[Chuck] It Takes Two (Plus One)
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dracoqueen22Title: It Takes Two (Plus One)
Universe: Chuck
Characters: Chuck Bartowski/John Casey/Sarah Walker
Rated: T
Description: Chuck has no idea what he’s gotten himself into, and at this point, he’s too flustered to ask.
“W-What are you doing?”
The stammered question is the first thing past Chuck’s lips as Casey pulls away from him. The fact that his eyes widen and his cheeks darken into a full-blown blush is secondary.
“It’s called a kiss, dumbass.” Casey looks back at him and chuffs.
It’s not quite his sarcastic, I hate you, chuff. It’s a chuff Chuck isn’t sure he’s heard before, and he’s not sure he’s brave enough to label it... affectionate.
“I know what it is,” Chuck shoots back, a squirm in his belly that’s too much like embarrassment for his comfort. “I want to know why you’re doing it.”
Casey’s lips curve in that devastating, taunting smirk he’s known to employ. “I know it’s been awhile, Chuck.” He always says Chuck’s name like it’s a statement. “But surely you know why one person wants to kiss another.”
Stupid. He always feels so stupid around Casey.
His fingers tangle together. “Yes, but you’re you, and I’m me, and--”
Casey curves his hands around Chuck’s face, warm and calloused and a bit rough. Does he not know what lotion is?
No. Secondary question. The primary question is... is…
“--and you want to kiss me again, don’t you?” Chuck asks, swallowing thickly. His lips tingle, his heart pounding far too fast in his chest.
He never knew Casey could be gentle.
“Was planning on it, yeah,” Casey says, still with that half-smirk. “You got a problem with that?”
“I... should?” Chuck says, and he laughs. Nervously. Like he always does.
Casey chuckles in return, that dark, rolling rumble that Chuck’s never sure if it’s amusement or not. “But you don’t.”
“B-but I... oh god...” Casey leans in close, close enough for the anticipation to set the tips of Chuck’s ears aflame. “... I don’t,” Chuck confirms.
Casey exhales over his lips. Warm. Wet. And then he brushes their lips together, a softness Chuck never knew Casey could manage.
He doesn’t moan, thank god, but it’s a near thing. His fingers curl. His heart throbs.
Casey smells of gunpowder, aftershave, and beneath it all, nicotine. His lips are rough and chapped. Maybe he thinks Chapstick is as bad as lotion, who knows.
Chuck shivers as the kiss firms. As Casey’s fingers tickle behind his ears.
It’s weirdly sweet, and Chuck sighs into the kiss, only to startle as the tip of Casey’s tongue touches his lips.
John, he thinks briefly. If Casey’s going to kiss me, maybe I should start calling him by his name.
He shapes the name at the back of his mind, and subconsciously, scurries away from it.
Or maybe not.
Casey chuckles. “You’re so skittish.”
“I’m.. um... I’m sorry.” Chuck feels the heat in his cheeks all over again. Damn it.
“Don’t be.” Casey cocks his head. “I kind of like it now.”
He would.
“Oh.” Chuck laughs, and knows it’s got that nervous edge to it. “But... w-what about Sarah? I mean we kinda have this thing going on, and I know it’s fake, but it’s also not and--”
“Don’t worry about her,” Casey says and his lips curl into that half-grin, half-smirk. Chuck’s belly flip-flops. “She’ll join us soon enough.”
Chuck’s knees wobble.
Dear god, what kind of mess has Chuck gotten himself into now. Can he blame this on Bryce, too?
Of course he can. And he’s going to.
Just as soon as Casey’s done kissing him, which for his part, Chuck hopes isn’t any time soon.
***
Universe: Chuck
Characters: Chuck Bartowski/John Casey/Sarah Walker
Rated: T
Description: Chuck has no idea what he’s gotten himself into, and at this point, he’s too flustered to ask.
“W-What are you doing?”
The stammered question is the first thing past Chuck’s lips as Casey pulls away from him. The fact that his eyes widen and his cheeks darken into a full-blown blush is secondary.
“It’s called a kiss, dumbass.” Casey looks back at him and chuffs.
It’s not quite his sarcastic, I hate you, chuff. It’s a chuff Chuck isn’t sure he’s heard before, and he’s not sure he’s brave enough to label it... affectionate.
“I know what it is,” Chuck shoots back, a squirm in his belly that’s too much like embarrassment for his comfort. “I want to know why you’re doing it.”
Casey’s lips curve in that devastating, taunting smirk he’s known to employ. “I know it’s been awhile, Chuck.” He always says Chuck’s name like it’s a statement. “But surely you know why one person wants to kiss another.”
Stupid. He always feels so stupid around Casey.
His fingers tangle together. “Yes, but you’re you, and I’m me, and--”
Casey curves his hands around Chuck’s face, warm and calloused and a bit rough. Does he not know what lotion is?
No. Secondary question. The primary question is... is…
“--and you want to kiss me again, don’t you?” Chuck asks, swallowing thickly. His lips tingle, his heart pounding far too fast in his chest.
He never knew Casey could be gentle.
“Was planning on it, yeah,” Casey says, still with that half-smirk. “You got a problem with that?”
“I... should?” Chuck says, and he laughs. Nervously. Like he always does.
Casey chuckles in return, that dark, rolling rumble that Chuck’s never sure if it’s amusement or not. “But you don’t.”
“B-but I... oh god...” Casey leans in close, close enough for the anticipation to set the tips of Chuck’s ears aflame. “... I don’t,” Chuck confirms.
Casey exhales over his lips. Warm. Wet. And then he brushes their lips together, a softness Chuck never knew Casey could manage.
He doesn’t moan, thank god, but it’s a near thing. His fingers curl. His heart throbs.
Casey smells of gunpowder, aftershave, and beneath it all, nicotine. His lips are rough and chapped. Maybe he thinks Chapstick is as bad as lotion, who knows.
Chuck shivers as the kiss firms. As Casey’s fingers tickle behind his ears.
It’s weirdly sweet, and Chuck sighs into the kiss, only to startle as the tip of Casey’s tongue touches his lips.
John, he thinks briefly. If Casey’s going to kiss me, maybe I should start calling him by his name.
He shapes the name at the back of his mind, and subconsciously, scurries away from it.
Or maybe not.
Casey chuckles. “You’re so skittish.”
“I’m.. um... I’m sorry.” Chuck feels the heat in his cheeks all over again. Damn it.
“Don’t be.” Casey cocks his head. “I kind of like it now.”
He would.
“Oh.” Chuck laughs, and knows it’s got that nervous edge to it. “But... w-what about Sarah? I mean we kinda have this thing going on, and I know it’s fake, but it’s also not and--”
“Don’t worry about her,” Casey says and his lips curl into that half-grin, half-smirk. Chuck’s belly flip-flops. “She’ll join us soon enough.”
Chuck’s knees wobble.
Dear god, what kind of mess has Chuck gotten himself into now. Can he blame this on Bryce, too?
Of course he can. And he’s going to.
Just as soon as Casey’s done kissing him, which for his part, Chuck hopes isn’t any time soon.
