Pop Quiz
A/N: I was bored…that and I was agitated with where I left my one-shot (which, I suppose, is no longer a true “one-shot”…). Whatever. I’m babbling. Here’s a cookie…
Title: Pop Quiz (Sequel to It's in the Kiss )
Pairing: Casey/Chuck
Rating: Pg-17
Spoilers: Episode 2.02 (and 2.01, I guess…)
Warning: Um…pretty tame in comparison to what I could do; kissing, groping, etc…
Word count: (this read is) faster than the speed of light…
Disclaimer: I am but a poor and humble student…which means Chuck belongs to NBC
Summary: Chuck’s been a nerd all his life. He’s good with exams and quizzes…just not the ones John Casey pops on him.
His ordeal with Sasha is almost enough to make Chuck want to throw the towel in forever. Women are too complicated to deal with-even when they pose as his ally. Sarah’s gorgeous, sure, but she has knife hidden somewhere up every sleeve. Chuck isn’t sure how long he’d last in a one hundred percent, bona fide relationship. His very life could be at stake…
Now that he thinks about it, his life is already at stake-with or without the beautiful (wicked) women. And it’s not as though he has much choice. Ellie and Awesome are going to be getting married soon, and Chuck doesn’t plan on living with them forever. Moving in with Sarah is the only solution he’s been able to come up with so far.
He’s torn between playing along with their fake relationship or just giving up altogether when he’s grabbed by a rather large, commandeering figure in the courtyard of his apartment complex and pushed into the shadows. It’s dark, a bit chilly, and he has all of two seconds to comprehend what’s happening before his back hits the wall and warmth descends on his lips. Soft, hard, demanding warmth…
Chuck fails when it comes to quick reflexes. He stands there like a mannequin for nearly a minute before his body can catch up with his brain and by then Casey’s in a growly mood. He feels the vibrations, hears the low rumbling tone, and then Casey nips at his bottom lip in a way that drives Chuck absolutely bonkers. It’s not enough to hurt-almost not enough to be felt-but it feels like a gentle brush of air over an agonizing itch. And Casey knows it. It agitates Chuck so much he has no choice but to press his lips closer to ease the sensitivity.
It deepens the kiss.
Which, Casey told him once before, is general idea…
Chuck’s focus eventually spreads from his lips to the rest of his body. His shirt’s been hitched up to his chest, Casey’s hands rubbing against his ribs in a tantalizing manner, and Chuck’s arms are wound around the NSA agent’s neck. Casey’s knee is planted firmly between his legs, pressing his thigh up just enough to agitate another rather sensitive part of his body.
“Slow reaction time,” Casey grumbles against his lips after taking a breath. Chuck doesn’t have a chance to reply before the agent is on him again, pushing so hard its bordering painful.
Chuck could stay here all night, which, he believes, is Casey’s original plan once they get inside. Usually Chuck isn’t so ‘needy’. In fact, he spends less time with Casey now then he did before the man first kissed him, but it’s times like this, when his body’s turned to putty in Casey’s hands, that Chuck is more than happy to have sex with the man. He can’t explain it. It’s as though this is one of Casey’s secret magic tricks...
Then again, Casey told Chuck he learned from the master…
Chuck wonders what Roan would think of them if he knew what his old student was up to.
Ellie almost finds out.
“Chuck?”
Casey is gone before Chuck can blink. Somewhere in the shadows. Chuck doesn’t know. If not for his current state of disarray, he would’ve sworn the kiss was nothing more than a little fantasy.
He shoves his shirt down and tries to lean against the wall in an inconspicuous manner. Ellie spots him out of the corner of her eye and opens the apartment door open the rest of the way to step outside.
“Supper’s ready.”
Chuck takes a slow, steady breathe. “Just enjoying the breeze. I’ll be there in a second.”
He almost congratulates himself for the evenness of his voice. Ellie just smiles and pops back inside.
Chuck runs a hand through his hair.
He hates pop quizzes.
A/N: Uh…er…I can’t explain this one. Maybe more, I don’t know yet…
Title: Pop Quiz (Sequel to It's in the Kiss )
Pairing: Casey/Chuck
Rating: Pg-17
Spoilers: Episode 2.02 (and 2.01, I guess…)
Warning: Um…pretty tame in comparison to what I could do; kissing, groping, etc…
Word count: (this read is) faster than the speed of light…
Disclaimer: I am but a poor and humble student…which means Chuck belongs to NBC
Summary: Chuck’s been a nerd all his life. He’s good with exams and quizzes…just not the ones John Casey pops on him.
His ordeal with Sasha is almost enough to make Chuck want to throw the towel in forever. Women are too complicated to deal with-even when they pose as his ally. Sarah’s gorgeous, sure, but she has knife hidden somewhere up every sleeve. Chuck isn’t sure how long he’d last in a one hundred percent, bona fide relationship. His very life could be at stake…
Now that he thinks about it, his life is already at stake-with or without the beautiful (wicked) women. And it’s not as though he has much choice. Ellie and Awesome are going to be getting married soon, and Chuck doesn’t plan on living with them forever. Moving in with Sarah is the only solution he’s been able to come up with so far.
He’s torn between playing along with their fake relationship or just giving up altogether when he’s grabbed by a rather large, commandeering figure in the courtyard of his apartment complex and pushed into the shadows. It’s dark, a bit chilly, and he has all of two seconds to comprehend what’s happening before his back hits the wall and warmth descends on his lips. Soft, hard, demanding warmth…
Chuck fails when it comes to quick reflexes. He stands there like a mannequin for nearly a minute before his body can catch up with his brain and by then Casey’s in a growly mood. He feels the vibrations, hears the low rumbling tone, and then Casey nips at his bottom lip in a way that drives Chuck absolutely bonkers. It’s not enough to hurt-almost not enough to be felt-but it feels like a gentle brush of air over an agonizing itch. And Casey knows it. It agitates Chuck so much he has no choice but to press his lips closer to ease the sensitivity.
It deepens the kiss.
Which, Casey told him once before, is general idea…
Chuck’s focus eventually spreads from his lips to the rest of his body. His shirt’s been hitched up to his chest, Casey’s hands rubbing against his ribs in a tantalizing manner, and Chuck’s arms are wound around the NSA agent’s neck. Casey’s knee is planted firmly between his legs, pressing his thigh up just enough to agitate another rather sensitive part of his body.
“Slow reaction time,” Casey grumbles against his lips after taking a breath. Chuck doesn’t have a chance to reply before the agent is on him again, pushing so hard its bordering painful.
Chuck could stay here all night, which, he believes, is Casey’s original plan once they get inside. Usually Chuck isn’t so ‘needy’. In fact, he spends less time with Casey now then he did before the man first kissed him, but it’s times like this, when his body’s turned to putty in Casey’s hands, that Chuck is more than happy to have sex with the man. He can’t explain it. It’s as though this is one of Casey’s secret magic tricks...
Then again, Casey told Chuck he learned from the master…
Chuck wonders what Roan would think of them if he knew what his old student was up to.
Ellie almost finds out.
“Chuck?”
Casey is gone before Chuck can blink. Somewhere in the shadows. Chuck doesn’t know. If not for his current state of disarray, he would’ve sworn the kiss was nothing more than a little fantasy.
He shoves his shirt down and tries to lean against the wall in an inconspicuous manner. Ellie spots him out of the corner of her eye and opens the apartment door open the rest of the way to step outside.
“Supper’s ready.”
Chuck takes a slow, steady breathe. “Just enjoying the breeze. I’ll be there in a second.”
He almost congratulates himself for the evenness of his voice. Ellie just smiles and pops back inside.
Chuck runs a hand through his hair.
He hates pop quizzes.
A/N: Uh…er…I can’t explain this one. Maybe more, I don’t know yet…