Carmichael met their lips showing his tutor what he'd be capable of in the field. A violent harsh kiss to start, a no ask just storm force, tongue devouring every inch before it sweetened. Slowed. The tongue softened and traced the lips before retreating, he brushed against the other once more then waited, tempting the other to follow and close the gap again. In that second of daring wait, before Casey could respond, Carmichael vanished and Chuck realised what he had just done and in that panic dropped his partner.

Casey winced, rubbing his head. Chuck's fists flew to his mouth in an empathic gasp. "Ahh, Casey I'm sorry. Are you alright, here let me look."

Casey swatted the kid away and got to his feet.

"Well, your dancing was perhaps a little unorthodox. But impressive."

Chuck's mind was tail-spinning he wasn't even listening. "

For a dork."

Chuck didn't respond to the insult. Casey shrugged and let the kid have his mini freak out while he grabbed a beer. Chuck watched him get his drink; he eyed the face that was etched back to the usual cold indifference. Casey stared back making sure to exert disinterest but his mind was reeling as much as the kid's. He gulped the beer again trying to get the taste out of his mouth. But his tongue was trying to run over his lips to taste any of Chuck left.

Chuck weighed his options. It looked like Casey thought he was just following instructions and playing the part… So perhaps they'd just brush over it, wait, that was the truth wasn't it? It was just part of the tango act? Chuck bit his lip with a worrying thought. Casey watched the teeth sink down into the plump skin.

The silence was itching so Chuck fell into his natural defense; mindlessly talking out of any awkwardness.

"So," He cleared his throat. "I can't imagine you doing the girl part a whole lot…do you, do ya do it often?"

"For the right guy."

"Oh."

Casey internally slapped himself, why did he say that? It was just gonna lead to follow up questions. As if it isn't hard enough to get him to shut his stupid trap now he's giving him more ammo. On the other hand, he mused, something was keeping Chuck here. The lesson was over and he was obviously uncomfortable with the kiss so why was he still here?

"Sooo," Chuck pointed to a beer and Casey threw him one and Chuck settled on the sofa. "What's the right guy then? Like big? I mean he'd have to be huge right?"

Casey stared at the back of thick brown curls getting comfortable on his sofa, before finally sitting down next to him.

Chuck was still talking. "Like a terminator type?" There was a pause before he choked on his beer in laughter.

Casey eyed him. "What."

"Oh man, I just pictured you and Arnie going out for a dinner date. I dunno it just looked so ridiculous."

Casey couldn't help but release a little smile, he could see the image too and the brat was right, hardly inconspicuous let alone romantic. His smile threw him. Casey paused; he was getting into dangerous territory here, time to close it down.

"'My men' are the type that I've been ordered to seduce, just like any other op."

"Oh...so strictly business."

Casey grunted in response. Staring ahead ignoring the earnest face peering at him.

"So you're not..."

Casey didn't answer and let the question hang in the air.

"Well. I mean technically...I'm your business now."

Casey couldn't resist turning to look at that statement. "Yeah, so?"

"So...am I your type?"

Casey looked him up and down suddenly Chuck felt under scrutiny, realizing he really, really wanted to know the answer.

"No."

"Oh."

"You were 10 minutes ago before you started flapping that damn mouth of yours."

Chuck raised his eyebrows unbelieving, "What really? Agent Charles Carmichael would have a shot with you? Wow."

"No not Carmichael. Chuck. A Chuck that was sure of himself."

Chuck blinked soaking the words in. This hypothetical just became a possibility. Chuck took the beer out of Casey's hand and put in on the coffee table. Casey frowned about to question it when Chuck pulled him into a silencing kiss.