Casey growled as he stalked Chuck back to the break room. The little nerd flying down the hall to get away from him. Casey sped up and jammed his foot into the door as Chuck fumbled with the lock, closing the door.

"L-l-l-l-look, buddy," Chuck held his hands up and back away from the door as Casey filled it. "if this is about the party last night, we can both agree that I was very drunk and wasn't in my right mind."

"That so?" Casey growled lowly. To anyone who hadn't heard his full collection, that one may have come off as deadly, but in actuality was filed under "horny".

"Y-yeah." Chuck bumped into a table in his escape. "I really didn't mean it. I would never- I mean, don't get me wrong, your' e very… I just… You're not really my…"

"Your what, Chuck? Type?" Casey advanced quickly and backed Chuck up against the counter, slamming a hand next to his asset's head.

"Well…" Chuck started. "It's not that you aren't my type. It's just that… you are very…"

"Intimidating?" Casey leaned his face towards Chuck, keeping the blood lust/fuck lust grimace on.

"You are that," Chuck wet his lips. Casey promised himself right there that the next time that happened, he'd catch it like a fish. "Bu- but it's more along the lines of it was a terrible mistake and I'll never get drunk near you again and I don't want you to kill me."

Chuck squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head away, tensing and getting ready for the blow. It didn't come. He opened his eyes slowly as Casey laughed softly, his nose about four inches away.

"I don't intend to kill you, Chuck. That ship sailed a long time ago." Chuck exhaled. "I have other plans for you, Bartowski."

Chuck cleared his throat as he turned his head to look straight at Casey. He widened his eyes before narrowing them slightly. Casey began to breath evenly through slightly parted lips. He raised his left arm to rest on the wall on the other side of Chuck's head.

"Like what?"

"Well," Casey tilted his head. "What if I didn't mind? What if I thought that that display couldn't possibly be what you think qualifies as a kiss? What happens if I need to show you the proper way?"

Chuck's face turned more trustworthy hearing these words. He smiled a bit, goofy teeth shining through his lips. "I don't know, Casey," he said, wetting his lips once again, "what happens if y-mmpf!"

Casey bent his elbows as he placed his mouth against Chuck's, moving their lips into a lock after a few moments. Chuck's hands came to settle on Casey's shoulders as he was lifted onto the counter.

Long legs wrapped around Casey's midsection as they kissed. Their lips stayed stacked as they tilted heads, rubbing noses. Long fingers began to knead into broad shoulders as a tongue slipped through and tested the waters.

Chuck moaned as Casey's joined his, exploring the new landscape. The two men began to breathe heavily through their smashing noses as their hands and jaws became restless.

Casey dug his hands into Chuck's hips, keeping him from squirming off of the flat surface. Chuck bit Casey's lip in frustration, and got squeezed in a hardening place in return. He tore away from Casey, head back as he jerked his hips forward into Casey's palm.

Casey bit Chuck's chin lightly, rubbing their five-o'clock stubble together as he pulled away. "If you had done it like that last night-sober- you wouldn't've been walking this morning." Casey leered. Chuck jerked his hips forward again, his face beginning to go from fog-covered to lazy and appreciative. Casey squeezed chuck's thigh, running his hand down the young man's leg, before backing away from his adversary.

He kept eye contact with Chuck as his hand drifted down quickly to fix his pants. He winked and turned to walk out of the break room. Everyone else on the sales floor could only wonder what made Casey tolerable for the rest of the day.

Chuck could only guess.