Agent Bartowski - part ten
Title: Agent Bartowski
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Chuck/Casey
Prompt: The Muse gave me - Chuck comes out to Morgan when Morgan sets him up with a girl
Disclaimer: Chuck belongs to NBC.
Author's Notes: Thanks to lillyg and nelka35 for translations.
Summary: Sarah's gone and Morgan thinks Chuck needs to get laid. And Morgan... well, he's like a dog with a bone sometimes. While Casey - he has his own ideas.
As soon as they stepped into the apartment, Chuck began to remove his jacket, throwing it and his brand new shiny NSA badge onto the kitchen work top. He hadn’t spoke a word to Casey since they’d left Fort Meade and didn’t look like he’d be starting up any conversation soon. So Casey decided to do it for him.
“Chuck listen…”
“No, you listen,” Chuck said as he spun to stare at him, “Getting into a fight with Sarah? What did you think the General was going to say?”
“Hey, she hit me first.”
“You didn’t have to rise to it,” Chuck told him, “I mean, you couldn’t have appeared more compromised if you’d climbed up onto the roof and declared your love for me.”
Casey sighed heavily through his nose. Chuck was right. His momentary lapse of common sense had made him appear completely and utterly compromised and he really hadn’t had a chance after that.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
“Yeah, well so am I,” Chuck said, turning away from him again, “I’m going for a shower.”
Casey watched him walk away, unable to do or say anything to keep him there with him. Gripping onto the worktop, he let his eyes close. Who knew how long he had left with Chuck. He could be called away tonight or it could be next week. However, he was no longer an asset, but an agent. For all intents and purposes, he was free. They should be celebrating.
Chuck slumped back against the bathroom door, letting his eyes fall closed as he tried to get control of his emotions. He knew it wasn’t really Casey’s fault that Sarah had hit him, that he’d lost his temper and that he shouldn’t blame him. But he couldn’t really pick up the phone and yell at the General could he?
Pushing himself off the door he turned on the shower before he continued to get undressed, folding his clothes and setting them onto the worktop next to the sink. He stood for a minute and just examined himself in the mirror. He had quite a few bruises over his body from the hand to hand combat that morning, not as many as he’d thought he’d had though, and they’d be easy enough to cover up. The black eye though wouldn’t be so easy to hide. Luckily though, Casey had a few bruises on his face of his own and so at least they would be able to come up with a story together.
Prodding the bruise softly, he paused as he was sure he heard the front door to the apartment slam shut. He wasn’t worried though, it was probably just Casey going out for a run or something. Exercise seemed to always calm him when he was angry.
Sighing as he realised he probably hadn’t helped with that anger, he turned and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water soothe his tired and aching muscles.
It had been a long day, longer than he had expected. There’d been a surprising amount of waiting about, just doing nothing and he supposed that was all part of the test, looking to see how much patience he had. Then after the whole splitting up Sarah and Casey, everyone had been giving him a wide birth. A couple of the others had asked him if that had been part of a test and what did he know that they didn’t. He had just shaken his head at them and sat in a corner away from them all.
And when the names of those who had passed had been called out, his being the first, the looks he had gotten… hate, loathing, envy, had made his anger build even more. He hadn’t done anything wrong and didn’t deserve the crap he was getting. It was supposed to be an enjoyable weekend, a life changing weekend. He was supposed to happy and relieved that he was no longer an asset, but all it made him feel was resentment. Resentment towards Bryce for sending him the Intersect, resentment towards the General for lying to him, resentment towards Sarah for stealing him and resentment towards Casey for giving him hope.
As he began to wash himself, getting rid of all the dried in sweat from both his morning activities and the medical, he realised that he was most definitely being too harsh on Casey.
He wasn’t the only one that was upset here. Casey was too. He had been promised a new partner, a Chuck shaped partner. He’d allowed himself to grow close to him, to share secrets that he hadn’t shared with anyone else. He’d gotten used to having Chuck around and now he was going to be on his own again. It nearly broke Chuck’s heart to think of Casey being on his own again. He’d been on his own for far too long. He deserved better.
Finally turning off the shower, he stepped out into the steam filled bathroom. He grabbed a towel from the linen closet and wrapped it around his waist before grabbing his clothes and heading out into the living room.
As expected, Casey wasn’t there. A note was though, sitting on top of his badge.
‘Chuck,
I know you’re angry, but you need to know that you did really well today and that I have never felt more proud, not even when I received my Legion of Merit.
We might not be partners like we had planned, but that doesn’t matter cause you know I’ll always be there for you whenever you need me and I know that you will always be there for me. That’s what friends do right? Look out for each other? It’s been a while since I’ve done the whole ‘friend thing’ so you’ll need to keep me right.
John x
PS
Had to go to the store for a few things. Won’t be long.’
Chuck couldn’t stop himself from smiling slightly. Casey being proud of him made him feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy.
Taking the note with him, he went into the bedroom to put some clothes on. Being an agent, he should probably burn the note, but he couldn’t. Not yet. He’d do it in the morning.
Hanging his suit up with the one he’d worn the day before, all ready to be taken to the dry cleaners, he lifted his bag up onto the bed and pulled a pair of jeans out, his favourite pair. They were rather old and torn in some places, even wearing away at the crotch some, but they were comfortable and the last thing he wanted with a bruised and tired body was to be uncomfortable.
He had just placed them on the bed and was looking for a t-shirt when he heard the door to the apartment open and close again.
“Just me,” Casey shouted to Chuck, not wanting him to pull a gun on him.
As he dumped his bags on the worktop, he noticed that Chuck’s badge and the note were gone. Hopefully, Chuck would be in a better mood after reading it, or at least be willing to sit down and talk about it all.
Unpacking the bags he looked up as he heard the bedroom door open.
”Hey,” Chuck said.
Casey froze, his mouth falling open slightly as he took in the sight of him. He was leaning against the door frame, towel drying his hair, ignoring his still damp body and he was wearing nothing but those raggedy old jeans of his (that hung way too low on his hips) and a coy smile.
“Hey,” he said back, although it came out more like a grunt.
“What were you at the store for?” Chuck asked him as he stepped forward.
Shaking his head slightly and dragging his eyes away from a droplet of water on Chuck’s collar bone that he just wanted to lick away, he delved into the bag and held up a bag of twinkies.
Chuck frowned, “Twinkies?”
“And donughts, and chocolate and ice cream… basically a whole lotta junk food and some alcohol,” Casey explained, pulling out each item as he named it.
“Champagne?” Chuck asked, his eyebrows shooting up.
“Well, we are celebrating aren’t we?”
“We are?”
Casey sighed, “Look, I know it’s gonna be hard not working with each other, but… you’ve got your life back now Chuck. A new Intersect is being built, you have a future you can look forward to. You’re free. And if that doesn’t call for a celebration then I don’t know what does.”
Chuck grinned at him before leaning over the counter and placing a soft kiss on Casey’s lips, “Thank you,” he said.
Casey smiled back at him, “Your welcome.”
He watched as Chuck disappeared into the bedroom to continue getting dressed before emptying the rest of the bags. Maybe it was a good thing they wouldn’t be partners, cause in all his years, he’d never had a partner who would just kiss him like that and it felt more than good to have someone there who he could do that with.
“So,” Chuck said as he came back out, a rather tight t-shirt now covering his torso, “What else you got planned for tonight?”
Casey shrugged, “More movies?” he asked, “Or we can go out if you want.”
Chuck shook his head and sat down with him on the couch, “I don’t wanna go out,” he told him, “Hanging out here’ll be more fun.”
Casey raised an eyebrow at him, “You clearly don’t get out enough.”
Chuck smiled and grabbed a packet of chips off the table, sitting back and delving in as Casey poured them both a drink. As he handed Chuck his glass of champagne, he turned to face him.
“Let’s not toast to me,” Chuck said as Casey went to open his mouth, “Let’s toast to partners instead.”
“Partners?”
Chuck nodded, “Officially or not, you will always be my partner.”
Casey’s eyes twinkled as he tried to hold back a smile and instead he raised his glass, “Partners.”
Chuck raised his too before taking a large gulp of his drink. When he was done, he turned and grabbed his chips again, popping his feet up on the coffee table as Casey put a movie in.
“We’re going for comedy tonight?” Chuck asked.
“I’m all action movied out,” Casey explained, “So it’s either horror or comedy and I know how much you hate horror movies.”
“Well then comedy it is,” he said with a nod, “You know, you really should get more sci fi.”
“I have sci fi.”
“Spaceballs doesn’t count.”
Casey grinned and sat back as the movie started, surprising Chuck slightly as he rested his hand on his knee.
Chuck soon forgot all about the chips, the champagne and the movie and instead found himself staring at Casey’s hand. He had no idea if Casey was doing it deliberately or not, but the way he squeezed softly and gently rubbed up and down soon had Chuck struggling to breath properly.
Casey eventually noticed what he was doing to Chuck and turned to face him.
“Casey,” Chuck said quietly, finally taking his eyes off his hand and taking in the junk food, the alcohol and Casey’s heated stare.
“Yes Chuck?”
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
Casey smiled, “Et qu'est-ce qui te fait penser ça?" he asked, his hand travelling up his leg a little bit further.
Chuck couldn’t stop himself from smiling at that, “French? Tu plaisantes, pas vrai?"
Casey moved forward, his face mere centimetres away from Chucks, “Absolument pas."
Realising that Casey wasn’t joking around, that he was being deadly serious and that, that hand of his was going places that Chuck had longed for it to go for weeks now, he was unable to hold back any longer, “Bon, si tu poses les choses comme ça, comment puis-je refuser?” he asked before closing the distance between them and pulling Casey into deep, passionate kiss.
Dropping the champagne and chips onto the floor, not caring where they landed, Chuck wrapped his arms around Casey, unwilling to let go anytime soon.
Casey held on just as tight to Chuck as Chuck held onto him, his hand going up to thread into those damp curls as he lowered him onto the sofa, crawling on top of him.
“Mon Dieu, j'ai eu envie de faire ça depuis si longtemps,” Casey growled into his lips as he pulled back for air, his hand working its way up and under Chuck’s t-shirt.
“Ca valais le coup d'attendre?” Chuck asked as he let his hand stroke over Casey’s ass and began to pull his shirt out his pants.
Casey answered by grinding his half hard cock against Chuck’s, “Définitivement oui,” he said before dipping his head for another kiss.
Chuck moaned into his lips, his hands travelling round to Casey’s front as he desperately tried to unbutton his shirt without having to stop kissing him, God he was a great kisser. However, Casey seemed to think that Chuck wasn’t going fast enough as he sat back and pulled his shirt up and over his head instead. Chuck watched him, feeling his cock get impeccably hard at the sight of that body towering above him. Casey gave him a hungry look before reaching down and pulling his t-shirt off for him.
As soon as his t-shirt was gone, Casey was covering his body again, his hands going everywhere, gently stroking over his bruises and making Chuck tingle with absolute need.
He reached between them and quickly unfastened Casey’s belt, pulling his fly down and reaching inside to grip him. Casey groaned before doing the same, taking hold of Chuck in his big strong hand and making Chuck buck up into his palm.
Casey smiled and captured Chuck’s mouth in a hard kiss as he began to stroke him rapidly. Chuck kissed him back, giving as good as he was getting and moved his hand in time with Casey’s. He couldn’t quite believe that he was finally holding Casey in his hand, that Casey had a hold of him and that they were driving each other to the edge.
“Fuck,” Casey hissed as his cock began to pulse, spilling himself over Chuck’s hand and stomach. Chuck wasn’t far behind him, his hips pushing up off the couch as he added to the mess.
Casey watched Chuck as he came, etching every muscle twitch, every moan into his memory for future reference.
“Okay?” he asked him.
Chuck looked up at Casey and nodded, pulling him down for a soft kiss, “Better than okay.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Putting his champagne glass down on the side of the bath, Chuck moved forward out of his seat across from Casey and straddled his thighs instead.
Casey watched him carefully, taking a large sip of his champagne, “And just what are you up to Bartowski?” he asked.
Chuck trailed a wet finger down Casey’s chest, “Nothing,” he said, leaning down to place a kiss at the base of his throat, “You just have this sort of magnetism that makes me have to touch you.”
“Magnetism?” Casey asked, placing his own glass down.
“Yeah, you know like protons and electrons. You’re my big proton and I’m your little electron that floats about you, unable to pull away.”
“Trust you to use a physics analogy,” Casey said with a smile, wrapping his hands around Chuck’s waist, “But I thought electrons and protons circled neutrons.”
Chuck rolled his eyes, “Stop ruining it,” he said before leaning up and kissing Casey softly.
Casey smiled, letting his hand trail down to Chuck’s ass, his finger pushing between his cheeks. Chuck smiled back at him, his eyes going from humoured to hungry in an instant.
“You know, as fun as this jacuzzi tub of yours is, I think I might head to bed. It has been a long day after all.”
Casey nodded, “Sounds like a good idea. Don’t want our skin getting all wrinkled now do we?”
“No, we don’t.”
Leaning forward, Casey pulled Chuck into a slow, lazy kiss. Chuck wrapped his arms around his neck, letting Casey take his weight, which really wasn’t the smartest thing to do in a tub of water as Casey’s ass slid off his seat and they both ducked under the water.
They both sputtered slightly as they resurfaced, Chuck grinning like a mad man while Casey growled.
“Okay, bed. Now,” Casey said as he wiped the water from his eyes.
Chuck grinned, pushing his wet hair off his forehead, “Yes Sir,” he said as he slid off him and started to climb out of the tub.
He grabbed a towel and held another out for Casey, who took it gratefully as he leaned over to turn the bubble jets off and removed the bath plug. When he stood back up to wrap the towel round his waist, he was stopped by Chuck wrapping his hand around his neck and pulling him into another kiss.
Dropping the towel onto the floor, he wrapped his arms around Chuck’s waist pulling him close as his fingers worked under the towel that he was currently sporting. It didn’t take him long to pull it loose, letting it fall to the floor with his own. As Chuck’s other hand slowly travelled down his body to rest at his hip, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer and so started to walk them out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.
They stumbled through the apartment, bumping into the back of the couch and not caring that they were clearly visible to those living in the building across the street, instead just concentrated on each other’s mouths and the feel of each other’s body.
Falling through the door to the bedroom, they only just made it to the bed before they fell on top of it, knocking Chuck’s bag to the floor as they did so. Neither of them noticed though, too busy kissing, groping and thrusting against each other.
Dipping his head, Casey began to trail his tongue down Chuck’s long neck to nibble on his shoulder and lap at the droplets of water that were there. His hands lightly slid over his damp skin, coming to a stop just at his hip.
"T'es sur que tu veux faire ça?" he asked Chuck quietly, wanting to make sure that he knew what he was getting into.
Chuck gently caressed Casey’s jaw, making him look him right in the eye, "Je n'ai jamais été plus sur que ça auparavant," he told him, meaning every word.
Casey kissed him again, this time taking things slow, being extremely soft and tender with him and making sure that Chuck knew just how crazy he was about him, just how much this meant to him.
Pulling back from the kiss, he gently stroked a hand through Chuck’s wet hair, smiling as he realised that he was going to have serious bed head in the morning before placing a kiss on his nose and then began to travel south.
Chuck lay back, his hands stroking over Casey’s shoulders, the feel of Casey’s tongue on his stomach and hips giving him goose bumps and making him shiver in anticipation. And when Casey’s tongue connected with the head of his cock, his wet lips softly closing round the head, he felt his breath hitch and had to bite down hard on his lip to stop him from crying out.
Casey smiled to himself as he noticed Chuck’s reaction, perhaps he hadn’t known exactly what he was getting into, but he was about to show him.
Taking hold of his cock with one hand, he dipped his head, trailing his tongue down to the base and then all the way back up to the top again, making Chuck breathe rather heavily. He did this another couple of times before slowly taking his cock all the way into his mouth.
“Blia,” Chuck hissed, his hand going to Casey’s hair and gripping onto the short curls.
Casey let Chuck drop from his mouth, a little surprised that he had not just said ‘fuck’ but that he had said it in Russian.
“Slishkom?" he asked, running his free hand up and down his thigh.
“Net, net, ne ostanavlivaisia."
Smiling, Casey took Chuck back into his mouth and began to suck on him in earnest. Chuck soon wasn’t even able to speak let alone do it in a foreign language. One hand was gripping on tight to Casey’s hair while the other fisted the sheet. The only warning Casey got that he was nearing the end was a sharp intake of breath, and then Chuck was exploding inside his mouth, his cum hitting the back of his throat before being swallowed whole.
Dropping his still hard cock from his mouth, he crawled his way back up Chuck’s body, planting soft kisses over his bruises as he did so before settling over Chuck’s face and smiling down at him.
“You okay?” he asked him quietly.
Chuck nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” he said, stroking a finger down the side of his face, “That was amazing.”
“Why thank you,” Casey said with a grin, moving to settle at the side of Chuck. As he did so, he couldn’t help but nudge his extremely hard cock against Chuck’s thigh.
Chuck turned and took him into his hand, “I want to, I want us to… if you do that is.”
Casey sighed, “I would love to,” he said, “But I don’t have any stuff here.”
Chuck froze, “You planned a seduction but didn’t buy condoms or lubricant?”
“Well when you put it like that, makes me sound like an idiot,” Casey said as he fell back against the pillow, “I just didn’t think it would go this far. It may have escaped your notice, but I’m not exactly the optimistic type.”
Chuck smiled at him, “Well it’s just as well I am then isn’t it?”
Casey frowned in confusion, wondering what he was talking about when Chuck let go of him and bounced off the bed to begin rummaging through the contents of his bag on the floor. Pushing himself up onto his elbow, Casey watched the top of Chuck’s head as he rummaged amongst his things.
“Chuck, what are you doing?” he asked.
“Hold on a sec… aha!” he said as he stood up straight, holding his trophy in his hand, “I knew it was in there.”
“You brought lube with you?” Casey asked, a massive grin spreading over his face.
“Well… yeah. Like I said, I’m optimistic.”
Casey got up onto his knees and grabbed Chuck’s free hand, pulling him back onto the bed, “Only lube though?” he asked.
“Yeah, I uh, I didn’t get the chance to buy anything else. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, that’s okay,” Casey said with a nod as he pulled him close, “But listen to me, when you go out in the field, you always wear a jacket. Always.”
Chuck nodded, “Always,” he promised.
Happy with his reply, Casey kissed him softly, holding his head in his hands as he did so. Chuck moaned into his mouth, relishing in the feel of Casey’s gentle fingers all over him. However, he finally pulled back from the kiss, allowing Casey to kiss his neck again, an erogenous zone that he hadn’t even been aware he’d had. As Casey lavished him with kisses, he opened up the lube and squirted some onto his hand before taking hold of Casey and coating him liberally.
Casey hissed when he felt Chuck’s hand connect with him, something that he hadn’t really been expecting, but couldn’t complain about as it felt amazing. Taking hold of Chuck’s shoulders, he kissed him again before turning and pushing him down onto his side.
Lying behind him, he took the lubricant off of Chuck, covering a couple of fingers with it before gently pushing them inside of Chuck’s welcoming body.
Chuck moaned, his inner walls clenching around Casey as he threw his head back, needing to feel Casey’s mouth on his own. Casey didn’t disappoint, leaning forward and capturing Chuck’s mouth with his own.
As Chuck tilted his head back, deepening the kiss, Casey pushed his fingers in deep, not stopping until he hit that special nerve that had Chuck pulling back from the kiss in a gasp. Casey grinned slightly before doing it again and again and again until Chuck was begging for him to stop.
“Please,” he whined softly, reaching behind him to stroke Casey’s face.
Unable to deny him, Casey removed his hand from him and lifted up his leg before lining himself up at his entrance. Chuck took a sharp intake of breath as he felt Casey getting ready to join with him, his hand continuing to stroke his jaw. Casey didn’t need to see Chuck’s quickening breaths to know that he was becoming nervous as he could feel his body tightening up slightly too. And so wanting to make sure he was relaxed and comfortable, he leaned down and kissed him as tenderly as he could manage. And when Chuck tried to deepen the kiss, no longer concentrating on what was happening down below, Casey pushed in.
Chuck gasped, his hand tightening around the back of Casey’s neck as he was stretched wide.
Casey wrapped his arm underneath him, pulling him close as he lifted his leg and pulled it back over his own body, allowing for a much better angle for both of them. Looking down at Chuck, he nuzzled his nose slightly, placing light kisses on his lips before pulling back slowly and pushing back in.
“Oh fuck!” Chuck moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Casey smiled, burying his face in his hair as he began to move at a steady pace. He took his time, not wanting to rush and have it all over before it began, but also wanting to make sure that Chuck enjoyed himself too. It took a little while for him to relax completely and for his soft moans to turn into loud groans as he began to push back against him.
As soon as Chuck began to join in, using the bed as leverage to allow him to meet Casey’s thrusts with as much vigour of his own, Casey took hold of his cock, pumping it nice and hard and began to speed up his movements.
Chuck’s gentle stroking of Casey’s face, turned into a tight death grip of his hair, pulling him into a hard kiss as he continued to make the most pornographic noises, something that Casey wasn’t able to prevent himself from doing for much longer. He pulled back from Chuck’s mouth, looking right down into his big chocolate eyes as he began to grunt in time with his movements.
As he looked back up at Casey, Chuck reached down and lay his hand over the one that was stroking him, squeezing it gently and letting Casey know that he wasn’t far off.
“It’s okay,” Casey whispered, his own climax fast approaching.
Chuck nodded, then blinked and then as if by magic, let out a strangled cry as he came, his body flexing like a bow against Casey who groaned and soon followed him into his bliss, all the while not losing eye contact with Chuck.
As he emptied himself into Chuck, he held on tight, his head resting on Chuck’s and both of them panting into each other’s mouths.
Coming down from their high, Casey gently lowered Chuck’s leg before letting himself slip from him. Chuck turned slightly, not wanting to lose contact and smiled at him.
“What?” Casey asked, unable to stop the dopey grin that spread onto his own face.
“I think we need to go back to the bathroom and shower,” Chuck told him.
His eyes twinkling with humour, Casey leaned down and kissed him once more, “Sure thing my little electron. What ever you say.”
TBC
FRENCH
Et qu'est-ce qui te fait penser ça? - And what makes you think that?
Tu plaisantes, pas vrai? - You're kidding right?
Absolument pas - Absolutely not
Bon, si tu poses les choses comme ça, comment puis-je refuser? - Well when you put it like that, how can I refuse?
Mon Dieu, j'ai eu envie de faire ça depuis si longtemps - God I've been wanting to do this for so long
Ca valais le coup d'attendre - Was it worth the wait?
Définitivement oui - most definitely
T'es sur que tu veux faire ça? - Are you sure you want to do this?
Je n'ai jamais été plus sur que ça auparavant - I've never been surer about anything before
RUSSIAN
Blia - fuck
Slishkom? - too much?
Net, net, ne ostanavlivaisia - No, no, God no, don't stop.
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC 17
Pairing: Chuck/Casey
Prompt: The Muse gave me - Chuck comes out to Morgan when Morgan sets him up with a girl
Disclaimer: Chuck belongs to NBC.
Author's Notes: Thanks to lillyg and nelka35 for translations.
Summary: Sarah's gone and Morgan thinks Chuck needs to get laid. And Morgan... well, he's like a dog with a bone sometimes. While Casey - he has his own ideas.
As soon as they stepped into the apartment, Chuck began to remove his jacket, throwing it and his brand new shiny NSA badge onto the kitchen work top. He hadn’t spoke a word to Casey since they’d left Fort Meade and didn’t look like he’d be starting up any conversation soon. So Casey decided to do it for him.
“Chuck listen…”
“No, you listen,” Chuck said as he spun to stare at him, “Getting into a fight with Sarah? What did you think the General was going to say?”
“Hey, she hit me first.”
“You didn’t have to rise to it,” Chuck told him, “I mean, you couldn’t have appeared more compromised if you’d climbed up onto the roof and declared your love for me.”
Casey sighed heavily through his nose. Chuck was right. His momentary lapse of common sense had made him appear completely and utterly compromised and he really hadn’t had a chance after that.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
“Yeah, well so am I,” Chuck said, turning away from him again, “I’m going for a shower.”
Casey watched him walk away, unable to do or say anything to keep him there with him. Gripping onto the worktop, he let his eyes close. Who knew how long he had left with Chuck. He could be called away tonight or it could be next week. However, he was no longer an asset, but an agent. For all intents and purposes, he was free. They should be celebrating.
Chuck slumped back against the bathroom door, letting his eyes fall closed as he tried to get control of his emotions. He knew it wasn’t really Casey’s fault that Sarah had hit him, that he’d lost his temper and that he shouldn’t blame him. But he couldn’t really pick up the phone and yell at the General could he?
Pushing himself off the door he turned on the shower before he continued to get undressed, folding his clothes and setting them onto the worktop next to the sink. He stood for a minute and just examined himself in the mirror. He had quite a few bruises over his body from the hand to hand combat that morning, not as many as he’d thought he’d had though, and they’d be easy enough to cover up. The black eye though wouldn’t be so easy to hide. Luckily though, Casey had a few bruises on his face of his own and so at least they would be able to come up with a story together.
Prodding the bruise softly, he paused as he was sure he heard the front door to the apartment slam shut. He wasn’t worried though, it was probably just Casey going out for a run or something. Exercise seemed to always calm him when he was angry.
Sighing as he realised he probably hadn’t helped with that anger, he turned and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water soothe his tired and aching muscles.
It had been a long day, longer than he had expected. There’d been a surprising amount of waiting about, just doing nothing and he supposed that was all part of the test, looking to see how much patience he had. Then after the whole splitting up Sarah and Casey, everyone had been giving him a wide birth. A couple of the others had asked him if that had been part of a test and what did he know that they didn’t. He had just shaken his head at them and sat in a corner away from them all.
And when the names of those who had passed had been called out, his being the first, the looks he had gotten… hate, loathing, envy, had made his anger build even more. He hadn’t done anything wrong and didn’t deserve the crap he was getting. It was supposed to be an enjoyable weekend, a life changing weekend. He was supposed to happy and relieved that he was no longer an asset, but all it made him feel was resentment. Resentment towards Bryce for sending him the Intersect, resentment towards the General for lying to him, resentment towards Sarah for stealing him and resentment towards Casey for giving him hope.
As he began to wash himself, getting rid of all the dried in sweat from both his morning activities and the medical, he realised that he was most definitely being too harsh on Casey.
He wasn’t the only one that was upset here. Casey was too. He had been promised a new partner, a Chuck shaped partner. He’d allowed himself to grow close to him, to share secrets that he hadn’t shared with anyone else. He’d gotten used to having Chuck around and now he was going to be on his own again. It nearly broke Chuck’s heart to think of Casey being on his own again. He’d been on his own for far too long. He deserved better.
Finally turning off the shower, he stepped out into the steam filled bathroom. He grabbed a towel from the linen closet and wrapped it around his waist before grabbing his clothes and heading out into the living room.
As expected, Casey wasn’t there. A note was though, sitting on top of his badge.
‘Chuck,
I know you’re angry, but you need to know that you did really well today and that I have never felt more proud, not even when I received my Legion of Merit.
We might not be partners like we had planned, but that doesn’t matter cause you know I’ll always be there for you whenever you need me and I know that you will always be there for me. That’s what friends do right? Look out for each other? It’s been a while since I’ve done the whole ‘friend thing’ so you’ll need to keep me right.
John x
PS
Had to go to the store for a few things. Won’t be long.’
Chuck couldn’t stop himself from smiling slightly. Casey being proud of him made him feel all kinds of warm and fuzzy.
Taking the note with him, he went into the bedroom to put some clothes on. Being an agent, he should probably burn the note, but he couldn’t. Not yet. He’d do it in the morning.
Hanging his suit up with the one he’d worn the day before, all ready to be taken to the dry cleaners, he lifted his bag up onto the bed and pulled a pair of jeans out, his favourite pair. They were rather old and torn in some places, even wearing away at the crotch some, but they were comfortable and the last thing he wanted with a bruised and tired body was to be uncomfortable.
He had just placed them on the bed and was looking for a t-shirt when he heard the door to the apartment open and close again.
“Just me,” Casey shouted to Chuck, not wanting him to pull a gun on him.
As he dumped his bags on the worktop, he noticed that Chuck’s badge and the note were gone. Hopefully, Chuck would be in a better mood after reading it, or at least be willing to sit down and talk about it all.
Unpacking the bags he looked up as he heard the bedroom door open.
”Hey,” Chuck said.
Casey froze, his mouth falling open slightly as he took in the sight of him. He was leaning against the door frame, towel drying his hair, ignoring his still damp body and he was wearing nothing but those raggedy old jeans of his (that hung way too low on his hips) and a coy smile.
“Hey,” he said back, although it came out more like a grunt.
“What were you at the store for?” Chuck asked him as he stepped forward.
Shaking his head slightly and dragging his eyes away from a droplet of water on Chuck’s collar bone that he just wanted to lick away, he delved into the bag and held up a bag of twinkies.
Chuck frowned, “Twinkies?”
“And donughts, and chocolate and ice cream… basically a whole lotta junk food and some alcohol,” Casey explained, pulling out each item as he named it.
“Champagne?” Chuck asked, his eyebrows shooting up.
“Well, we are celebrating aren’t we?”
“We are?”
Casey sighed, “Look, I know it’s gonna be hard not working with each other, but… you’ve got your life back now Chuck. A new Intersect is being built, you have a future you can look forward to. You’re free. And if that doesn’t call for a celebration then I don’t know what does.”
Chuck grinned at him before leaning over the counter and placing a soft kiss on Casey’s lips, “Thank you,” he said.
Casey smiled back at him, “Your welcome.”
He watched as Chuck disappeared into the bedroom to continue getting dressed before emptying the rest of the bags. Maybe it was a good thing they wouldn’t be partners, cause in all his years, he’d never had a partner who would just kiss him like that and it felt more than good to have someone there who he could do that with.
“So,” Chuck said as he came back out, a rather tight t-shirt now covering his torso, “What else you got planned for tonight?”
Casey shrugged, “More movies?” he asked, “Or we can go out if you want.”
Chuck shook his head and sat down with him on the couch, “I don’t wanna go out,” he told him, “Hanging out here’ll be more fun.”
Casey raised an eyebrow at him, “You clearly don’t get out enough.”
Chuck smiled and grabbed a packet of chips off the table, sitting back and delving in as Casey poured them both a drink. As he handed Chuck his glass of champagne, he turned to face him.
“Let’s not toast to me,” Chuck said as Casey went to open his mouth, “Let’s toast to partners instead.”
“Partners?”
Chuck nodded, “Officially or not, you will always be my partner.”
Casey’s eyes twinkled as he tried to hold back a smile and instead he raised his glass, “Partners.”
Chuck raised his too before taking a large gulp of his drink. When he was done, he turned and grabbed his chips again, popping his feet up on the coffee table as Casey put a movie in.
“We’re going for comedy tonight?” Chuck asked.
“I’m all action movied out,” Casey explained, “So it’s either horror or comedy and I know how much you hate horror movies.”
“Well then comedy it is,” he said with a nod, “You know, you really should get more sci fi.”
“I have sci fi.”
“Spaceballs doesn’t count.”
Casey grinned and sat back as the movie started, surprising Chuck slightly as he rested his hand on his knee.
Chuck soon forgot all about the chips, the champagne and the movie and instead found himself staring at Casey’s hand. He had no idea if Casey was doing it deliberately or not, but the way he squeezed softly and gently rubbed up and down soon had Chuck struggling to breath properly.
Casey eventually noticed what he was doing to Chuck and turned to face him.
“Casey,” Chuck said quietly, finally taking his eyes off his hand and taking in the junk food, the alcohol and Casey’s heated stare.
“Yes Chuck?”
“Are you trying to seduce me?”
Casey smiled, “Et qu'est-ce qui te fait penser ça?" he asked, his hand travelling up his leg a little bit further.
Chuck couldn’t stop himself from smiling at that, “French? Tu plaisantes, pas vrai?"
Casey moved forward, his face mere centimetres away from Chucks, “Absolument pas."
Realising that Casey wasn’t joking around, that he was being deadly serious and that, that hand of his was going places that Chuck had longed for it to go for weeks now, he was unable to hold back any longer, “Bon, si tu poses les choses comme ça, comment puis-je refuser?” he asked before closing the distance between them and pulling Casey into deep, passionate kiss.
Dropping the champagne and chips onto the floor, not caring where they landed, Chuck wrapped his arms around Casey, unwilling to let go anytime soon.
Casey held on just as tight to Chuck as Chuck held onto him, his hand going up to thread into those damp curls as he lowered him onto the sofa, crawling on top of him.
“Mon Dieu, j'ai eu envie de faire ça depuis si longtemps,” Casey growled into his lips as he pulled back for air, his hand working its way up and under Chuck’s t-shirt.
“Ca valais le coup d'attendre?” Chuck asked as he let his hand stroke over Casey’s ass and began to pull his shirt out his pants.
Casey answered by grinding his half hard cock against Chuck’s, “Définitivement oui,” he said before dipping his head for another kiss.
Chuck moaned into his lips, his hands travelling round to Casey’s front as he desperately tried to unbutton his shirt without having to stop kissing him, God he was a great kisser. However, Casey seemed to think that Chuck wasn’t going fast enough as he sat back and pulled his shirt up and over his head instead. Chuck watched him, feeling his cock get impeccably hard at the sight of that body towering above him. Casey gave him a hungry look before reaching down and pulling his t-shirt off for him.
As soon as his t-shirt was gone, Casey was covering his body again, his hands going everywhere, gently stroking over his bruises and making Chuck tingle with absolute need.
He reached between them and quickly unfastened Casey’s belt, pulling his fly down and reaching inside to grip him. Casey groaned before doing the same, taking hold of Chuck in his big strong hand and making Chuck buck up into his palm.
Casey smiled and captured Chuck’s mouth in a hard kiss as he began to stroke him rapidly. Chuck kissed him back, giving as good as he was getting and moved his hand in time with Casey’s. He couldn’t quite believe that he was finally holding Casey in his hand, that Casey had a hold of him and that they were driving each other to the edge.
“Fuck,” Casey hissed as his cock began to pulse, spilling himself over Chuck’s hand and stomach. Chuck wasn’t far behind him, his hips pushing up off the couch as he added to the mess.
Casey watched Chuck as he came, etching every muscle twitch, every moan into his memory for future reference.
“Okay?” he asked him.
Chuck looked up at Casey and nodded, pulling him down for a soft kiss, “Better than okay.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
Putting his champagne glass down on the side of the bath, Chuck moved forward out of his seat across from Casey and straddled his thighs instead.
Casey watched him carefully, taking a large sip of his champagne, “And just what are you up to Bartowski?” he asked.
Chuck trailed a wet finger down Casey’s chest, “Nothing,” he said, leaning down to place a kiss at the base of his throat, “You just have this sort of magnetism that makes me have to touch you.”
“Magnetism?” Casey asked, placing his own glass down.
“Yeah, you know like protons and electrons. You’re my big proton and I’m your little electron that floats about you, unable to pull away.”
“Trust you to use a physics analogy,” Casey said with a smile, wrapping his hands around Chuck’s waist, “But I thought electrons and protons circled neutrons.”
Chuck rolled his eyes, “Stop ruining it,” he said before leaning up and kissing Casey softly.
Casey smiled, letting his hand trail down to Chuck’s ass, his finger pushing between his cheeks. Chuck smiled back at him, his eyes going from humoured to hungry in an instant.
“You know, as fun as this jacuzzi tub of yours is, I think I might head to bed. It has been a long day after all.”
Casey nodded, “Sounds like a good idea. Don’t want our skin getting all wrinkled now do we?”
“No, we don’t.”
Leaning forward, Casey pulled Chuck into a slow, lazy kiss. Chuck wrapped his arms around his neck, letting Casey take his weight, which really wasn’t the smartest thing to do in a tub of water as Casey’s ass slid off his seat and they both ducked under the water.
They both sputtered slightly as they resurfaced, Chuck grinning like a mad man while Casey growled.
“Okay, bed. Now,” Casey said as he wiped the water from his eyes.
Chuck grinned, pushing his wet hair off his forehead, “Yes Sir,” he said as he slid off him and started to climb out of the tub.
He grabbed a towel and held another out for Casey, who took it gratefully as he leaned over to turn the bubble jets off and removed the bath plug. When he stood back up to wrap the towel round his waist, he was stopped by Chuck wrapping his hand around his neck and pulling him into another kiss.
Dropping the towel onto the floor, he wrapped his arms around Chuck’s waist pulling him close as his fingers worked under the towel that he was currently sporting. It didn’t take him long to pull it loose, letting it fall to the floor with his own. As Chuck’s other hand slowly travelled down his body to rest at his hip, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer and so started to walk them out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.
They stumbled through the apartment, bumping into the back of the couch and not caring that they were clearly visible to those living in the building across the street, instead just concentrated on each other’s mouths and the feel of each other’s body.
Falling through the door to the bedroom, they only just made it to the bed before they fell on top of it, knocking Chuck’s bag to the floor as they did so. Neither of them noticed though, too busy kissing, groping and thrusting against each other.
Dipping his head, Casey began to trail his tongue down Chuck’s long neck to nibble on his shoulder and lap at the droplets of water that were there. His hands lightly slid over his damp skin, coming to a stop just at his hip.
"T'es sur que tu veux faire ça?" he asked Chuck quietly, wanting to make sure that he knew what he was getting into.
Chuck gently caressed Casey’s jaw, making him look him right in the eye, "Je n'ai jamais été plus sur que ça auparavant," he told him, meaning every word.
Casey kissed him again, this time taking things slow, being extremely soft and tender with him and making sure that Chuck knew just how crazy he was about him, just how much this meant to him.
Pulling back from the kiss, he gently stroked a hand through Chuck’s wet hair, smiling as he realised that he was going to have serious bed head in the morning before placing a kiss on his nose and then began to travel south.
Chuck lay back, his hands stroking over Casey’s shoulders, the feel of Casey’s tongue on his stomach and hips giving him goose bumps and making him shiver in anticipation. And when Casey’s tongue connected with the head of his cock, his wet lips softly closing round the head, he felt his breath hitch and had to bite down hard on his lip to stop him from crying out.
Casey smiled to himself as he noticed Chuck’s reaction, perhaps he hadn’t known exactly what he was getting into, but he was about to show him.
Taking hold of his cock with one hand, he dipped his head, trailing his tongue down to the base and then all the way back up to the top again, making Chuck breathe rather heavily. He did this another couple of times before slowly taking his cock all the way into his mouth.
“Blia,” Chuck hissed, his hand going to Casey’s hair and gripping onto the short curls.
Casey let Chuck drop from his mouth, a little surprised that he had not just said ‘fuck’ but that he had said it in Russian.
“Slishkom?" he asked, running his free hand up and down his thigh.
“Net, net, ne ostanavlivaisia."
Smiling, Casey took Chuck back into his mouth and began to suck on him in earnest. Chuck soon wasn’t even able to speak let alone do it in a foreign language. One hand was gripping on tight to Casey’s hair while the other fisted the sheet. The only warning Casey got that he was nearing the end was a sharp intake of breath, and then Chuck was exploding inside his mouth, his cum hitting the back of his throat before being swallowed whole.
Dropping his still hard cock from his mouth, he crawled his way back up Chuck’s body, planting soft kisses over his bruises as he did so before settling over Chuck’s face and smiling down at him.
“You okay?” he asked him quietly.
Chuck nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” he said, stroking a finger down the side of his face, “That was amazing.”
“Why thank you,” Casey said with a grin, moving to settle at the side of Chuck. As he did so, he couldn’t help but nudge his extremely hard cock against Chuck’s thigh.
Chuck turned and took him into his hand, “I want to, I want us to… if you do that is.”
Casey sighed, “I would love to,” he said, “But I don’t have any stuff here.”
Chuck froze, “You planned a seduction but didn’t buy condoms or lubricant?”
“Well when you put it like that, makes me sound like an idiot,” Casey said as he fell back against the pillow, “I just didn’t think it would go this far. It may have escaped your notice, but I’m not exactly the optimistic type.”
Chuck smiled at him, “Well it’s just as well I am then isn’t it?”
Casey frowned in confusion, wondering what he was talking about when Chuck let go of him and bounced off the bed to begin rummaging through the contents of his bag on the floor. Pushing himself up onto his elbow, Casey watched the top of Chuck’s head as he rummaged amongst his things.
“Chuck, what are you doing?” he asked.
“Hold on a sec… aha!” he said as he stood up straight, holding his trophy in his hand, “I knew it was in there.”
“You brought lube with you?” Casey asked, a massive grin spreading over his face.
“Well… yeah. Like I said, I’m optimistic.”
Casey got up onto his knees and grabbed Chuck’s free hand, pulling him back onto the bed, “Only lube though?” he asked.
“Yeah, I uh, I didn’t get the chance to buy anything else. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, that’s okay,” Casey said with a nod as he pulled him close, “But listen to me, when you go out in the field, you always wear a jacket. Always.”
Chuck nodded, “Always,” he promised.
Happy with his reply, Casey kissed him softly, holding his head in his hands as he did so. Chuck moaned into his mouth, relishing in the feel of Casey’s gentle fingers all over him. However, he finally pulled back from the kiss, allowing Casey to kiss his neck again, an erogenous zone that he hadn’t even been aware he’d had. As Casey lavished him with kisses, he opened up the lube and squirted some onto his hand before taking hold of Casey and coating him liberally.
Casey hissed when he felt Chuck’s hand connect with him, something that he hadn’t really been expecting, but couldn’t complain about as it felt amazing. Taking hold of Chuck’s shoulders, he kissed him again before turning and pushing him down onto his side.
Lying behind him, he took the lubricant off of Chuck, covering a couple of fingers with it before gently pushing them inside of Chuck’s welcoming body.
Chuck moaned, his inner walls clenching around Casey as he threw his head back, needing to feel Casey’s mouth on his own. Casey didn’t disappoint, leaning forward and capturing Chuck’s mouth with his own.
As Chuck tilted his head back, deepening the kiss, Casey pushed his fingers in deep, not stopping until he hit that special nerve that had Chuck pulling back from the kiss in a gasp. Casey grinned slightly before doing it again and again and again until Chuck was begging for him to stop.
“Please,” he whined softly, reaching behind him to stroke Casey’s face.
Unable to deny him, Casey removed his hand from him and lifted up his leg before lining himself up at his entrance. Chuck took a sharp intake of breath as he felt Casey getting ready to join with him, his hand continuing to stroke his jaw. Casey didn’t need to see Chuck’s quickening breaths to know that he was becoming nervous as he could feel his body tightening up slightly too. And so wanting to make sure he was relaxed and comfortable, he leaned down and kissed him as tenderly as he could manage. And when Chuck tried to deepen the kiss, no longer concentrating on what was happening down below, Casey pushed in.
Chuck gasped, his hand tightening around the back of Casey’s neck as he was stretched wide.
Casey wrapped his arm underneath him, pulling him close as he lifted his leg and pulled it back over his own body, allowing for a much better angle for both of them. Looking down at Chuck, he nuzzled his nose slightly, placing light kisses on his lips before pulling back slowly and pushing back in.
“Oh fuck!” Chuck moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Casey smiled, burying his face in his hair as he began to move at a steady pace. He took his time, not wanting to rush and have it all over before it began, but also wanting to make sure that Chuck enjoyed himself too. It took a little while for him to relax completely and for his soft moans to turn into loud groans as he began to push back against him.
As soon as Chuck began to join in, using the bed as leverage to allow him to meet Casey’s thrusts with as much vigour of his own, Casey took hold of his cock, pumping it nice and hard and began to speed up his movements.
Chuck’s gentle stroking of Casey’s face, turned into a tight death grip of his hair, pulling him into a hard kiss as he continued to make the most pornographic noises, something that Casey wasn’t able to prevent himself from doing for much longer. He pulled back from Chuck’s mouth, looking right down into his big chocolate eyes as he began to grunt in time with his movements.
As he looked back up at Casey, Chuck reached down and lay his hand over the one that was stroking him, squeezing it gently and letting Casey know that he wasn’t far off.
“It’s okay,” Casey whispered, his own climax fast approaching.
Chuck nodded, then blinked and then as if by magic, let out a strangled cry as he came, his body flexing like a bow against Casey who groaned and soon followed him into his bliss, all the while not losing eye contact with Chuck.
As he emptied himself into Chuck, he held on tight, his head resting on Chuck’s and both of them panting into each other’s mouths.
Coming down from their high, Casey gently lowered Chuck’s leg before letting himself slip from him. Chuck turned slightly, not wanting to lose contact and smiled at him.
“What?” Casey asked, unable to stop the dopey grin that spread onto his own face.
“I think we need to go back to the bathroom and shower,” Chuck told him.
His eyes twinkling with humour, Casey leaned down and kissed him once more, “Sure thing my little electron. What ever you say.”
TBC
FRENCH
Et qu'est-ce qui te fait penser ça? - And what makes you think that?
Tu plaisantes, pas vrai? - You're kidding right?
Absolument pas - Absolutely not
Bon, si tu poses les choses comme ça, comment puis-je refuser? - Well when you put it like that, how can I refuse?
Mon Dieu, j'ai eu envie de faire ça depuis si longtemps - God I've been wanting to do this for so long
Ca valais le coup d'attendre - Was it worth the wait?
Définitivement oui - most definitely
T'es sur que tu veux faire ça? - Are you sure you want to do this?
Je n'ai jamais été plus sur que ça auparavant - I've never been surer about anything before
RUSSIAN
Blia - fuck
Slishkom? - too much?
Net, net, ne ostanavlivaisia - No, no, God no, don't stop.