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The Wiener Guy - part seven
Title: The Wiener Guy
Author: Ru_salki99
Rating: NC 17
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: Okay folks, this is it. The moment you've all been waiting for ^__^



Casey couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.

He was standing behind a two way mirror with Sarah and on the other side was a heavily sedated Bryce Larkin. He was alive. Sure, Casey had told Chuck that he had known of agents faking their death before, but he had been the one who shot Bryce. Shot him in the left shoulder. Twice. And he had been dead when the paramedics took him away. He’d been sure of it.

“Major?”

Casey turned round to see his mother and Director Graham standing there, “Ma’am?” he asked politely.

“A word.”

Casey nodded and followed her into a small interview room, “I’m only going to ask this once and I want you to tell me the truth. Did you help Agent Larkin fake his own death?”

“No,” Casey said, “I shot him with every intention of killing him. And as far as I knew I had done my job. This is just as much as surprise to me as it is to everyone else.”

The General studied him for a moment, “Very well. However, I think it may be best for all involved if you didn’t participate in this case, given your personal history with him.”

“Yes Ma’am,” Casey nodded. He had assumed as much would have happened. In fact, he had actually expected to be arrested on sight. Looked like his mother was using her weight to keep him out of prison... again.

The General patted him affectionately on the arm and headed back out the room. When the door was closed Casey let out a deep sigh and rubbed his eyes. It had been a long night. He should just go home. However before he could even turn around, Chuck had snuck into the room.

“Are you okay?” Chuck asked.

“I’m fine Chuck,” he said with slight nod.

“Really? It’s just, your Mom didn’t look too happy.”

“That’s cause she’s not,” Casey said, “What are you doing here anyway? I thought I sent you home a few hours ago.”

“You did, but I was called back down again. Apparently Bryce wants to talk to me.”

Casey’s head snapped up, “What?”

Chuck shrugged, “Sarah called, said he asked for me.”

Casey rushed past Chuck and out to where Sarah was still standing at the mirror, “Why does he want to talk to Chuck?”

However, before she could even attempt to answer, Sarah was interrupted, “That is none of your concern anymore Major.”

Casey spun to face his mother, “Like hell. I’m still Chuck’s handler and if he’s going to be in any danger it’s my job to protect him. And if Larkin is involved then you can bet your ass he’ll be in danger.”

“You will watch your mouth Major,” she snapped, “As for Mr Bartowski, Agent Walker is here...”

“I’m staying put,” Casey interrupted, crossing his arms and looking down at her.

Chuck was staring between them both, wondering just who was going to win this one. As the General stepped closer to her son, Casey leaned down slightly.

“You will remain impassive to this case. If you do anything that isn’t directly related to Mr Bartowski’s safety and therefore jeopardises this case, I will have you arrested. Understood?”

“Loud and clear Ma’am,” Casey nodded.

“Good,” she said before turning to Chuck, “You can go in now.”

Chuck looked from her to Casey. Casey nodded, letting him know it would be okay and so Chuck took a deep breath and stepped into the room.

Bryce was strapped down to what looked like a dentist’s chair situated in the middle of the room. He was wearing blue scrubs and was connected up to about four different types of medical machinery.

“Bryce?” Chuck asked as he stepped round to look at him.

Bryce opened his eyes and frowned, “Chuck?”

“Yup. It’s me,” Chuck nodded.

Bryce gasped, “Chuck you have to get out of here. It’s not safe. If they find out...”

“Too late,” Chuck said, guessing what Bryce was about to say, “Thanks to your little birthday email they already found out.”

Bryce sighed and fell back against his chair, “You weren’t supposed to open it.”

“Yeah, well I did.”

Bryce all of a sudden sat forward again, pulling at his restraints, “You’ve got to help me get out of here.”

“Why should I?” Chuck asked, taking a step back, “I mean really, why should I help you with anything?”

“Chuck. Please. Help me,” Bryce pleaded.

Outside the room Casey was becoming restless. Bryce was using typical manipulation tactics to try and win Chuck over. And Chuck was the type of trusting fool that would fall for it.

“We need to get him out of there,” he said more to himself than anyone else.

“Wait,” his mother said.

Casey turned and caught Sarah’s eye, she looked just as worried as he felt, but she was wisely keeping her mouth shut. She wouldn’t be able to use The General’s leeway to get out of trouble like he could, even though he would have preferred not to rely on her.

Back inside the room Chuck had moved closer to Bryce. Stupidly close.

“You got me kicked out of school, destroyed my life. I work for the Nerd Herd, have done for five years for Christ’s sake and then you sent me an email that has put me in so much danger that I’m scared of my own shadow now. I can’t even play Silent Hill anymore cause the noises freak me out.”

“The noises always freaked you out,” Bryce said with a slight smile.

“Okay. I’ll give you that one,” Chuck said with a small smile of his own, “I still don’t see why I should help you.”

Bryce sighed again, “Okay. Then, I’m sorry. But you’ve left me no other option.”

“No option? What?”

Bryce moved so fast that Chuck really didn’t have a choice in being pulled into a tight grasp and having a syringe pointed at his throat.

“For a heavily sedated guy you move kinda quick,” Chuck said as he tried to pull free from Bryce’s grasp.

“That’s because the nurse forgot to give me my last dose. But she kindly left it behind for me to use myself,” he said as he held up the syringe in front of Chuck’s face.

“Bryce you let go of him now?!” Casey shouted as he and Sarah burst through the door, guns held high.

“Johnny?” Bryce asked in surprise as he backed out of the room and down the corridor, “You’re looking good.”

“Shut it Bryce,” Casey said, “Let him go.”

“How about no,” Bryce said, “I’m thinking that having him between me and your bullets is a good thing. Although not that your bullets work that well do they?”

Casey growled and stepped forward.

“Bryce you don’t have to do this?” Sarah said, “We can help you.”

“Ah, Agent Walker. How nice to see you again. Did you lose weight?” Bryce asked with a cheeky grin as he backed into the elevator.

“Casey!” Chuck shouted as the doors began to close.

“Bryce, you so much as prick him with that needle and I will empty this clip into your cranium!” Casey shouted after them.

“You’ll need to catch me first Johnny!” Bryce shouted back. As soon as the doors were shut he let go of Chuck, “Sorry about that, but I knew they wouldn’t have shot at me whilst I had a hold of you,” he said with an apologetic smile, “Give me your shirt.”

“What?”

“Your shirt,” Bryce said, “I can’t very well walk down the street topless now can I?”

Realising he didn’t have a choice, Chuck began taking off his shirt.

“Your sneakers too.”

“My sneakers?” Chuck asked, he didn’t want to let go of his sneakers. He’d had them forever. They were like a part of him.

“Yes. Quickly,” Bryce said as he grabbed the shirt off of Chuck. Begrudgingly, Chuck pulled off his sneakers and handed them over to Bryce, “Thanks buddy.”

“Whatever,” Chuck said as he folded his arms. The air con in this elevator was working overtime and he was freezing.

Bryce smiled, “Do me a favour and tell John I’m sorry for what I did to him.”

“If you’re so sorry, tell him yourself,” Chuck snapped.

“He’ll only try to shoot me again.”

Chuck raised an eyebrow at that, realising for the first time that it had been Casey who had killed Bryce in the first place. No wonder he hadn’t wanted to talk about it.

“Well, I have to run,” Bryce said as he finished with the laces on his stolen sneakers, “And ah, sorry again,” he said before grabbing Chuck and stabbing him in the neck with the needle.

The last thing Chuck saw before everything went black was the elevator doors opening and Bryce disappearing through them with his beloved sneakers.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“Bryce stop!”

“Shhh, he’s gone. Your safe.”

Chuck opened his eyes slowly and looked up to see Casey staring down at him in what could only be described as a caring manner.

“My head feels fuzzy,” Chuck said.

Casey smiled, “That’s to be expected,” he said, “How’s your neck? You got stabbed with a pretty big needle.”

Chuck thought about it, “It’s okay,” he said, “It’s just a little bit achey.”

Casey nodded, “Well if it gets worse, let me know and I can give you something for it.”

“Where am I?” Chuck asked, realising he wasn’t in his own bed.

“My place,” Casey told him as he picked up a glass of water and helped Chuck sit up so he could drink from it.

“What about your Mom?”

“What about her?”

“Won’t she wonder why I’m here and not in my own bed?”

“She flew back to Washington about four hours ago with Bryce. We apprehended him before he got out the front door,” Casey explained, “Took out his knees,” he added with a grin, “And besides, it was her idea. Said that we should use it as an opportunity to ‘get back together’.”

Chuck smiled dopily, “I like the sound of that,” he said as he took hold of Casey’s hand.

Casey snorted and brushed the hair out of Chuck’s eyes with his free hand, “Not gonna happen Bartowski,” he said.

“But...”

“You’re about to pass out again,” Casey told him with a soft squeeze of his hand.

And he was right. As soon as Casey had said it, Chuck felt his eyes getting droopy again. He was just able to whisper the word ‘stay’ before he fell back into a deep sleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~

When he woke up the second time it was dark outside and Casey was snuggled up beside him, a strong arm wrapped around him to keep him in place. Chuck gently turned to look at him, trying his best to be careful not to wake him. But he wasn’t so lucky. As soon as he settled down to watch Casey sleep, Casey’s eyes popped open.

“Hey. How you feeling?” he asked quietly, pulling Chuck closer.

“Kind of, wide awake,” Chuck told him.

Casey looked over his shoulder at his alarm clock and then back to Chuck, “Could be cause you slept for fourteen hours.”

“I did?” Chuck asked in surprise.

“Yup,” Casey nodded slightly before looking Chuck directly in the eye. They lay there for what seemed like forever in silence, using the moonlight to stare into each other’s eyes.

“What about you?” Chuck asked him eventually.

“What about me?” Casey frowned.

“How are you feeling? What with Bryce being alive and all.”

Casey cleared his throat and averted his eyes slightly, “I told you before that me and Bryce were finished over a year ago. Seeing him today, well I was more concerned about you. I wasn’t really thinking about him.”

At hearing that Chuck’s insides did a summersault of excitement, but his curiosity got the better of him, “Why did you shoot him?” he asked.

“He’s an enemy of the United States,” Casey explained, “I’d shoot any enemy of our country. It didn’t really make a difference that I once had feelings for him. He was dangerous and needed to stopped. I’d shoot him again if I could, except that would mean leaving you here and so that’s not going to happen.”

Chuck nodded and settled a hand on Casey’s shoulder, slightly surprised when Casey didn’t shove him off. Instead Casey brought his eyes back up to stare into Chuck’s again.

“John?” Chuck asked.

“Yeah?” Casey answered, looking slightly surprised that Chuck had used his first name. He never called him John when they were on their own. But he had to confess, he kind of liked it.

“What you said in the warehouse. Did you mean it?”

“Every word,” Casey admitted.

Again a silence fell over them before Chuck decided to make his move and nervously pressed his lips against Casey’s. When he pulled back, Casey was studying him closely.

“Chuck I...”

“Shh,” Chuck said as he placed a finger on Casey’s lips, “I know, this is probably the epitome of unprofessionalism, but I can’t get you out of my head. And when I’m with you, all I want to do is kiss you as hard as I can and not let go.”

Casey didn’t say anything for a second before he brought his hand up from Chuck’s waist and thread his hand into his hair, pulling him down into a soft kiss. Chuck took the initiative and deepened the kiss whilst rolling them both so that Casey was lying on his back with Chuck on top of him.

Chuck let his hands glide down Casey’s body, loving the rough feeling of hair under his palms. When he got to Casey’s waist, his breath hitched slightly, “What?” Chuck asked as he pulled back, slightly worried.

“Nothing,” Casey said with a shake of his head, “I’m just kind of sensitive there.”

Chuck grinned, “You’re ticklish,” he said, skimming his fingers over his waist again.

“Shut up,” Casey said before pulling Chuck back down into another kiss. Chuck couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, especially as Casey’s breath kept hitching every time his hands moved over his waist.

Soon though, Casey lost patience with his game and spun them so that it was Chuck lying on his back with his hands pinned above his head. Chuck welcomed the move by grinding his hips against Casey’s ever so slightly. Casey groaned and instead of leaning down to kiss Chuck again, he pulled his t-shirt off, throwing it over his shoulder where it landed on the drawers behind him. Chuck noted happily that it was the ‘ride a soldier’ t-shirt. His favourite. Casey must have put it on him.

However, his attention was soon brought back away from the t-shirt as Casey leaned down and started to nibble along his collar bone. Chuck tried to stretch his neck up to get Casey to nibble there, but as he did so he was reminded as to why Casey wasn’t doing so already. It still hurt from where Bryce had injected him in the neck. Casey seemed to notice this and placed a calming kiss on Chuck’s forehead, and then one on his nose and then he was working his way down Chuck’s body.

Chuck gasped slightly when he felt Casey teasing his nipples with his tongue. God it felt good. And then his hands were moving down to the waistband of Chuck’s underwear and gently teasing it down off his hips. Casey looked up and into Chuck’s eyes to get permission from him before removing the underwear completely. Chuck gave his permission by raising his hips off the bed slightly, allowing Casey to slide them all the way down his long legs.

The boxers ended up with the t-shirt and then Casey was kissing his way up Chuck’s thighs, lavishing them with affection before finally situating himself just above Chuck’s crotch. Chuck watched him closely as he slowly licked his way up Chuck’s shaft, causing him to shiver in the most delightful way.

Chuck couldn’t stop himself, his hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it crept up and began to stroke Casey’s hair gently. Casey though, seemed to like it as he didn’t push him off or stop what he was doing. Instead he pushed forward and took Chuck deep into his mouth, swallowing him deep before sucking him hard all the way back out.

“God John,” Chuck hissed as he felt his eyes roll back in his head. He was sure he was about to burst. He had never felt anything like this in his life and it was driving him mad.

Casey took Chuck’s sounds of pleasure as a good sign and began sucking on him vigorously. He waited until Chuck’s breathing started to get really out of control and he felt his thigh muscles underneath his hands tighten before he stopped.

“Why did you stop?” Chuck asked in confusion.

“Cause I don’t want you to come yet,” Casey explained with a cheeky smile as he crept back up Chuck’s body.

“Don’t I get a say in it?”

“Nope,” Casey said before leaning down and pulling Chuck into a deep kiss.

Chuck had never been more desperate to come in his life and so he quickly pushed Casey’s underwear off his hips. Casey pulled back from the kiss and finished the job for him before leaning back down. They frantically kissed each other for another few minutes, Chuck trying to create friction between their hips, Casey stopping him. Eventually though Chuck lost his patience.

“John. I need you in me now,” he pleaded.

Casey nodded and climbed off him. He quickly grabbed something from the top drawer, knocking Chuck’s underwear to the floor as he did so before falling back down onto the bed and onto Chuck. As he kissed Chuck again, he gently manoeuvred them so that they were both lying on their sides, Chuck with his back flush against his chest.

Somehow, Casey was able to pull on the condom and lube up his fingers without looking as his lips never once left Chuck’s, not until he slipped a finger inside.

Chuck gasped at the sudden coldness, but welcomed the feeling as he knew it would lead to more. Soon though, Casey had three fingers in him, doing his best to stretch him whilst gently nudging his prostate. Again Chuck thought he was about to explode, but just as his climax began to build, Casey withdrew his hand.

Slightly disappointed, Chuck growled in annoyance (something he had picked up from spending so much time with Casey), but as he felt the head of Casey’s dick gently begin to push in to him, he soon forgot about his missed climax and concentrated on allowing Casey to bury himself deep within him.

Once he was fully inside Chuck, Casey reached a hand down and pulled his leg up slightly so that he had better access. And as he pulled out and pushed back in the benefit of this position change was obvious in the loud moan that escaped Chuck’s lips. Casey smiled slightly to himself and placed a kiss on Chuck’s shoulder.

Feeling Casey’s lips on his skin again, Chuck leaned back, twisting slightly so that he could kiss him back. Casey seemed to catch on quick and leaned over, capturing Chuck’s lips in his own.

As he kissed Chuck, he continued to move in and out of him, massaging his prostate on every forward stroke. Before long, Chuck’s breath began to speed up and he began pushing back against Casey as hard as he could.

Unable to carry on kissing Chuck and keep up the momentum they both craved, Casey pulled back slightly, gripped on tight to Chuck’s raised leg and began to pound in and out of him as fast and as hard as he could.

Chuck gasped again losing his grip on the sheets where he’d been trying to push back against Casey as hard as he could. But that didn’t matter, as not long after he felt his climax that had been building all night wash through his body, making him shiver and go completely limp.

The sound and feel of Chuck coming was enough to push Casey over the edge. His hips stilled and he let go of Chuck’s leg as he felt pleasure travel through him.

They lay there, Casey half lying on top of Chuck, their sweat mingling as they both tried to get their breath back. Eventually though, Casey pulled out of Chuck and turned round. He pulled the condom off and put it in the bin that was sitting next to his laundry basket.

“You okay?” he asked as he turned back round to see Chuck lying on his back staring up at him.

“Never been better,” Chuck said with a smile as he stroked a hand through Casey’s hair.

Casey smiled slightly and placed a soft kiss on the palm of his hand. Chuck breathed deeply at the feel of the extremely intimate act before sitting up to meet Casey’s lips. Casey leaned forward and placed his hands on Chuck’s hips as Chuck wrapped a gentle hand around his neck to hold him in place.

“Where are you going?” Chuck asked as Casey pulled back and stood up.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said as he put his hand out for Chuck to take and pulled him to his feet too, “We however, are going for a shower.”

“Are we?”

“Yup,” Casey nodded, “Plus you know, whilst we’re on there, maybe I’ll finish that blow job I started.”

Chuck grinned and practically raced Casey to the bathroom.

TBC