Fic: Chuck vs. The LifeTime Original Movie 4/5 Chuck/Superman Returns
Title: Chuck vs. The LifeTime Original Movie. Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own Chuck or Superman Returns. Characters: Chuck, Shaw/Superman, Lois, Ellie Words: 10,110 Prompt: Destitute after Stanford, Chuck is on the streets of Metropolis. Fandom: Chuck/Superman Returns Pairing: Chuck/Shaw (Clark-Superman) Rating: Teen Warnings: Language, Mentions of Sex, Violence, Bitchy Lois, Gay!Chuck. Summary: Three days in Metropolis is a lifetime for Chuck. Especially when he finds himself caught up in a real life Damsel-in-Distress situation. Author's Note: Pre-Chuck/Pre-Superman Returns. Surprise twist epilogue! ______________________________________ Part 4
Chuck became aware of the pain in his lower back long before he awoke. It was a deep seeded throbbing that made his entire lower half ache. The pain made it hard to get comfortable no matter how he turned.
Curling on his side, he groaned in pain. A twinge at his hip made him wince. At the moment, he couldn't remember how it had started. He only knew that it was a good thing.
He smiled with a softer moan this time. He felt really good despite the pain. That was always a wonderful thing. His hips and thighs protested being left in one position for too long, but he didn't care. Chuck knew this feeling, it happened so rarely.
He had sex last night!
The urge to shout it from the roof tops made him practically giddy. His bladder aching made him sigh. It looked like he wasn't going to get back to sleep no matter how much he wanted to. Growling, he threw his arms over his head and stretched out his legs in the opposite direction.
His growl of pleasure echoed in the bedroom. Blinking awake, he searched for his lover. Even if he never saw their face again, he wanted to remember them. Post sex morning after was the true image of the person.
The first thing he saw were white walls. They were generic, nothing special from a million other walls in the world. Nothing adorned them, no paper lined their borders. This was almost a disappointment to him.
Chuck shrugged. So his one night stand wasn't in to decorations. At least that was one thing he knew about the guy. Well, that and it had been a guy. A big one he knew from the ache in his ass.
Carefully, he sat up. His entire lower body cramped and he clenched his teeth. Loverboy obviously liked to get rough.
That's when it all came back to him.
A tiny, smug smile spread across his lips. He had finally bagged one of those big guys who always had the girls swooning over them. Daniel was one of the hot nerds, the variety that peppered the more racier science magazines. Morgan would be so proud of him.
Yep, all it had taken was losing everything he had, moving across the country, taking up a crap job, and giving up all sense of self respect. The grin slipped from Chuck's face. Put like that, all the pleasure was sucked right out the window.
Chuck's cheeks burned. Now that he thought about it, what the hell had he been thinking? The things he had let that man do to him, it made his brain and his ass hurt. His eyes went wide as his heart started racing. His ass!
Jerking around, Chuck searched for a trash can, a wrapper, any kind of sign that there had been condoms involved. Condoms, because what had happened last night had happened several times. A different heat flushed his cheeks, upper and lower.
"Now is not the time." Panic gripped his chest, making it hurt from worry. What the hell had he been thinking last night? Daniel hadn't used a single condom. He remembered clearly now. The man had barely taken the time to break open a bottle of lube!
Slapping a hand to his forehead, Chuck felt breathless at the stupidity. There were so many bad things floating around out there. People were dying every day from some of that shit!
He clenched his fists in the top hem of the sheets. This had been a big mistake, a huge mistake! Rage at the other man made him toss the sheets away. He needed to find Daniel and get this sorted out, now!
Twisting his body, he turned to put his feet on the floor. This sent a warning flare up his lower back, but he ignored it. Chuck pushed up off the bed with a pained grunt and that was as far as he got.
The muscles in his thighs and ass suddenly cramped so bad they locked up. It was so excruciating that it sucked his breath away. Mouth agape, he put his hands between his legs and cupped at his groin. Their feeble attempts at relieving the pain only made his hands hurt too.
Pretty soon, tears were running down his face. Why was this happening to him? He was a pretty decent guy. Right? Everyone liked him. Well, not everyone, only a few people actually, but that wasn't because he was some ass. They just didn't know him. What did he do to deserve this crap life?
By some miracle, he fell to his knees and was able to sit back on his heels. This relieved a lot of tension on his legs and ass. The relief was so palpable that he could breathe again. The first thing he did as whimper and whine softly.
The sounds he made were loud enough for someone in the next room to hear. Daniel should have come running. Yet, there were no indications he heard it, or worse, that he was even there.
Putting a hand to his face, Chuck rubbed at his cheeks and eyes. This cleared the tear tracks, but left him with something else behind. His cheeks now smelled like well fucked ass.
Grimacing, he shook his head to clear the smell. That didn't help. "Oh, that's so gross." He was definitely never going to do this again, ever. Using the back of his hand now, he rubbed at his eyes again.
"Change of plans." He was going to get out of there, sure. But first, he had to get a shower. Chuck figured he might as well take advantage of the facilities while he was here. Besides, he did not want to get on an elevator smelling like some other guy's morning after!
With a wince, he pushed off the floor. This time, he went more slowly, mindful of his body's aches and limitations. "Ow. Ow. Not good, so very not good!"
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Walking in yesterday's clothes, Chuck tried not to feel too grossed out. At least he wasn't wearing the same underwear. He wasn't too sure where those had gotten off to. Daniel wasn't anywhere around to ask.
As he headed for the door, he wondered what the time was. It wasn't immediately obvious because the rest of the apartment was like the bedroom. Aside from a chair or two, a flimsy folding table, and the probably pre-furnished appliances, the apartment was empty. The time couldn't have been too late, the sun had only come up while he was in the bath.
He didn't even bother with the kitchen. Even if he had the nerve to snoop for food, he was certain there wasn't any. Thinking about it, he realized, this was probably the guy's back-up pad. How many other people had woken up here and did the walk of shame?
It wouldn't surprise him if the number were in the low hundreds. Daniel had known pretty much what he was doing from the start.
Opening the door, Chuck winced and prepared for stares. He had been played from the first moment. Some of the lines the man had used on him were so old that his parents had probably laughed at them for being tired.
Chuck forced himself to stop thinking about this. It seriously wasn't helping his shame any more. Cheeks burning, he stepped out in to the hall. Much to his relief, he was alone.
Thanking the stars above for small favors, he closed the door behind him and headed for the stairs. This building was so cheap it didn't even have an elevator. Lucky him.
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Thanks to a fully functioning rail system, he made it to the Temp Agency only a few seconds late. Another tip to his favor had been the fact that his handler, the harpy with the blank stare, was too busy making her coffee to notice. He wasn't the only one happy about that as a few others snuck in behind him.
Chuck glanced up and down the line of other twenty-somethings. Few looked younger than him. There were about fifteen of them in all, he really wasn't paying attention. All he wanted was to get his next assignment and get to his work.
'Man,' he thought, 'I sound just like Morgan.' He finally understood his friend's hatred of all things Temp.
Eventually, the staff overseer finished making her coffee. After tasting it, she raised an eyebrow in approval and turned to face her waiting subjects. Her bored gaze set them all on edge. "There are no new placements today. Those of you who worked yesterday have repeats. The rest, come back at noon." With that pronouncement, she turned and stalked back to her cubicle.
Chuck didn't bother to hold back his groan. The Wicked Witch of the East had cast her spell. Now her flying monkeys were off.
Feeling pissy, he stalked out of the office. If he rushed to the bus station, he could change his clothes before his connection to the observatory left.
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Arriving at the observatory, Chuck already felt like an old hand. He staggered through the main entrance, already sliding off his messenger bag. Thankfully, it had still been with his duffle.
This was going to be another long, boring day. He could feel it in his bones.
As if to compound things, the observatory's head honcho was waiting by his desk. Well, head honcho was a bit of a stretch. The woman was one of three people who now worked here, thanks to Lihkey's sudden defection.
Chuck smiled for her prettily in hopes of helping his cause. "Doctor Heinz, how can I be of service today?" While he approached, she held out a slip of paper to him. On it were three lines of information.
She gave him a curt nod. "Daniel Shaw quit last night. We are expecting several applicants to fill his position. We may be a small observatory, but this is a competitive field." Foisting the paper to him, she ignored his stunned expression. "These are three questions you will ask all who call inquiring about the position. Write down their responses and send them to my email account."
Too surprised to do much else, Chuck nodded his acceptance.
"You will be expected to make coffee in the visitor's lounge for walk-ins. Get some of the fresh stuff from the observatory lounge in back." Without waiting for his response, she turned and headed for the observatory stairs. "Don't bother me, I'll be in the lab all day."
"All right, ma'am." He had to raise his voice as he spoke to be heard. Another bombshell. Chuck wasn't certain he could take much more.