"Wow. Just…wow." Chuck barely had the energy to lift his head, how was he supposed to go back and pretend to work?
Chuck looked up at the man holding him, Casey was already settling back into his cold apathetic expression. Chuck ignored it and let the lazy trails he was drawing on Casey's chest wander down to his hard on. But as he neared, Casey grabbed his wrist jerking him away.
"No. Not yet." Chuck offered a confused look, like a scolded puppy but Casey just helped them up on Chuck's unsteady feet and unlocked the cubical door. He pushed Chuck out the stall. "You go out first." Chuck nodded still dazed but once again hurt at the rejection, he tried to walk out as nonchalant as possible.
He meandered back to his desk. Purposely not looking at the bathroom door to see when the other would emerge. Casey was playing this game with him, he wasn't sure of the end result but he was better than this. Chuck paused, or was he? A smile crept in. Maybe two could play this seduction game.
Chuck had no idea how to seduce someone wordlessly. His head ran through film reels of femme fatales getting their man, would that work? Definitely not. But he didn't have a better idea so why not. He watched Casey dredge round the shop trying to find something to occupy his boredom.
Chuck stalked him down the aisles waiting till he was in position and sure Casey would be looking his way. Bing. Chuck dropped his pen. He turned, slowly bending down at the waist to pick it up, giving Casey an eyeful of his rear.
"How the-" Immediately Chuck realised trying to get something off the floor without bending your knees is harder than it looks and he was not as flexible as he thought. But on the second grab, he thankfully picked up the pen.
He slowly rose back up curving his back as he did before walking off. But he couldn't help a look sly sultry look-back. Casey definitely saw the performance, and Chuck was sure his arms were clasped together a little tighter than usual. 'Holy hell. Did it actually work?' Chuck had to stop himself from snort laughing.
"Sarah!" Sarah was standing right in front of him, he'd leapt back 10 feet in surprise and was sure he heard a deep cackle from behind him but didn't bother to check.
"I mean hi, Sarah." He composed himself as she leant forward and kissed him on the cheek with her usual professional coldness.
She took his hand, head leaning on his shoulder as she walked him back to the Nerd Herd. "We've got a mission, after your shift meet us at Casey's for the briefing."
He nodded, "Gotcha boss."
Sarah saw Morgan approaching. "Ok, see you tonight," She whispered but pronounced enough for Morgan to pick up. "I've got a surprise for you." She leant in and planted a full kiss. She timed it sufficiently before pulling away, coyly waving as she headed back to Wienerlicious.
"Oh. My. God."
Chuck spun in his chair ready to receive the usual heroic but occasionally verging on sexist remarks about his 'catch.'
"What do you mean you don't like Sarah anymore."
Chuck's eyes widened at the sudden accusation. He wasn't ready and denial spluttered out too fast.
"Wha-whoa-what are you talking about, I didn't say anything. Don't hah don't be ridiculous."
He excused himself away from the situation as fast as he could and found his escape in the darkened entertainment room. He heard the door click and sat up hopefully.
"Casey?"
"Nope, still me." Morgan threw himself down on the sofa next to Chuck. "You wanna talk about it bud?"
He desperately did, more than anything. He couldn't make sense of all it all crowded in his head and talking to someone always made things so much more coherent. But how could he without explaining the intersect and the covers.
Chuck sighed defeated. "Nothing to talk about." He smiled as convincingly as he could. "Sarah and I are just fine."
"Yeah I know I can see that 'just fine' describes the relationship between like, I dunno, me and Big Mike. He knows I do jack around here but he still pays me. We work well together. Professional. Just fine."
Chuck raised an eyebrow trying to find the point.
"The spark is gone Chucky."
Chuck glanced away.
"And I know where it's gone."
Chuck snapped back to him.
"Chuck, I'm your best friend you think I'm not gonna notice when you keep throwing your goo-goo eyes at the mountain in a green shirt. And then your whole Basic Instinct scene? What was that about?"
Chuck buried his face in his hands lying back and groaning. Morgan gave him a moment as Chuck made his decision.
"Oh thank God Morgan, I really needed to talk to someone."
"Lay it on me buddy I'm all ears."
When Chuck started and he couldn't stop, it streamed out of him, each sentence lightening him. Naturally, he had to cover some spy holes but he tried to keep it as close to the truth as he could. He expelled and confirmed his situation with Sarah, explaining the realisation that it was never going to progress to a future and now he knew he didn't want it to either. He proceeded in his analysis of Casey, someone he had dismissed his feelings for as admiration, but now realising, as cheesy as it sounded, it went so much deeper. The dance just highlighted how good they were together, complimentary opposites. And now he couldn't get the man out of his head.
Morgan listened enthralled at the roller coaster. Chuck tried to think of a way to explain Casey's background and his actual role to the asset. "I keep telling myself it was only lust to him, a need he has which he satisfies and then leaves. But I don't want to believe it, I think he's protecting me from something but I don't know what."
"Chucky you fall hard and you fall fast. Some people like the walking emotional dead have to take time to see what you do. It doesn't mean he doesn't feel the same, maybe he just can't express it."
"I don't know Morgan. Let's just say the guy has a history of-" 'Being a cold blooded killer? A workacholic completely disconecet from normal society by choice? Jeeze how do I say it?'
"Hitting it and quitting it?" Offered Morgan in the thoughtful silence.
Chuck chuckled, "Yeah exactly."
There was a long pause, Morgan looking deep in thought before finally blurting.
"Does that mean I have your blessing with Sarah?!"
Chuck couldn't help the grin. "Yeah, I'm still gonna have to say no to that buddy."
"Fair enough. But seriously man what are you gonna do?"
Chuck sighed deeply letting his head fall back. "No idea."
"Well first, and I can't believe I'm saying this but you've got to break up with Sarah. For some unfathomable reason, you're not into her so this is just stringing her along. Then you gotta tell Casey how you feel."
"I don't think that's such a good idea. It's just complicated you know. Besides every time I try to really talk with Casey he runs off or…distracts me."
"Don't need all the deets man. I get it. But you're gonna have to man up and talk about your feelings with him. Otherwise, this is going to be an emotional never-ending turmoil of wild sex and cold shoulders."
He smiled at his friend, since this whole intersect thing started he had been neglecting the best relationship he had in his life, he missed their talks, their easiness to be completely comfortable around each other. He missed their non-judgemental honesty. And Morgan was right, he wasn't like Casey, he can't bottle this mix of emotions he needed some sort of clarity or boundary or definition, anything.
Chuck had come to a decision. He would tell Casey how he felt. Talking with Morgan helped him organise his thoughts. Casey wasn't happy and it was his fault so he had to cut that tie. Casey was struggling with some sort of conflict and he would not be responsible for ruining the life Casey had built. Chuck couldn't offer anything close to what the government does and the recognition of keeping your country safe. The world deserved the soldier more than he ever would.
Even though Chuck couldn't bring himself to think of a future without Casey.
/Hello all you beautiful readers, this story is getting way out of hand, it was supposed to just be the damn tango. But I've surrendered to it, so the story will be continuing in the sequel 'Chuck Verses The Cruise.'
