sorry for the short chapter, but it's summer hols, and also steam summer sale... I give you smut though. ;) (if the smut seems disjointed I appologize, I am trying my hardest not just to repeat myself.) - And thank you for all the comments, PM's and kudos guys. You rock!


Dinner had been pleasant, much more so than Jake had thought possible. He had expected it to feel forced and awkward, but he had genuinely had a great time. Maybe Chris had really meant the whole starting over thing. Jake inhaled the cool air as they stepped outside on the street. "I had a great time." Jake said smiling a little, "So -"

"Want a drink?" Chris asked casually, "I want a drink."

"Why didn't you just get a drink at the restaurant?" Jake asked sticking his hands down in his pockets, rolling on the balls of his feet.

"Because -" Chris smiled a little sadly, "Only women drink in a restaurant. So what will it be?"

Jake laughed and nodded, "Sure, I could do with a drink too."

"Come on then." Chris turned and walked down the curb, for an insane moment Jake thought of that one time they had walked down the streets of Budapest, and had held hands. Jake knew that he had wished that would come true somehow, but now that he was here, he didn't even want it. Well he didn't want it in the package that it came.

"I am going back to Edonia next week." Chris said out into the night as they walked.

"Come again?" Jake asked.

"I am going back to Edonia."

"But why?" Jake asked.

"We didn't exactly finish the job when we found you." Chris said with a serious tone. "And now we got a real shot at getting the group that captured you."

"Ah okay." Jake nodded.

Chris stopped and scratched his neck nervously, "Look, what do you say we have that drink at my place?"

Jake had not expected that, not by a long shot. So he just stood there like a tool.

"Please, Jake." Chris mumbled with an embarrassed smile.

Jake couldn't help but laugh, and laughed harder at Chris' mortified expression. "Did you think this would work?"

"Yeah – no.. well, I had hoped it would." Chris said staring at his shoes.

Jake didn't answer for a long time, he was back to listing the pros and cons in his head. Finally he took a deep breath and took Chris' hand, "Let's go." he said with a little secretive smile.

Chris looked up at him, confused but with a big smile, "Yeah, let's." He dragged Jake along to a larger street where they could hail a taxi. And all Jake could think was, you are actually doing this, you must be crazy. But Chris' hand felt so perfect in his so he let it slide.

The taxi ride was weird at best, Jake still trying to grasp the fact that he was here, he had known that his resolve would crumble eventually if Chris kept it up, he had just never imagined it would be this fast. So much for principles he thought to himself.

Jake had never seen Chris and Jill's place before, and he was kinda glad that he hadn't because then he would feel even more like an imposter. It was bright and nice, and clearly Jill was a lady who knew what she liked. "You place is very, uhm homely." He said while he stiffly sat down in a sofa chair.

Chris handed him a beer and sat down on the sofa table, their knees touching. "Relax, would you?"

Jake smiled at Chris and nodded, but it didn't take away the feeling of invading on territory which wasn't his. "This feels wrong, okay?" He said with a tiny voice.

Chris placed a hand on Jake's knee, calming him. "Do you regret you came?" He wet his lips and added in a dead serious tone, "I just thought that -"

"I wanted to come." Jake said quickly, "It's just weird, your place with pictures of you and your wife and all.."

"I can take them down if that makes you relax." Chris offered childishly.

"Don't be an idiot." Jake snorted.

"You're right, maybe we should have gone to your place, or a hotel or something." Chris admitted sheepishly, "We can leave if you want to."

Jake shook his head slowly, but said nothing.

"Drink up buddy." Chris grinned and emptied his beer in one go.

"What's the hurry?" Jake asked.

Chris' knowing smile grew, and to his delight Jake looked flushed. They both knew why they were here, and they had been pussyfooting around it for too long. "Stand up." Chris said softly, and to his mild surprise Jake just slowly rose to his feet, letting Chris take the can of beer from his hand and place it on the table.

Jake looked down at Chris and started to unbutton his shirt, hating himself for wearing this shirt today. Still he could tell that Chris didn't mind that it took time. He finished the last button and let Chris fumble with his belt and zipper. The pants dropped and Chris let his hands run up Jake's sides as he too stood in a fluid move. Their lips met while Chris battled with his own t-shirt, until he at last had to end the kiss to pull it over his head and toss it aside.

When Jake felt Chris' skin against his, it was like he had never been away, like he had touched him yesterday, he recalled the scent, the texture and the sound of Chris. He tried to tell himself this was dangerous ground, he should leave now before he lost himself completely and wouldn't know how to stop. Right now he just wanted to jump head first into Chris and never surface again. "God, I missed you." He whispered biting Chris' earlobe.

"Nnhm." Chris hummed in response, pushing Jake backwards into the sofa. "Is that why you've been avoiding me?" He said with a soft smile, leaning down in over Jake to kiss his neck and jaw, his hand slipping on the beige leather sofa.

"Yeah." Jake whispered, tilting his head backwards to give more room for Chris' mouth and tongue.

Somewhere in someone's pocket a phone was ringing, but neither of them reacted, instead Chris pulled back and snapped his belt up, and Jake shimmied out of his briefs. "Uhm Chris, this sofa is -"

"Yeah." Chris said with a laugh, "Floor?"

"Better." Jake laughed softly as he got off the sofa, snatched a pillow and sat down on the floor with the pillow in his lap.

Chris chuckled, and took three long steps backwards where he too sat down, "If you want it, come over here and get it." He teased.

Jake caught on and his smile grew to a grin, before he crawled across the no doubt expensive carpet, on his hands and knees to where Chris sat. When he made it there, he pounced on Chris and forced him down on his back, "Making me work for it huh?" He asked rubbing himself against Chris, and was rewarded with a lewd sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

"What? No points for creativity?" Chris asked with a smile. Jake opened his mouth to answer, but just then Chris flipped them over, "Could you hold that thought?"

"No." Jake grabbed a hold of Chris so he couldn't push off.

"But I was just gonna go get – you know."

"No." Jake repeated, not because he didn't want Chris to go get it, but because he knew he was dangerously close to losing his nerve, and if Chris wasn't here to pin him down and whisper nonsense in his ears, he might as well get dressed. Because what the hell was he even doing here? Lying on a tacky carpet, ass in the air for a married man.

"Okay, okay I won't." Chris said with a slightly puzzled look, leaning down to kiss Jake again. "I'll come prepared next time." He grinned to take the strange seriousness out of the situation, "Dog collar and anal beads – the works."

"It's not a fucking joke." Jake said slightly annoyed.

"I know babe, I know." Chris whispered, wrapping a hand around their joined cocks, slowly working them up again, "I just wanted to make it perfect for you."

Jake closed his eyes and sighed blissfully as lust slowly filled his veins again, "It already is." he whispered.

Chris couldn't help himself, it was the closest to a declaration of love he had ever gotten from Jake, and most likely would ever get, so it made his heart swell with both love and shame. "Stay the night," Chris sucked in his breath as Jake spasmed lightly, ejaculating between their bodies. Chris made swift job of finishing himself, his hand wet with Jake's sperm.

Jake pushed Chris off him so he could breathe, it had been exactly what he had needed, something to break down the wall of awkward. "the night huh?" He grinned, "Only if we bring that bottle of bourbon I saw when I walked in the door."

"If I didn't know better I'd think you were trying to get me drunk Mr. Miller." Chris chuckled.

"No I am trying to get myself drunk," Jake said, sitting up looking down at Chris, "And -" He took a deep breath, deciding that they had to talk about it eventually, then now was a good a time as any, if he had to make a run for it, he still could. "Why aren't you more disturbed by asking me to go sleep in you and your wife's bed?"

"I'm not asking you to sleep." Chris grinned.

"Chris."

"Because.. You'd never believe me if I told you." Chris said seriously.

"Try me."

"Alright." Chris said, "Because I never stopped being in love with you."

"That is fucking cheap." Jake frowned.

"No but I mean it." Chris said, sitting up, looking Jake directly in the eyes. "I am dead serious."

Jake sat for a moment in silence, licking his lips nervously. What the hell was he supposed to do with that admission? He had asked for it, hadn't he? He had hoped for it, and now that he had it, he had no fucking clue what to do with it. "What am I supposed to do with that?" Jake voiced the words in his head with a tiny, slightly desperate tone. He knew it was not the answer that Chris wanted, he could tell from the way he wheezed out the breath he had been holding.

"I don't know." Chris shrugged, "Oh damn, maybe this really is a bad idea, and I am being a selfish asshole." He mumbled, not able to meet Jake's gaze.

Jake decided for a leap of faith and took a deep breath, "Maybe you are, but then so am I."

Chris looked up at Jake trying to read the meaning of that off the other man's face.

"I'm still here, aren't I?" Jake smiled.

"Guess you are." Chris said, his confused expression made way for a grin, "Does this mean you are gonna stay?"

"Yeah." Jake nodded, "I am serious about the booze though."

Jake could feel the buzz of the bourbon through his body, it felt nice and warm, and he cuddled up to Chris as he was watching some stupid sci-fi movie that Jake didn't care for. "What is it about you huh?" Jake said out into the room, noticing that Chris looked at him instead of the TV.

"It's the abs isn't it?" Chris smiled amused.

Jake raised a brow, choosing not to comment on that.

Chris smiled softly, "I can't believe you're actually here."

"Me neither." Jake mumbled, taking another lazy swing of the bottle.

"Put that bottle away," Chris whispered leaning in over and took the bottle from Jake, placing it on the bedside table, "And look at me." He held Jake's head with two fingers on his chin, "I meant it."

Jake just wrapped his arms around Chris' neck and pulled him down for a kiss, "Shut up." He whispered against Chris' lips.

Chris smiled, kissing Jake quickly before he started to kiss his way down his neck, his chest, and when Jake let his legs fall out to each side, Chris grinned against the soft skin and changed directions, kissing Jake's hipbone instead, earning himself a little pouty sigh. Chris kissed and nipped his way down over Jake's inner thigh.

Jake arched off the mattress when he felt Chris' licking a sloppy wet trail from his anus to the base of his cock.

Chris pushed Jake's knees up against his chest, and slowly caressed his way down the soft thighs again, counting on Jake holding his own legs. He leaned in over the bed and opened his bedside drawer where he had massage oil and condoms, it just had to do.

Jake heard Chris say a lot of things, but what registered was 'I wanna fuck you so bad' and all he could do was to push down on the fingers that were stretching him. When Chris' tongue joined the fingers it was sweet torture. But when Jake reached for his aching erection, strong, soft hands turned him around to his stomach. Chris' tongue returned but it was quickly replaced by fingers, smearing something cold that ran down Jake's thigh making him shudder from the tickle.

Holding on to the base of his cock, making sure the condom didn't slip, Chris pushed inside, slowly. And like before he couldn't help but to be a little amazed that Jake's body just accommodated him with ease. Once fully in, Chris grabbed a hold of Jake's hip, noting out of the corner of his eye that Jake lifted one hand to push against the headboard. "You are – well you." Chris huffed, pulling back only to push back in, listening to Jake's soft moan. "Nothing feels quite as good as you." He continued. "Nothing at all."

Jake whimpered, he wanted to answer that, he really did, but he was so damn turned on that his mind wouldn't work straight, and for a split second he wondered how the hell Chris did it, talking and fucking at the same time. The thrusts were not smooth or demanding, they were short and stuttering, like Chris were trying his hardest to control himself. Jake pushed back hard, and grabbed a hold of his own erection, guessing that Chris would catch on.

And he did, Chris sped up, happy that he didn't have to attempt some sort of fucked up tantric marathon fuck session, because he didn't think he'd last more than two minutes like this. It was all just a bit much, Jake here, and well then Jake himself which did funny things to his spine and brain. "I can't -" he managed to get out between grit teeth.

But Jake didn't hear it, he wasn't sure if he felt like he was sucked into a hole, or hit a brick wall, but all air was pushed out of his chest, and soft lightning licked his brain as he climaxed like he didn't think he could.

Chris was on his back in the bed grinning, trying to catch his breath, and when he heard Jake go 'well damn." into the pillow, he chuckled out of breath. "That is the most redeeming quality about you, Miller, it doesn't matter if it lasts two hours or two minutes, you are the lay of a lifetime. Holy crap, man."

Jake knew that he should and could have been offended, but he knew what Chris meant. "Right back at you, Redfield." He managed to mumble. "Asshole."

Chris tossed the condom at the waste in, and curled up against Jake, kissing the sweaty shoulder blade. "So you gonna be here when I wake?" He asked.

"Depends." Jake slurred on the edge of sleep.

"Come on, Jake." Chris asked, dangerously close to begging.

"Yeah, yeah I'll be here."