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The Wiener Guy - part five
Title: The Wiener Guy
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: R
Pairing: Chuck/Casey
Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck
Summary: What if Chuck was gay? Sarah couldn't pretend to be his girlfriend because... well he's gay. What to do? Hmmm. That's a toughie.
Author's Notes: Just to say a big thanks to burntcopper for suggesting this particular story arc.



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Chuck couldn’t sleep.

Because they were supposed to be having a night in together, he had had to stay at Casey’s again. Casey had apparently been exhausted after having to deal with his sisters and whatever his mother had said to him and was snoring away at his side. It was kind of cute really... no. No, he really had to stop thinking like that.

His feelings for Casey and their supposed ‘relationship’ was obviously the reason that his mother, the General, was coming to visit. Chuck couldn’t quite believe a woman like that had spawned a man like Casey. The sheet physics of it alone was completely mind bending.

But that wasn’t what was keeping him awake, well, not entirely. He’d been so close to being shipped off, never to see his friends or family again that it terrified him. After having gotten used to the idea of having the Intersect in his head, reality had come back crashing down on him and hard. He didn’t want to be taken away. He wanted to live his life. And then Casey’s words from their first date came into his head ‘sometimes you have to die to live’. Had he been suggesting that if it came down to it that Chuck fake his own death? Surely not. But it was possible.

And then there was the fact that he felt a little bit guilty.

Casey was a Major. And to reach that rank, he obviously had to be good at his job. But with Chuck constantly fawning over him and getting all jealous about Bryce, he was obviously making Casey look incompetent.

Sighing he sat up. He was wearing another of Casey’s t-shirts, this one was white with a picture of a tank on the front and the words ‘Save a Tank. Ride a Soldier’. To say Chuck had been amused when he found it and Casey embarrassed would be an understatement. Chuck smiled as he remembered Casey’s face when he pulled it out his drawer. But that was three hours ago and Casey was now fast asleep whilst Chuck was still wide awake.

He decided to go downstairs and watch some TV. Maybe that would make him tired. Usually in times like these he would play a game or something, but Casey didn’t have any games let alone a console. If Chuck was going to stay here this often, he would need to do something about that. However, for now it was just television.

Before he sat down he went into the kitchen and grabbed himself some milk. Casey always seemed to have a large supply of milk for some reason. Maybe he had a calcium deficiency or something. Whatever it was, Chuck was sure he wouldn’t miss a glass and so after pouring himself some, headed back into the living room where he flopped down into Casey’s lazy boy and turned on the television.

There wasn’t much on and so after ten minutes or so of flicking between channels, he settled on a re-run of Enter The Dragon. Chuck had seen it a million times and could play the parts backwards and so he hoped that perhaps it would send him off to sleep, although he doubted it. After all, it was Bruce Lee.

“What the hell?”

Chuck looked up to see a half asleep Casey in nothing but his underwear, holding a gun as he marched down the stairs.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

“Yeah. And when I couldn’t find you I thought something had happened,” Casey snapped, “What the hell are you doing? Nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Sorry,” Chuck said, “I couldn’t sleep.”

Casey sighed and sat down on one of his crates beside the chair, “Just don’t do it again,” he said, “Why can’t you sleep?” he added as he realised what Chuck had said.

Chuck shrugged, “I feel kind of bad.”

“About?”

“I’m making you look like an idiot,” he said, making Casey arch an eyebrow at him, “With your Mom I mean. Why else would she want to check up on you?”

“You didn’t make me look like an idiot,” Casey said, “If I’m in the US I always spend Thanks Giving with her. I just... well she’s my Mom. And in case you hadn’t noticed, she’s kind of overpowering and talks down to me a lot, not to mention scary. It’s why I’m not looking forward to her visit. But I can’t refuse her.”

“Oh,” Chuck said, realisation dawning on him. He supposed if it were him, he wouldn’t be looking forward to her visit either. In fact, he was pretty sure he wasn’t, “Why?” he asked, “I mean, why always Thanks Giving? Why not Christmas?”

“Because, it was on Thanks Giving that we received the information that my father had been killed.”

Chuck couldn’t have felt more uncomfortable if he tried, “Sorry,” he said, “I didn’t realise.”

“It’s okay,” Casey said before yawning. He looked at the clock on the wall and frowned, “Christ Chuck it’s two thirty. Come back to bed,” he added as he stood.

“I don’t know if I’ll sleep though,” Chuck said as he too stood.

“Well try,” Casey told him before leading the way back upstairs.

Chuck followed him closely, turning off all the lights and the television on the way. When he got back into the room he didn’t even bother walking round the bed and instead just stepped over Casey to get to his side. As he settled himself down, Casey turned off the light and turned on his side to face him. Chuck was about to point out that he was awfully close when a big beefy arm wrapped itself around his waist and pulled him flush against his chest.

“Uh, Casey? What are you doing?” he asked as he felt Casey’s breath tickle the hair on the back of his neck.

“You go anywhere I’m gonna know about it. Now be quiet and go to sleep.”

“Is this really necessary?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, okay,” Chuck said, “Night then.”

Casey just grunted in reply and Chuck couldn’t help but smile to himself as he relaxed against Casey’s strong chest. For the first time since he had been given the Intersect, he felt completely safe.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Wha?” Chuck muttered as his head snapped up. Casey’s alarm had just went off and Chuck hadn’t really been expecting it. He also hadn’t been expecting to be lying on top of Casey who had wrapped both arms around his waist.

“It’s just my alarm,” Casey muttered, stroking a gentle hand up and down Chuck’s back.

“What is that?” he asked as he tilted his head to the side to try and make out the music.

“Concerto for violin and strings in F minor,” Casey said, “Just close your eyes and listen. It’s calming.”

Chuck did as he was told and closed his eyes again, resting his head back down on Casey’s chest. As he lay there and listened, letting the music soothe him somewhat, he almost fell back asleep... that was until he felt Casey’s fingers lazily playing with the skin of his lower back. His t-shirt had been pulled up to bare the skin and as Chuck opened one eye to look at Casey he realised that he was probably doing it subconsciously. However, subconsciously or not, it didn’t stop Chuck from getting a little bit over excited about it.

“You’re not as comfortable as you look,” Chuck said as he rolled off of Casey, hoping that he hadn’t noticed.

Casey opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow at him, “You trying to say I look fat?”

“What? No. I mean I...” but Chuck stopped as he saw the mischievous smile on Casey’s lips. He was obviously trying to poke fun at Chuck, “Yes that’s exactly what I’m saying. You look very fat.”

Casey grinned and rolled over onto his side, “Better than being as skinny as a rake,” he said, poking Chuck in the ribs playfully before sitting up and getting out of the bed.

Chuck lay and watched him as he pulled on shorts and a vest, “You going for a run?” he asked.

“Yup. Go back to sleep if you want. You know, if you’re still tired.”

“Thanks, but I’m working at eight this morning so I should probably get up anyway.”

Casey nodded as he pulled on his socks, “I’ll see you at lunch time then,” he said before heading out the room.

Chuck flopped back down onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. This whole pretend relationship thing with Casey was driving him mad. Not only was he falling for him and big time, but he also, really needed to get laid.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It had been a slow morning at the Buy More. Wednesdays always were. And so when a very stressed and extremely upset looking guy came running up to the nerd desk with a laptop cradled under his arm Chuck jumped at the chance for something to do.

“You have to help me,” he said to Chuck, “My baby is broken.”

“Your baby?” Chuck asked. The man thrust the laptop under his nose in answer, “Oh, your baby. Okay, well what seems to be the problem?”

“Every time I turn it on, it just switches off. It did that for a couple of days, now it wont so much as switch on.”

“Okay,” Chuck nodded, “Just calm down, it’s not the end of the world.”

“Not the end of the world? My whole life exists around this laptop. If it brakes then my life is over.”

“Okay, okay,” Chuck said, placing a calming hand on the man’s shoulder. The man looked at him with big doe eyes and Chuck couldn’t help but notice how pretty he was, “Why don’t you leave it with me overnight. I’ll have a look at it and see if I can work my magic on it.”

The man took a deep breath, “Okay. You sure you can fix it?”

Chuck smiled, “As sure as I am that my name’s Chuck Bartowski.”

“Chuck? Really? That’s an unusual name.”

“I prefer unique,” Chuck said, “And I suppose yours is better?”

“Frankie,” the man said, “Short for Francis, but we don’t talk about that.”

“Uh huh. And you were making fun of my name.”

Frankie smiled, “Okay, look I have to get back to work. But if you can fix this for me you’ll be getting free sandwiches for life.”

“Free sandwiches?” Chuck asked with a frown.

“I own the sandwich bar next door to the Large Mart.”

Chuck could feel his jaw drop, “You own that? That heavenly place is yours?”

“Yup,” Frankie nodded, “But look, I have to go and get ready for the lunch hour rush. But I’ll see you tomorrow. And Chuck, remember, it’s my life.”

Chuck just nodded dumbly as he watched Frankie walk away. He tried not to stare at his ass, but it was pretty hard as he was wearing very snug fitting jeans.

“Mind cheater,” Morgan said in a sing song voice.

“What?” Chuck asked, snapping out of his Frankie filled day dream.

“You were having naughty thoughts about Mr Puppy Dog Eyes. Hence mind cheater...”

“Don’t be ridiculous Morgan. He was just upset about his laptop. I was trying to calm him.”

Morgan grinned, “Whatever dude. All I’m saying is that you don’t want to cheat on a guy like Casey. Ex military and all, who knows what he would do.”

“I’m not cheating,” Chuck hissed. But Morgan just grinned at him, singing ‘mind cheater’ again as he walked away.

Chuck shook his head and turned his attention back to Frankie’s laptop. It was a rather nice model, fairly reliable and easy to use for those who weren’t very familiar with the inner workings of computers. But one thing about this particular model was that the power socket on the back always had to be replaced after ten months or so. And that was why it was cutting out. It wasn’t getting any power and the battery was obviously empty now too. He picked the laptop up and headed into the cage area to see if they had the part he needed, they should have though as they kept a large stock of it as it was a common problem. He found the part easily enough and set about fixing it.

When he was done, he filled out the property tag and placed it in the cage. He could take it back to Frankie now if he wanted, but he had to go meet Casey. However, on his way over to the Wienerlicious he popped his head into the sandwich bar, aptly named ‘Frankie’s’.

“Take a number,” one of the big guys behind the counter said.

“Oh, I’m not ordering. Could you just tell Frankie that his computer is ready for collection any time he wants to come and pick it up,” Chuck said as he pointed to where Frankie was frantically (and rather erotically if Chuck did say so himself) making what looked like the world’s best sandwich. He seemed to notice Chuck out of the corner of his eye and looked up and smiled at him.

The man nodded, “Will do,” he said before turning back to the hungry customers, “Number thirty six.”

Chuck waved goodbye to Frankie and headed across the parking lot to the Wienerlicious. Morgan was right, he was mind cheating. But then, he and Casey weren’t really a couple and so strictly speaking it was allowed.

“What you so happy about?” Casey asked as he walked in. The giggling girls who were usually sat in the corner weren’t there today. Must be at school.

“Can’t I just be happy to see you?” Chuck asked.

Casey raised an eyebrow at him, “Kevin, that’s me finished,” he shouted through to his boss before grabbing a couple of hot dogs for himself and Chuck. He then led the way outside where they sat down opposite each other, “So what’s the real reason you’re so happy?”

Chuck bit his lip, choosing his words correctly before speaking, “You know how when this all started, we agreed that if I ever needed to satiate my ‘needs’ that it would be okay. Well I think I might be doing that soon.”

Casey looked him up and down, “Who?” he asked but Chuck just stared at him, “Look Chuck, we had a pretty big security risk yesterday and so we need to be careful about who you spend time with. This guy, whoever he is, could be after you for all the wrong reasons.”

“Well just... I don’t know if anything is going to happen. But when I do, I’ll let you know then who it is.”

“Why not just tell me now?” Casey asked gruffly.

“Because... I don’t want to.”

Casey stared at him for a moment before throwing down his hot dog, “Fine, you get yourself killed, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said before standing up and walking over to his car.

“Casey!” Chuck shouted after him, “Come on Casey, don’t be like that,” But Casey wasn’t listening to him as he had already sped off, obviously going home to get changed out of his ridiculous outfit.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Chuck was depressed. It was four pm and he was nearing the end of a long and relatively boring shift. Casey wasn’t answering his calls or messages, which was really beginning to piss him off more than anything and Frankie hadn’t come back in for his lap top yet. For someone whose life depended on it, you would have thought he would’ve been in earlier. But then, maybe he was just really busy making sandwiches.

However, just as he was about to give up and take the laptop back through to the cage area, Frankie walked in.

“Hey. I was just about to head home,” Chuck said, “Nearly gave up on you.”

“Yeah, sorry. I had to make your thank you gift before I came over. You sure fixed it fast,” Frankie said as he held out a brown paper bag for Chuck to take.

“Yeah, it was just a little problem with the power socket,” Chuck said, “So what’s my gift?” he asked curiously.

“It’s a sandwich,” Frankie said, “I’ve decided to call it the Bartowski, if you like it that is.”

Chuck raised an eyebrow at him and gave the bag a sniff. His eyes rolled back in pleasure, “Wow. That smells amazing. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.”

Frankie grinned, “You should try it fresh sometime.”

“I’d like that,” Chuck said before placing his sandwich on the nerd desk and grabbing Frankie’s lap top.

“Hey, Chuck. You ready to go?”

Chuck nearly jumped out of his skin as Casey sidled up behind him and placed a possessive hand on his hip.

“Go? Go where?” he asked as he turned and saw Casey. He was dressed all in black again and looked almost as edible as Frankie’s sandwich. Chuck was sure it was deliberate and that Casey enjoyed making Chuck feel all hot and bothered.

“We were going to go to the movies remember?” Casey said with a frown.

“Who’s this?” Frankie asked curiously.

“Oh, Frankie this is John. My... uh, my...”

“His boyfriend,” Casey said as he held out a hand for Frankie to shake.

“Oh. Your boyfriend. Right, I see,” Frankie said as he shook Casey’s hand, “Well, I’ll see you later then Chuck,” he nodded before cradling his laptop under his arm and marching out of the store at top speed.

As Chuck watched him go, Casey leaned over to whisper into Chuck’s ear, “Sarah told me you were drooling over some customer this morning. I hacked into the store’s security camera and checked him out. His surname is Marciano.”

It was instantaneous, information about the Marciano family and all of their acquaintances flashed up.

“His father’s a mob boss?” he asked incredulously.

“Yup,” Casey said, “Funny, twenty years ago and he would have been taken out for being gay. Weird how things change.”

Chuck turned to him, “But that doesn’t mean, he is or ever has been involved in anything illegal. And besides, if he had, surely I would have flashed on him. All I got was stuff about his father , uncles and brothers.”

“He’s still not safe for you to be around.”

“Whatever,” Chuck muttered before walking away from Casey.

When he got out to the parking lot he spotted Frankie heading back towards the sandwich bar, “Frankie!” he shouted as he ran up to him. Frankie slowed down so he could catch him up, “Look about John...”

“Chuck, I don’t really care what’s going on with you both, but my ex cheated on me a number of times and it’s not a nice feeling. So until you’re a free agent I don’t think it would be a good idea for us to be around each other. It wouldn’t be fair on John.”

“Oh no, I agree. I just... it’s complicated. Me and him.”

Frankie stopped walking to look at Chuck, “Well when it gets uncomplicated you know where to find me,” he said before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek and walking away.

Chuck watched him go before turning back round to go find Casey. They had said they were going to go to the movies as they hadn’t had a proper date in a while, but he didn’t know if he was much in the mood for it anymore. Or if he was in the mood for Casey... even if he was really hot.


TBC