Both Chuck and Angela had been having a shitty couple of days and naturally the only logical solution to curing that was by drinking a lot. And, wouldn't you know it, Chuck had his own club to do just that. A club away from Fandom, the people they were avoiding and the squirrels. Oh, and there were half-naked chicks dancing around. That was a plus ( Read more... )

After playing listener yesterday Chuck was very glad to have a more relaxed day today. He hadn't seen much of a reason to change out of his kilt yet. It was pretty comfortable, after all. The reactions he had gotten in class were priceless. Had he known Sam had a kilt kink he would have worn one waaaaaay before. Still, he wasn't going to make a ( Read more... )

As far as Chuck was concerned the events of the weekend had never happened. Not the fight with Jess and certainly nothing involving Dean being naked. Sure, it had been good sex but it was Dean for god's sake and that was just plain wrong. So none of it had happened. Save for the picnic with Angela. That had been fine and not traumatizing in any way ( Read more... )

You'd think that having detention would mean that yesterday had been a bad one for Chuck. But, oh, you'd be wrong. So, so wrong. Sure, he ending up giving John five grand but it was nothing compared to the fact that he got to be a smug at Sam for the rest of his life. Yes, Saturday was a very good day for him ( Read more... )

Last night Chuck had fallen asleep with both a wee Angela and a wee Sam in his bed. It was a big bed, easily big enough to fit one adult and two kids in there without anybody touching anybody else. Which is how Chuck wanted it. He didn't do cuddling. It was a comfortable enough sleeping situation and if anyone called Chuck out on his new found soft ( Read more... )

Between last night at the bar and everything else that had gone on while in the dorms, Chuck never wanted to see another kid again ever. Actually, he just wanted to sleep for the rest of his life. If he ever got the urge to have sex without a condom ever again all he would have to think of was this weekend and he'd come to his senses ( Read more... )

Chuck had not turned into a child. Even if he had, there wouldn't be too much of a difference in the way he acted. Chuck had hated kids even when he was one. Can you really imagine him playing hide n' seek and playing in dirt? No, didn't think so. It would have messed up his wee Armani suits ( Read more... )

Lo and behold, Chuck was doing something productive today. And not like "I'm downloading porn" productive. Like "I'm making money" productive. Which basically meant he was at his desk, looking over Victrola's take last month and deciding what could be changed and what was doing well. He was thinking about hiring more girls. It would be good for ( Read more... )

Chuck and Angela had made a quick exit from the common room to his bedroom. Talk of domination and bondage would do that to people. And Chuck had said that he'd let Angela tie him up. He liked to be a man of his word whenever and as quickly as possible. To think this all started with talk of his scarf ( Read more... )