There was no denying it, Captain Chris Redfield and paper work didn't mix. Mostly it was the notion of having to sit still, with the added confusion of punctuality and grammar. His words spoke volumes while reassuring his team out in the field, it just didn't have the same impact when sitting on a screen looking back at him.
"DAMMIT!"
Tapping his pencil aimlessly upon the notes he had made, adding different tones while reading aloud key sentences - Chris was ready to admit defeat.
"Everything okay Captain?"
Chris leaned back into his chair, tightly closing his eyes. The pencil dropped onto his desk, the sound of it rolling into a dipped space appeared distant as his thoughts concentrated upon each slowly, inhaled breath.
"What do you want Nivans?"
As if he needed a reason. Piers Nivans was a lot of things to his Captain, a friend, a partner - a lover but with the tense atmosphere, he knew a smart mouth wasn't going to earn him any favours.
"You made a few of the new recruits jump with your recent outburst. I wanted to check in to see if you needed any help."
Using the heal of both hands to rub his tired eyes, his fingers slightly splayed, tugging at his shortened strands of hair. "I've been working on the latest mission report for the past 4 hours. I feel like a dog chasing it's tail."
The young sniper nodded, moving further into the room closing the door silently behind him. "It was a hell of a mission though we all kept it together and made it out with only a few cuts and bruises."
Flexing his fingers while resting his hands upon the keyboards wrist support, Chris prepared to resume his not so steadily written report. From his peripheral view he'd noticed Piers, true to his reputation, moving up beside him. Though it was the sudden touch upon his shoulders that had caught the prestigious alpha leader off guard.
"Piers? ..."
"You see there's your problem, you've the sequence of events a little mixed up. No wonder you're struggling. Here - try this."
Reaching an arm down to make corrective and undoubtably helpful notes, Piers nostalgically pressed his chest flush against his captains well toned, muscled shoulders. his free hand moving to idly massage the base of the older mans neck.
Moving into the touch, Chris would be damned to deny that it wasn't distracting. Looking over the close fitting BSAA uniform revealing only an outline of the sculptured masterpiece hidden beneath. His breath hitching slightly as his thoughts wondered indulging recent memories.
"Okay so I just switched ... Those two -" Easing back, Piers taunted his leader kissing softly around the exposed neck as he spoke. His glance fixated upon the computer screen, noting the trouble his captain displayed upon typing. "Then you'll be nearing the evaluation."
Swallowing thickly, Chris pursed his lips fighting back a groan. His flared nostrils caught the mingled musk of sweat and cologne only adding to the evident temptation.
Hands moved with the intent to mess with even the most stubborn hair styles. While lips shifted together with the understanding of need and lust as tongues battled for dominance. Chris had found himself pushed past mere distraction, turning within his chair to pull his lieutenant loosely towards his lap.
A gentle rapping at the door dragged both back to reality. "Captain Redfield sir? The recruits are awaiting your inspection."
Sporting kiss bruised lips and a rose tint to his cheeks the Alpha leader was quick to straighten his attire smirking at the pout worn by his prized sniper.
"Remind me to finish what we started once we finish our shift."