Is This It
Title: Is This It
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Chuck/Casey
Disclaimer: Chuck belongs to NBC/WB
Summary: Basically a little post 2x21 PWP. Enjoy.
Casey didn’t care that people had seen him drag Chuck away, didn’t care that they’d left Sarah standing at the bar on her own, and certainly didn’t care if anyone saw him. He was no longer Chuck’s handler and he was leaving in the morning for good.
“Casey what…”
Casey cut Chuck off as he threw him up against his car, “Shut up,” he said as he leaned forward and kissed him hard.
Chuck yelped slightly in surprise, but as he felt Casey’s hands grip on tight to his hips, pulling him flush against him and certain private parts of him, he soon relented and began to kiss back. He pushed his hand up, his fingers scrunching round Casey’s polo as he pulled him near and bending his head back to deepen the kiss, allowing Casey to dominate him.
When Casey pulled back, he rested his forehead on Chuck’s, neither of them saying anything, just panting and staring into each other’s eyes, not needing words to communicate.
They could’ve stood like that forever, or it could’ve been seconds. Casey wasn’t sure, all he knew was that he wanted to kiss Chuck again. But before he could, the sound of a familiar laugh hit their ears.
Pulling apart, the both looked over to where Anna and Morgan were stumbling about as they fell out of the entrance and into a waiting cab.
“Maybe we should go somewhere a bit more private,” Chuck said.
Casey nodded, pulling his keys out of his pocket and opening the car, allowing Chuck to slip in first before following him.
Although they were only ten minutes away from the apartment complex, it felt like hours. Casey could feel his hand twitching as he gripped on tight to the steering wheel, wanting nothing more than to reach over and to pull Chuck to him. Chuck too, seemed like he was doing his best to control his impulses, his leg bouncing up and down while his fingers tapped away at his knee.
He kept glancing over at Casey though, no smile on his face or frown, just a look of utter hunger, something that Casey was sure he had never seen on Chuck before and he had to admit, he liked it.
When they finally arrived back at the apartment complex, Casey had no sooner put the car into park than he was being pulled into a fierce kiss by Chuck, one of his hands gripping onto his jaw tight while the other worked it’s way up his thigh.
Reluctantly, Casey pulled back, “You wanna do this in here or in my bed?” he asked as he struggled to control his wandering hands.
“Bed sounds like a good idea,” Chuck said, “Less chance of getting arrested.”
Casey smiled slightly, leaning in for one more small kiss before finally extricating himself from Chuck and stepping out of the car. Chuck all but ran after him, following him as he made his way inside his house.
Casey had only just put the code into the alarm when Chuck pounced on him, pinning him up against the wall opposite. Casey moaned appreciatively before kicking the door shut, preventing their nosy neighbours from seeing anything they shouldn’t.
And then they were off, ripping their clothes off each other as they fought their way up the stairs. They stumbled into the bedroom, belt buckles clicking open as they frantically made their way over to the bed.
Chuck was first to fall. The back of his legs hit the bed, forcing him to sit down while momentum carried him backwards. Casey, his hand halfway inside of Chuck’s pants, went with him, only just able to put an arm out in time to stop him from completely winding Chuck.
Chuck however, found the situation amusing and started to laugh, but when Casey brought his head up to look down at him, a sly smile of his own on his lips, his laughter soon died off and once again, he was bestowing Casey with a look of hunger.
He pushed up, his mouth connecting violently with Casey’s as the manoeuvred themselves up the bed, shedding the last of their clothes as they did so.
When Casey felt Chuck’s naked flesh against his own, he struggled to hold back, struggled to contain himself. He wanted nothing more than to fuck him into the mattress, as hard as he could. But he didn’t. They had all night and he wanted to make it last, wanted to make sure Chuck never ever forgot him.
Pinning Chuck’s hands to the bed, he began to kiss and lick his way down his throat, nibbling slightly at his adam’s apple before venturing lower, teasing his nipples and making him groan loudly and arch up off the bed. It was the best sound Casey had ever heard him make, and he wanted to hear more of it.
Holding Chuck’s wrists in one hand, he licked the other and reached down between them, gripping on tight to Chuck’s rock hard cock and began to slowly stroke him, teasing him until he was a blabbering mess.
“Casey,” he panted.
“Bartowski?” Casey asked him, looking up from the love bite he’d just left on his collarbone.
“Can we stop with the teasing and get on with it already?”
Casey smiled and reached up to kiss him, releasing his wrists, letting his trace his hands down his until he was gripping at his ass tight. When he pulled back, still smiling he caught Chuck’s lower lip between his teeth, allowing it to slip free slowly.
“On one condition,” he said.
Chuck nodded, “Sure. Anything.”
“Call me John.”
Chuck froze for a second before nodding again, “John,” he panted, sending shivers all the way down Casey’s spine.
Planting a gentle kiss on Chuck’s lips, he jumped off of him and went over to one of the already packed boxes by the window. Rummaging inside it took him a few moments before he found what he was looking for. When he turned back to Chuck, he felt like his breath was being pulled from him. Chuck was lying there, leaning on his elbows, watching him and the light coming in from the courtyard outside shining on his skin making him look like the most delicate being on this earth.
“What?” Chuck asked, wondering why he was being stared at like that.
Casey shook his head, breaking the trance, “No, nothing,” he said as he made his way back over to him, slowly crawling up his body like a big cat.
Chuck smiled coyly, wrapping his arms around his shoulders as he settled over him once more and pushed himself up for another kiss. Except this time, instead of being brutal and full of so much need, it was slow and gentle, startling them both slightly.
Casey then pulled back to sit on his heels, handing the condom to Chuck. Taking the hint, Chuck pushed himself up to sit, tore the wrapper open and slowly but surely, slipped it onto Casey. As he secured it, Casey leaned down and kissed him once more before allowing him to fall back onto the bed and watch as Casey slicked himself up. Then before he knew what was happening, Casey had thrown his leg over his shoulder and was pushing his fingers into him.
“Oh God!” Chuck panted, making Casey smile proudly to himself.
He alternated between watching Chuck’s face and the emotions that spread across them and watching as his hand moved in and out of Chuck’s ass. He didn’t know which one he wanted to watch more and it was driving him crazy. Luckily, he soon had that decision made for him.
“John, so help me God if you don’t fuck me now…”
“What?” Casey asked, holding still, “What will you Chuck?” he added as he slowly pushed his fingers in deep to rub off that special little bundle of nerves.
Chuck yelled out in pleasure, his body pushing up off the bed and panting hard before he spoke again, “I’ll… I’ll get very annoyed.”
Casey couldn’t help but laugh at that, but with that kind of logic, he wasn’t one to argue. Pulling his hand free, but keeping Chuck’s leg hooked over his shoulder, he leaned down until their faces were mere inches apart - who knew Chuck was so bendy - and then, slowly, not breaking their gaze, he pushed into him.
Both mean groaned loudly, both of them enjoying the feel of being connected with the other more than they thought was possible. At first Casey held still, not only allowing Chuck the chance to relax his body and get used to the feel of him, but to allow him to get used to the feeling of being inside Chuck, something that he had wanted to do from the moment he set eyes on him two years ago.
But then, Casey began to move, pulling his hips out slowly and pushing back in as gently as he could, causing Chuck to gasp softly, his head thrown back in euphoria as he clung to Casey.
Casey leaned down and kissed him, forcing himself in deeper, making Chuck’s body twitch as he brushed his cock against his prostate and then he was pulling back again and thrusting in once more, quicker than before. There was no holding back then. Casey gripped onto Chuck’s leg with one hand, pushed himself up with the other and began to piston into him.
Chuck dug the heel of his forgotten leg into the mattress, pushing back down onto Casey’s cock with as much force as he could muster.
As they moved, their bodied writhing against each other, a fine sheen of sweat began to build up on their skin, making it impossible for Casey to carry on holding onto Chuck’s leg. Not that Chuck minded. With his leg free, he was able to push down onto Casey even harder while wrapping both his hands around his back and pulling him as close to him as possible.
Now that he wasn’t holding onto Chuck’s leg, Casey decided to hold onto his cock instead, stroking him hard and trying to get him off as quick as possible. Chuck’s entire body practically sprung off the bed as he felt Casey’s hand around him. With his cock up his ass, pummelling into him, his entire body was like a finely coiled spring, more sensitive to touch now than it had been ten minutes ago.
Casey marvelled in the way in which Chuck moved against him. It was as if he was born to be fucked by him. Their bodies fit perfectly together, moved perfectly together and as he watched Chuck spill his seed all over his own stomach, he chastised himself from not doing this sooner, for waiting so long as he knew it wouldn’t be enough, that he would need more.
Once Chuck’s body had stopped writhing in pleasure, he fell back against the bed and stared up at Casey, watching him as he moved, his thrusts becoming erratic and wild until he finally pushed in one last time and let his orgasm wash over him.
As he collapsed to the side of Chuck, he waited for a few moments before pulling off the condom and throwing it in the direction of his trashcan and grabbed his underwear off the floor and turned to Chuck to clean him up. Chuck lay there, panting and watching closely as Casey gently swept the material over his stomach, throwing it to the floor when he was finished.
Chuck reached over, cupping Casey’s face and pulled him into a slow, lazy kiss, happy when he felt Casey roll on top of him again.
“Is this it?” Chuck asked him when they pulled apart, “Will I…”
“Shh,” Casey said with a slight shake of his head, “You will. I promise.”
Chuck smiled again and once more, Casey was unable to resist, allowing Chuck to pull him down into another, deep, loving kiss.
THE END
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: nc-17
Pairing: Chuck/Casey
Disclaimer: Chuck belongs to NBC/WB
Summary: Basically a little post 2x21 PWP. Enjoy.
Casey didn’t care that people had seen him drag Chuck away, didn’t care that they’d left Sarah standing at the bar on her own, and certainly didn’t care if anyone saw him. He was no longer Chuck’s handler and he was leaving in the morning for good.
“Casey what…”
Casey cut Chuck off as he threw him up against his car, “Shut up,” he said as he leaned forward and kissed him hard.
Chuck yelped slightly in surprise, but as he felt Casey’s hands grip on tight to his hips, pulling him flush against him and certain private parts of him, he soon relented and began to kiss back. He pushed his hand up, his fingers scrunching round Casey’s polo as he pulled him near and bending his head back to deepen the kiss, allowing Casey to dominate him.
When Casey pulled back, he rested his forehead on Chuck’s, neither of them saying anything, just panting and staring into each other’s eyes, not needing words to communicate.
They could’ve stood like that forever, or it could’ve been seconds. Casey wasn’t sure, all he knew was that he wanted to kiss Chuck again. But before he could, the sound of a familiar laugh hit their ears.
Pulling apart, the both looked over to where Anna and Morgan were stumbling about as they fell out of the entrance and into a waiting cab.
“Maybe we should go somewhere a bit more private,” Chuck said.
Casey nodded, pulling his keys out of his pocket and opening the car, allowing Chuck to slip in first before following him.
Although they were only ten minutes away from the apartment complex, it felt like hours. Casey could feel his hand twitching as he gripped on tight to the steering wheel, wanting nothing more than to reach over and to pull Chuck to him. Chuck too, seemed like he was doing his best to control his impulses, his leg bouncing up and down while his fingers tapped away at his knee.
He kept glancing over at Casey though, no smile on his face or frown, just a look of utter hunger, something that Casey was sure he had never seen on Chuck before and he had to admit, he liked it.
When they finally arrived back at the apartment complex, Casey had no sooner put the car into park than he was being pulled into a fierce kiss by Chuck, one of his hands gripping onto his jaw tight while the other worked it’s way up his thigh.
Reluctantly, Casey pulled back, “You wanna do this in here or in my bed?” he asked as he struggled to control his wandering hands.
“Bed sounds like a good idea,” Chuck said, “Less chance of getting arrested.”
Casey smiled slightly, leaning in for one more small kiss before finally extricating himself from Chuck and stepping out of the car. Chuck all but ran after him, following him as he made his way inside his house.
Casey had only just put the code into the alarm when Chuck pounced on him, pinning him up against the wall opposite. Casey moaned appreciatively before kicking the door shut, preventing their nosy neighbours from seeing anything they shouldn’t.
And then they were off, ripping their clothes off each other as they fought their way up the stairs. They stumbled into the bedroom, belt buckles clicking open as they frantically made their way over to the bed.
Chuck was first to fall. The back of his legs hit the bed, forcing him to sit down while momentum carried him backwards. Casey, his hand halfway inside of Chuck’s pants, went with him, only just able to put an arm out in time to stop him from completely winding Chuck.
Chuck however, found the situation amusing and started to laugh, but when Casey brought his head up to look down at him, a sly smile of his own on his lips, his laughter soon died off and once again, he was bestowing Casey with a look of hunger.
He pushed up, his mouth connecting violently with Casey’s as the manoeuvred themselves up the bed, shedding the last of their clothes as they did so.
When Casey felt Chuck’s naked flesh against his own, he struggled to hold back, struggled to contain himself. He wanted nothing more than to fuck him into the mattress, as hard as he could. But he didn’t. They had all night and he wanted to make it last, wanted to make sure Chuck never ever forgot him.
Pinning Chuck’s hands to the bed, he began to kiss and lick his way down his throat, nibbling slightly at his adam’s apple before venturing lower, teasing his nipples and making him groan loudly and arch up off the bed. It was the best sound Casey had ever heard him make, and he wanted to hear more of it.
Holding Chuck’s wrists in one hand, he licked the other and reached down between them, gripping on tight to Chuck’s rock hard cock and began to slowly stroke him, teasing him until he was a blabbering mess.
“Casey,” he panted.
“Bartowski?” Casey asked him, looking up from the love bite he’d just left on his collarbone.
“Can we stop with the teasing and get on with it already?”
Casey smiled and reached up to kiss him, releasing his wrists, letting his trace his hands down his until he was gripping at his ass tight. When he pulled back, still smiling he caught Chuck’s lower lip between his teeth, allowing it to slip free slowly.
“On one condition,” he said.
Chuck nodded, “Sure. Anything.”
“Call me John.”
Chuck froze for a second before nodding again, “John,” he panted, sending shivers all the way down Casey’s spine.
Planting a gentle kiss on Chuck’s lips, he jumped off of him and went over to one of the already packed boxes by the window. Rummaging inside it took him a few moments before he found what he was looking for. When he turned back to Chuck, he felt like his breath was being pulled from him. Chuck was lying there, leaning on his elbows, watching him and the light coming in from the courtyard outside shining on his skin making him look like the most delicate being on this earth.
“What?” Chuck asked, wondering why he was being stared at like that.
Casey shook his head, breaking the trance, “No, nothing,” he said as he made his way back over to him, slowly crawling up his body like a big cat.
Chuck smiled coyly, wrapping his arms around his shoulders as he settled over him once more and pushed himself up for another kiss. Except this time, instead of being brutal and full of so much need, it was slow and gentle, startling them both slightly.
Casey then pulled back to sit on his heels, handing the condom to Chuck. Taking the hint, Chuck pushed himself up to sit, tore the wrapper open and slowly but surely, slipped it onto Casey. As he secured it, Casey leaned down and kissed him once more before allowing him to fall back onto the bed and watch as Casey slicked himself up. Then before he knew what was happening, Casey had thrown his leg over his shoulder and was pushing his fingers into him.
“Oh God!” Chuck panted, making Casey smile proudly to himself.
He alternated between watching Chuck’s face and the emotions that spread across them and watching as his hand moved in and out of Chuck’s ass. He didn’t know which one he wanted to watch more and it was driving him crazy. Luckily, he soon had that decision made for him.
“John, so help me God if you don’t fuck me now…”
“What?” Casey asked, holding still, “What will you Chuck?” he added as he slowly pushed his fingers in deep to rub off that special little bundle of nerves.
Chuck yelled out in pleasure, his body pushing up off the bed and panting hard before he spoke again, “I’ll… I’ll get very annoyed.”
Casey couldn’t help but laugh at that, but with that kind of logic, he wasn’t one to argue. Pulling his hand free, but keeping Chuck’s leg hooked over his shoulder, he leaned down until their faces were mere inches apart - who knew Chuck was so bendy - and then, slowly, not breaking their gaze, he pushed into him.
Both mean groaned loudly, both of them enjoying the feel of being connected with the other more than they thought was possible. At first Casey held still, not only allowing Chuck the chance to relax his body and get used to the feel of him, but to allow him to get used to the feeling of being inside Chuck, something that he had wanted to do from the moment he set eyes on him two years ago.
But then, Casey began to move, pulling his hips out slowly and pushing back in as gently as he could, causing Chuck to gasp softly, his head thrown back in euphoria as he clung to Casey.
Casey leaned down and kissed him, forcing himself in deeper, making Chuck’s body twitch as he brushed his cock against his prostate and then he was pulling back again and thrusting in once more, quicker than before. There was no holding back then. Casey gripped onto Chuck’s leg with one hand, pushed himself up with the other and began to piston into him.
Chuck dug the heel of his forgotten leg into the mattress, pushing back down onto Casey’s cock with as much force as he could muster.
As they moved, their bodied writhing against each other, a fine sheen of sweat began to build up on their skin, making it impossible for Casey to carry on holding onto Chuck’s leg. Not that Chuck minded. With his leg free, he was able to push down onto Casey even harder while wrapping both his hands around his back and pulling him as close to him as possible.
Now that he wasn’t holding onto Chuck’s leg, Casey decided to hold onto his cock instead, stroking him hard and trying to get him off as quick as possible. Chuck’s entire body practically sprung off the bed as he felt Casey’s hand around him. With his cock up his ass, pummelling into him, his entire body was like a finely coiled spring, more sensitive to touch now than it had been ten minutes ago.
Casey marvelled in the way in which Chuck moved against him. It was as if he was born to be fucked by him. Their bodies fit perfectly together, moved perfectly together and as he watched Chuck spill his seed all over his own stomach, he chastised himself from not doing this sooner, for waiting so long as he knew it wouldn’t be enough, that he would need more.
Once Chuck’s body had stopped writhing in pleasure, he fell back against the bed and stared up at Casey, watching him as he moved, his thrusts becoming erratic and wild until he finally pushed in one last time and let his orgasm wash over him.
As he collapsed to the side of Chuck, he waited for a few moments before pulling off the condom and throwing it in the direction of his trashcan and grabbed his underwear off the floor and turned to Chuck to clean him up. Chuck lay there, panting and watching closely as Casey gently swept the material over his stomach, throwing it to the floor when he was finished.
Chuck reached over, cupping Casey’s face and pulled him into a slow, lazy kiss, happy when he felt Casey roll on top of him again.
“Is this it?” Chuck asked him when they pulled apart, “Will I…”
“Shh,” Casey said with a slight shake of his head, “You will. I promise.”
Chuck smiled again and once more, Casey was unable to resist, allowing Chuck to pull him down into another, deep, loving kiss.
THE END