Casey woke stretching in the unusual warmth of his bed as something tickled his face. His eyes snapped open, he was blinded for a second by a brown haze, he pulled his head away to see his asset stretched out beside him. Casey's head hit back on the pillow remembering last night. He involuntarily shivered.
He tilted to look at Chuck, he watched the rise and fall of his breathing. This was a terrible idea. This would be the end of his career, everything he had built himself up to be. But right now with the soft morning sunlight illuminating the curve of Chuck's back, he just didn't have it in him to care.
He tickled his fingers down the spine, he heard Chuck, still asleep, mutter a warm encouraging rumble. His fingers softly traced up and down his back. What was it about him that was so intoxicating? He was so sure yesterday he could resist him but now he just wanted more. Chuck stretched into the touch. Casey pondered on how long it had been since someone had shared his bed, someone that he wasn't just fucking for the itch or just sleeping with on orders. Yet here Chuck was, pressing into him, demanding his place in the bed. Casey smiled; he was well and truly fucked.
He stopped his administrations in thought. But Chuck moaned obtusely. Hand reaching behind him searching for Casey's, when he found it he pulled it onto his back waiting for Casey to keep petting him. Casey held in a laugh as Chuck sighed contentedly when he continued. But Casey caught glimpse of the time and dragged his nails down the very sensitive spine to wake him, Chuck shivered groaning and arching away from the touch.
"It's 8.15, get up."
"Good morning to you too." Chuck rolled over into Casey staring up at him with sleepy warm eyes. "How are you-wait 8.15?! His eyes snapped suddenly completely awake. "Oh shit, we're gonna be late come on!"
He languidly and awkwardly rolled over Casey getting twisted in the blanket and bounced off the floor. He shimmied out of the mess and grabbed his white shirt and twirling into it with none of the grace from yesterday's dance. Casey slowly eased himself into sitting and watched the show as the other belted around the room for his socks and trousers.
Casey eventually grabbed his own green shirt and hideous beige trousers and slipped them on. Wondering why this felt so easy. There was no uncomfortableness. Chuck didn't seem to be exhibiting any regret or denial. But then again he hadn't given himself a chance to talk about what happened, not that Casey was complaining, he wouldn't know how to answer anyway.
Chuck looked at his boxers and then his trousers. "Hey, um, John, any chance I could bum a pair?" He pointed to his slightly crispy shorts.
Casey looked at them and a strange grin one that Chuck had never seen before separated his face, which immediately worried him.
"No."
Chuck crinkled his nose. "Ah, man really? I haven't got cooties ya know."
That sinister grin flashed again before his face reset to stoic. "Don't wear any today. Understood."
Chuck's eyes widened slightly it wasn't a question it was an order and he'd be lying if it didn't make his cock twitch. He saluted in answer.
They hurried out the door and jumped into the Queen Vic. Chuck checked the time. "Oh man, oh man, we're so late."
"Since when do you care?" Casey asked treating Chuck to a bit of dialogue.
"It's evaluations today, and you're still on initial probation which means you can be sacked on the spot if Big Mike has a mind to. So Casey please, be on your best behaviour, you know. It's like a five-minute interview you've just got to swallow your pride for five minutes."
Casey grunted. Trust the kid to be worried about him, the job description was the other way round.
They skidded into the Buy More, Morgan covering them as they snuck in like they had always been there. Big Mike was in his office getting through the green shirts one by one. Casey was the last, as the most recently hired and Chuck was on edge till he saw Casey go in.
Chuck tried to spy on the chat but Jeff and Lester captured him.
"So hot date with Blondie last night." Quizzed Lester as they herded him away from Mike's office.
"Wh-what?"
"How was she? Was she flexible? I bet she tastes like vanilla cream." Jeff pronounced too close to his face.
Chuck made a face trying to swallow his vomit. "What are you talking about?"
"Noticed you weren't in this morning, and now you're all smiles and rainbows."
"-And you reek of sex." Added Jeff sniffing his shoulder.
Chuck pushed him off repulsed. "Well ok, guys. How about we keep personal lives to just that yeah." He shooed them off back to work putting on a stern face. He glanced back to the office, Mike was alone. Where was Casey? Oh shit. He scanned round and saw the back of a large green shirt entering the breakroom. He skidded over the nerd heard desk and ran after him.
He ran into the breakroom, thankfully only Casey was in there. He closed the door behind him.
"Well?"
"It's fine Chuck."
"Oh thank God."
"I'm a professional Chuck, I'm not gonna blow my cover job, even if it is completely demeaning and a waste of my skills."
"And you haven't had any….issues with uh Lester and Jeff have you?"
"No, why?"
"Oh, nothing, just something they said." He paused. "They hah, they said I stink of sex."
"You do." Replied Casey not even flinching.
"What? Why didn't you say anything?"
"Well, you were in such a rush to get me here this morning, besides." Casey stepped closer. "I like it."
Casey's eyes flashed dangerously as he got close and Chuck unwillingly backed up against the door.
"But what if they figure it out, it could blow the whole cover with Sarah."
Casey stepped forward again. Chuck kept babbling "And we need to talk about last night. I put you in a position you didn't need to be in." Casey was always amazed at how the kid could switch from emotions so quickly. "I made you chose between your duties and… well anyway, I'm sorry I won't put you in that position again, I know, I know, I'm the asset, nothing more."
Casey didn't answer he just pressed his mouth onto Chuck's neck. Chuck let out a deep sigh, eyes closing. Casey sucked on his neck up to his ear. Biting on it surprisingly gently. Chuck whimpered with relief or pleasure or a mix of both, either way, it was infectious. So Casey grabbed the door handle flinging Chuck forward and walked out. It was gonna be a long day and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
Chuck caught his breath before leaving the breakroom, head still spinning slightly. He knew Casey would have trouble talking about it but they needed to. And at least that was a good sign, thought Chuck hopefully; it meant Casey didn't completely hate him. He scanned the room but couldn't see the agent anywhere. Meanwhile, Mike had moved on to the white shirts and Chuck as the supervisor, would be the last to be interviewed.
Chuck used the time to half look for Casey but mostly to mosey around the store aimlessly replaying what happened the night before. He hadn't really had a chance to process it. He never thought he'd ever have a chance with someone like Casey and his stomach tightened again picturing his beautiful show in the mirror. He found his way to his desk. But how could he ask Casey for anything more, putting him in that position was unethical, damaging. He thought about how hard Casey's life must be, celibate from touch and love for survival. How could he ever ask Casey to abandon everything he has given up for him?
The thoughts began to down him, he took his seat on the spinning chair behind the Nerd Herd desk, twisting it absentmindedly. He saw Mike moving towards the desk and pulled himself out of the depressing spiral. He smiled uneasily. Preparing to get up when he felt his trouser leg catch on something, he looked down under the desk. Casey had a finger to his lip to shush him. Chuck's jaw dropped.
"Casey, what are you doing? What's going on? Who are we hiding from?!"
"No one moron, get back up there."
Chuck pinged up straight. Eyes darting around the store trying to perceive the danger that Casey saw. He couldn't see anyone. Most of the green shirts led by Jeff and Lester had snuck off somewhere to celebrate still being employed. Morgan was at front-of-house trying to sell his number to an uninterested woman.
The store was pretty desolate. What was it that Casey had seen? Then he felt hands creep up his calves. "Ohh...Oh god!" They pressed themselves deep into his thighs. Chuck yelped jumping in his chair, knees bashing against his desk at the sudden realisation of what was happening. He could hear a deep chuckling under the table as he shook his legs trying to swing Casey away from him. But Casey's brute strength pinned down his legs.
Mike approached the desk. "Bartowski! My office now."
The sly hands circled his upper thighs, soft tickling thumbs but strong fingers holding him in place making it clear he wasn't going to be allowed to leave. "Ahhh!. NO! Wait."
Mike turned back. "No?"
"Er I mean, let's have the interview out here, in you know 'my zone.' For uh props and stuff?"
"Hmm you're right Bartowski, I like that. You in your kingdom."
Chuck gave a weak smile in agreement.
"Now as you know son, you're the backbone to this here store. I'm the head and you're the spine. We're the ones that get it done!"
Chuck nodded to whatever nonsense Big Mike was spewing but saw a pair of hands undo his belt and slide down his fly. Chuck tried to casually slap the hands away without drawing suspicion.
Chuck held in an 'eep' as Casey pulled his trousers wide open now realising why he was boxerless.
Mike was still droning on Chuck tried to concentrate but he was basically naked from the waist down and already hard. He cursed himself. Casey hadn't even touched him and he was already hard at just the thought of Casey on his knees. How pathetic.
Casey loved it. He sat on his haunches watching Chuck's cock spring up for him. It was stunning. He blew cool air onto the hard member watching it shiver in excitement.
Chuck let out a little choked scream and tried to pass it off as a cough.
"So you're not under evaluation exactly, I don't want to get rid of you, but that doesn't mean you're invaluable and can take liberties, understood?"
Casey nuzzled in under his cock breathing in the musk. His mouth sucked in one of Chuck's balls feeling it tighten immediately, he rolled it around on his tongue before moving on to the next one.
"HOLY! Ahhhh yes, sir understood, I would never do that."
Big Mike eyed him before continuing.
"So instead I need your insight, we need to make this the best damn Buy More in the state!"
Casey's hand took the base, bending it to his mouth and blowing on the tip before finally taking it in his mouth.
"YES!" Chuck slammed his fist down on the desk eyes clenched. "Yes sir, I agree."
Mike cheered, "YES Bartowski that's the patriotism we need! But how do we get the slacks to share that enthusiasm."
Casey smiled as he worked up and down the length slow and steady one hand sneaking up Chuck's shirt.
"Ahhh!" He felt Casey's hand creep up higher, higher than the level of the deck, he's doing it on purpose, Big Mike will see. Chuck rolled back slightly on his chair and then slammed his stomach into the desk. He heard Casey snicker as he withdrew the injured hand settling back to massaging his thigh. "I dunno sir. They just need motivation." Chuck was finding it increasingly difficult to string together sentences, Casey's mouth was getting faster and deeper and it was just so hot and perfect, all he wanted to do was watch. "I dunno pizza Sunday might encourage more staff to work weekends?"
"Genius. Genius! Bartowski nice job, pizza in the break room." He scratched something into his pad as Casey's other hand started wanking him while he sucked hard on the tip.
Chuck felt freaking faint. He gripped the table panting as Casey's other hand started cupping his balls too. It was too much.
"You ok, Bartowski, you look…tense?" Mike eyed him suspiciously.
"Oh yeah, no fine. Just a bit of a, a, a spastic colon, yeahh. Indian last night, can't trust it."
"Ah true that."
Casey went faster, harder as the manager rounded off his list before finally walking off. When Chuck saw he was safe he snuck a hand under the table. Casey watched it waiting for it to go for the back of his head and push him harder onto his dick, but instead it landed on softly on the side of his face before slowly sliding up and settling in his hair, toying with it. The touch unbalanced Casey for a second, still knocked off guard by these strange intimate touches, he tried to push past it by increasing his pace.
Thumb running up and down along the bottom of his dick, rubbing the ridges and meeting his mouth each time. Chuck was weeping in his mouth he was close.
"Morgan! Oh god..." His hand sprung up from the desk. He was breathless but trying to keep it together.
"What's up buddy?" Morgan hopped up onto the desk.
Chuck yelped and reactively pushed him off with his last ounce of strength, he was losing this battle. Chuck was face first into the desk gripping the side of it trying to control his breathing. Morgan brushed himself off and looked at his friend.
"Woah, what's up man? Rough interview?"
Chuck found Morgan's shirt and gripped it tightly.
"I –ahhh-ahha. I uuh I'm about to come-" Chuck tried to warn Casey so he'd have enough time to get off him. "-go over there and break Lester and Jeff, I can't deal with them today would you do me a solid and just go check on them for me?"
"Uh yeah sure man, are you sure that's-?"
"Yeah, yeah thanks buddy, go." He shoved Morgan away. Morgan looked back at his friend face down again on the desk before shrugging and wandering off.
Not a second too soon, his knuckles were white and painful with a grip almost snapping the desk. He was about to come. He bit onto his arm ready to muffle any screaming when a giant hand tightened at his base stopping him. Chuck wiggled, desperately needing to come but unable to. Casey waited till he felt the moment pass then licked a last stripe up the underside of the painfully weeping cock and tucked him back into his trousers doing them up so it was hidden up in the waistline. Casey crawled out checking the coast was clear before standing up.
Chuck spun in his chair to face the man that was destroying him, unable to find words just throwing him a confused and painful look. Casey smirked and didn't reply he simply licked the remainder of Chuck's pre-cum off his lips. Chuck felt his waistband dig in a throb. Casey walked off without a word.
Chuck tried to stand and on his second attempt his legs weren't as wobbly and he managed to make it to the bathroom. He slid into one of the stalls immediately undoing his trousers. This wasn't an erection that was just going to fade if left unattended, he needed to fix it. The latch opened and his dick sprung out it, was painful to the touch, so desperate to come. He closed his eyes and hissed when he made contact. Trying to be as quiet as he could he palmed himself. Thinking about those talented lips on him seconds ago, the thrill of almost being caught. Hell, the thrill of it just being Casey was enough for him. His pace was hard and fast now. He leant one hand against the wall to support himself over the toilet and he bit down on that arm to stop cries escaping.
"Having trouble?"
Chuck let out a girly scream stumbling backwards into the door trying to protect his dignity. Casey snickered standing on the toilet of the next stall leaning over the top looking into Chuck's.
"Yes, thanks to you." He tried to make it angry was it was just breathy and desperate.
"Well, I wasn't going to let you come while looking at Morgan."
Chuck paused before begrudgingly agreeing. "Yeah, I suppose that would have been weird."
"The only one you're going to come to." Casey propelled over the top landing in front of Chuck. "Is me."
Chuck's eyes were wide and dark again, something about this side of Casey was infuriatingly hot…and addictive. Casey moved Chuck's protective hand away as he knelt down slowly. He took the whole length in. Cupping Chuck's clenched butt. Chuck had a perfect view now, seeing his dick being swallowed by that powerful usually pursed mouth was breath-taking.
Casey hummed as he took it all, knowing the tickling vibration would drive Chuck crazy. But even when the kid was so desperate he still refused to thrust into his mouth. Fucking gentleman. Casey pulled him in gently showing him it was ok. Chuck fell forward gripping onto Casey's shoulders. He gingerly moved his hips forward, a careful thrust, he pulled back slowly but the hand on his arse suddenly pushed him into Casey hard.
Chuck wasn't quick enough to stop a moan echoing in the acoustic bathroom. He couldn't stop, he fucked Casey's willing mouth, his tongue swirling and teasing with each thrust. It was over too quickly. Chuck felt the final build so did Casey. Chuck tried to pull away but Casey's lips clamped down and his hands held him firm. Chuck came, hard. He could feel Casey ease him through it, a tender tongue soothing as he emptied, but his vision was white. He couldn't see anything and as his final vibration ended his muscles gave in. Casey eased him onto his knees. Chuck panting against his chest. They stayed like that for a few moments before Chuck's vision cleared.
