Things are finally picking up for Chris' sex life. And poor Chris, now he's even more sexually frustrated...
Warning; Male/female foreplay. Male masturbation. Language.
Disclaimer; All characters and premise of S.T.A.R.S. is not mine, copyright entirely of Capcom; Resident Evil Series.
Breakfast the next morning was large and filling, with a huge plate of scrambled eggs, a huge plate of bacon, and an entire toasted loaf of bread. The smells of coffee and orange juice lingered in the air, and S.T.A.R.S. Alpha all sat together around the table eating their fill. Wesker sat at the head of the table, wearing his captain's uniform, badge on his chest and weapon in his holster. The glasses he normally wore sat hanging from his breast pocket, and he seemed relatively relaxed, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, and a large report folder propped open against his crossed knee in the other. Everyone else was chatting about this and that, with Barry acting the role of father and making sure everyone had food and coffee to drink. Chris was the only one who sat quietly, munching on his toast and doing everything he could avoid looking at Wesker, and avoid thinking of the previous night.
You were just horny and confused and tired and...and... Abandoning the eggs he'd been trying to spear with his fork he turned to his coffee and took a deep sip. Just stop thinking about it, think about today instead. Your first day of field work, your first day acting as a member of S.T.A.R.S...your first day working right beside... God, why did Wesker come up in every thought? Ever since he'd taken notice of him on the subway platform a month and a half ago Chris had been wildly confused about why these feelings kept arising towards his captain. He barely knew him, and what he did know of him the most he could tell was Wesker didn't care about being an asshole, wanted to get the work done, and wouldn't tolerate shit from anyone. Particularly Chris. Although it had been mostly training, Wesker only really seemed to pick out Chris's mistakes and errors. To everyone else, he would offer constructive criticism, or helpful advice. But Chris was always doing something wrong, something half-assed, something...
"Alright, finish up and meet in the board room in ten minutes." Wesker announced, rising from his seat and left in the direction of his office, coffee mug in hand. Chris sighed, and gave up on trying to eat, rising with his team-mates and helping to clear everything off the table. As they'd come to breakfast armed and ready, aside from putting the dishes in the sink for later, they slowly made their way over to the meeting room. Taking a seat beside Jill, Chris stretched and leaned forwards on the table against crossed arms. Barry, Brad and Joseph were in a deep conversation about an article they'd read about some rock group or another that Chris really had no opinion on. His eyes flicked to Jill, who was running a lock-pick in between her fingers deftly. Hidden by his folded arms, Chris smiled at the action. The girl likes what she likes. The door to the room was shut, causing the conversation to die off and Chris to lift his head and watch Wesker stride around the table to the head, a file-folder under his arm.
"Day one." he said, dropping the file onto the long table and crossing his arms. "Nothing too difficult as of yet. Crime in Raccoon City is surprisingly low. Irons has informed me that gang activity has been muted. He believes it to be on account of word about the formation of S.T.A.R.S." Flipping open the cover of the report, Wesker lay the first three sheets out, each with a large photo of a high level gang member, and their bios underneath. They had each been given these earlier in the week to read over, and instructed by Wesker to memorize every detail of their profiles. Naturally, Chris had skimmed them, losing two of them in the process, with the other having fallen underneath his bed. Regretting it now, dreading the idea of Wesker demanding he give the briefing, Chris began bouncing his knee nervously under the table.
"That being said, Alpha will be tracking and gathering information on these three gentleman. Valentine, where does Brenner live?"
Jill straightened and cleared her throat. "He's usually spotted in West Raccoon City, where he owns several restaurants and food stores. Whether or not he actually lives there has yet to be confirmed, but we do know he frequents a woman named Eleanor Phillips in that area, and her address is known." Wesker nodded, sliding the paper with the short, gruff looking Todd Brenner across the table to her.
"Good. You and Mr. Burton will be in that area. I want an address for him, as well as any other place he may occupy. I've been informed he has a suspected apartment in the area as well, but I'd like a visual confirmation of that." Jill looked to Barry and the pair nodded.
"Volicki, Frost."
"Mario Volicki spends a lot of time communicating with Brenner, but he lives more north-west. He lives on the extreme north end of the suburbs, address 400 Dockland Avenue." Wesker nodded again, sliding the paper in between Frost and Vickers. Crap crap crap crap crap. Chris thought to himself. That leaves the gang boss, Lou...Lou...ah shit, shit! Lou something and he lives uh...uh...
"Redfield." Chris looked at him, wide-eyed and cleared his throat. "Parcini." Ah, that's it! Lou Parcini.
"Uh, L-Lou Parcini is uh, mostly uptown. In the entertainment district." Wesker held his gaze a moment longer, and then slid the paper in front of him.
"Lucky guess, Redfield. And also lucky that you'll be with me." Folding his arms, Wesker addressed the team while Chris snatched the paper and started scanning it. "All of you will be doing information sweeps and watches. Nothing too organized, and no waiting in the same area for longer than an hour at a time. You'll go in civilian clothes, but keep your weapons and identification with you. This isn't the junior league, so we aren't starting with low level gang members. These are the priority targets, with a short term goal of filling out detailed profiles for each, and a long term goal of incarceration once we find out the extent of their hold within Raccoon City."
He dismissed them, and told Chris to change into casual attire and meet him up in front of the station. Chris hurried back to his room, threw on comfortable clothes, kept his weapon holster on, but hid it beneath a dark green jacket.
Outside the station Wesker waited by the gated entrance, dressed in all black exactly as he had been the day Chris had seen him on the subway. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Wesker nodded to him slightly and the two started walking down the block.
"We'll be starting in the upper entertainment district, and work our way from there. As far as we know, Parcini owns a number of small businesses in that area, as well as being heavily involved with the prostitution ring." Wesker glanced at the street before crossing it, Chris trailing along beside him as the pair made their way deeper into the entertainment district. "As I said, we're just gathering information; filling out his profile with the RCPD in order to plan exactly where, when, and how we apprehend him." Chris nodded, taking a mental note to start carrying some sort of notepad around with him. After about twenty minutes of walking Wesker turned and entered a parking garage, Chris following him up the ramp.
"I arranged for several 'safe' vehicles to be placed around the city, all of which belong to the RCPD but that S.T.A.R.S. will be using to conduct their undercover work." Pulling a set of keys out of his pocket, he walked over to a plain grey car, not fancy but not inexpensive either, and unlocked it, clicking the mechanic locks to allow Chris in the other side. Once inside, Wesker gestured to the glove compartment and told Chris to get themselves organized. Inside he found a small transmitter radio, a pair of binoculars, three sets of handcuffs and a pistol with a clip beside it.
"That's for emergencies." Wesker said, nodding at the gun. Starting up the car, he backed out and swung them back out onto the road, turning and driving south. "We'll start as close to the north end of the entertainment district as possible. It'll take about half an hour in the car to get across, and it's at the end of the line should you ever take the subway. If you still do." Chris snapped his head up to look at his captain. It was the first time since he'd started that Wesker had even hinted at seeing Chris that day.
"I do take it, yeah." Although his eyes were hidden by shades, Chris could have sworn he saw Wesker's mouth twitch. "What exactly are we doing anyways, Captain?"
Accelerating through a yellow light, Wesker drove with one hand on the wheel, one hand resting on his window ledge. "We're simply going to try and figure out where Parcini goes during the day and which major establishments he has a hand in. We'll start small, and work our way up. The more thorough our knowledge the better." Frowning, Chris reached to the floor where he dropped the file and began flipping through it.
"Too bad we don't know anyone who works for Umbrella," he mused, eyes skimming the names of all the businesses previous investigations suggested the mob boss owned, "they seem to own half these places. Seems weird for a pharmaceutical company to own so much." Chris didn't see the withering look Wesker gave him.
"Money doesn't grow on trees, Redfield." Turning and glancing out of his window at the large Umbrella lab they were passing, the red and white of their logo reflected on Wesker's shades. He let his eyes linger on the building as they waited at a stop light. "And besides, they'll do anything to makes themselves look good." The latter, he said more to himself.
Once the pair had found a large, industrial looking grey building with a single sign on it, Wesker had parked the car at the back of the lot and reclined his seat. Three hours later, Chris had read the file six times,filling a notebook up with four pages. Presently he sat reclined in his seat, watching the patrons of the strip club go in and out. Of course it turns out to be a strip club. Chris turned to watch his captain who was staring intently at a group of four men smoking and leaning against a black van at the other end of the parking lot. It took Chris a moment, but then he recognized...
"Hey, that's Parcini! How long has he been over there?" Wesker gave Chris a heated look before turning back to watch the men.
"Being marksman is not an excuse to daydream on the job, Redfield. There's more to this job than aiming and shooting, as hard as you might find that to believe." Chris scowled at the back of his captain's head, then felt guilty because he had been daydreaming instead of watching the club. Parcini was a tall, broad man who looked intimidating even to Chris. Wesker wasn't taking notes about him but was holding him in his sights so intently that Chris didn't think Wesker was content just sitting here.
"What should we do, sir?" Chris inquired tentatively. Wesker drummed his fingers against the steering wheel before suddenly moving to open the door. Chris followed suit, and the pair got out of the car and started walking across the parking lot, farther away from the man near the black van.
"Stay near me and let me do all the talking, understood?" Wesker ordered Chris over his shoulder, who kept pace with his captain, losing sight of the men as they went around the other side of the strip-club near the roped off entryway.
"Yes, sir." Chris said, slipping a jittery hand into his jacket pocket where he could feel his weapon holster safely hidden away. As they rounded the corner, the entry way to the club became visible, with two large, muscular men standing on either side of the door. A few scrawny patrons were waiting or smoking, but Wesker disregarded them.
"Wait for me here." Wesker said, bringing Chris to a stop. Two of the dancers wearing light jackets stood smoking by the wall. Taking notice of Chris the blonde one gave him a smile and a wink. Blushing to himself, Chris jammed his hands into his pockets again and watched Wesker go and speak to one of the guards. The guard said something to Wesker, poked his head into the club's door and then said something else to Wesker who nodded in return, and came striding back over to Chris. "We've got ourselves on the waiting list." Startled, Chris held his tongue and followed Wesker back to the car, who drove them back into the busier end of Folsolm Street until they got to the Raccoon Bar and Grill. Once inside and seated with their drinks in front of them, Chris couldn't hold back any longer.
"So...we're going to the strip-club."
"Yes, Redfield. We are."
Chris watched as Wesker took a sip of his drink, whiskey, and took a sip of his own beer. "Like, to watch the strippers?" Wesker couldn't help but roll his eyes at Chris.
"Yes, Redfield. Because they own the club and are the head of a unit of organized crime. Precisely." Another sip of the whiskey. Chris eyed the drink, thinking that wasn't anything he'd seen any of his other captains indulging in just after three in the afternoon. Annoyed at Wesker, Chris scowled and looked around them inside the pub. Already he, Jill and Barry had been here a number of times during their time training and planned to come at least once every week for some beers and a round of pool.
"I just meant," Chris said, turning back to look at Wesker. "that couldn't it be...risky like, being inside of the place that the guy we're investigating owns?" Wesker leaned back in his chair, eyeing Chris over the table, an eyebrow raised. "...sir?"
"Are you questioning your captain on your first real assignment, Redfield? I thought this job was a new leaf for you." This made Chris blush, and take a sip of his beer again, just for something to do other than look at Wesker. Swallowing and gritting his teeth, Chris tried to keep from giving Wesker a sarcastic answer. "No, I just..."
"Pastrami on rye?" The pretty red-haired waitress had appeared, two plates of food balancing in her hands. Chris nodded and tapped the table in front of him. She placed the plate down, turned and gave Wesker his steak, and then turned and left them alone.
"Please, go on Redfield, I believe you were about to justify yourself?" Wesker smirked at him in that annoying way he had when he was giving Chris hell. The smirk Chris was beginning to convince himself Wesker saved for when he was daring Chris to snap back at him. Instead Chris inhaled calmly, pouring some ketchup onto his plate for his fries.
"I just think it seems a bit risky. I just, I just thought it was an information sweep not actual, y'know, undercover work. Captain." Wesker, who had already begun cutting into his food, looked up at Chris, not saying anything for a moment. Bracing himself for another sarcastic answer, Chris took a big bite of his own meal.
"Parcini is supposed to be in charge of a prostitution ring, but currently the Raccoon City Police Department has no proof to support that claim." Wesker paused to take a bite of his food, and Chris took a bite of his sandwich, swallowing and nodding at what Wesker said.
"Alright, but using the strip club?"
"I believe he uses it as a front for the prostitution ring. Makes them dance as strippers during the day and rotates them out in the evening, or as clients make their offers. As a way of hiding the income from the prostitution ring." Chris blinked and took a deep sip of his beer. "I also think that he has his fingers in more than one strip club, but before I put that idea forward I need to prove my first one. Which is where you come in." Eyeing Chris across the table, Wesker finished off his drink and signaled to the waitress for another one.
"Me?" Chris was startled. Never in all his time serving under any captain had he ever been told he'd be involved in a plan that required he go to strip club. Or a captain who drank two whiskeys before five. "What...exactly am I going to do, sir?"
"You're going to get the attention of one of the dancers, and when she comes over you'll go somewhere private with her," Wesker reached into his jacket pocket, and tossed a wad of hundreds across the table at Chris, "and ask what that can get you. If she acts offended, which she won't, you'll apologize and leave. If she gives any indication at all that it could get you anything more than what a dancer should be giving her, make up a lie and leave anyways." Chris's eyes were still on the wad of bills sitting beside his plate, and he wondered where exactly Wesker got so much money from. Slipping it off of the table, he turned it over idly in his hand before pocketing it, looking back across the table at Wesker who was finishing the food on his plate, second whiskey down to the smallest sliver left in the glass.
"What will you be doing, Captain?" Chris wiped his mouth and tossed the dirty napkin onto his plate. Wesker downed the rest of his drink and put it down with a clink and leaned back in his chair with a smirk.
"I'll just wait for you. You shouldn't be long, as you know Redfield, using your captain's money to sleep with a prostitute definitely falls under the category of things which will get you fired." Chris struggled not to roll his eyes. Although unconventional, Chris could see how Wesker's plan was a good one. Get in, confirm a theory, get out. After he knew at least one of the strip clubs was being used to hide a prostitution ring Wesker would be able to order investigations through S.T.A.R.S. into any other clubs the gang leader might own. Nodding at Wesker, he watched his captain throw a few twenties onto the table and nod towards the door. "Shall we, Chris?"
Wesker and Chris got to the club again just as the sun was disappearing behind the condominiums being built near the Umbrella laboratories. Striding past the men in line, the security guard nodded at Wesker and stood aside letting Chris and his captain go through. Inside the club music was blaring, and it was dark, lit only by colourful strobe lights which shone at the stage, and by dim candles set at each of the small tables and all along the bar. In the middle of the club was a long stage that looked like a runway, but instead of models strutting down the middle, girls wearing nothing but the smallest of thongs swerved and swung their way around poles, leaning over to peek behind them at men, and slowly crawling their way along the edges collecting their tips. Despite feeling nervous at what he had to do, and slightly embarrassed at the fact that he was here with Wesker, Chris shoved his hands into his pockets and followed Wesker to a spot along bar. Once they had established themselves, Wesker ordered them two drinks, and Chris caught sight of the girl who'd waved to him earlier.
"The one to our left, the blonde. You remember what to do?" Leaning in close so that Chris could hear him over the blaring music, Wesker tilted towards Chris in his seat and turned his head to look behind them. This was easily the closest Chris had ever been to Wesker outside of the training exercises where his captain had fought him. That expensive familiar smell that Chris now associated only with Wesker made his heart thud, and he turned his eyes to watch the dancers just so that he could focus on something other than how close his captain was.
"Yeah, I remember." Watching the blonde dancer twirl around the poll nearest them, Chris slid a hand into his pocket and pulled a couple of bills out into his lap. Two glasses were placed on the table in front of them and the bartender took the bills Wesker had put down. "I guess you'll just wait for me out here, then?"
"I'll keep an eye on our friend to make sure he doesn't do anything out of the ordinary." When Wesker pulled away from him, Chris turned to look behind him where he had just been looking and saw Parcini at a large, hidden table with a bunch of other men. Wesker took a deep sip from the drink in front of him, and made eye contact with the blonde. A sharp kick to the leg under the bar table brought Chris' attention back to the stage where the blonde girl had made her way in front of them. Nervous, he snatched up the drink from in front of him and downed most of it in one go, wincing at how strong the liquor was. Wesker grabbed the bills out of Chris' lap and leaned forward placing them on the stage. The blonde gave a wide, bright smile and eyed the two of them.
"My friend wants to go somewhere more private. He's just being shy." Chris threw Wesker a look, but turned back to look at the girl. Slipping the bills into the thin string of her panties, the look she gave Wesker made Chris think that she'd much rather be going into the back with him, but turned to give Chris a sly nod before sliding down off the stage and nodding her head towards the end of the bar.
"Sure, honey. Why don't you just come with me." Heart thudding in his chest, Chris was struggling to think of the best way possible to suggest she do something more than dance. Downing the rest of his drink, he left Wesker to meet the girl at the end of the bar who stood clad in nothing but a tight bra and a small thong. Sure he'd visited strip clubs lots of times in lots of different places, and sure he'd even gotten a decent number of lap-dances since coming of age, but never in his life had he been with a prostitute. I wouldn't even know how to ask a regular prostitute off the street for sex, let alone trying to feel out whether or not a stripper is one, oh god, why couldn't Wesker have done this...
"I'm Jade. What's your name, sweetie?" Slipping an arm through his she led Chris through a curtained doorway into a back hallway where some doors stood open, but most were closed.
"Barry." Saying the first name that came to mind, not wanting to give his own in case she should relate this incident back to Parcini and he in turn figured out who Chris and Wesker were. Reaching a room at the end of the hall, Jade stood aside and motioned for him to enter, following him in and closing the door behind them. Taking a seat on the plush couch, his heart was racing still as he struggled to figure out how to go about this.
"Oh honey, don't be nervous. Is this your first time? I'll give you a nice little show." Leaning in close to him she nibbled on his earlobe and began moving her hips in a slow, erotic way which made Chris grow hard. Letting his head drop back against the cushion, he let himself take in the view, figuring he may as well enjoy this while he can. As she moved and dipped in close to him so he could get a good view of her slim form, her perfume filled the space between them and he moaned softly as she reached behind her and slowly took off her bra. Once she turned to show him her rear, swaying her hips and bending over, he slipped his hand inside his coat pocket and brought the money out, hidden in the shadow of his torso. Turning and tracing a long, fake nail down his cheek she giggled at him. "You look so sweet, I could just eat you up."
"Would this cover that type of thing?" Heart racing, he slid the wad of money into his lap and watched her carefully, convinced that she'd leap away from him and call for security. Her eyes darted from the money to Chris to the money again, her movements stopped and she drummed her fingers on the chair handle.
"What makes you think that could get you anything more than a really long dance?" Not freaking out, not immediately calling security, so that was good. Now he just had to...
"My friend, the one I came here with? He uh, his brother told him that if you pay a little extra here you can get a little more." Eyeing him again, he could almost see the alarm bells in her head. She knows I'm a cop, she thinks she's in trouble, you're too obvious, get ready to go, get ready Chris, get...
Touching the bills with the tip of her nail, her eyes flicked up to meet his own. "And how do I know you're not a cop?" His heart was thudding, but she still wasn't freaking out...all the same he was relieved only Wesker had kept his weapon and badge on him, ordering Chris he leave his in the car before they returned here.
"I mean...I guess I can't prove that to you," he said trying as best he could to sound nonchalant, almost disappointed, "but you can always search me."
"Well..." Chris felt her hand move from the money to the bulge between his legs, giving him a squeeze that made him gasp. "...that is a good enough amount to get yourself a really..." a firm stroke over his slacks that made him moan again," ...really thorough search, if that's what you wanted." She leaned against him, running her tongue from his collarbone to his ear. Letting his eyes close and his head fall back, his mind was swimming. He really hadn't been with anyone in the time he'd been there which for Chris was pretty damn long time for him to go with nothing but his hand for company.
She's a prostitute...she's aprostitute, you cannot solicit a prostitute with your captain's money while you're on the job no matter how good it... He moaned again as she continued stroking him over his pants, grabbing his hand and moving it to her breast, kissing his neck and nipping the skin there making his erection throb almost painfully. It wasn't until he felt her undoing the button of his pants and beginning to slide the zipper down that he snapped back to what he was supposed to be doing.
"I...I can't..." struggling to regain control of himself and calm the racing of his heart, he shifted to sit upright, making her slide slightly back and off of him, breaking the contact with his neck. "I just, I can't do this." Frowning at him, she went to lean close to him and resume her work.
"Don't be nervous, I'll make it real good for you, just relax..."
"No I can't, I...I've got a fiance and I just can't do this to her." This made her break away from him and lean back on his knees. He thought she'd be mad, but a small smile spread across her features. Beneath the heavy makeup, he saw she was probably really pretty.
"You sure, honey? I can be very discreet...she doesn't need to know." Despite her words, she slid obligingly off of his lap, allowing him to stand and zip up his slacks, blushing at the sight of how prominent his erection was even covered up. God dammit, maybe I can hide it from Wesker, it's dark in here and by now it's dark outside... Grabbing the money off the couch he shoved it into his pocket, but felt guilty about it, blushing and turning to look at her.
"Yeah, I just, I should...should go." She still smiled at him as she picked up her bra and put it back on, pushing herself up off the couch and going to open the door for Chris. As she turned the handle, she turned to look at him and reached up to pinch his cheek slightly.
"You're a sweet guy, Barry. Most men wait until they're balls deep inside me to tell me they're married. You go on home to her." As he left she called out and he turned around. "But if your friend is interested, you can tell him where to find me." With a wink, she disappeared back into the room. Chris made a face to himself as he tried to imagine Wesker enticed enough by her to go into the back with her. Nah he'd never. But maybe he would...despite Wesker's serious, professional demeanor in his role as captain, the past several weeks with him had begun to show the tiniest of glimpses into his personality, particularly this evening. Reaching the main dance area, he saw Wesker who was watching Parcini through the reflection of the mirror above the stage. After a moment, he spotted Chris, nodded, and rose from his seat, turning and walking to the door to leave. Once back in the car, Chris angled himself so that his crotch faced away from Wesker. Although his erection was half gone, the embarrassment at Wesker potentially noticing it lingered.
"You look as though you enjoyed yourself a bit, perhaps you left only partially unsatisfied?" Chris jumped, but when he looked at Wesker he saw the smirk there. Flustered, Chris's mind began racing at the idea that Wesker had seen his arousal. But why was he looking there anyways? A childish thought really, but still... "You have lipstick all over your neck and I wasn't aware that you stared wearing cheap perfume." This time Chris could hear that annoying smugness, the tone Wesker seemed to save especially for Chris. You just think he saves lots for you, don't ya? At least Chris could feel relieved that Wesker hadn't noticed his erection, which was now thankfully almost entirely gone.
"Well, it's not like I could sit down, whip the money out and tell her to sleep with me." Wesker shot Chris a glance, and he cleared his throat. "I mean, I just had to make it seem as authentic as I could, sir. You were right, though. She would've willingly accepted the money. I can save it for the debriefing if you want." Pulling down the overhead mirror, he made a face at the smeared lipstick on his neck like a bruise. "I'll just take a shower when we get back." Feeling a bit daring, he gave Wesker a side glance and grinned to himself. "Besides, I don't think this is a good smell for me anyways."
Shaking his head slightly, but no trace of a smirk on his lips, Wesker pulled the car into a parking garage's main floor down the block from the RCPD, grabbing what he needed and getting out. Chris followed suit, Wesker locking the car, and the pair of them walking the rest of the way down the block in silence. Once back down in the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha area, Wesker disappeared into his office and Chris made his way down to his room to grab his cotton pajama bottoms and his towel. Walking back out into the hallway, he noticed that the lights were off in everyone else's bedrooms which meant that unless they were all tucked into bed by ten thirty, they were all still out. Deciding to relax for a while first, Chris made his way to the pool area after dropping his stuff off in the change-rooms, and slid into the hot-tub after turning the bubbles on for twenty minutes. The whole time he lay in the tub hoping that Wesker would decide to go for a swim, but also hoping not as well, because he feared the confusing feelings would return. Instead he let himself think about Jade; how she smelled, the way her hips moved, the way her breast had felt in his hand...before long the erection had returned and there was no way Chris could go to sleep without doing something about it.
The click of the bubbles turning off made Chris leap out of the tub and wrap the towel around himself, his arousal creating a noticeable bulge in the cloth. Hoping Wesker nor anyone else were back yet, he walked as quickly as he could down to the change-room and went into the shower, turning on the hot water. Stepping into the curtain, peeling off his swim shorts, and tossing them beside his towel on the floor, he snatched up the shampoo and lathered it into his hair, making sure he scrubbed his neck with it to get off all traces of his encounter with Jade. God...didn't it feel so good to be touched even if it was just barely, and over the clothes too... Chris hadn't realized how much he had been craving someone's touch, the erection throbbing between his legs lending testament to that. Moving his hand down to stroke himself, he thought about the way her tongue had felt arching up his neck, how much he'd just wanted to let her do whatever she wanted to him. A soft moan came from his lips...and then he heard the sound of another shower being turned on.
Heart slamming at the idea that someone else may have just heard him, his hand stopped it's motion, his erection wilting slightly. Listening over the sounds of the running water and being greeted with footsteps in the washroom. What if it's Wesker... he thought with a thrill of both excitement and mortification. The need to know overcame any other notion, and Chris moved close to the curtain of the wide stall. The footsteps had stopped, but he hadn't heard the other shower curtain move since the water had started, and he didn't think whoever it was had gotten in their own stall yet. Heart pounding in his chest, Chris slowly parted the curtain just enough that he was able to look past it and out into the washroom. Near one of the sinks, Wesker stood and Chris's heard went crazy. Oh fuck it IS him, shit... Everything in him was screaming for him to retreat back into his shower and abandon this reckless voyeurism, but he just couldn't look away. Wesker was in the process of unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it back off of his shoulders and hanging it over one of the hangers. Chris felt his cock twitch in his hand at the sight of the muscles in his captain's shoulders, and a deep heat rose to his cheeks. Just as he was feeling overwhelmed, Wesker's head moved as if to turn and Chris threw himself back into the shower so hard he almost slipped. Panting, heart racing, and renewed erection in hand he prayed to himself Wesker hadn't see him, and waited a moment before daring to peek out again.
Wesker still stood there, now with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, and he was just finishing folding his pants and placing them on the counter. Walking over to his own stall several down from Chris', the brunette watched utterly entranced as his captain walked by, the way in which his hair was swept back, the sharpness of his jawline, the smoothness of his biceps. Disappearing into the showers, Chris leaned back against the wall and let himself listen to the sounds of the hot water as it moved over his captain. Giving himself a tentative stroke, Chris shut his eyes, his mind battling with the urges he felt. It wasn't that Chris was debating whether or not to actually do what his hand was already doing, but whether or not to do it here or to retreat back to his room. Moving his hand a bit faster, Chris bit his lip to repress a moan again, horrified at the idea that Wesker would know what he was doing. Turning and placing one hand against the wall of the shower, Chris let the hot water run over his head as he gave in and let himself jerk off. Mixed images of the stripclub, the feeling of Jade's hand rubbing over his pants, and the sight of Wesker's muscled form and knowing it was just stalls down from him...
His hand formed a fist against the wall, and he gnawed the inside of his lip as he came, hard, the milky fluid that emerged immediately washing away and disappearing down the drain. Shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm, Chris felt that cloudy feeling in his brain that he'd felt the first time he'd jerked off with thoughts of his captain in his head. Catching his breath, he moved a shaky hand to his head, making sure all the soap and shampoo was gone before he turned the water off. Reaching out he scooped up his towel and ran it as quickly as he could over his head and torso, before wrapping it around his waist as he had seen Wesker do. Another deep blush returned thinking of his captain, and he reached down picking up his wet swim trunks. Oh god, just hurry up and leave before he gets out, just hurry up and...
Just as he reached the door, he heard the sound of the other shower being turned off, and as he disappeared around the corner he heard the curtain rustle open.
"Goodnight, Redfield." Chris thought his embarrassment would never end.
