[ 10_hurt_comfort: chuck/casey ] [ Love: Casey Watching ]
[ Fandom | Chuck ]
[ Characters | Chuck / Casey ]
[ Rating | PG-13 ]
[ Word Count | 1,256 ]
[ Masterlist | Here ]
[ Summary | The art of Casey Watching is something Chuck is aiming to master. ]
[ Disclaimer | If I were the owner of Chuck, there would have been more Casey and Chuck giving one another smouldering gazes. So nada, I just play in this sandbox. ]
Chuck watched Casey as he prowled around the Buy More with his modified price gun in hand. There was something about the NSA agent that commanded his entire attention. He hadn't realised it but he had been watching his handler move around the store for the better part of ten minutes and unfortunately for him, everyone else behind the Nerd Herd desk had. Jeff and Lester had seemingly appeared out of nowhere by Chuck's shoulders and had followed his gaze towards the green shirt. They silently joined in on the Casey watching, filing away this top secret for a rainy day when they needed to blackmail their fearless leader into doing something.
It was only until Morgan had casually leaned against the counter, wondering why everyone was so fixated towards the appliance section that he realised just how far gone his Buy Morian friends were. "Okay guys, this is just plain creepy. Why are we standing here watching our favourite Mr. Scary over there when that blonde bombshell just walked in? Have you ever seen legs that were that long?" Morgan's magical words had Jeff and Lester's head whipping around so hard towards the entrance that Morgan was worried they might pull something. Chuck, however, seemed to be on another planet and Morgan waved his hand over Chuck's eyes in an attempt to get that glazed look off Chuck's face.
"Earth to my best buddy. Will you receive this transmission coming from a night with Morgan, sizzling shrimp and Call of Duty?" Morgan tried his best to pull Chuck's attention towards what could become the world's most epic night ever (of which there were numerous, because it was Morgan, shrimp and gaming all rolled up into an equation of win). Nada. Not a peep from Chuck and before Morgan could try anything else, Emmett was making a line straight for Chuck which signalled Morgan's departure from the Nerd Herd counter to skulk off elsewhere to practise his work avoidance skills.
"Well, well, Mr. Bartowski. Enjoying the sights of our Buy More? I can see you would much prefer to be in the appliance section than right where you belong here behind the counter. I am more than happy to give you your old job back as a green shirt. I could make more savings from the pay cut and bolster our margins just a little bit more." Emmett flicked some imaginary lint off his vest and gave Chuck the evil eye, his gaze promising many hours of overtime that Chuck wouldn't get paid for. Chuck laughed nervously, finally breaking eye contact with his favourite NSA agent to run a hasty hand through his curls and looked at his superior as he stumbled over his own tongue to form some sort of excuse as to exactly why he was looking over there. Why yes the new 60 inch LCD television provided such high definition that had captivated his attention utterly and entirely.
Thankfully, Casey showed up a mere seconds later to man handle Chuck towards the Orange Orange, throwing some keywords about an 'on-site job', 'urgent' and 'heavy' over his shoulder to placate Emmett. Their assistant store manager frowned, his hands placed on his hips as he watched the broad shoulders of John Casey waltz through the main doors of the Buy More. When they arrived at the frozen yoghurt parlour, Casey removed his hand from the back of the nerd's shirt. Chuck immediately attached himself to Casey's broad back. He was rather fond of it - Casey's back that is - and Chuck had spent at least one day of the week observing it in either green or black. To him, the broad expanse of muscle symbolised strength and protection.
"I love you, John Casey. I love your sense of timing. You have the best timing I swear. I'm sure you'll do really great with quick time events like in Sonic Unleashed. If only you'd just touch the Xbox controller. And really, another on-site job? Wouldn't they all realise how my Nerd Herder is still in the car park?," Chuck said against Casey's shoulder blades, trying not to notice how the NSA agent's muscles stiffened in his hold and focussing on the fact that wrapping his arms around Casey was like hugging a very large growling teddy bear.
"Bartowski."
"Yes yes, no hugs if I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a eunuch," Chuck sighed as he let go and danced around Casey to get to the freezer and beyond before his handler could say anything. The whole not touching thing was starting to grate on his nerves between Sarah being his fake girlfriend and Casey being well... himself really. Sure, he got his daily dose of hugs from Morgan, Ellie and Awesome but it just wasn't the same. There wasn't that thrill of finally being acknowledged emotionally with Sarah that maybe she liked him back a little. There wasn't the thrill of possible violence and bodily harm upon his person if he so hinted at physical contact with Casey. And frankly, Chuck was a little put out that he couldn't fulfil his daily Casey hug quota sometimes. It was a self-sacrificing mission that Chuck had selflessly undertaken to brighten up Casey's life. So far, he didn't think it was working as well as it had in his head.
Chuck descended the metal steps to find that the Castle was empty and he was fairly certain the sign out front had been set to 'Open' before they had entered. The heavy footsteps on the metal staircase alerted Chuck of his handler's presence - or at least someone who weighed approximately the same. "Hey Casey, are you sure Sa-" He stiffened as he felt arms encircle him, the musculature he had observed and admired from up close and afar. He took a delicate sniff to see if those arms belonged to Casey and found nothing more than the spicy manly scent that rolled off his handler in waves, confirming that it wasn't a rogue agent sent by some Afghani warlord to capture him for the wealth of knowledge in his head. "What... you... arms... hugging... why? NotthatImindatall." The close proximity between them was doing nothing for his neurons. In fact, Chuck was pretty sure his synapses were firing off elsewhere further south of the border.
"You thought I didn't feel your eyes on me all day, eh?" Chuck attempted to apologise for that, the keyword here being attempted. Once again his mouth had run off before his brain could follow and it was definitely a case of insert foot in mouth. How could he possibly think up of a plausible excuse as to why he was partaking in his favourite past time of Casey watching. It was different when put on the spot by Emmett. Totally different ball game when Mr. Sunshine and Rainbows from hell was behind him. The taller man turned Chuck around like meat on a rotisserie, amusement clearly shining in his blue eyes. "Besides, I'm sure the exact words were no hugs in public. I have my image to maintain," Casey purred into Chuck's ear. The low rumble did funny things to Chuck's body. The nerd melted into his handler's arms within moments and he enjoyed the warmth he found in Casey's embrace.
Casey voiced his thoughts a few minutes later, breaking the rather comfortable silence they had. "We're going to have to work on your covert work later tonight. Your eyes are as subtle as a flying brick."
Author's Comment And the second one for 10_hurt_comfort. I think I enjoy writing for Emmett a bit too much. He's just made of sarcastic win. We all know how much of a mush Casey is deep inside. No one else can know of the marshmallowy centre ... except for Chuck. :)
[ Characters | Chuck / Casey ]
[ Rating | PG-13 ]
[ Word Count | 1,256 ]
[ Masterlist | Here ]
[ Summary | The art of Casey Watching is something Chuck is aiming to master. ]
[ Disclaimer | If I were the owner of Chuck, there would have been more Casey and Chuck giving one another smouldering gazes. So nada, I just play in this sandbox. ]
Chuck watched Casey as he prowled around the Buy More with his modified price gun in hand. There was something about the NSA agent that commanded his entire attention. He hadn't realised it but he had been watching his handler move around the store for the better part of ten minutes and unfortunately for him, everyone else behind the Nerd Herd desk had. Jeff and Lester had seemingly appeared out of nowhere by Chuck's shoulders and had followed his gaze towards the green shirt. They silently joined in on the Casey watching, filing away this top secret for a rainy day when they needed to blackmail their fearless leader into doing something.
It was only until Morgan had casually leaned against the counter, wondering why everyone was so fixated towards the appliance section that he realised just how far gone his Buy Morian friends were. "Okay guys, this is just plain creepy. Why are we standing here watching our favourite Mr. Scary over there when that blonde bombshell just walked in? Have you ever seen legs that were that long?" Morgan's magical words had Jeff and Lester's head whipping around so hard towards the entrance that Morgan was worried they might pull something. Chuck, however, seemed to be on another planet and Morgan waved his hand over Chuck's eyes in an attempt to get that glazed look off Chuck's face.
"Earth to my best buddy. Will you receive this transmission coming from a night with Morgan, sizzling shrimp and Call of Duty?" Morgan tried his best to pull Chuck's attention towards what could become the world's most epic night ever (of which there were numerous, because it was Morgan, shrimp and gaming all rolled up into an equation of win). Nada. Not a peep from Chuck and before Morgan could try anything else, Emmett was making a line straight for Chuck which signalled Morgan's departure from the Nerd Herd counter to skulk off elsewhere to practise his work avoidance skills.
"Well, well, Mr. Bartowski. Enjoying the sights of our Buy More? I can see you would much prefer to be in the appliance section than right where you belong here behind the counter. I am more than happy to give you your old job back as a green shirt. I could make more savings from the pay cut and bolster our margins just a little bit more." Emmett flicked some imaginary lint off his vest and gave Chuck the evil eye, his gaze promising many hours of overtime that Chuck wouldn't get paid for. Chuck laughed nervously, finally breaking eye contact with his favourite NSA agent to run a hasty hand through his curls and looked at his superior as he stumbled over his own tongue to form some sort of excuse as to exactly why he was looking over there. Why yes the new 60 inch LCD television provided such high definition that had captivated his attention utterly and entirely.
Thankfully, Casey showed up a mere seconds later to man handle Chuck towards the Orange Orange, throwing some keywords about an 'on-site job', 'urgent' and 'heavy' over his shoulder to placate Emmett. Their assistant store manager frowned, his hands placed on his hips as he watched the broad shoulders of John Casey waltz through the main doors of the Buy More. When they arrived at the frozen yoghurt parlour, Casey removed his hand from the back of the nerd's shirt. Chuck immediately attached himself to Casey's broad back. He was rather fond of it - Casey's back that is - and Chuck had spent at least one day of the week observing it in either green or black. To him, the broad expanse of muscle symbolised strength and protection.
"I love you, John Casey. I love your sense of timing. You have the best timing I swear. I'm sure you'll do really great with quick time events like in Sonic Unleashed. If only you'd just touch the Xbox controller. And really, another on-site job? Wouldn't they all realise how my Nerd Herder is still in the car park?," Chuck said against Casey's shoulder blades, trying not to notice how the NSA agent's muscles stiffened in his hold and focussing on the fact that wrapping his arms around Casey was like hugging a very large growling teddy bear.
"Bartowski."
"Yes yes, no hugs if I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a eunuch," Chuck sighed as he let go and danced around Casey to get to the freezer and beyond before his handler could say anything. The whole not touching thing was starting to grate on his nerves between Sarah being his fake girlfriend and Casey being well... himself really. Sure, he got his daily dose of hugs from Morgan, Ellie and Awesome but it just wasn't the same. There wasn't that thrill of finally being acknowledged emotionally with Sarah that maybe she liked him back a little. There wasn't the thrill of possible violence and bodily harm upon his person if he so hinted at physical contact with Casey. And frankly, Chuck was a little put out that he couldn't fulfil his daily Casey hug quota sometimes. It was a self-sacrificing mission that Chuck had selflessly undertaken to brighten up Casey's life. So far, he didn't think it was working as well as it had in his head.
Chuck descended the metal steps to find that the Castle was empty and he was fairly certain the sign out front had been set to 'Open' before they had entered. The heavy footsteps on the metal staircase alerted Chuck of his handler's presence - or at least someone who weighed approximately the same. "Hey Casey, are you sure Sa-" He stiffened as he felt arms encircle him, the musculature he had observed and admired from up close and afar. He took a delicate sniff to see if those arms belonged to Casey and found nothing more than the spicy manly scent that rolled off his handler in waves, confirming that it wasn't a rogue agent sent by some Afghani warlord to capture him for the wealth of knowledge in his head. "What... you... arms... hugging... why? NotthatImindatall." The close proximity between them was doing nothing for his neurons. In fact, Chuck was pretty sure his synapses were firing off elsewhere further south of the border.
"You thought I didn't feel your eyes on me all day, eh?" Chuck attempted to apologise for that, the keyword here being attempted. Once again his mouth had run off before his brain could follow and it was definitely a case of insert foot in mouth. How could he possibly think up of a plausible excuse as to why he was partaking in his favourite past time of Casey watching. It was different when put on the spot by Emmett. Totally different ball game when Mr. Sunshine and Rainbows from hell was behind him. The taller man turned Chuck around like meat on a rotisserie, amusement clearly shining in his blue eyes. "Besides, I'm sure the exact words were no hugs in public. I have my image to maintain," Casey purred into Chuck's ear. The low rumble did funny things to Chuck's body. The nerd melted into his handler's arms within moments and he enjoyed the warmth he found in Casey's embrace.
Casey voiced his thoughts a few minutes later, breaking the rather comfortable silence they had. "We're going to have to work on your covert work later tonight. Your eyes are as subtle as a flying brick."
Author's Comment And the second one for 10_hurt_comfort. I think I enjoy writing for Emmett a bit too much. He's just made of sarcastic win. We all know how much of a mush Casey is deep inside. No one else can know of the marshmallowy centre ... except for Chuck. :)