REPOST - Happiness Was Never Really Our Success (Chuck, Chuck/Bryce PG)

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I'm reposting this story because of a coding snafu, which cut out, like, seven or eight lines in the middle. (Thank you to everyone who commented before.)


Chuck
Chuck/Bryce
Rated PG
Written for picfor1000

Happiness Was Never Really Our Success






It's not the first drink that causes Chuck's problems. It's more like the fifth or sixth.

Or possibly the seventh.

He stopped counting after that green drink, except this one is orange. He thinks. It looks orange in the lights, until the lights change and then he's lost all over again.

Chuck has no idea what the super tan, shirtless, buff guy standing next to him is saying, something about Chuck's belt he thinks. Chuck just nods along, because Super Tan Man has already bought him three drunks –- drinks –- tonight.

Maybe four.

Chuck can't think very well with the Technicolor lights flashing in his periphery. And the music. Oh god, the music is throbbing in Chuck's head like that headache he gets when Lester and Jeff argue about how awesome Boba Fett was. Is.

Was?

Chuck blames the drinks.

Yes, it's definitely the nice fruity drinks that he keeps getting from the bartender that isn't Casey that are the problem, because Casey is mean, and possibly the worst gay bartender ever.

For a start, Casey refuses to serve Chuck since they're on "assignment." And he keeps hiding in the back –- if Casey ever hid from anybody ever.

Chuck won't even go into what Casey said to the poor little sparkly boy that just wanted a Mai Tai or a boy toy or a -– something.

It's always the fruity drinks that sneak up on you like –- like –-

"Hello, Chuck."

Okay, that was Chuck's seventh drink that's now being crushed under foot by the gyrating couple next to him at the bar. He didn't even know you could do that with your clothes on.

"Chuck," the voice coaxes.

Chuck can feel his face crumpling into that drunken sort of despair that only comes from far too much alcohol and far too many ex-roommate/spies/boyfriend thingys/whatever.

Super Tan Buff Guy frowns. "We were talking, dude," he says. "Get your own."

Chuck just shakes his head. "Oh god, no," he moans. "Not you."

"Is this guy bothering you?" Buff Guy says.

"This guy is his boyfriend," Bryce says flatly. "Maybe the question should be are you bothering him?"

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know he was taken. I don't suppose you share, huh?"

Chuck covers his eyes; he doesn't even want to see this.

"Yeah, didn't think so," Buff Guy says after a moment.

Chuck scowls when Bryce Larkin pulls Chuck's hand away from his eyes. Buff Guy is gone. "You are the worst not-boyfriend ever!" he shouts over the music. "You suck!"

The gyrating couple consider Bryce curiously; Chuck knows he's got this horrified look on his face. "No, not like that!" he corrects.

"Well, then it's a good thing you dumped him, sister!" Gyrating Man A with the neon hot pants says.

"I hate men who are selfish in bed," agrees Gyrating Man B.

Bryce gives the couple his most ingratiating smile. "I assure you I never did anything in bed that Chuck didn't like," he says, before grabbing Chuck by the arm and pulling him away.

"That's totally not true!" Chuck protests, stumbling along and struggling to be heard over the music. "You put this thing in my head, and now look!"

"Oooh, kinky," a voice calls out gaily. "I love a man with a piercing. Can I see?"

"Sorry," Bryce calls over his shoulder. "I don't share."

"Oh my god," Chuck moans, "it keeps getting worse." He casts a desperate look around, hoping, praying for some divine intervention, but Casey is no Jesus, and women, especially ones like Sarah, would be mighty conspicuous at Bubble Night at RAGE.

This is why Chuck is all alone in a sea of writhing gay men, covered in sparkles and -- ah, here comes the bubbles and foam. Chuck pauses as the bubble machines kick in, blowing bubbles everywhere. This club is like Willy Wonka on an acid trip. With a dance soundtrack.

He reaches out to pop a bubble with his finger

Chuck has to give these bad guys credit, he never thought you could run an international drug ring out of a gay club, but there must be something in those drinks to make them so good. Crack. It's probably crack.

They put crack in Krispy Kremes too.

Bryce's laugh interrupts Chuck's thoughts. "They don't put crack in Krispy Kremes, Chuck," he says, tugging Chuck along.

Chuck scowls at the back of Bryce's head as Bryce continues to wind his way through the crowd. "I'm not talking to you, did I mention that?"

Bryce stops this time, and Chuck runs right into him. Stupid Bryce with his stupid crooked smile, and the way his ass is pressed against Chuck's –

Did Chuck mention the part where he's really drunk?

It takes Chuck a minute to realize it's gotten much darker. And there aren't as many bubbles. And it's quieter. Well, relatively so, the music is still thumping, but the walls are moving. Wait, moving?

"Oh my god, you brought me in the back room at a gay club?" he hisses in Bryce's ear.

Bryce turns on him with a sharp grin. "The back room is where things happen, Chuck. Are you telling me you slept through all those cop movies we saw?"

"Shut up and suck or get out!" a voice orders in the darkness.

And just like that Chuck is pressed against a wall that has god only knows what on it from people doing stuff he doesn't even look at on the internet. Except sometimes.

"I'm working," Chuck says stiffly as Bryce brackets his body.

"That's why I'm here," Bryce says, curling his fingers into Chuck's shirt and tugging him downward.

"I thought you were off the grid," Chuck breathes against Bryce's mouth.

"I make exceptions for you."

"Isn't that how you got in trouble last time?" Chuck's laugh is strained.

"Less talking, more working on your cover," Bryce prods.

"I always knew you were a bad influence," Chuck sighs.

But he kisses Bryce anyway.



-end-

Love to antheia for read through. My image is here

Comments

[svmadelyn.livejournal.com]

Okay, now *that* makes a lot more sense. I was reading it before and it didn't quite gel. *grins* Much love!

[suaine.livejournal.com]

You know, I was wondering about that missing bit, it felt like I missed something, but I put it down to Chuck being so drunk? What? It made sense! XD Also, possessive Bryce. *flails*

[mardia.livejournal.com]

Eee, so much fun!

[heidi8.livejournal.com]

Oh, those two. They're always so geeky and ADORABLE.


When does the show re-start?

[sarkastic.livejournal.com]

Ah, it makes much more sense now. I love it! *g*

[celli]

<3

[imkalena.livejournal.com]

He reaches out to pop a bubble with his finger

I love it that drunk!Chuck is a lot like sober!Chuck. :)

[athenejen]

Ah, I thought something had happened there! Unsurprisingly, I still love everything about this. A lot.

[novalinedy.livejournal.com]

Ahh, now the middle part makes more sence. Still like it!

[blaidd-drwg.livejournal.com]

drunk!Chuck is quite funny. Crack in Krispy Kremes indeed. LOL
And I love how fondly amused Bryce is with Chuck's mutterings.

It's already been said, but possessive!Bryce is the best. *bg*

/goes off to dream of what comes next & perhaps a literal tug-of-war between Casey & Bryce over Chuck/

[byrons-brain.livejournal.com]

::grins:: wonderful!

[everysecondtues.livejournal.com]

So I just got into this fandom (I blame svmadelyn), and this is a really fun fic to start with.

Chuck can feel his face crumpling into that drunken sort of despair that only comes from far too much alcohol and far too many ex-roommate/spies/boyfriend thingys/whatever.
Poor Chuck and his complicated relationship with Bryce.

I see that you also have lots of other fic for this fandom, which I am going to make my way through slowly, but happily.

[amberlynne.livejournal.com]

Eeeeeeeeeee! I love the way you write these two SO FUCKING MUCH! ♥ Awesome.

[sparky77.livejournal.com]

Drunk Chuck in a gay club with Bryce! And that sounds vaguely like an answer to Clue! Yay for adorable Chuck/Bryce! This was awesome! I really need to catch up on Chuck.

[aseret-kitsune.livejournal.com]

Oh, this whole story has just made my evening. The end conversation was perfect, and I love drunk Chuck.^^

[callmesandy.livejournal.com]

I really enjoyed this! Awesome!

[jcalanthe]

Wonderful - so very Chuck!

You are a tremendous tease to stop there... *g*

[crazyboutremmy.livejournal.com]

I kind of made this weird "THHHHHH" noise with my mouth and then giggled into my pillow. ILY.

[georgia-s-brown.livejournal.com]

I was in the mood for Chuck/Bryce and I came across this. Good stuff.

[fish-echo.livejournal.com]

Awwwwww, cute! But why did it have to stop! :(

[hollywood-r-bin.livejournal.com]

hehe awesome. This is perfect, i love the bantering and all those random gay men throwing out innuendos hehe. I love gaybar/club fics but i have to admit, not all of them are good but this one is great :)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

This is really funny :) And hot. I'd love to see the moment Bryce found out that Chuck was going undercover with Casey to a gay club and decided he had to get in there before Casey could get his hands on Chuck :p Or maybe the moment after the mission when Casey confronts Bryce about stepping in.

[kindness_says]

LESS TALKING, MORE WORKING ON YOUR COVER. drunk!Chuck, Bryce interrupting, all the commentary! <333