Chuck gently eased the ball gag into his mouth and simultaneously slipped his hands in Casey's jeans. The denim felt was rubbing uncomfortably against his skin, which was far too hot and itchy.
Chuck?
There was a wet kiss pressed against his throat then. A warning. Don't do that again. Trust me. Every word spelled out against his skin in Chuck's spit and kisses.
His cock throbbed in Chuck's grip, and he let out a noise that he couldn't hear but imagined as being whiny and nothing at all like him. He blamed it on his current limitations. Chuck jacked him slowly, letting Casey adjust to the sensations, keeping him on the edge without any satisfaction. He drifted on that pleasure for what seemed like a short lifetime and remembered that one weekend he had been stationed in Jamaica and lived on the beach. The experience was similar enough. There was a lot of sitting and waiting, while trying to bare the unbearable. The first time had been heat. This time, though, it was Chuck.
Chuck was breathing roughly against his throat and climbed into his lap. He could feel Chuck's cock against his own, his hand tight and sure around them both. His climax pounded through his veins, firing from every nerve, seemingly bleeding through every pore. When he came, he might have screamed, but he wasn't sure. In his head, the noises thrummed and screamed but his mouth only hung open with his panting gasps escaping.
He focused intently on Chuck's rough thrusts against his over-sensitized cock and hissed at the pain pleasure of it. Hot, wet heat landed across his chest, and the muscles there quivered. Then, Chuck was kissing at his lips and the gag was gone. The cuffs around his wrists came off next, then the blindfold. Chuck gently kissed each lid before Casey dared to open his eyes.
“Color?”
Chuck's voice was concerned, but his smile was easy. Relaxed.
He cleared his throat, but his voice still sounded rough around the edges. “Green.”
“You are amazing,” Chuck murmured, mouthing against Casey's throat. “Ready for some sleep?”
He nodded and drew Chuck tight. His arms were vice-like around the other man. He sighed heavily against Chuck's shoulder.
“Thanks. For everything.”
Chuck didn't have to say anything. Casey already knew it anyway.
Author: kaylynnkie
Disclaimer: Not mine
Pairing: Chuck/Casey
Summary: Casey has a kink for not being able to know where he is or what's going on, but he hasn't found someone he can let that happen with until he met Chuck Bartowski.
Word Count: ~800
Warnings/Rating: NC-17, slash, sub!Casey
Notes: Written for rabidchild67 's prompt over at ; “ Sensory deprivation: Blindfolds, ear plugs, preferably combined with bondage, but not necessary. ” for the Five Acts Meme.
The rushing in Casey's ears was like that time he dove into the Atlantic in mid-November to rescue the French ambassador off the coast of Maine. He breathed heavily through his nose and waited. Chuck's palm was warm on his thigh, and he could smell the minty toothpaste he'd used before turning in for bed.
There was a wetness on his earlobe that had to be the younger man's tongue. He shivered and concentrated on the sensation as best he could without his sight or hearing to aid him. Chuck's tongue was dipping into his ear canal, teasing the sensitive nerves and making it even more difficult to focus. He whined softly, stiffening at the noise his body could make. Chuck could give any torturer at Gitmo a run for their money.
There are more bodies of nerves and receptors in your ears than anywhere else on your body, he could hear Chuck saying in his mind. It's why loud noises make your head hurt and you shiver if something tickles you just so. Keeps you all balanced, too.
As it was, Chuck was teasing. His fingers drifted down Casey's bare chest and paused at the waistline of his jeans. His nails scraped, catching the sparse hairs. Fuck. His jeans were unbuttoned now, gaping open, and he could feel cool air on his cock and Chuck's hands. They were so smooth with tiny callouses on his thumbs and index fingers. He grinned at his own observation. Such a nerd./br>
He huffed out a gasp. His nipples hurt sharply. Chuck must have been pinching at them. He could feel the whisper of Chuck's words against his skin, but he couldn't make them, didn't know what to think about them. What the hell was Chuck saying?
His breaths came in harsh pants and his chest constricted uncomfortably. Chuck's palm pressed down, relieving the pressure somehow. Then, another hand was dancing up his throat, fingers tickling over Casey's lips. He suckled eagerly at them and gasped when Chuck gently eased the ball gag into his mouth and simultaneously slipped his hands in Casey's jeans. The denim felt was rubbing uncomfortably against his skin, which was far too hot and itchy.
Chuck?
There was a wet kiss pressed against his throat then. A warning. Don't do that again. Trust me. Every word spelled out against his skin in Chuck's spit and kisses.
His cock throbbed in Chuck's grip, and he let out a noise that he couldn't hear but imagined as being whiny and nothing at all like him. He blamed it on his current limitations. Chuck jacked him slowly, letting Casey adjust to the sensations, keeping him on the edge without any satisfaction. He drifted on that pleasure for what seemed like a short lifetime and remembered that one weekend he had been stationed in Jamaica and lived on the beach. The experience was similar enough. There was a lot of sitting and waiting, while trying to bare the unbearable. The first time had been heat. This time, though, it was Chuck.
Chuck was breathing roughly against his throat and climbed into his lap. He could feel Chuck's cock against his own, his hand tight and sure around them both. His climax pounded through his veins, firing from every nerve, seemingly bleeding through every pore. When he came, he might have screamed, but he wasn't sure. In his head, the noises thrummed and screamed but his mouth only hung open with his panting gasps escaping.
He focused intently on Chuck's rough thrusts against his over-sensitized cock and hissed at the pain pleasure of it. Hot, wet heat landed across his chest, and the muscles there quivered. Then, Chuck was kissing at his lips and the gag was gone. The cuffs around his wrists came off next, then the blindfold. Chuck gently kissed each lid before Casey dared to open his eyes.
“Color?”
Chuck's voice was concerned, but his smile was easy. Relaxed.
He cleared his throat, but his voice still sounded rough around the edges. “Green.”
“You are amazing,” Chuck murmured, mouthing against Casey's throat. “Ready for some sleep?”
He nodded and drew Chuck tight. His arms were vice-like around the other man. He sighed heavily against Chuck's shoulder.
“Thanks. For everything.”
Chuck didn't have to say anything. Casey already knew it anyway.