Promise Me
Title: Promise Me
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chuck/Casey
Disclaimer: Chuck belongs to NBC/WB
Author's Notes: Those on my f-list reading - this was originally titled 'Eeny Meeny Miney Mo'
Summary: Set during Ep 2x12. Chuck wants to know if Casey really thinks he's an idiot.
Chuck woke with a start before pushing himself up and looking about himself. He was on a bed, but not in his room. This was Casey’s bedroom and the house was very, very quiet, the only noise coming from the desk in the corner where Casey seemed to typing something.
“Did you dart me?” Chuck asked him.
“Yup,” Casey said, not even looking up from his laptop.
“Why?”
“Your whining was beginning to bug me.”
Chuck sat in complete shock for a moment, before realising that he probably shouldn’t be shocked at all as it was totally a Casey thing to do.
“Where’s Tyler and Sarah?”
“Guest room,” Casey said, hitting the enter button rather enthusiastically before slamming the laptop shut.
“You left her alone with him?”
Casey shrugged, “She seems to think that I was being a little bit over enthusiastic with the tranqs. So she’s babysitting him, while I get to deal with you.”
“Thanks,” Chuck said sarcastically, “Always nice to know you care,” he added as he pushed himself to the edge of the bed and made to stand up.
“Whoa there, where the hell do you think you’re going?”
Chuck looked a little startled, “Well, home,” he said as if talking to a child.
“Not tonight you’re not,” Casey told him as he pushed him back onto the mattress, “You’re staying put where I can keep an eye on you.”
“Casey, isn’t this a little unnecessary?”
Casey stared down at him for a moment before turning and pulling the desk chair over to the bed, sitting down directly in front of him, “Put yourself in my shoes Chuck,” he said, “Imagine you were sent here to protect me, to give your life for mine if you had to, because I am one of the most important people in the world right now. At first, you don’t let me out of your sight, because you don’t know what I’m gonna do, but then slowly, you begin to trust me, knowing that I can be left alone for an hour or two if you need be. You trust me now, feel safe in the knowledge that I won’t be in any immediate danger, only to come back one night to find out that I’ve gone out to some party, getting drunk off my ass and letting the enemy almost kill me. Now, would you let me out of your sight again?”
Chuck swallowed hard, “No,” he said quietly.
“That’s what I thought,” Casey said as he stood up again and pushed the chair away.
“I’m sorry,” Chuck said, “I just, Tyler wouldn’t take no for an answer and I didn’t think it would be a good idea for him to go on his own. I mean, I knew you would be able to track me and that you would come looking for us once you realised we were gone, I just, I didn’t think we were going to get into so much trouble, that I was going to get into so much trouble.”
“That’s your problem though,” Casey said as he sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked off his boots, “You don’t think.”
“I do think, I just… it never works out the way I want.”
“Whatever,” Casey said as he stood up and kicked his pants off before removing his shirt, “Move over.”
Chuck scuttled over to the other side of the bed and that’s when he realised that his pants were gone for the second time that night. Casey must have done it for him when he brought him up here.
Lying down, he stared up at the ceiling as Casey switched off the light and settled down for the night.
Chuck should probably feel uncomfortable. But he didn’t. This wasn’t the first time he’d shared a bed with Casey. He’d shared with him before when the three of them had been on a mission and had shared a motel room with twin queen beds in it. Chuck had immediately got into one of the beds while Casey and Sarah stared at each other. They could’ve of course just slept in the other bed together, leaving Chuck on his own, but apparently that wasn’t an option and one of them had to share with him. And so after some heated debate, Chuck intervened and performed ‘Eeny Meeny Miney Mo’ on the both of them and had ended up sharing with Casey.
Now that time should’ve been awkward, especially since he had woken up, draped over Casey’s hulk of a body with his arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders. But it hadn’t been. They’d simply woken up and rolled away from each other, hoping that Sarah hadn’t seen it as neither of them could bare her teasing.
And so now, as silence fell over the room, the only sound being that of the fountain out in the courtyard, feeling completely comfortable in himself, he knew he should just close his eyes and go to sleep as he no doubt had a busy day ahead of tomorrow or in a few hours… he wasn’t actually sure what time it was right now. So he closed his eyes and attempted to go to sleep. But he couldn’t. There was something else bothering him.
Casey seemed to realised that Chuck wasn’t about to fall asleep any time soon as he sighed and turned onto his back, “What?” he asked.
“Do you really think I’m an idiot?” Chuck asked him.
“What?”
“Earlier on, before you knocked me out, you said I was an idiot. And I know what I did was stupid, but do you honestly think I’m an idiot?”
“Yes. A monumental one. Now go to sleep.”
Chuck was silent for a moment before pushing himself up onto his elbow and looking down at Casey, “You don’t really mean that right?”
Casey cracked an eye open to look up at Chuck, his features only just visible in the dim light from outside.
“Can’t this wait until morning?” he asked him.
“No, I want to know now. Do you honestly think I’m an idiot?”
Casey sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose, “No. You know I don’t. You just act like one most of the time.”
“Then why did you say it?” Chuck asked him, “Cause you know, it kind of hurt.”
“I call you an idiot all the time,” Casey said, “What’s so different about this one?”
“It’s the way you said it. You might as well have hit me. It would’ve had the same effect.”
Casey pushed himself up onto his elbow too so that he was facing Chuck, his face mere centimetres from Chuck’s.
“I never said it to hurt or upset you,” he said softly, more softly than Chuck had ever heard him speak before, “I said it because I was angry and scared.”
Chuck frowned, “Scared?”
“Yes. Scared,” he nodded, “Look, as much as I go on and on about me being your handler, and you the asset, I’ve also… I like you Chuck. And I’d be upset if anything were to happen to you, and not just on a professional level.”
Chuck stared at him for a moment before smiling, “You like me?” he asked.
Casey rolled his eyes, great, this was all he needed it.
“That’s not what I said, you must have heard me wrong,” he said as he lay back down.
“No, you said, ‘I like you Chuck’. I distinctly remember your lips forming those words,” Chuck said with a semblance of glee as he leaned over Casey again.
“Shut up.”
“You’d be upset if anything happened to me.”
“Shut up,” Casey repeated.
“Aw what’s the matter? Do you not like sharing your feelings? You scared that it makes you too human? That I’ll start caring back.”
Casey moved so quick that Chuck didn’t have a chance to react. Casey had pushed up, grabbed him by the shoulders and thrown him down onto the bed, holding his hands down above his head and pinning him underneath him with the weight of his body.
“I said shut up,” he said quietly, his breath ghosting over Chuck’s own lips.
Chuck looked up at him for a moment before simply saying, “Make me.”
For a fraction of a second Chuck thought he’d done, he’d managed to unnerve Major John Casey. But he hadn’t and instead of rolling off him, Casey pushed down, crashing his lips against Chuck’s and finally silencing him good and proper.
Well, he silenced him for a few seconds before Casey started to grind against him, making him moan up into his mouth.
“Shh,” Casey whispered, “Walker’ll hear.”
“Sorry,” Chuck said quietly, “I just, you know…”
Casey smiled, “Yeah I know,” he said before kissing Chuck again.
As Chuck let Casey attempt to kiss the life out of him, angling his head back so that he could deepen the kiss as much as possible, he tugged at his hands, wanting desperately to wrap them around Casey’s naked shoulders. Casey tightened his hold on him for a minute before relenting and letting go, tracing his hands down Chuck’s body instead and pushing at the hem of his t-shirt, his fingers slipping underneath.
Chuck gasped at the feel of Casey’s fingers on his skin, making him tingle. For some reason he had expected Casey to be rough, but his touch was so soft and gentle that it was causing goose bumps to appear all over his body. And then there was the rather hard thing poking into his hip, the thought that, that was there just for him, exciting him more than he thought was possible. He flexed his hips, pushing back against Casey, letting him feel that he wasn’t the only one excited. It seemed to do the trick as Casey pulled back from the kiss and yanked Chuck’s t-shirt off for him before attacking him with his lips again.
As Casey’s mouth travelled from his own, down his neck and towards his chest, Chuck had to bite his lip to stifle a moan, something that Casey apparently found amusing as he smiled into his chest before carrying on moving down his body. It was only when he placed a wet kiss onto his navel, that Chuck realised what Casey’s intentions were and God if it didn’t nearly make him shoot his load there and then.
Thankfully though, he managed to control himself and instead, lifted his hips and allowed Casey to pull his underwear off for him before watching carefully as Casey slowly licked his way up his shaft, flicking his tongue over the head in a way that made Chuck want to scream, but knowing that he couldn’t he instead let out a loud puff of air and fisted at the bed sheets.
Then everything around him went blank as he was engulfed in the hot, wet paradise that was Casey’s mouth.
He’d never felt anything like this in all his life. Casey was sucking on him like he’d been doing it his whole life, like this was what Casey was made for, sucking geek cock. Looking down, he watched as Casey took his time, making sure to take every inch of him in before pulling back and slowly doing the same once more. And as amazing as it felt, Chuck soon lost patience with the slow pace and began to buck up into Casey’s mouth.
But Casey had apparently been waiting for this and easily held him down with one hand. Chuck wanted to protest, to tell him to take his hand off, but with his vice like grip on him, came the increase in speed of his suction and so instead, Chuck let his head fall back and his eyes fall closed, losing himself in the sensations of Casey’s mouth.
It didn’t take long before he was writhing underneath Casey, emptying himself down his throat and letting out a low moan as he did so. Although, Casey had reached up and covered his mouth with his other hand, meaning that his moan wasn’t that loud, or at least, he didn’t think it was. He kept his hand there until he had milked him dry and had begun crawling back up his body, placing kisses in strategic places along his abdomen.
When they were face to face again, Chuck reached down and palmed Casey through his shorts.
“Leave it,” Casey said, batting his hand away, “It’ll keep.”
Chuck felt his eyebrow raise in surprise to that but did as he was told and wound his arm around Casey’s waist instead so he could hold him close as he kissed him.
The kiss this time was slow and lazy, and Chuck was surprised to feel himself not wanting it to ever stop, after all, this was John Casey we’re talking about here. But it did stop. Casey pulled away from him and lowered his eyes, unable to look him in the eye.
“What?” Chuck asked.
Casey was silent for a moment before speaking, “Promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Promise me you’ll stop doing stupid stuff like that, that you won’t do it again.”
Chuck swallowed hard, knowing that it wouldn’t be right to promise such a thing as he would inevitably end up breaking it unintentionally, however, he knew Casey wouldn’t be happy until he did promise him and so he nodded, “I promise.”
It was like watching a huge weight being lifted from Casey’s shoulders. All the tension in his body lifting at those two, little insignificant words. He smiled softly at Chuck, kissing him once more before rolling off to the side.
Chuck rolled with him, “What about you?” he asked.
Casey frowned, “I don’t tend to do idiotic things,” he said.
“That’s uh, that’s not what I was talking about,” Chuck told him, “I was talking about this,” he added, reaching down and stroking his hand over Casey’s still rock hard cock.
“Like I said, it’ll keep,” Casey said, gently removing Chuck’s hand, “You can return the favour tomorrow when this is all over and Walker isn’t sleeping in the room next door.”
Chuck smiled at him, “So you’re a screamer then huh?”
Casey just rolled his eyes at him and wrapped his arm around his waist, “Go to sleep Chuck.”
“Okay,” Chuck said, placing a soft kiss on his nose before turning over and snuggling back into Casey’s embrace, “Night.”
“Night.”
THE END
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chuck/Casey
Disclaimer: Chuck belongs to NBC/WB
Author's Notes: Those on my f-list reading - this was originally titled 'Eeny Meeny Miney Mo'
Summary: Set during Ep 2x12. Chuck wants to know if Casey really thinks he's an idiot.
Chuck woke with a start before pushing himself up and looking about himself. He was on a bed, but not in his room. This was Casey’s bedroom and the house was very, very quiet, the only noise coming from the desk in the corner where Casey seemed to typing something.
“Did you dart me?” Chuck asked him.
“Yup,” Casey said, not even looking up from his laptop.
“Why?”
“Your whining was beginning to bug me.”
Chuck sat in complete shock for a moment, before realising that he probably shouldn’t be shocked at all as it was totally a Casey thing to do.
“Where’s Tyler and Sarah?”
“Guest room,” Casey said, hitting the enter button rather enthusiastically before slamming the laptop shut.
“You left her alone with him?”
Casey shrugged, “She seems to think that I was being a little bit over enthusiastic with the tranqs. So she’s babysitting him, while I get to deal with you.”
“Thanks,” Chuck said sarcastically, “Always nice to know you care,” he added as he pushed himself to the edge of the bed and made to stand up.
“Whoa there, where the hell do you think you’re going?”
Chuck looked a little startled, “Well, home,” he said as if talking to a child.
“Not tonight you’re not,” Casey told him as he pushed him back onto the mattress, “You’re staying put where I can keep an eye on you.”
“Casey, isn’t this a little unnecessary?”
Casey stared down at him for a moment before turning and pulling the desk chair over to the bed, sitting down directly in front of him, “Put yourself in my shoes Chuck,” he said, “Imagine you were sent here to protect me, to give your life for mine if you had to, because I am one of the most important people in the world right now. At first, you don’t let me out of your sight, because you don’t know what I’m gonna do, but then slowly, you begin to trust me, knowing that I can be left alone for an hour or two if you need be. You trust me now, feel safe in the knowledge that I won’t be in any immediate danger, only to come back one night to find out that I’ve gone out to some party, getting drunk off my ass and letting the enemy almost kill me. Now, would you let me out of your sight again?”
Chuck swallowed hard, “No,” he said quietly.
“That’s what I thought,” Casey said as he stood up again and pushed the chair away.
“I’m sorry,” Chuck said, “I just, Tyler wouldn’t take no for an answer and I didn’t think it would be a good idea for him to go on his own. I mean, I knew you would be able to track me and that you would come looking for us once you realised we were gone, I just, I didn’t think we were going to get into so much trouble, that I was going to get into so much trouble.”
“That’s your problem though,” Casey said as he sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked off his boots, “You don’t think.”
“I do think, I just… it never works out the way I want.”
“Whatever,” Casey said as he stood up and kicked his pants off before removing his shirt, “Move over.”
Chuck scuttled over to the other side of the bed and that’s when he realised that his pants were gone for the second time that night. Casey must have done it for him when he brought him up here.
Lying down, he stared up at the ceiling as Casey switched off the light and settled down for the night.
Chuck should probably feel uncomfortable. But he didn’t. This wasn’t the first time he’d shared a bed with Casey. He’d shared with him before when the three of them had been on a mission and had shared a motel room with twin queen beds in it. Chuck had immediately got into one of the beds while Casey and Sarah stared at each other. They could’ve of course just slept in the other bed together, leaving Chuck on his own, but apparently that wasn’t an option and one of them had to share with him. And so after some heated debate, Chuck intervened and performed ‘Eeny Meeny Miney Mo’ on the both of them and had ended up sharing with Casey.
Now that time should’ve been awkward, especially since he had woken up, draped over Casey’s hulk of a body with his arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders. But it hadn’t been. They’d simply woken up and rolled away from each other, hoping that Sarah hadn’t seen it as neither of them could bare her teasing.
And so now, as silence fell over the room, the only sound being that of the fountain out in the courtyard, feeling completely comfortable in himself, he knew he should just close his eyes and go to sleep as he no doubt had a busy day ahead of tomorrow or in a few hours… he wasn’t actually sure what time it was right now. So he closed his eyes and attempted to go to sleep. But he couldn’t. There was something else bothering him.
Casey seemed to realised that Chuck wasn’t about to fall asleep any time soon as he sighed and turned onto his back, “What?” he asked.
“Do you really think I’m an idiot?” Chuck asked him.
“What?”
“Earlier on, before you knocked me out, you said I was an idiot. And I know what I did was stupid, but do you honestly think I’m an idiot?”
“Yes. A monumental one. Now go to sleep.”
Chuck was silent for a moment before pushing himself up onto his elbow and looking down at Casey, “You don’t really mean that right?”
Casey cracked an eye open to look up at Chuck, his features only just visible in the dim light from outside.
“Can’t this wait until morning?” he asked him.
“No, I want to know now. Do you honestly think I’m an idiot?”
Casey sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose, “No. You know I don’t. You just act like one most of the time.”
“Then why did you say it?” Chuck asked him, “Cause you know, it kind of hurt.”
“I call you an idiot all the time,” Casey said, “What’s so different about this one?”
“It’s the way you said it. You might as well have hit me. It would’ve had the same effect.”
Casey pushed himself up onto his elbow too so that he was facing Chuck, his face mere centimetres from Chuck’s.
“I never said it to hurt or upset you,” he said softly, more softly than Chuck had ever heard him speak before, “I said it because I was angry and scared.”
Chuck frowned, “Scared?”
“Yes. Scared,” he nodded, “Look, as much as I go on and on about me being your handler, and you the asset, I’ve also… I like you Chuck. And I’d be upset if anything were to happen to you, and not just on a professional level.”
Chuck stared at him for a moment before smiling, “You like me?” he asked.
Casey rolled his eyes, great, this was all he needed it.
“That’s not what I said, you must have heard me wrong,” he said as he lay back down.
“No, you said, ‘I like you Chuck’. I distinctly remember your lips forming those words,” Chuck said with a semblance of glee as he leaned over Casey again.
“Shut up.”
“You’d be upset if anything happened to me.”
“Shut up,” Casey repeated.
“Aw what’s the matter? Do you not like sharing your feelings? You scared that it makes you too human? That I’ll start caring back.”
Casey moved so quick that Chuck didn’t have a chance to react. Casey had pushed up, grabbed him by the shoulders and thrown him down onto the bed, holding his hands down above his head and pinning him underneath him with the weight of his body.
“I said shut up,” he said quietly, his breath ghosting over Chuck’s own lips.
Chuck looked up at him for a moment before simply saying, “Make me.”
For a fraction of a second Chuck thought he’d done, he’d managed to unnerve Major John Casey. But he hadn’t and instead of rolling off him, Casey pushed down, crashing his lips against Chuck’s and finally silencing him good and proper.
Well, he silenced him for a few seconds before Casey started to grind against him, making him moan up into his mouth.
“Shh,” Casey whispered, “Walker’ll hear.”
“Sorry,” Chuck said quietly, “I just, you know…”
Casey smiled, “Yeah I know,” he said before kissing Chuck again.
As Chuck let Casey attempt to kiss the life out of him, angling his head back so that he could deepen the kiss as much as possible, he tugged at his hands, wanting desperately to wrap them around Casey’s naked shoulders. Casey tightened his hold on him for a minute before relenting and letting go, tracing his hands down Chuck’s body instead and pushing at the hem of his t-shirt, his fingers slipping underneath.
Chuck gasped at the feel of Casey’s fingers on his skin, making him tingle. For some reason he had expected Casey to be rough, but his touch was so soft and gentle that it was causing goose bumps to appear all over his body. And then there was the rather hard thing poking into his hip, the thought that, that was there just for him, exciting him more than he thought was possible. He flexed his hips, pushing back against Casey, letting him feel that he wasn’t the only one excited. It seemed to do the trick as Casey pulled back from the kiss and yanked Chuck’s t-shirt off for him before attacking him with his lips again.
As Casey’s mouth travelled from his own, down his neck and towards his chest, Chuck had to bite his lip to stifle a moan, something that Casey apparently found amusing as he smiled into his chest before carrying on moving down his body. It was only when he placed a wet kiss onto his navel, that Chuck realised what Casey’s intentions were and God if it didn’t nearly make him shoot his load there and then.
Thankfully though, he managed to control himself and instead, lifted his hips and allowed Casey to pull his underwear off for him before watching carefully as Casey slowly licked his way up his shaft, flicking his tongue over the head in a way that made Chuck want to scream, but knowing that he couldn’t he instead let out a loud puff of air and fisted at the bed sheets.
Then everything around him went blank as he was engulfed in the hot, wet paradise that was Casey’s mouth.
He’d never felt anything like this in all his life. Casey was sucking on him like he’d been doing it his whole life, like this was what Casey was made for, sucking geek cock. Looking down, he watched as Casey took his time, making sure to take every inch of him in before pulling back and slowly doing the same once more. And as amazing as it felt, Chuck soon lost patience with the slow pace and began to buck up into Casey’s mouth.
But Casey had apparently been waiting for this and easily held him down with one hand. Chuck wanted to protest, to tell him to take his hand off, but with his vice like grip on him, came the increase in speed of his suction and so instead, Chuck let his head fall back and his eyes fall closed, losing himself in the sensations of Casey’s mouth.
It didn’t take long before he was writhing underneath Casey, emptying himself down his throat and letting out a low moan as he did so. Although, Casey had reached up and covered his mouth with his other hand, meaning that his moan wasn’t that loud, or at least, he didn’t think it was. He kept his hand there until he had milked him dry and had begun crawling back up his body, placing kisses in strategic places along his abdomen.
When they were face to face again, Chuck reached down and palmed Casey through his shorts.
“Leave it,” Casey said, batting his hand away, “It’ll keep.”
Chuck felt his eyebrow raise in surprise to that but did as he was told and wound his arm around Casey’s waist instead so he could hold him close as he kissed him.
The kiss this time was slow and lazy, and Chuck was surprised to feel himself not wanting it to ever stop, after all, this was John Casey we’re talking about here. But it did stop. Casey pulled away from him and lowered his eyes, unable to look him in the eye.
“What?” Chuck asked.
Casey was silent for a moment before speaking, “Promise me something.”
“Anything.”
“Promise me you’ll stop doing stupid stuff like that, that you won’t do it again.”
Chuck swallowed hard, knowing that it wouldn’t be right to promise such a thing as he would inevitably end up breaking it unintentionally, however, he knew Casey wouldn’t be happy until he did promise him and so he nodded, “I promise.”
It was like watching a huge weight being lifted from Casey’s shoulders. All the tension in his body lifting at those two, little insignificant words. He smiled softly at Chuck, kissing him once more before rolling off to the side.
Chuck rolled with him, “What about you?” he asked.
Casey frowned, “I don’t tend to do idiotic things,” he said.
“That’s uh, that’s not what I was talking about,” Chuck told him, “I was talking about this,” he added, reaching down and stroking his hand over Casey’s still rock hard cock.
“Like I said, it’ll keep,” Casey said, gently removing Chuck’s hand, “You can return the favour tomorrow when this is all over and Walker isn’t sleeping in the room next door.”
Chuck smiled at him, “So you’re a screamer then huh?”
Casey just rolled his eyes at him and wrapped his arm around his waist, “Go to sleep Chuck.”
“Okay,” Chuck said, placing a soft kiss on his nose before turning over and snuggling back into Casey’s embrace, “Night.”
“Night.”
THE END