Oh God, what was he doing? All those times he berated Walker, and now here he was drowning in a kiss with the asset. Yet he still parted his lips and met Chuck's curious tongue.
Chuck audibly moaned and moved his slender frame to get more contact without unlocking their mouths. He settled on top of Casey's lap, hands holding on to either side of his face like he was scared Casey would buck him off. But Casey wasn't going anywhere and at the angle Chuck was able to get deeper. The making out was hard and desperate, Casey figured it was because Chuck had been out the game for so long but he was finding himself matching Chuck's fervor.
Chuck bit down on Casey's lip releasing a gravelly throat rumble, which struck right up Chuck's crotch. He ground down into Casey's lap and they both released a gratified groan. Casey untucked the back of Chuck's shirt and dragging his strong fingers up the perfect skin. Chuck arched to the touch throwing his head back and Casey used it to pull him in and bite down hard on that exposed neck. Chuck held onto the agent's head panting as the well-executed tongue soothed the reddening mark. Chuck's free hand skirted down the back of Casey's hairline dipping under the collar to gently stroke the base of his neck.
Casey's eyes fluttered shut at the strangely intimate and delicate touch on the back of his neck. It was too intimate, it was too much. Casey pushed him back and ripped Chuck's shirt open. The dramatic aggression successfully distracted Chuck's tender touches.
Casey had a firm handle on Chuck's buttocks and stood up. Chuck wrapped his legs around Casey's legs, biting his ear as Casey tried to walk them. He faltered when Chuck ground into him again but they eventually managed to make it to the bedroom.
Casey threw him down on the bed. Chuck mewling at the loss of contact. Casey walked round to stand at the foot of the bed and Chuck started to crawl towards him.
"No." Barked Casey. He watched Chuck sit back on his knees, breathing still aggressive and irregular. Eyes wide and blown and lips puffed red and panting. Casey raked his eyes over the disheveled wild hair down to the protrusion threatening the seams of Chuck's trousers. All we wanted to do was touch. But he couldn't. "Touch yourself."
"I'd rather touch you." Grinned Chuck trying to crawl forward again. But Casey pushed him back hard, Chuck landed with a thump on the mattress, he propped himself up on his elbows. Casey's face was firm almost...angry? Frustrated? Chuck couldn't quite assess it.
Casey gripped the frame of the bed end, the ferocity of the stare was still making Chuck's cock twitch but all his confidence had drained. He took off his ripped shirt unsure if he could go through with it and his hands refused any further action.
"Why suddenly so coy, Bartowski?" Snarled Casey, impatience and frustration building.
"Well, it's not like this is a common practice." Huffed Chuck annoyed at the lack of sympathy."
Casey sneered. "Isn't it?"
"Huh?"
He waited for Chuck to pick up on the obvious, but his throbbing dick wasn't interested in waiting that long. "I'm your handler, moron. You're under my constant observation." He said raising an eyebrow to express his point.
Chuck's mouth fell open when he finally caught on. "What the hell Casey! You bugged my room?! You've watched me... Oh God…Is nothing sacred?! You've seen me… Oh god."
"Yes," Casey interrupted the babbling and darkly cooed, "but now I need the live performance."
Chuck couldn't help it, he knew he should be disgusted at the complete invasion of privacy, but knowing Casey had seen him, watched him through his orgasms was draining all rational thought from his head. He had to undo his trousers the pain was insufferable.
Casey's eyes flashed watching the latch flick open and the zip slide down.
Chuck released a sigh at the relief, his fingernails up his thighs, his cock pulsing for contact. He watched Casey follow his movements and that animosity in his gaze washed any self-doubts Chuck had and a smile crept onto his face, time for delicious payback. "You liked what you saw huh?"
Casey growled eyes fixed on the travelling hands.
"How many times have you watched me, John?" He annunciated the rare use of the first name slowly and he watched Casey's jaw tense.
Chuck shimmied out of his jeans and his undershirt, now just in his boxers, he knelt a little closer to the end of the bed.
He let Casey's eyes rake over his chest and down the downy dusting of hair from his belly button to below his waistline. Once he saw Casey hone in on his aching boner Chuck palmed it. Casey gulped.
"Did you join in?" Casey didn't reply. "Huh, John?" His voice was barely a whisper now as the leisurely palming became more forceful. "Did you follow my pace, did you imagine it was my hand?" Chuck sunk his right hand into his boxers and grabbed his weeping length. He hissed at the contact his eyes rolled back and his left hand grabbed onto Casey's still gripping the frame.
Casey didn't slap him away but Chuck would feel how tense he was. Chuck tried to tempt him out of whatever was stopping the agent from touching him. He locked eyes with him before making slow lazy tugs. Casey couldn't choose where to fix his gaze, the dark eyes staring at him or the gentle movement under a thin layer of cloth.
Chuck helped him decide. He pulled himself out of his shorts and they pooled at his knees. Casey bit his lip to stop a very unprofessional whimper escaping.
Chuck let him drink in his length before executing his well-practiced method, a first few sweeps before sliding his thumb over his slit, he was covered in pre-cum and the slick helped guide his hand over the shaft. His other hand was still holding Casey's white knuckles; Chuck started drawing circles on the tough skin with his thumb. Chuck was completely breathless his voice coming out gravelly and shallow. "Did I make you cum?"
Casey shivered hearing such vulgarity coming from such a cute face. His senses were heightened, remembering every syllable, feeling every sweet tickle of his thumb that he should be stopping.
Chuck quickened his pace, his other arm daring to leave Casey's wrist and snake up his arm. "Did you cum over your equipment."
Chuck was leaning in closer to him. Casey couldn't help shift and roll his hips into the frame gaining some sweet friction for a far too quick second. "Did you cum saying my name?"
His mouth was so close to his. Chuck's voice was breaking, he was close but he was still demanding. "Answer me John."
Casey could only nod. Chuck's hand was now right against the back of his neck. He shouldn't be allowing this contact.
Chuck was moaning. His hand flying in uneven rapid thrusts. "I'm glad you watched John." Another panted groan. "Because you were the one I was thinking about." Casey's eyes widened at what he just heard but before he could process it, Chuck arched, eyes clenched somehow managing to hang on to Casey's neck as he bent backwards. All Casey could do was watch the show. The final shaking thrust as white shot from him, the sheen of sweat shining on his chest, the deep indulgent breaths and the unwillingness to open his eyes again but to just keep riding it out, before his muscles gave in completely and his hold on Casey relaxed letting him slip back to the bed.
Casey waited till he saw the kid's eyes feather back open, struggling to focus on anything, before throwing him a towel and walking to the bathroom. "Go home Chuck." The bathroom door clicked shut leaving Chuck alone.
