I saw Sweeney Todd over the weekend. Laughed my ass off whenever someone got killed!

I think I need psychiatric help.

Anyway, thanks to all those who read and left a review! Hope you enjoy chapter 2!


The next Monday, at work--Morgan doesn't work on Sundays--things seemed normal. It was a good thing too, because Morgan had spent Saturday night and all of Sunday trying to block what happened on Saturday night at approxamately 12:48 PM. Much to Morgan's displeasure, he had not been able to block it out. Instead, on Sunday morning, after he had woken up, Morgan decided that it was all a dream. A horrible, homoerotic nightmare that included probably the most unlikely couple to have ever been conceived. Yeah, that was it. That was all that was. All it was.

Morgan was leaning against the Nerd Heard counter, popping out of nowhere like he always does. "So, how was Saturday night?" Chuck jumped a little. He was so jumpy nowadays. At least jumpier than normal. Morgan walked around the counter and started to poke Chuck's torso. "You do anything fun with Sarah?"

Chuck laughed nervously, stiffly. "Uh...we're taking it slow" he answered.

One of the other Nerds rolled their eyes and laughed incredulously, smiling at another one. Chuck turned to them and gave them one of his not-very-threatening but still shut-upping look. The other two men smiled perversely at Chuck. The head Nerd looked back at his best friend. Morgan was smiling widely and nodding. "How close are you two?"

"We aren't doing anything, guys. And I would rather not talk about it, okay?" Chuck said with some finality. The other two Nerd Hearders went back to whatever they were doing before. Morgan kept leaning against the counter. His mind had wandered away to the nightmare he had had a few nights ago. The one with Chuck and Casey.

Morgan pondered telling Chuck about it. He decided not to. If he did, than Chuck would probably think that Morgan was the funky home and then he would never hook Morgan up with any of the hot babes that hang out with the hot babe that Chuck was dating.

"Move." The demand was cold, hard, and belonged to the newest and arguably most frightening employee to have ever gotten a job at Buy More. Morgan didn't even turn around to look at Casey. He, like anyone else with half a brain, did what was commanded of him and moved. Casey stepped up to the counter, staring intensely at Chuck. Chuck tried not to look at the fellow Buy More employee. Casey didn't seem deterred from whatever mission had sent him over there. The bigger man leaned in close to Chuck and whispered something that only Chuck could hear. Chuck stopped whatever he was doing and looked around. Casey pulled away and stared at Chuck. The younger nodded and Casey walked away.

"That was weird" someone commented.

"What he say?" one of the Nerds asked Chuck.

Chuck shrugged. "Nothing...nothing important."

The two Nerds accepted this and turned away. Only Morgan noticed that Chuck had a faint blush or that Casey's hand had been sitting on Chuck's the whole time they were talking to each other.

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Morgan climbed through the Morgan Door later that night and landed on his face. He got up quickly, brushing off nonexistant dust from his shirt and pants. He headed for Chuck's door and opened it. "Chuck?" Morgan called out. No answer. "Hey Chuck? You here?" Morgan moved from room to room, discovering that no one but him and a dead mouse was there. So, with a nonchalant shrug, Morgan walked back to Chuck's room, carrying grape soda and some Cheetos.

Morgan lost track of how long he was lying on Chuck's bed, eating the cheesy puffs of goodness and running up the cable bill. He only really noticed what was going on around him after he heard the front door open and close and what seemed like something being thrown against something sturdy. Morgan sat up straight. What was that? Who came in? Where there any numchucks from when the ninja broke Chuck's computer?

Morgan heard a whimper. Morgan jumped up. He knew that whimper! He knew the person who whimpered like that almost every day, lame as that may be. Morgan looked around Chuck's room, unable to see anything there that would help him destroy whatever might be attacking his friend. Morgan discarded the thought of needing a weapon. He could use his own brute strength to save his bestest friend!

Morgan opened the door of Chuck's room and looked around. He heard another Chuck-ish grunt and moved into action. He didn't call out to Chuck, because then the attacker would be informed of another person in the house, and if he/she knew about another person in the house, they would either run away, hide and attack Morgan, or something else Morgan couldn't think of right now. But whatever it was, it probably wasn't all that good.

Morgan snuck down the couple of stairs that seperated the two levels. He leaned forward a little to peer around the corner wall. The way he was standing, Morgan had only one foot on the ground. He was gripping the corner of the wall tightly, head just peeking around the corner. He looked for his friend, and soon found him, but not the way he wanted or imagined seeing Chuck.

When Morgan courageously came down to defend and save his friend, he had expecting something along the lines of a big, burly burglar with muscles bigger than his tiny brain. Ideally, Chuck would be curled in a corner and then Morgan would come running out, using his awesomeness to scare the burglar away and then Chuck would take them out to Taco Bell to celebrate. The good Taco Bell with the cute Russian and the even cuter Oklahoma chick.

Instead, it was the Saturday-night nightmare all over again.

Only this time it was real, proving that the nightmare wasn't really a nightmare.

Chuck was sitting on one of the countertops, holding onto Casey's head, guiding it down his body to the crotch of his pants. Casey was leaving behind a wet trail of kisses and licks that spanned from Chuck's jaw down his exposed front and would continue to his erection. Casey was messing with the button and zipper, smirking against Chuck's warm body. Chuck was gasping from what Casey's tongue was doing. He threw his head back, Casey getting lower and lower and--

Morgan fell over onto his face. It was expected that he would do that. he was arguably the only person more awkward than Chuck. Clumsiness and awkwardness were, if not brother and sister, cousins so close that they could be mistaken for siblings. And at the angle Morgan had been standing, the fall was inevitable.

Morgan looked up with puppy-dog eyes at the two people whom he had just interrupted. Chuck was staring at Morgan with wide eyes of fear. Casey looked ready to kill Morgan. And who would blame him? He was just about to get some head. Morgan would've been pissed off if someone interrupted him when he was just about ready to get some. Course, this wasn't the first time that Casey was going to get some from Chuck.

Before Morgan could blink, Casey was in front of Morgan, holding onto his throat, pressing him against a wall. Casey looked ready to murder him.

Morgan was pretty sure that was what he was planning on doing.


Chapter 2, everybody! Please leave me a little nugget of praise/constructive criticism, please!