Time for Morgan to be witness to teh Chasey lurve!
ac-the-brain-supreme does not own Chuck or The Matrix.
Morgan thought he knew everything about his best friend, Chuck. Morgan boasted on that fact, to be truthful. He knew things as useless as what Chuck's favorite sandwich was--tomato, mayonase and turkey breast on toasted rye--to his deepest, darkest secrets, like how he had continually wet his bed until he was twelve years old. It was the same, vice versa. Chuck knew everything about Morgan. It was what came with knowing someone for almost your entire lives.
So, with that known, Morgan climbed up the lattace outside Chuck's window--the Morgan Door--on Saturday night at 12:48 PM. Saturday night was always the day they played Halo online together as "chuckman" and "morganthestrongandincrediblyhandsome". But when Morgan logged in that Saturday night and found Chuck nowhere in the artificial universe, Morgan felt a little worried. Even after he had started dating Sarah, Chuck had always stayed home Saturday night. Or at least get home from his date by eleven. If not, he would call, tell Morgan that he wasn't going to be able to play that night. The first thing Morgan did, after playing for some time in a pathetic search that lasted about fifteen minutes, was call Chuck.
"Sorry Morgan" Chuck said when he answered his phone. "I should've told you th..." There was a pause and what seemed to be a squeak on the other end of the phone. "Sorry. I'll call you later."
Morgan waited two hours before deciding that it was later than later and that he needed to use his super-Morgan-sneaking-powers.
Morgan noticed that Chuck's bedroom was dark while he climbed up the lattace. And not only that, but it was closed. He thougt momentarily that Chuck wasn't home, but Morgan discarded the thought when he saw a dim blue, flickering light. Chuck's computer was on and if Chuck's computer was on it meant that he was home. Morgan grasped the ledge of the window, thoughts running through his head. What would make Chuck busy enough to not want to play video games, but still keep him home? Before he looked through the window, Morgan came to a happy conclusion. He smiled to himself. Chuck was getting it! He had finally bagged Sarah and was doing her right now and--
And Morgan looked in and felt his mind implode.
Even in the dim light, Morgan could make out the form of his best friend, the man he had known since they wore diapers, naked and face-down on his mattress, moving back-and-forth with the movements of another man, whose front was to Chuck's backend. Morgan squinted a little and saw that the man was actually Casey and that he was holding onto Chuck's hip and...
Morgan could imagine his eyes bleeding at this moment. But if they were, he wouldn't be able to see what was happening now. What a miracle that would be: to look away or not see Chuck get ass-fucked. Morgan wondered if Chuck was being raped. That had to be the only explanation. Yeah. Casey was some perverted homo who snuck into Chuck's room and threatened to kill him if he didn't play along. That had to be the only explanation. Well, not the only explanation, becaus the other one was that Chuck was a hapy fag and actually liked the idea of having another guy's stick shoved up his rectum.
Finally, they stopped moving. Chuck fell prone onto the mattress, Casey no longer holding onto his hips to keep him up. Casey, too, fell onto the mattress, next to Chuck. Thirty long, boring seconds passed before either one of them moved. It was Casey who did. He leaned up, using one shaky arm to hold him up, the other stroaking Chuck's hair. Chuck's hand sat on Casey's cheek, thumb moving a little along the finely shaven cheek. Casey leaned down, Chuck's hand moving so that it was holding onto the back of Casey's neck. Casey hovered a little above Chuck's nose, then leaned down completely, engaging in a deep, tonguey kiss.
Morgan somehow found a way to tear himself away. No way. No way. No fuckin', fuckin' way was this real. This was a video-game induced dream. A nightmare. The Matrix was real and he's like Neo and these are computers messing with his mind to make him turn from all that was good and go down the path of evil and Smith and Agents and...
He needed to get down from here. Morgan looked down, slowly climbing down from the window until he was about three feet from the ground, when he jumped and landed on his feet. Morgan looked back up at the window before running away, the image of Chuck and Casey burned eternally into his mind.
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