[ 10_hurt_comfort: chuck/casey ] [ Jealousy: Alone ]
[ Fandom | Chuck ]
[ Characters | Chuck / Casey ]
[ Rating | PG-13 ]
[ Word Count | 1,970 ]
[ Masterlist | Here ]
[ Summary | Chuck can't help comparing himself to Sarah's lovers and Casey attempts to say that he likes Chuck just the way he is. Contains Cole/Sarah. ]
[ Disclaimer | If I were the owner of Chuck, there would have been more Casey and Chuck giving one another smouldering gazes. So nada, I just play in this sandbox. ]
Cole Barker is an extraordinary agent that could have any woman or man he chose. He was tall and muscular and devilishly handsome. Everything that Chuck felt he was not. Sarah was instantly attracted to him. An amalgamation of espionage and British charm that Cole embodied was seducing Sarah away from him. Chuck could tell by that intense kiss he had witnessed.
Casey wasn't helping in any way. To some level, Chuck could tell the NSA agent was also glad for Cole’s competence at his job. Just being around the British agent made Chuck feel insignificant and terribly under qualified for his job. Chuck sighed as he sat outside by the fountain late at night, tilting his head up to see the stars deep in thought. He tried his best to hate Cole for being extremely proficient as a spy and just couldn’t bring himself to carry through. It didn't help that Cole had to protect him and had posed as the Intersect to save him.
Sarah was better off with Cole, he decided. That way she could fly around the world being the awesome spy she was without being shackled in Burbank with him as a liability. Chuck knew had he not been her assignment, Sarah Walker would have left with Cole at the drop of a hat. The chance to have a whirlwind romance with a fellow spy, well Chuck could see the appeal of that. Not that his own romance with said fellow spy was working out for him. The kiss she had received and given was different from the small menu that Chuck had sampled as her cover boyfriend.
And then Cole had come along and ordered the most expensive thing on that menu.
The door to Casey's apartment opened and his NSA handler silently joined him without invitation. A beer was in his hand and Chuck opened his mouth to speak then closed it abruptly with a click. The NSA agent wasn't going to start the conversation, Chuck knew. Whatever words he was going to say, Casey would just make fun of them in his own sarcastic way. It was something he didn't need right now if ever.
On a better day, Chuck could take Casey’s teasing behind smiles and easy words. Self-pity is a vicious cycle that left him feeling exposed. At least now he knew where he stood with Sarah as the third wheel. He remembered the look on her face as he had attempted to pull Sarah away from Cole. It was the type of look that spoke of annoyance and Chuck knew when he wasn’t wanted.
Sarah had asked him to trust her again and again. Sometimes Chuck would unequivocally and blindly do so but lately she was repeatedly shaking his trust in her. He looked out of the corner of his eye at his NSA handler. Casey had never asked him to trust in him. He had never had to. The NSA agent was the rock that anchored him in the tempestuous cover relationship that Chuck had weaved with his CIA counterpart. Chuck knew his life would be safe within John Casey’s hands.
"The next time I need to go into 24 hour lockdown, I'm moving in with you," Chuck wryly said out of the blue as he ran a hand through his curls. The silence had finally gotten to him when the fountain switched off for the night. If the Intersect required 24 hour protection, Chuck figured a quick slumber party over at his neighbour’s would be sufficient even if it meant Casey shackling him to a bed post to stop him from touching anything.
Chuck doubted he could handle moving in with Sarah at all now that she was clearly interested in bigger (and from what both he and Casey had observed - much bigger) fish in the sea. "Cole and Bryce... I can see why Sarah would like them. They're both much more successful. More suave. More everything that I am not. And they probably wouldn't have gotten caught in that window." Chuck figured he'd never live that particular moment down. Special Agent Charmichael after all was everything charming and smooth. He clenched his fists as he listed more advantages of Sarah's previous love and current love.
It was clear that the CIA agent's capriciousness had affected Chuck deeper than Casey had imagined. Casey sighed almost inaudibly as he listened to Chuck speak of his wishes to find a relationship that was based on truth. Ever since Cole had joined them, he had found himself watching Chuck more carefully. The younger man had done his best to split up Cole and Sarah at any given moment but was never successful. And admittedly it was amusing to watch. Casey couldn’t help himself to teasing Chuck about it. The nerd was too easy of a target and left himself wide open sometimes. "I agree to everything you've said." Chuck spluttered at him, turning a shade of pink in what Casey assumed was anger. He wrapped a hand around Chuck's mouth before the nerd could voice his protests, finding it was as effective of a way to shut him up.
"Bartowski, let me finish before you go on and start flapping your gums," Casey growled under his breath and gave Chuck a glare for good measure, "You forget that you are different from Agent Barker. You didn't choose this life. You are Chuck Bartowski and nothing will change that. Barker has his strengths and you have yours - scant as they may be.”
“I can help you with a few of those items on your woe-is-me list but I'm not soft like Walker. Don’t expect me to give you the kiddie’s course." Training up the nerd would be a little easier with a little incentive. It was the drive Casey had been searching for as an excuse to start training Chuck, training him to become someone who could take care of himself when Casey couldn't do it personally.
Make more of his life than just someone working behind the Nerd Herd desk at the Burbank Buy More for the rest of his life. Maybe Chuck could finally become that Special Agent Charmichael he had so often addressed himself as and work for the NSA (or the CIA, but Casey hoped for a little loyalty from the younger man). Casey mentally scowled at himself when it hit him like a ton of bricks that he cared for Chuck in a way he had promised himself never to do again for anyone. Emotions lead to complications and if the beginning stirrings in his stomach were anything to go by, Casey was going to be in trouble sooner than Cole could get Sarah in bed.
He watched as his charge regarded him with thoughtful eyes as if something finally made sense. Casey was his rock, forever immovable in a sea of change. He was the one constant in his life from the very beginning that didn’t take much to understand. Everything about Casey was black and white with the occasional grey area. Chuck wrapped a hand around Casey’s wrist to gently tug that hand away from his face. There was a change in Chuck’s eyes that made Casey slightly uncomfortable as if Chuck knew about Casey’s secret.
"Casey... I don't give a damn what Sarah is or isn’t right now. All I know right now is I want you." Casey felt his gut clench at those words and his entire body stiffened like a coiled spring. That was unexpected and was nothing like he imagined hearing from Chuck’s lips. He blinked slowly and watched as Chuck leant in, pressing his lips to Casey's palm in a gentle kiss. The younger man's eyes were closed and Casey could make out the words 'want you' as Chuck lazily mouthed into his palm.
"Chuck. I-"
Brown eyes opened at half-mast and stared unwaveringly into Casey's blue ones. If this was a dream, Casey would have been all over Chuck like a fake tan on a cheap hooker. Unfortunately he had to exercise his boundaries and sleeping with the asset was not in the cards and will never be. Duty always came before personal anything. If the General ever got wind of this she would produce kittens. The younger man released Casey’s hand and pulled back. A small smile replaced the frown on Chuck's face and Casey couldn't help watch Chuck's lips as the younger men's wet pink tongue darted between them.
"John..." Chuck's face got closer and closer and Casey felt like the oxygen had been robbed from his lungs as he held his breath. The scant distance between them became nothing as Chuck's lips settled on his own in a sweet and chaste kiss. Chuck's hand was warm against Casey's slightly stubbled cheek. A small whine ripped from Casey's throat as Chuck tried to pull away. It was like Chuck had broken a dam within him and like hell the older man would allow Chuck to go far.
He gently coaxed Chuck to straddle his lap and kept a firm hand on Chuck’s hip to keep him there. His other hand ran idle fingers through the finer curls on the back of Chuck's neck, tickling at the younger man’s nape. There was no way for Chuck to escape now and like hell he wanted Chuck to go anywhere, Casey thought ferociously as he dominated the next kiss with tongue and teeth.
When they came up for air, Chuck spoke first. He didn't know quite what to think as he looked and searched his handler's blue eyes for the truth. "I thought I was alone..."
The corners of Casey's lips quirked upwards somewhat in a smile that was only reserved for Chuck. The smile was unrelated to the constant threat of foreign invasions or if the missions were even affecting their efforts one iota. The type of situations that men like John Casey enjoyed being thrust head first into with guns blazing. There was never enough time to enjoy the things that needed to be savoured and Casey was definitely a man that lived firmly in the now. "You're not alone, Chuck. You-"
The rest of his sentence was never finished. Chuck's mouth was hot and pressed so tightly against his own that Casey's breath got caught in his throat. The words were forgotten as Chuck pressed himself against the other man, allowing sensation to guide and have its wicked way with him. It was incredible to feel Casey move against him and was unlike anything Chuck had ever experienced. Casey was all about well-defined muscle and hard lines, rougher. The taste of Casey was heady and unyielding similar to a freight train that had no brakes to meet a momentum coiling within him in an elastic collision.
And in a simple moment, a single breath taken was taken in unison as they found what neither had realised they were searching for. Each touch burned and nothing could stop the silent calls for more as they lit a fire that could not be stopped. Chuck had turned from just any other asset that needed protection and the relationship transcended past the fringes put in place by black words upon crisp white paper. In its place were the foundations of something tangible that called out to them separately for strength that only the other could provide.
With Chuck's legs wrapped firmly around his waist, Casey easily picked him up and headed upstairs inside his apartment. Chuck finally understood that Casey knew what he had always wanted but had held back for the sake of his and Sarah’s cover and everything ingrained within him. Finally he let himself go to succumb in new found sensations. In a bedroom swathed in light from the moon Casey and Chuck made love.
Author's Comment Sixth one for 10_hurt_comfort. I had a different idea for this prompt (which I will be posting in a second) but after seeing vs Beefcake, I realised just how fitting it was. I apologise if the story feels disjointed orz. Am working on improving the way of the English.
[ Characters | Chuck / Casey ]
[ Rating | PG-13 ]
[ Word Count | 1,970 ]
[ Masterlist | Here ]
[ Summary | Chuck can't help comparing himself to Sarah's lovers and Casey attempts to say that he likes Chuck just the way he is. Contains Cole/Sarah. ]
[ Disclaimer | If I were the owner of Chuck, there would have been more Casey and Chuck giving one another smouldering gazes. So nada, I just play in this sandbox. ]
Cole Barker is an extraordinary agent that could have any woman or man he chose. He was tall and muscular and devilishly handsome. Everything that Chuck felt he was not. Sarah was instantly attracted to him. An amalgamation of espionage and British charm that Cole embodied was seducing Sarah away from him. Chuck could tell by that intense kiss he had witnessed.
Casey wasn't helping in any way. To some level, Chuck could tell the NSA agent was also glad for Cole’s competence at his job. Just being around the British agent made Chuck feel insignificant and terribly under qualified for his job. Chuck sighed as he sat outside by the fountain late at night, tilting his head up to see the stars deep in thought. He tried his best to hate Cole for being extremely proficient as a spy and just couldn’t bring himself to carry through. It didn't help that Cole had to protect him and had posed as the Intersect to save him.
Sarah was better off with Cole, he decided. That way she could fly around the world being the awesome spy she was without being shackled in Burbank with him as a liability. Chuck knew had he not been her assignment, Sarah Walker would have left with Cole at the drop of a hat. The chance to have a whirlwind romance with a fellow spy, well Chuck could see the appeal of that. Not that his own romance with said fellow spy was working out for him. The kiss she had received and given was different from the small menu that Chuck had sampled as her cover boyfriend.
And then Cole had come along and ordered the most expensive thing on that menu.
The door to Casey's apartment opened and his NSA handler silently joined him without invitation. A beer was in his hand and Chuck opened his mouth to speak then closed it abruptly with a click. The NSA agent wasn't going to start the conversation, Chuck knew. Whatever words he was going to say, Casey would just make fun of them in his own sarcastic way. It was something he didn't need right now if ever.
On a better day, Chuck could take Casey’s teasing behind smiles and easy words. Self-pity is a vicious cycle that left him feeling exposed. At least now he knew where he stood with Sarah as the third wheel. He remembered the look on her face as he had attempted to pull Sarah away from Cole. It was the type of look that spoke of annoyance and Chuck knew when he wasn’t wanted.
Sarah had asked him to trust her again and again. Sometimes Chuck would unequivocally and blindly do so but lately she was repeatedly shaking his trust in her. He looked out of the corner of his eye at his NSA handler. Casey had never asked him to trust in him. He had never had to. The NSA agent was the rock that anchored him in the tempestuous cover relationship that Chuck had weaved with his CIA counterpart. Chuck knew his life would be safe within John Casey’s hands.
"The next time I need to go into 24 hour lockdown, I'm moving in with you," Chuck wryly said out of the blue as he ran a hand through his curls. The silence had finally gotten to him when the fountain switched off for the night. If the Intersect required 24 hour protection, Chuck figured a quick slumber party over at his neighbour’s would be sufficient even if it meant Casey shackling him to a bed post to stop him from touching anything.
Chuck doubted he could handle moving in with Sarah at all now that she was clearly interested in bigger (and from what both he and Casey had observed - much bigger) fish in the sea. "Cole and Bryce... I can see why Sarah would like them. They're both much more successful. More suave. More everything that I am not. And they probably wouldn't have gotten caught in that window." Chuck figured he'd never live that particular moment down. Special Agent Charmichael after all was everything charming and smooth. He clenched his fists as he listed more advantages of Sarah's previous love and current love.
It was clear that the CIA agent's capriciousness had affected Chuck deeper than Casey had imagined. Casey sighed almost inaudibly as he listened to Chuck speak of his wishes to find a relationship that was based on truth. Ever since Cole had joined them, he had found himself watching Chuck more carefully. The younger man had done his best to split up Cole and Sarah at any given moment but was never successful. And admittedly it was amusing to watch. Casey couldn’t help himself to teasing Chuck about it. The nerd was too easy of a target and left himself wide open sometimes. "I agree to everything you've said." Chuck spluttered at him, turning a shade of pink in what Casey assumed was anger. He wrapped a hand around Chuck's mouth before the nerd could voice his protests, finding it was as effective of a way to shut him up.
"Bartowski, let me finish before you go on and start flapping your gums," Casey growled under his breath and gave Chuck a glare for good measure, "You forget that you are different from Agent Barker. You didn't choose this life. You are Chuck Bartowski and nothing will change that. Barker has his strengths and you have yours - scant as they may be.”
“I can help you with a few of those items on your woe-is-me list but I'm not soft like Walker. Don’t expect me to give you the kiddie’s course." Training up the nerd would be a little easier with a little incentive. It was the drive Casey had been searching for as an excuse to start training Chuck, training him to become someone who could take care of himself when Casey couldn't do it personally.
Make more of his life than just someone working behind the Nerd Herd desk at the Burbank Buy More for the rest of his life. Maybe Chuck could finally become that Special Agent Charmichael he had so often addressed himself as and work for the NSA (or the CIA, but Casey hoped for a little loyalty from the younger man). Casey mentally scowled at himself when it hit him like a ton of bricks that he cared for Chuck in a way he had promised himself never to do again for anyone. Emotions lead to complications and if the beginning stirrings in his stomach were anything to go by, Casey was going to be in trouble sooner than Cole could get Sarah in bed.
He watched as his charge regarded him with thoughtful eyes as if something finally made sense. Casey was his rock, forever immovable in a sea of change. He was the one constant in his life from the very beginning that didn’t take much to understand. Everything about Casey was black and white with the occasional grey area. Chuck wrapped a hand around Casey’s wrist to gently tug that hand away from his face. There was a change in Chuck’s eyes that made Casey slightly uncomfortable as if Chuck knew about Casey’s secret.
"Casey... I don't give a damn what Sarah is or isn’t right now. All I know right now is I want you." Casey felt his gut clench at those words and his entire body stiffened like a coiled spring. That was unexpected and was nothing like he imagined hearing from Chuck’s lips. He blinked slowly and watched as Chuck leant in, pressing his lips to Casey's palm in a gentle kiss. The younger man's eyes were closed and Casey could make out the words 'want you' as Chuck lazily mouthed into his palm.
"Chuck. I-"
Brown eyes opened at half-mast and stared unwaveringly into Casey's blue ones. If this was a dream, Casey would have been all over Chuck like a fake tan on a cheap hooker. Unfortunately he had to exercise his boundaries and sleeping with the asset was not in the cards and will never be. Duty always came before personal anything. If the General ever got wind of this she would produce kittens. The younger man released Casey’s hand and pulled back. A small smile replaced the frown on Chuck's face and Casey couldn't help watch Chuck's lips as the younger men's wet pink tongue darted between them.
"John..." Chuck's face got closer and closer and Casey felt like the oxygen had been robbed from his lungs as he held his breath. The scant distance between them became nothing as Chuck's lips settled on his own in a sweet and chaste kiss. Chuck's hand was warm against Casey's slightly stubbled cheek. A small whine ripped from Casey's throat as Chuck tried to pull away. It was like Chuck had broken a dam within him and like hell the older man would allow Chuck to go far.
He gently coaxed Chuck to straddle his lap and kept a firm hand on Chuck’s hip to keep him there. His other hand ran idle fingers through the finer curls on the back of Chuck's neck, tickling at the younger man’s nape. There was no way for Chuck to escape now and like hell he wanted Chuck to go anywhere, Casey thought ferociously as he dominated the next kiss with tongue and teeth.
When they came up for air, Chuck spoke first. He didn't know quite what to think as he looked and searched his handler's blue eyes for the truth. "I thought I was alone..."
The corners of Casey's lips quirked upwards somewhat in a smile that was only reserved for Chuck. The smile was unrelated to the constant threat of foreign invasions or if the missions were even affecting their efforts one iota. The type of situations that men like John Casey enjoyed being thrust head first into with guns blazing. There was never enough time to enjoy the things that needed to be savoured and Casey was definitely a man that lived firmly in the now. "You're not alone, Chuck. You-"
The rest of his sentence was never finished. Chuck's mouth was hot and pressed so tightly against his own that Casey's breath got caught in his throat. The words were forgotten as Chuck pressed himself against the other man, allowing sensation to guide and have its wicked way with him. It was incredible to feel Casey move against him and was unlike anything Chuck had ever experienced. Casey was all about well-defined muscle and hard lines, rougher. The taste of Casey was heady and unyielding similar to a freight train that had no brakes to meet a momentum coiling within him in an elastic collision.
And in a simple moment, a single breath taken was taken in unison as they found what neither had realised they were searching for. Each touch burned and nothing could stop the silent calls for more as they lit a fire that could not be stopped. Chuck had turned from just any other asset that needed protection and the relationship transcended past the fringes put in place by black words upon crisp white paper. In its place were the foundations of something tangible that called out to them separately for strength that only the other could provide.
With Chuck's legs wrapped firmly around his waist, Casey easily picked him up and headed upstairs inside his apartment. Chuck finally understood that Casey knew what he had always wanted but had held back for the sake of his and Sarah’s cover and everything ingrained within him. Finally he let himself go to succumb in new found sensations. In a bedroom swathed in light from the moon Casey and Chuck made love.
Author's Comment Sixth one for 10_hurt_comfort. I had a different idea for this prompt (which I will be posting in a second) but after seeing vs Beefcake, I realised just how fitting it was. I apologise if the story feels disjointed orz. Am working on improving the way of the English.