Sibling Revelry
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1 through F › Chuck
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
4,914
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the television series that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chuck
Chapter Pairing: John/Chuck
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After a long day telling customers that they’re always right there’s nothing he loves more than to come home and plop down on his bed, prolonging gratification by staring at his X-Box and making himself wait a few moments before lunging forward and turning it on to play the newest game. The tips of his fingers have been tingling all day because he, Charles Erving Bartowski, has managed to get ahold of the last copy of Halo 3 in Buy More. Oh, yes. The anticipation that rushes through him at this moment – the moment right before he hurtles off the bed and towards the shrink-wrapped case – is close to the sensation of the most satisfying orgasm he’s ever had.
In other words, it’s just like what happened last night when he reserved Halo 3 online.
Chuck is about to go for the package when a flailing hand strikes something half-buried among the stack of laundry Ellie has placed there for him. “What…?” Digging out the whatever-it-is, he finds himself holding Sarah’s phone. Chuck places it on the desk in front of his computer, and stares at it determinedly – Halo 3 lies forgotten in his chair. “I will not open her phone and look at the address book. I will not open her phone…” Chuck glances around as if she might be standing right behind him. “I’m gonna open her phone and look at the address book.”
Flipping it open quickly – he can always say that it just fell on the floor like that – Chuck is quickly sidetracked from finding out his fake girlfriend’s deepest darkest secrets (because he’s always suspected that she keeps Dunkin Donuts on speed dial) by the photo the beautiful CIA agent has set as her phone’s background.
Omigod. “Oh. My. God.” He repeats it aloud because simply thinking it isn’t enough. Sarah’s phone is in his grasp, she has a new background picture, and the picture is of Casey in his boxers. Handcuffed to a bed. Chuck’s tempted to take the Lord’s name in vain once again not just because the image of the huge NSA agent is startling, but because it’s turning him on just a little. Okay, okay. It’s turning him on a lot. He climbs back on the bed slowly, his eyes moving from the silk scarf gagging Casey down to the white tee that’s rucked up slightly to display a well-sculpted abdomen, down to the boxer shorts with…are those four leaf clovers? Remembering Karina’s parting comment to the big man, Chuck has to grin – yup, four leaf clovers.
Settling back on the bed, Chuck hits a button on the phone to keep the LCD display lit up as he transfers it to his left hand. His right hand is busily rubbing over the zipper of his pants, and his mind is carefully ignoring the murderous gleam in Casey’s eyes as Chuck begins to imagine how it might be like if he had a chance to tie the big man to his own bed.
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John Casey heads over to the Awesome/Bartowski residence ostensibly to tell Chuck about their newest op, but he’s really going in the hopes that he’ll scare the crap out of the kid – not the most professional of attitudes, but sometimes you had to make your own fun. The lights are on inside Chuck’s bedroom, so John gets up to the window and reaches for the blinds to stretch them wide. Again, this is totally unnecessary but it seems to annoy the younger man, so that’s why he does it. John’s about to pull the blinds apart and yell inside, but a familiar sound stops him. You gotta be shittin’ me – he’s in there with someone? Bet he’s just watching porn.
Opening the blinds wider, he cocks his head for a better view inside and sees Bartowski sprawled out on his bed jerking off. The kid’s head is thrown back, but he’s holding something with his other hand and looks up at it every so often. John shakes his head – it figures he’s getting off while holding a cell phone; all those Nerd Herd people are weird as shit. Probably a new model or something.
He rests his forearms on the window sill and continues watching the movement of Chuck’s right hand, enjoying the tightening sensation between his legs – ever since getting this damned babysitting job, he’s had precious little time to get any action of his own besides the odd customer or two who come into Buy More looking for a little more than a wide-screen TV. Well, there was that time when Big Mike sent him to pick up more cables from another store and he got some from the assistant manager…but that doesn’t really count. The damn X-Box in Chuck Bartowski’s bedroom gets more play than he does.
The fleeting thought that maybe he shouldn’t stay here watching enters his mind, but John shakes it loose immediately. Fuck that, he’s watching and it’s a hell of a lot better than the reruns of The Golden Girls they’re showing on Nick at Nite even if it’s Bartowski getting his rocks off at new technological developments. Chuck’s starting to make some noise and John slips a hand down to rub at his own crotch; there’s nothing wrong with the occasional circle-jerk, even if the kid has no idea he’s being watched. He figures he’ll wait until Chuck finishes himself off before going back to his own place to pull it out and get to work…it was enough of an embarrassment to be caught handcuffed to the bed when that DEA bitch had tricked him. Again.
The moans are growing louder and louder, and Chuck’s fist is working his cock faster and faster until the kid lets loose a bellow that John is, quite frankly, slightly awed by – he’d figure Chuck would be more of a squealer - and the door to the room crashes open just as Chuck comes all over the damned place. “Hey, you all right dude? I heard-whooooa.” Morgan claps both hands over his eyes and staggers backwards. “Sorry, man!”
“Morgan! ” Chuck’s mortified yell nearly makes John lose his grip on the sill and amusement wells up inside him so sharply it’s nearly all he can do to keep from announcing his presence by hooting with laughter.
A crimson-faced Chuck flounders around trying to clean up, fasten his pants, and stand up all at the same time. “Dude, I just came over because you had Halo 3 and- oh hey, Ellie… how’re you do-”
“What’s going on in here? I heard yelling,” Chuck’s sister exclaims, putting her hands on her hips. “Morgan, go away.” She bustles in and scowls at the once-neat pile of laundry. “Chuck, what did you do? I just folded these…” John watches curiously as she reaches for the discarded phone and stares at it. “This is…this…” Ellie stutters, “This is Sarah’s phone…right?”
If Chuck’s face could get any redder, he might explode. “It fell open like that!”
“I’ll just take it out to put it in the charger,” Ellie says hurriedly. “You can take it to her tomorrow at work.”
As the door closes behind her and Chuck drops his head into his hands, John stares inside the room thoughtfully. Maybe he’ll circle around to see what the deal is with that phone…
tbc…
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After a long day telling customers that they’re always right there’s nothing he loves more than to come home and plop down on his bed, prolonging gratification by staring at his X-Box and making himself wait a few moments before lunging forward and turning it on to play the newest game. The tips of his fingers have been tingling all day because he, Charles Erving Bartowski, has managed to get ahold of the last copy of Halo 3 in Buy More. Oh, yes. The anticipation that rushes through him at this moment – the moment right before he hurtles off the bed and towards the shrink-wrapped case – is close to the sensation of the most satisfying orgasm he’s ever had.
In other words, it’s just like what happened last night when he reserved Halo 3 online.
Chuck is about to go for the package when a flailing hand strikes something half-buried among the stack of laundry Ellie has placed there for him. “What…?” Digging out the whatever-it-is, he finds himself holding Sarah’s phone. Chuck places it on the desk in front of his computer, and stares at it determinedly – Halo 3 lies forgotten in his chair. “I will not open her phone and look at the address book. I will not open her phone…” Chuck glances around as if she might be standing right behind him. “I’m gonna open her phone and look at the address book.”
Flipping it open quickly – he can always say that it just fell on the floor like that – Chuck is quickly sidetracked from finding out his fake girlfriend’s deepest darkest secrets (because he’s always suspected that she keeps Dunkin Donuts on speed dial) by the photo the beautiful CIA agent has set as her phone’s background.
Omigod. “Oh. My. God.” He repeats it aloud because simply thinking it isn’t enough. Sarah’s phone is in his grasp, she has a new background picture, and the picture is of Casey in his boxers. Handcuffed to a bed. Chuck’s tempted to take the Lord’s name in vain once again not just because the image of the huge NSA agent is startling, but because it’s turning him on just a little. Okay, okay. It’s turning him on a lot. He climbs back on the bed slowly, his eyes moving from the silk scarf gagging Casey down to the white tee that’s rucked up slightly to display a well-sculpted abdomen, down to the boxer shorts with…are those four leaf clovers? Remembering Karina’s parting comment to the big man, Chuck has to grin – yup, four leaf clovers.
Settling back on the bed, Chuck hits a button on the phone to keep the LCD display lit up as he transfers it to his left hand. His right hand is busily rubbing over the zipper of his pants, and his mind is carefully ignoring the murderous gleam in Casey’s eyes as Chuck begins to imagine how it might be like if he had a chance to tie the big man to his own bed.
John Casey heads over to the Awesome/Bartowski residence ostensibly to tell Chuck about their newest op, but he’s really going in the hopes that he’ll scare the crap out of the kid – not the most professional of attitudes, but sometimes you had to make your own fun. The lights are on inside Chuck’s bedroom, so John gets up to the window and reaches for the blinds to stretch them wide. Again, this is totally unnecessary but it seems to annoy the younger man, so that’s why he does it. John’s about to pull the blinds apart and yell inside, but a familiar sound stops him. You gotta be shittin’ me – he’s in there with someone? Bet he’s just watching porn.
Opening the blinds wider, he cocks his head for a better view inside and sees Bartowski sprawled out on his bed jerking off. The kid’s head is thrown back, but he’s holding something with his other hand and looks up at it every so often. John shakes his head – it figures he’s getting off while holding a cell phone; all those Nerd Herd people are weird as shit. Probably a new model or something.
He rests his forearms on the window sill and continues watching the movement of Chuck’s right hand, enjoying the tightening sensation between his legs – ever since getting this damned babysitting job, he’s had precious little time to get any action of his own besides the odd customer or two who come into Buy More looking for a little more than a wide-screen TV. Well, there was that time when Big Mike sent him to pick up more cables from another store and he got some from the assistant manager…but that doesn’t really count. The damn X-Box in Chuck Bartowski’s bedroom gets more play than he does.
The fleeting thought that maybe he shouldn’t stay here watching enters his mind, but John shakes it loose immediately. Fuck that, he’s watching and it’s a hell of a lot better than the reruns of The Golden Girls they’re showing on Nick at Nite even if it’s Bartowski getting his rocks off at new technological developments. Chuck’s starting to make some noise and John slips a hand down to rub at his own crotch; there’s nothing wrong with the occasional circle-jerk, even if the kid has no idea he’s being watched. He figures he’ll wait until Chuck finishes himself off before going back to his own place to pull it out and get to work…it was enough of an embarrassment to be caught handcuffed to the bed when that DEA bitch had tricked him. Again.
The moans are growing louder and louder, and Chuck’s fist is working his cock faster and faster until the kid lets loose a bellow that John is, quite frankly, slightly awed by – he’d figure Chuck would be more of a squealer - and the door to the room crashes open just as Chuck comes all over the damned place. “Hey, you all right dude? I heard-whooooa.” Morgan claps both hands over his eyes and staggers backwards. “Sorry, man!”
“Morgan! ” Chuck’s mortified yell nearly makes John lose his grip on the sill and amusement wells up inside him so sharply it’s nearly all he can do to keep from announcing his presence by hooting with laughter.
A crimson-faced Chuck flounders around trying to clean up, fasten his pants, and stand up all at the same time. “Dude, I just came over because you had Halo 3 and- oh hey, Ellie… how’re you do-”
“What’s going on in here? I heard yelling,” Chuck’s sister exclaims, putting her hands on her hips. “Morgan, go away.” She bustles in and scowls at the once-neat pile of laundry. “Chuck, what did you do? I just folded these…” John watches curiously as she reaches for the discarded phone and stares at it. “This is…this…” Ellie stutters, “This is Sarah’s phone…right?”
If Chuck’s face could get any redder, he might explode. “It fell open like that!”
“I’ll just take it out to put it in the charger,” Ellie says hurriedly. “You can take it to her tomorrow at work.”
As the door closes behind her and Chuck drops his head into his hands, John stares inside the room thoughtfully. Maybe he’ll circle around to see what the deal is with that phone…
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