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I've noticed that these days, italics are all the rage when it comes to writing down people's thoughts. I don't do that very in stories but it happens with odd remarks. Also, even though I mention Wesker for a moment in this chapter, he won't be showing up (even though I adore him, I just wouldn't be able to introduce him without slashing him with Chris straight away).
Chapter Three
By the time dinner rolled around, Leon still felt uncomfortable. Chris however, was oblivious to any problems Leon had as he shovelled the fresh lasagne into his mouth and chomped on it, his mouth slightly open.
"Look, about this afternoon," Leon began, shifting the food around on his plate. He couldn't get Chris's body out of his head and it was making him feel uneasy to be in his presence.
"What about it?" Chris said, swallowing the mouthful of food he had in his mouth. "I'm sorry I didn't ask you, I just figured you'd be cool with it. After all, I didn't want to borrow your swimming trunks or anything." He took hold of his napkin and wiped his mouth, licking his teeth and burping quietly. "I mean, if I put my dick in your trunks, it's almost like we fucked and I don't know about you but I don't swing that way."
Leon snapped his gaze down at his food. That wasn't the first time he'd heard such a thing. He never classed such comments as homophobia, after all he rarely disclosed his sexuality and he doubted people could guess just by looking at them. He didn't believe in 'gaydar'. "Well, I…" He started, only to be cut off.
"It's not like I have anything against gays. My old captain was clearly one, even though he never came out and said it," Chris said, nodding as he spoke. "Am I saying I would never fuck a guy? Nah, I probably would if they all looked like Wesker…" He said, looking off into the distance with a look of longing in his eyes.
"Wesker?" Leon asked. He had learnt that keeping conversation on other people would keep it away from him, although he disliked the way this was going.
"My old captain. Don't you listen?" Chris snapped, frowning. "Anyway, I'm just saying I prefer the ladies. Anyway, I don't think men would want me. I drink beer, I smoke like a chimney and I smell really bad." He said with a grin, taking a sip from his glass of water.
"I don't think you smell bad," Leon pointed out, prodding his fork into his food and taking a bite. "And some men are attracted to that sort of thing."
Chris laughed, moving his chair out a little and swinging his legs up onto the table, narrowly avoiding his plate. "Wesker wasn't. Neither was Jill but that's a whole different kettle of fish," he laughed again, taking his cigarettes out of his pocket. "I talk a lot, if you hadn't guessed." He placed a cigarette between his lips and flipped his lighter open. "We all have our gay moments in life. Most have it during college but I never went. Straight into the army, if you know what I mean. I didn't get it during my time there, that would be way too clichéd for my liking. No, my dick waited until I was pent up in a mansion to get all hard for a man."
Sadly for Leon, he gathered what Chris did indeed mean but he wasn't sure exactly what he was getting at. Was he trying to tell Leon he was gay? Or just gay for one man? Either way, he didn't want to ask about it and he didn't actually care.
Despite his own sexual preferences, he couldn't live up to the stereotypical roles that society had forced upon him. He didn't care for gossip or margaritas. He liked the smell of a gun and the purr of an engine. It just so happened that he liked large appendages in the trouser region than the chest.
"Anyway, what about you? How did you end up here?" Chris asked, taking a drag on his cigarette.
Leon glanced at Chris coldly. "You make it sound like I didn't come here by choice." His voice was low and he showed no hint of elaborating.
"Come on, man. This is like talking to a brick wall," he said with a heavy sigh, flicking the ash from his cigarette onto his food. "We're supposed to be bonding."
"I already told you I'm not in this to make friends or get a new partner. I'm in this for the money and maybe the opportunity to shoot something. That's it," Leon replied, so icily that Chris thought his cigarette was going to go out.
Leon got to his feet, taking hold of his own plate before moving round the table and taking hold of Chris's, stealing his cigarette and putting it out in his food. "Don't smoke in the house." He scraped the food into the bin before placing the dishes in the sink. "I've put your toiletries on your bed in a bag."
Chris lolled his head back, groaning. "What am I supposed to do for clothes?"
"I'm not going to lend you mine, you'd probably rip and stretch them all." He ran his hand through his hair. He didn't actually care what Chris did for clothes; it wasn't his problem. Yet again another reason why he didn't care to have a partner.
"Well, what am I supposed to do then?" Chris whined, trying to turn around in his chair and failing.
Leon sighed. "If you're going for a shower, I will wash them whilst you are in there. They won't be dry until morning." He paused, walking across the room to the stairs and placing his hand on the banister. "You'll have to sleep naked but I'm sure you'll have no problem with that."
"Not one at all," Chris said slyly, grinning over at Leon only to find out he had already ascended the stairs.
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Chris didn't bother closing his bedroom door when he entered. They were both men and he'd already revealed himself to Leon in his entirety like some middle aged flasher.
He wasn't ashamed of his body but he would hardly describe himself as an exhibitionist. He just enjoyed being free but honestly, the only reason he didn't use any sort of trunks to swim in was because he didn't have any.
Although, he thought, I could have used my boxers to swim in.
He shook his head. That was behind him and it wasn't like Leon didn't get a good eyeful. During his time in the forces, he had been congratulated on the size of his manhood many times. Complimented on his firm abs and his bulging biceps. He wasn't even that big during his army days. He had bulked up considerably since he started serving in Special Forces and working his way up. It seemed that with every new job; every new promotion, he gained a number of pounds in muscle. He wasn't complaining though.
He carelessly tipped the contents of the shopping bag onto his bed. At least Leon was capable of following a list. He would put his new partner on map reading duty when the time came.
He inspected the items momentarily, smiling as he raised the bottle of shampoo to his nose. He didn't care what anyone said; kids shampoo smelt the best and left his hair feeling soft. He glanced at the hair gel, the body wash and the razor before gathering up the items in his arms.
It was only then that he noticed an item he didn't ask for on his list. He dropped the items again, this time picking up the strange bottle and regarding it for a moment.
As soon as he realised what it was, he held it out in front of him, grinning like a madman. "Leon, that sly dog. He's into doing dirty stuff," he sniggered, running over to the door and peeping out. He could see his new partner staring at a framed picture, trying to level it.
"I wouldn't have expected that. Him doing girls the dirty way," he muttered to himself, cocking an eyebrow as he watched Leon place a hand on his hip and tilt his head. "Unless…" He went silent for a moment, standing up straight and breaking into a cold sweat.
"Oh shit," he said, ducking down onto the floor and crawling into the hallway, kneeling behind a side table. He nervously eyed up Leon. Could it be that Leon was not into women? Chris shook his head. Impossible. He didn't pick up any signs that would suggest that.
"Chris, do you want something?" Leon asked, not looking away from picture.
Chris stood up quickly, banging his knee on the table and yelping in pain. His hands immediately went to his knee, rubbing it frantically.
"Again, do you want something? There are fresh towels in the bathroom," Leon spoke harshly, his eyes still focused on the picture.
"I..." He paused, moving nearer to Leon. "I found this with my things so I," he stared at Leon, his eyes meeting Leon's icy glare. "Thought I would return it to you and…" He stretched out his arm, shoving the bottle into Leon's hand. "And…you know, stuff," he mumbled, unsure of what he was actually saying exactly.
Leon looked down at the object, fighting back any embarrassment as he looked back at Chris. "Do you want anything else?" He asked, trying to keep his cool composure.
Chris regarded his new partner for a moment before sighing. He doubted that even with a flamethrower, he would be unable to warm Leon up. He seemed to uncaring and he was starting to wonder if he would even be safe having Leon as his partner. It was always good to have someone with a sense of humanity and Leon appeared to lack any.
"I guess not," Chris said finally. "I'll leave you with your picture then."
"Just leave your clothes outside your room in a small heap," Leon spoke softly and as soon as Chris was by his bedroom door, he heard Leon finish his sentence with: "I'm sure that's not an alien concept to someone like yourself."
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Leon spent a number of minutes just staring at the picture on the wall. He hated it when something was out of place and he wasn't sure how it had tilted in the first place. Maybe he had slammed someone against it in the heat of passion or perhaps it was he who crashed against it under the force of another man. He couldn't remember.
He fingered the bottle he had placed in his pocket. There was no doubt that Chris knew about him now. Either he thought he was a homosexual or he thought he was some lewd sexual deviant when it came to women. He wasn't sure which was worse right now.
Chris had displayed no hint of aggression towards homosexuals as of yet; he had even gone as far as to say he liked a man once. That didn't actually mean anything. He wasn't sure what had brought on the conversation earlier, he couldn't remember, not that he cared to.
He turned around and walked to Chris' door, noticing it was slightly ajar as he bent down and collected the clothes. Within his eyesight was the en-suite and its door, which not surprisingly was also open. He had worked out that Chris was clearly not a private man and he himself valued his privacy.
His eyes widened as he once again clearly saw a drenched Chris. He could see the water cascading down his back, drizzling through the hardened muscles on his back. The white foam from his shampoo dripped down onto the shower floor and Leon instantly felt a stirring in his trousers.
"Oh god no," he muttered, grabbing the clothes and rushing down the hallway. He jogged down the stairs, hurrying to the washing machine and shoving the clothes in roughly. As he added fabric softener and powder, he shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his erection in his trousers.
He wouldn't allow himself develop any sort of feelings for his new partner; whether they are simply sexual or deeply emotional. He couldn't allow any of them to overtake him. They would cloud his judgement should the time come for decision-making. They would distract him and only lead to complications.
He turned the washing machine on, taking a seat at the dining room table and ignoring his arousal. He was better than this. He wasn't some horny teenager. He could handle a simple unwarranted erection. He could will it away and if he couldn't, he could always shoot himself in the foot.
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Chris grabbed a towel from the rail, dabbing his body with the soft fabric before wrapping it loosely around his waist. His body ached from the long day and he was actually excited about getting into bed. The only time he was ever excited about getting into bed was when there was someone else in it but right now, he just wanted to be alone. He wanted to wrap himself in the thick duvet and just fall asleep for as many hours as Leon would allow.
He smiled, walking into his room and instantly noticing his pile of dirty clothes had disappeared. He still felt slightly awkward over what had occurred now he could reflect on what he had said. He didn't know if he had offended Leon in any way and he probably would never find out.
He glanced over at the mirror, admiring his sun-kissed body in the reflection. He flexed his muscles before stroking his stomach for a moment. He couldn't blame Leon if he was attracted to him. After all, he thought, smirking as he circled his navel with his finger, I'd be attracted to me if I was a guy.
He laughed softly, pulling the covers on his bed back, letting his towel fall to the ground as he climbed in. The sheets felt soft against his skin and he took in deep breaths of relaxation, the smell of lavender filling his head. His body fell into the mattress, at ease instantly and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was asleep.
Thank you for reading this update. The next chapter will be posted as soon as I've finished it but I'm a pretty busy person. Anyway, keep an eye out for the next chapter. I feel that I've established their characters well enought so let us get to some action...of the shooting kind.
