Entry tags:
Fic: Pretending for beginners | Chuck Bartowski/John Casey | Chuck | PG
Fandom: Chuck
Pairing: Chuck Bartowski/John Casey
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nea
Rating: PG
Author's note: Thanks to the always awesomestarsandseas for the beta, her support and just for being her usual awesome self.
Warnings: AU
Word count: ~ 900
Disclaimer: The characters are Josh Schwartz's, Chris Fedak's and each other's, but the AU is mine
Title: Pretending for beginners
Having the government's secrets stored in his head and suddenly being important enough for the CIA and the NSA to send agents for his protection was overwhelming enough, but Chuck would probably be able to handle it; lying to his family and friends was an entirely different matter.
"Tell them nothing to keep them safe." Sarah had said. "I'll be your girlfriend, just for cover, to be able to protect you better."
So he had to tell them. "This might be a problem. My preferences have changed since Stanford..." They want it to look real, after all and Chuck really didn't want to tell more lies than necessary.
"Oh..." Sarah noded, exchanging glances with Casey, who just snorted.
But they understood. Even Casey, though he expressed it with a shrugged growl and a sarcastic remark.
So, now, after a briefing with General Beckman – or, for the rest of the world, a date – they are approaching the fountain centered in the yard of their apartment complex and Casey's palm on Chuck's neck stops him immediately.
"Wha-what are you doing, Casey?" he stutters, looking at him, confused.
"Keeping up my cover," Casey says matter of factly. "Someone's watching us from your apartment. Don't look!" He adds the last sentence in a quiet voice.
"Who's watching?" Chuck wants to know, turning around to see what's going on, but Casey's other hand is on the side of Chuck's neck now, making that impossible. "Fulcrum? Other bad guys? Is my family okay?"
"It's your sister, moron, so relax", Casey orders. "I wouldn't just stand here placidly if I thought you could be in danger."
"Oh..." Chuck relaxes a little, suddenly becoming aware of Casey's palm on the side of his neck, warm and solid. "It's our third date, and since she has no idea it's fake, she's probably just curious..."
Casey just hmm's a little at that, or maybe it's a low growl - you just never know with him – and suddenly one of his hands is on Chuck's hip, pulling him closer.
"Just play along with me." Casey leans in and his whispered words brush Chuck's ear and neck, making him shiver.
"Do they teach you that in spy school?" His voice's somewhat hoarse because his throat feels dry suddenly.
"Shut up and do something constructive, Bartowski." Casey snorts. "This isn't a one-man-show."
"That would really be weird." Chuck places his hand somewhat awkwardly along Casey's ribs and suddenly notices how they must look to other people.
They are standing way too close, their hips are practically touching, and Casey's lips are almost brushing his ear. From the right (or the wrong) perspective or angle it might even look like they were kissing.
"You're really good at this." Chuck decides too late that it's not a very good idea to say that aloud, but he needs to distract himself from the thought that if he turn his head just a little, they would really be kissing.
"Well, I wished I could say the same about you..." Casey sighs.
Casey really is good. And he doesn't even likes Chuck. Which doesn't matter, because Casey isn't his type in the first place. Chuck never thought he even had a type, but he is sure, if he had one, it certainly wouldn't be Casey. They have nothing in common. Deadly physics aren't enough. Sure, the sex would be amazing, but...
"Oh, God!" Chuck mumbles, letting go of Casey. Where does that thought came from? "I have to go now. Computer emergency."
"Now?" Casey raises an eyebrow. "Are you on call?"
"Yes!" Chuck nods a few times. "And no." he adds, walking over to the apartment he shares with his sister and her boyfriend. "I'm not on call, but it's my own computer. You know how it is: always fixing other peoples stuff leaves no time for your own... See you tomorrow at the Buy More?"
"As usual." Casey's watching him closely, as Chuck's standing at the door, getting his keys.
"Good night, Casey" Chuck stops himself before he can wish sweet dreams to the agent, unlocks the door in a hurry and sneaks inside.
"Hi, Chuck, how was your date?" Ellie beams at him happily, as soon as he closes it again. "Are you okay?" she adds after a moment.
Probably because he looks slightly freaked out. At least that's how he feels. It's probably written all over his face that he's thinking about having sex with John Casey.
"Great!" He tries to beam back. Luckily for him Ellie has no mind-reading abilities. "Have you been watching us?"
"Oh no!" She shakes her head, blushing. "I was just passing the window, when I saw you and John and... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"I would be curious, too," Chuck admits. His sister has always been so supportive, he didn't mean to make her feel uncomfortable.
"He seems like a great guy." She smiles again, a question hiding behind her words.
"Yeah, he does" Chuck nods. "I mean, he is..."
"I'm so glad, Chuck." Ellie squeezes his arm, when she walks over to the couch. "You really deserve someone great."
He smiles back and suddenly hopes, the gentle Casey he had seen a moment ago wasn't entirely a fake one.
Pairing: Chuck Bartowski/John Casey
Author:
neaRating: PG
Author's note: Thanks to the always awesome
starsandseas for the beta, her support and just for being her usual awesome self.Warnings: AU
Word count: ~ 900
Disclaimer: The characters are Josh Schwartz's, Chris Fedak's and each other's, but the AU is mine
Title: Pretending for beginners
Having the government's secrets stored in his head and suddenly being important enough for the CIA and the NSA to send agents for his protection was overwhelming enough, but Chuck would probably be able to handle it; lying to his family and friends was an entirely different matter.
"Tell them nothing to keep them safe." Sarah had said. "I'll be your girlfriend, just for cover, to be able to protect you better."
So he had to tell them. "This might be a problem. My preferences have changed since Stanford..." They want it to look real, after all and Chuck really didn't want to tell more lies than necessary.
"Oh..." Sarah noded, exchanging glances with Casey, who just snorted.
But they understood. Even Casey, though he expressed it with a shrugged growl and a sarcastic remark.
So, now, after a briefing with General Beckman – or, for the rest of the world, a date – they are approaching the fountain centered in the yard of their apartment complex and Casey's palm on Chuck's neck stops him immediately.
"Wha-what are you doing, Casey?" he stutters, looking at him, confused.
"Keeping up my cover," Casey says matter of factly. "Someone's watching us from your apartment. Don't look!" He adds the last sentence in a quiet voice.
"Who's watching?" Chuck wants to know, turning around to see what's going on, but Casey's other hand is on the side of Chuck's neck now, making that impossible. "Fulcrum? Other bad guys? Is my family okay?"
"It's your sister, moron, so relax", Casey orders. "I wouldn't just stand here placidly if I thought you could be in danger."
"Oh..." Chuck relaxes a little, suddenly becoming aware of Casey's palm on the side of his neck, warm and solid. "It's our third date, and since she has no idea it's fake, she's probably just curious..."
Casey just hmm's a little at that, or maybe it's a low growl - you just never know with him – and suddenly one of his hands is on Chuck's hip, pulling him closer.
"Just play along with me." Casey leans in and his whispered words brush Chuck's ear and neck, making him shiver.
"Do they teach you that in spy school?" His voice's somewhat hoarse because his throat feels dry suddenly.
"Shut up and do something constructive, Bartowski." Casey snorts. "This isn't a one-man-show."
"That would really be weird." Chuck places his hand somewhat awkwardly along Casey's ribs and suddenly notices how they must look to other people.
They are standing way too close, their hips are practically touching, and Casey's lips are almost brushing his ear. From the right (or the wrong) perspective or angle it might even look like they were kissing.
"You're really good at this." Chuck decides too late that it's not a very good idea to say that aloud, but he needs to distract himself from the thought that if he turn his head just a little, they would really be kissing.
"Well, I wished I could say the same about you..." Casey sighs.
Casey really is good. And he doesn't even likes Chuck. Which doesn't matter, because Casey isn't his type in the first place. Chuck never thought he even had a type, but he is sure, if he had one, it certainly wouldn't be Casey. They have nothing in common. Deadly physics aren't enough. Sure, the sex would be amazing, but...
"Oh, God!" Chuck mumbles, letting go of Casey. Where does that thought came from? "I have to go now. Computer emergency."
"Now?" Casey raises an eyebrow. "Are you on call?"
"Yes!" Chuck nods a few times. "And no." he adds, walking over to the apartment he shares with his sister and her boyfriend. "I'm not on call, but it's my own computer. You know how it is: always fixing other peoples stuff leaves no time for your own... See you tomorrow at the Buy More?"
"As usual." Casey's watching him closely, as Chuck's standing at the door, getting his keys.
"Good night, Casey" Chuck stops himself before he can wish sweet dreams to the agent, unlocks the door in a hurry and sneaks inside.
"Hi, Chuck, how was your date?" Ellie beams at him happily, as soon as he closes it again. "Are you okay?" she adds after a moment.
Probably because he looks slightly freaked out. At least that's how he feels. It's probably written all over his face that he's thinking about having sex with John Casey.
"Great!" He tries to beam back. Luckily for him Ellie has no mind-reading abilities. "Have you been watching us?"
"Oh no!" She shakes her head, blushing. "I was just passing the window, when I saw you and John and... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"I would be curious, too," Chuck admits. His sister has always been so supportive, he didn't mean to make her feel uncomfortable.
"He seems like a great guy." She smiles again, a question hiding behind her words.
"Yeah, he does" Chuck nods. "I mean, he is..."
"I'm so glad, Chuck." Ellie squeezes his arm, when she walks over to the couch. "You really deserve someone great."
He smiles back and suddenly hopes, the gentle Casey he had seen a moment ago wasn't entirely a fake one.