“So, Prague?” Even though he’s initiated the conversation with Casey, Chuck finds himself drifting.
Prague is the capital and largest city of the Czech Republic. Its official name is hlavní mesto Praha, meaning the Capital City of Prague.
Situated on the River Vltava in central Bohemia, Prague has been the political, cultural, and economic center of the Czech state for over 1100 years. The city proper is home to nearly 1.2 million people, while its metropolitan area is estimated to have a population of over 1.9 million.
Then he disconnects from the Intersect because it’s boring and also…“Do you guys use Wiki as reference because this stuff looks totally familiar? I liked gaming and computer tech, but I also studied economic history of Europe and…”
“You would’ve.” Casey stares at him over the brim of his cappuccino. “Bet you also voted for Kerry huh? If you were old enough.”
Chuck doesn’t want to answer, mostly because he is a Democrat and also there are other, more important things on his mind.
“I w-was old enough and I could, right now, be having lunch with Sarah and staring at her wiener.”
That sounds wrong. That sounds so very Morganly wrong.
Casey doesn’t say the obvious answer, but he thinks it. He thinks it with every tooth in that toothy grin, with every wicked line on that experienced face, and Chuck droops… in every way but the important one.
“SowhathappenedinPrague?” he babbles incoherently.
“’98 or ’06?” comes the viper-like answer that throws Chuck completely.
“O6,” he says, sure of himself, almost certain that Carina wouldn’t be a field agent in ’98. Almost. He could cry because he trusts nothing… except Morgan and that’s pathetic and also irrelevant because Morgan has never been to Prague. Has he?
“Remind me to tell you on stake out.” Casey slips out of the booth, squeezing Chuck’s shoulder on the way past.
“Stake out?”
“Casey?”
"CASEY?"
~~~
Stake out. Chuck’s in the Hummer with Casey. Did he not give back the stolen car? There’s plenty enough room for two, or possibly five secret agents, in the front, but somehow he appears to be jammed thigh to firm manly thigh with the N.S.A. man.
“How long do we wait?” he mutters.
“Until something happens,” answers Casey, giving him that what-the-fuck look that Chuck’s grown to think of as being affectionate.
“So w-what happened in Prague?” he stutters, “In ’06,” he adds to clarify matters because Casey is a stickler for detail.
“The boring crap or the part you wanna hear?” growls Casey with a sudden grin that makes Chuck’s crotch tingle.
“The part without the pants,” elucidates Chuck.
Casey does this low throaty sighing sound. The exact sound he made outside the apartment building when they’d first bumped into Carina. Chuck tries not to let it affect him the way it did then, but it’s too late.
“Well, there was me and Sarah, as you know her, and Carina, as you know her-“
“I get the super secret agent thing,” interrupts Chuck. He’s feeling a little emboldened now, but the sudden slap to his leg quells his bravado.
“There was an incident and somehow me and Sarah ended up cuffed to this bed in a hotel room wearing our underwear.”
“How?”
“How don’t really matter. It’s the ‘what comes next’ that’s the important thing.”
“So so so wha’ comes nex’?”
The tightening in his pants appears to have caused loss of some consonants in Chuck’s vocabulary.
“Carina’s wearing this tight black dress. She looks at me, shimmying the way she does, you know?”
Chuck nods because he knows, oh he knows it well.
“Then she hikes her skirt up and straddles me and, fuck, if my dick isn’t about to explode, but she just slides across the bed until she’s kneeling over Sarah instead.”
Casey frowns and Chuck empathises… not that he’s ever had two gorgeous women in bed choosing each other over him, but he can imagine.
“Sarah arches up and Carina's unfastening Sarah’s brassiere and then she has that pretty bitch mouth on Sarah’s nipple and she's licking her with that little pink cat tongue and I can tell you I’m swearing under my breath like shit and struggling against the cuffs, but they won’t fucking give.”
Jeebus! Chuck ignores the urge to come in his pants because that wouldn’t make for spy material, nor Buy More manager material for that matter.
“So then?” he mutters casually like his whole world isn’t going boom boom wheee in his head. That’s an almost orgasm for those who are reading who aren’t vaguely effeminate geek men who work for a big brand chain store.
“While she’s tonguing Sarah’s tits, the bitch slides the fingers of her right hand down Sarah’s body, which is half-way decent in case you hadn’t noticed.” Chucks nods a lot. “Then she dives into those black lace panties. I can see her dig deep into Sarah’s pussy to wet her fingers then she’s circling over Sarah’s clit until the girl’s making the most fucking outrageous sounds.”
Chuck’s staring at the self-satisfied look on Casey’s face--because just hearing this is the stuff of fantasy--and he’s resisting urges right now, so many urges.
“So it doesn’t take long for Sarah to get off on it--she’s a feisty one, that’s for sure--then Carina looks at me and puts her fingers in my mouth letting me taste Sarah’s come. Man, that pretty girl flavour gets me harder than ever and when Carina pulls my shorts down I’m about ready to shoot in her face. I don’t though. Too much pride, I guess. Her mouth is so hot--tight and wild like she is--and she sucks me hard like she can’t wait to get me off until it becomes like a battle between us. I’m tugging at the cuffs, mostly because I want to fuck her and get my hands on Sarah, but she just smiles at me ‘round a mouthful of my dick and shakes her head. Next thing I know she’s sitting up and sliding a condom over me then she’s fucking the shit out of me. The girl can screw like a polecat.”
Chuck’s so hard by now, wriggling in his seat trying to disguise his erection, which is pushing up--like the pole in that polecat--between his thighs.
“And Sarah?” he gasps.
“Agent 'Walker’’s wet and hot and watching us fuck, her panties are pulled down, her bra’s open and her face is all choked up like she’s gonna get off from just seeing us.”
“So what happens?” asks Chuck, covering his erection with a laptop bag and wishing he’d stayed away from this topic and talked about broken microwaves instead.
“Nothing happens.” Casey shrugs. “I get my rocks off and Carina gets away with the goods and a couple of compromising photos.”
Chucks falls silent. Then he asks the question he knew he shouldn’t have asked.
“SowhathappenedbackatCarina’shotelroom?”
“That’s classified.” Casey smirks at him. “I can demonstrate though.”
Chuck should say no. No. NO. “Okay.”
“Take your pants off and climb on my lap.”
Why is he taking his pants off and straddling Casey’s firm manly thighs? The fact that they’re manly and firm should be a definite warning here.
“So Carina comes part way to getting me off--she has a really hot mouth--then the bitch leaves me and Sarah comes in.
‘Wow! Just like Prague huh?’ she says.
’Oh that’s very very funny, you fucking bitch’ I say, except I’m gagged so I don’t think she gets that part.
‘Except… in Prague she got you off and then she disappeared.’”
Chuck’s not certain why he's unzipping Casey’s pants… okay he is. He’s certain. Since that last unfulfilling time he’s had an urge to find out what that big prick feels like skin against skin.
Casey makes that sighing sound again and he’s looking up at him all dark blue eyes and pouting mouth--kind of wrong for a big mean brute of a man--and Chuck forgets about blonde hair for a while. Okay he’s been on the road to forgetting blondes since that time in the bedroom when…
Oh fuck! Casey’s hand’s are hard like steel. Is steel rough? Anyway, they’re coarse and dirty and good, so good, and they’re touching him and he’s touching John, he's thinking Johnny--Oh fuck, he’s thinking Johnny. Then there's just cocks and fingers and, oh fuck, mouths against mouths, and when Casey makes him come Chuck understands the lure of the spy world.
Oh fuck!
DONE