He walks into the Buy More the next morning groggy and a little cranky. He didn't get much sleep the night before, kept waking up thinking (hoping) the window opened. What sleep he did get was filled with a certain muscular agent and the shower did nothing to satisfy him. The second he's in the doors of the Buy More Morgan is there next to him, arms folded and a slightly hurt look on his face.
"What?" He asks more than a little harsh, but he doesn't care. He just wants to zone into work and try to keep his mind off the agent.
"Easy there, figured you'd be in a good mood with the night you had. You were in his apartment for quite a while." Morgan replies with an easy grin that Chuck wants to smack off him. He usually doesn't feel this aggressive, but the male agent is a damned tease.
"You're becoming more and more like Jeff and Lester." He says as he brushes past him to get to the desk.
"So, who was on top? Oh who am I kidding, definitely him" Morgan asks, completely ignoring his previous statement.
He looks over today's installs and tries to ignore ramble of questions his friend is asking. Was he rough, did he kiss you, treat you like a lady, what did you have for dinner, did it taste good, did he taste good? Chuck just rolls his eyes and he's glad when Big Mike walks out on the floor, yelling at Morgan to get a move on.
About a half hour later his stomach starts growling, he rushed out without having breakfast. He's debating going to the vending machine when Casey walks in, white container in his hands. He's smiling at him as he walks to the desk and he sees Lester and Jeff with a camera.
"Hey, thought you might want breakfast." He says as he puts the Styrofoam container in front of him. It smells delicious. His heart flutters when the agent leans in to give him a quick kiss with just a little tongue. Chuck's mouth tries to chase his, but the moment is passed.
"Thanks." He says, mood improving greatly, even if Casey is still wearing nearly skin tight clothes. This new cover story is so much worse than before. Why couldn't they just be two average people so they could actually date?
Who was he kidding? The agent would never choose to be with a guy like him. He opens the container and hums with contentment. He got him a breakfast wrap, looks like it has bacon and sausage, yum. He wastes no time digging in and he moans when the flavor hits his mouth.
"I figured you'd like sausage." He's leaning against the counter, watching him eat with a smirk. Chuck glares at him for a reply. Casey steals a bite of the other half and makes a point to lick the remnants of his thumb, slowly, because he's a tease.
"I better get to work." Chuck is not ashamed to watch him walk away, beside he can do that now their 'dating'. He's able to take two more bites before Lester and Jeff hone in on him.
"So..." Lester says and he does his weird hair flip thing. He always wonders if those two were actually a couple, might as well be with how much time they spend together.
"You ditched the saucy blonde and hopped on the sausage train." Though he's expecting a comment like that he still chokes on his food a little.
"Bet it's a big sausage." Jeff comments with his usual hazed look. That guy really needed to stop sleeping in his van... and inhaling chloroform.
"So did he dominate you Chuck, throw you over his shoulder and take you caveman style." Lester is leaning against the counter as he's looks at the pictures he just took.
"Guys, I have work to do." And he prays to the gods when the phone rings.
The rest of the day goes pretty normal, there's the occasional lewd gesture from Lester but the two leave him be for the most part. He has enough installs to keep him busy and with all the driving around he doesn't have to see the agent. He doesn't know how much he can take before he finally jumps the man.
Then again, doing that could lead to one of two things. The agent jumps him back, that's his biggest hope and fantasy, or Casey asks for a transfer. Well he supposed it could go more than two ways, Casey could 'accidently' kill him, completely reject him then still linger around just to make his life a living hell, or the agent could maim him.
The clock was moving backward or at least seemed that way, and it was so close to the end of the day. Just 10 minutes to freedom, ah close enough. He clocks out and goes to the locker room to grab his stuff. He jumps when he feels someone pressing against his back when he tries to open his locker.
"Come over tonight." He hears the familiar rough voice, but his body still remains tense. It feels way too good having Casey's strong front pressed against him, muscled hands griping his hips tightly to lock him in.
"How about we go out?" He asks after he struggles turns around, Casey still remains close. He really doesn't want to spend another hour trapped in Casey's bedroom, unless it involves real sex.
"I'd rather have you all to myself." Casey responds and he's little surprised when the agent pushes him against the locker, lips assaulting his. He's a little confused as to why he's doing this when he hears a crash near the door. Figures.
He decides to enjoy it anyway, closing his eyes and griping the agent's shoulder tight when teeth nip lightly. He wraps his arms around the older man's neck, deepening the kiss. The agent's hand is up his shirt, nail flicking against his nipple, when Chuck breaks the kiss with a moan. He decides to grind their groins together and he's shocked to hear a rather sexy grunt from Casey.
Chuck whines a little when Casey pulls away and all but drags him out of the Buy More. It gets tense when they're both inside the car. He notices Casey's hands are fisted and he's not sure if its anger or if it has to do with that rather lusty grunt.
Chuck's heart hammers a little when he thinks back to their encounters. The agent almost seemed interested in him, touching him constantly, getting in his personal space, sounds almost jealous when he talks about him getting close to Sarah. Huh, he'd just have to test the theory.
"So, where are we going?" Chuck asks as he drives out of the parking lot.
"My place." He responds, tone just a pinch rough. He sounds angry, but he's hoping it's something else.
"Is this when you finally murder me?" Chuck tries to ask with a jovial voice, but it comes out just a bit nervous.
"You're too valuable, can't kill you. Yet." He says the last part lower, but Chuck still hears it. The rest of the trip back is in silence. He starts walking when he gets out of the car. Casey comes up beside him, close enough for their shoulders to brush together as they walk.
"So, we're not going out?" Chuck asks when they get closer to Casey's apartment.
"You want to go out in your work clothes?"
"Depends on where we're going." He responds. They stop at the agent's door but Casey makes no move to invite him in.
"Meet me back here in a half hour." He says and walks into his apartment closing the door before Chuck can respond.