“You were great tonight, Chuck!” Sarah’s shining with pride and Chuck’s struck by this uncomfortable idea that she’s feeling motherly toward him.
“Guys, in case you hadn’t noticed I didn’t exactly do the Kung Fu fighting.”
“I think you do manhandling okay,” growls Casey and Chuck does a classic geek double-take. Did he mean…?
“I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch.” Sarah kisses him on the lips and Chuck absently watches her walk to her car whilst thinking of hot dogs and a very different mouth swallowing them greedily.
“Get in here, Bartowski. Now!”
Oh God! Chuck hears Casey's hushed words and feels an immediate tingling in the area of his shorts.
“For debriefing.”
There’s a hint of a smile and a hint of a wink then somehow Chuck ends up pushed up against the inside of Casey’s front door and his pants are undone even before the lock has snicked shut. He’s wondering how this’ll play out when, all of a sudden, super-mean, super-cool Casey falls to his knees and that mouth starts getting personal with little Chuck, who, by the way, is not so little right now.
Holy Halo 3! Casey knows how to give head. The N.S.A. man has a mouth like a vacuum cleaner, although Chuck has no personal knowledge of what sex with appliances feels like (except for that one time with the electric toothbrush and that never got too intimate.) Casey also has lips that feel inexplicably like silk and Chuck teeters on the edge of ‘shiiiiiit’ for a while then lets his pelvis do the tango and fucks Johnny-John-Casey’s mouth like it’s a familiar fist and not a hot wet orifice belonging to a scary secret agent with a love of crotch rockets.
“I’m gonna… if that’s okay with you, I mean, because I could always…”
Casey just sucks harder so Chuck hangs on to the man’s head and races for the finish line.
Fuck!
Shit!
“Eyowwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”
Afterwards Chuck’s left shuddering against the door, gripping Casey’s ears and he’s wondering, as he’s gulping and trying to keep upright, what’s the right thing to say to a man who’s just blown his brains out.
Casey pulls free from Chuck’s hold then leaps panther-like to his feet. His black cargos are undone and his hard dick is rubbing against Chuck’s spent one.
“Wouldn’t say no to some of the same,” he leers, leaning in until their lips are touching and Chuck can smell that bleachy, kind of lemony scent on the man’s breath. It’s weird but not bad weird and maybe he can be a homo kind of guy.
Sliding down Casey’s body he takes in all that firm, hard sleekness and he almost has his mouth on Casey’s dick when he hears this little gem coming from the major.
“Not that this means shit.”
Major jerk more like. Chuck rolls his eyes. “Yeah ‘cause you’d rather have Afghani warlords bleed your liver,” he says and he’s grinning, but at the same time he’s kinda twisted up inside, trying his hardest to stop wanting Casey.
“Shouldn’t underestimate Afghani warlords.”
Chuck looks upward, not knowing what to expect next.
“They give great head.”
Was that a wink? Casey’s winks make Chuck’s belly flutter in a worrying manner.
“That was a joke by the way.”
Chuck does this awkward laugh and then hides his confusion by burying his mouth in Casey’s crotch. He’s never thought about sucking cock before and his tongue is wafer-dry as he licks up the shaft, but the low moan is encouraging, as is the hip wriggle that follows it.
Bouncing on his toes Chuck mentally prepares. Suppose he can’t do the man-on-man sex. Suppose all the time it turns out that he’s not a gay noob and that really it’s Sarah he’s been wanting all along.
“Come on, kid.”
Getting called kid shouldn’t really make him lean forward and swallow the head of Casey’s dick, but it does. And, even though that cock feels bigger than it looks, it’s a freakily good sensation; like thumb sucking but more substantial and smoother with added slippery seasoning.
He pulls off and bounces some more, staring at Casey’s prick like he’s found the mother lode. “I think I like it,” he says, nodding in agreement with himself. “It tastes like…”
“Can you maybe record the commentary after the blowjob, Bartowski?” snaps Casey, threading the fingers of one hand into Chuck’s hair as he grips his cock with the other and rubs it against Chuck’s lips. “I’d like to get off sometime before my thrilling shift at the Buy More starts tomorrow.”
Dropping to his knees Chuck does as he’s told. It’s not his average type reaction--for a start there’s no words involved--but as he covers his teeth and fills his mouth, mimicking the kind of bitching suction Casey demonstrated earlier, he shivers with excitement and cups Casey’s naked buttock. The muscle tenses beneath his fingers and for some reason he remembers biology classes and thinks ‘gluteus maximus’ over and over in his head while he’s bobbing happily up and down.
He’s so busy making up physiological songs that he hardly notices Casey’s thighs trembling, but he gets more of an idea that something’s about to happen when he's forced back against the door and many inches of cock are thrusting into his throat.
“Atta boy, Chuck.”
Casey’s voice is low and dirty and causes vibrations in the pit of Chuck’s stomach. As those calloused hands rub against his face and tangle into his hair, he quits thinking about general human anatomy and starts enjoying the specific parts that are on offer right now.
Yeah, it’s uncomfortable and probably resembles being smothered by a large Mortadella sausage, but the fact that it’s Casey-John-Johnny who’s doing the smothering somehow makes it good. Sarah’s wieners just aren’t up to this.
“Ooooooof.”
As scary as it may seem, Chuck’s beginning to learn the sound of Casey’s build up to climax. He sucks harder and strokes just below Casey’s balls with a fingertip, listening to deep breathing interspersed with baby moans. Pushing his knuckles against the taut strip of skin, Chuck swallows again and again and hopes he won’t pass out from having his head smashed into the door panel as John Casey comes with his ever-present growl.
Afterwards Chuck blinks. He has a government computer stuck in his head and a government agent’s cock stuck in his mouth and any minute now he’s gonna wake up from the dream.
“Chuck! I know you’re in there.”
This is followed by a violent hammering on the door and Casey looks sympathetically down at him as Ellie’s yelling increases in volume.
Oh god! Please let the dream be over, Chuck prays. Some of it at least.
DONE