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Warning: Mentions of male/male sex
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Chapter 25- Confidence
A successful person is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him or her. ~David Brinkley~
Chris woke in the morning to an empty bed just as he had expected- Wesker did not sleep in, even if it was only nine in the morning. Chris had always thought he would have retained his 'early riser' habit after he left the Air Force, but had found himself sleeping in again only a few weeks after being discharged.
It really wasn't his fault beds were so cosy and warm.
Getting out of bed, Chris shuffled to the bathroom and made use of the toilet before brushing his teeth, the palm of his hand rubbing over the stubble that had once again formed on his chin.
First he would call Claire- see how she was doing and if she sounded all right, then he would start yelling at her. He still couldn't believe she was driving a motorcycle around, despite knowing the dangers. He had been holding onto the small sliver of hope that she would quickly move out of her motorcycle obsession and perhaps move on to something more safe. Like mini-vans or bicycles with training wheels still on them so she couldn't fall.
After calling Claire, then he would see about shaving. He'd been told by a few people (mostly women) that the stubble made him look more rugged and handsome. But Wesker once commented on how he enjoyed it when Chris shaved- he liked the smoothness.
And, although he would never admit it, Chris preferred to keep himself shaved and clean as a whistle. His excuse to himself was it got him laid more often and not that he wanted to please Wesker.
Spitting out his toothpaste, Chris washed his face before venturing into his kitchen/living room to call Claire, but stopped when he was met with the sight of Wesker- still in his borrowed pajama bottoms but with a newspaper in front of him and a pen between his fingers.
"I took the liberty of borrowing your bathrobe so I could go down to your mailbox and get the paper- I hope you don't mind," Wesker said, not even looking up from his crossword puzzle.
"Uh, no… I don't." Chris was a little surprised to see Wesker still hanging about. Maybe Wesker wanted to spend the day with him…?
The idea even sounded ridiculous to himself, but he decided to play along with the notion anyways.
Sitting down at the table across from Wesker, Chris watched him fill out a few more boxes before he finally looked up at Chris.
"What is it?" he asked, putting the pen down before leaning back in his chair.
Shrugging, Chris leaned back in his chair as well. "Curious as to why you're still here, I guess. Usually you're out of here as soon as you're up- desperate for a shower and more paperwork."
"I am not… desperate for paperwork," Wesker said, scratching his shoulder. "In any case, I was waiting to see if you were going to wake up in a funk or not- I can't have one of my men in a bad mood even if it is the weekend. We may need to go on a mission and I can't have you thinking about your younger sibling's welfare."
Chris frowned slightly, but tried not to let the disappointment show too much on his face. "Oh… So you're only concerned about my worth ethic?"
He supposed he should be grateful Wesker showed him so much compassion last night- it was out of character for Wesker to be so comforting and tender with him, especially when Chris was displaying what he figured was a 'weakness'. So he really shouldn't be so disappointed that in the morning Wesker was going back to his usual behaviour.
"For the most part yes, but I was also slightly concerned for you on a more… personal level," Wesker said just as he decided to go back to his crossword puzzle.
Well that just made Chris' week.
"Thanks, Wesker, I really appreciate—"
"Call your sister," Wesker interrupted, going to write in yet another answer.
Rolling his eyes, Chris gave Wesker a lazy salute before going to grab the phone off of the wall. Walking as far away from Wesker as he could with the corded phone, Chris sat down on his lone arm chair and dialled his aunt's place, hoping his uncle didn't pick up. He hadn't talked to the man since Christmas, and he wasn't about to change that.
"Hello?"
"Claire! Thank god you're awake- how are you feeling? Not in pain I hope?" Chris spewed out as soon as he heard Claire's voice. He had planned on keeping a level head, but as soon as he heard her voice all of his plans went out the door.
He could hear a soft chuckle on the other end before she replied. "I'm okay- I'm in a little bit of pain but it's mostly just tender muscle. But I'm already sick of this cast- it gets in the way of everything."
"Did the doctors give you anything for the pain? Like medication or something?" he asked as the tight feeling in his chest that he hadn't even been aware was there began to leave.
"Yeah, just for a few days though- it's not like I was seriously hurt or anything. Just scratched up," Claire said, and Chris could hear the annoyance in her voice. Well at least she didn't sound like she was about to die or anything. And if she sounded all right, then he could finally become the sensible older brother and ream her out for being an idiot.
"Well, now that that's covered… What the hell were you thinking, Claire?" Chris cried out, and he could see Wesker look up from his newspaper quickly before snapping his gaze back down.
"I was being careful, Chris! It's been really warm down here so there was no snow on the roads and most of it was melting on the ground! I had a long weekend and I thought I'd go down to see Aunt Lily- it's faster if I take my motorcycle and not the bus!" Claire cried out, desperately trying to defend herself.
"It was stupid, Claire. You shouldn't even have a motorcycle- they're dangerous vehicles and you need something more fitting for your needs. How about I buy you monthly bus passes you can use to get around the city?"
"Chris, I can't always take the bus. Besides, I'm a big girl now who understands the consequences."
Sighing, Chris shook his head even though she couldn't see it. "No- you're not a big girl yet. You're tough, but you're still my little sister, which means you're always the baby to me. How about I help you buy a mini-van, they're safe!"
Chris could hear Claire laugh on the other end, and he tried not to smile himself. This was serious, god damn it!
"Now you're just being silly, Chris. Look, I appreciate the concern but I'm okay… If it makes you feel better I'll be much more careful this time. I've learned my lesson," Claire said, and Chris could practically hear the twinkle in her eye.
"Fine… But I still think you should get rid of it. Spend the money you get from selling it on new clothes or something," Chris mumbled, picking lint off of his boxers. Chris was about to add something when Wesker coughed in the background and Claire obviously heard it.
"Hey, who's over there right now this early in the morning?" she asked, curiosity mixed with cheekiness in her voice.
"No one- that was no one. Anyways, I love you and take care and call me tomorrow so I can keep track of how you are, okay?" Chris said, already going to hang up the phone.
"I love you too!" Claire said, laughing as Chris hung up.
Staring at the phone for a time, Chris breathed deeply before looking over at Wesker, who was now standing near the table. "That was close, you know… She figures someone stayed the night with me."
Shrugging, Wesker wandered over to Chris and tugged him close, hands braced on either side of Chris' hips.
"And this matters… because?" he asked, going to kiss Chris slowly. Melting into the kiss, Chris forgot the question for a second before Wesker pulled away, a smirk on his lips. Putting his hands on top of Wesker's own, Chris pulled out his best frown to match Wesker's smirk.
"Because firstly, my sister thinks I'm an all-American boy with a love of women and their tits- not a guy and his cock. Secondly, if anyone found out other than— I mean, if anyone found out then we'd be in trouble- co-workers, remember?"
"Other than who?" Wesker asked quickly, his hands grasping onto Chris' hips a little more forcefully.
"No one- I was just mixing my, uh… dreams with reality," Chris lied, trying to get out of what he had said. Wesker didn't know Chris had told his uncle about them, and he wasn't about to let him if he could help it.
"Dreams with reality?" he asked, his grip loosening just a fraction, making Chris relax too.
"I had a dream the other day that Forest found out about us and ended up marrying Jill to a dog because he figured seeing as how two dudes were fucking, then someone should be able to marry a dog…" Chris said, sounding lame even to his own ears.
"It seems like your dream world is rather against homosexuality," Wesker drawled out, one hand straying to Chris' lower back.
"I guess my dream world is just a little… worried, I guess, of what other people think," he said, shrugging as he began to slowly push himself against Wesker, intent on deflecting the conversation to something less dangerous.
Truth be told, Chris was still a little uncomfortable with his new status as being, what many would consider, gay. He still liked women, quite a lot actually, but he'd have trouble explaining that to anyone who saw him making out with another guy. And while he was comfortable with the notion of being with Wesker now, he still realized most people would not be.
And so he occasionally had thoughts- thoughts that ran along the lines of complete and utter fear if anyone found out. Anyone, of course, other than his uncle and Kenneth- at least they hadn't told anyone…
"Hey… How about we partake in that sweaty, hot, make-up sex we were talking about last night," Chris mumbled, figuring sex was the best distraction. Going to kiss Wesker's neck gently, he could still feel the tension in his body and figured he wouldn't be easily fooled.
"I know you're trying to distract me," Wesker said as he titled his head to the side anyways, giving Chris more access to kiss, nip, and lick the skin on his neck.
"Is it working?" Chris mumbled, sucking on Wesker's earlobe.
He could finally feel him shudder, and the grip on his lower back soon travelled lower to squeeze Chris' ass, making him moan softly in Wesker's ear.
"Slightly… Not enough to have me turn my back on the paperwork I left at the office last night, though…" Wesker hummed out as he pushed away from Chris. Letting go more out of shock, Chris watched Wesker make move to go to the bedroom, intent on getting his clothes.
"You're seriously leaving to do paperwork on a Saturday morning?" Chris said, following Wesker into the bedroom.
"I neglected them last night for you, but they really must be done," he said, taking off the pajama bottoms before reaching for his underpants, which were laying on top of his regular clothes.
Watching Wesker bend over, his naked ass fully exposed to his gaze, Chris came to the sudden conclusion that a) Wesker was retarded sometimes, and b) he wasn't going to let him leave without a fight.
"Well… okay, leave if you want," Chris mumbled, going to take off his boxers. Climbing onto his bed, Chris rested against the headboard and spread his legs slightly, a knee rising as he exposed himself to Wesker.
His cock was already beginning to get hard, and his balls were heavy, resting tightly against his body.
Wesker turned around just to see Chris spread before him, a hand trailing down to lazily fondle his cock.
"I was saving myself, you know, for the next time we got together. But now I'm thinking I just can't wait any longer," Chris said, a smile appearing as Wesker tried desperately to seem unaffected.
While Wesker was the king of cool and stoicism, Chris had begun to spend enough time with him that he could see tiny hints in Wesker's face and stance that showed his emotions. A slight tightening of the corner of his mouth when annoyed; head lowered in a defensive position when uncomfortable and on guard; the rolling back of the shoulders when proud and comfortable; and finally, when aroused (other than the obvious erection), Wesker's mouth would always part slightly, and he would take a sharp inhale of air just as his nostrils flared- almost as if he was tasting the air for the smell of Chris in heat.
Wesker became animalistic during sex, and Chris loved it.
"Your paperwork will still be there in a few hours," Chris finally said, watching Wesker drop his underwear. Grinning, Chris opened his legs a little more as Wesker crawled onto the bed and pushed himself close, groins already rubbing together as Wesker kissed Chris hungrily before finishing it off with a sharp bite to his bottom lip.
"You've caught me on a good day, dear heart," Wesker said, pushing Chris roughly against him. Wrapping his arms around Wesker's shoulders and a leg around his waist to keep close, Chris winked and kissed Wesker's upper lip.
"Too bad, because I'm feeling particularly bad today."
And for a second, Chris had almost said it with a straight face… Almost.
**XX**
He still didn't really know how this happened, how he was sitting in his Jeep across from Barry's house with Wesker sitting next to him, a case of expensive beer perched on his lap while he gazed outside.
Chris, Barry, Forest, and Joseph has started poker night a few weeks ago, the four of them getting together every Saturday to play a few rounds of poker, unwind from the stressful and exhausting week of work, and chat about varied affairs. It was just a bonding experience for the guys, to let them all know they were still a team, despite the great divide between them all.
But it was Wednesday afternoon when Wesker entered the equation. Chris and Forest had been taking a coffee break in the break room and were talking about poker night when Wesker walked in, making Forest boast about his accomplishments.
"Man, I kicked all of your asses so bad last week! I am going to be the undefeated champion come the end of the month," Forest said, voice loud enough to carry about the break room.
"You got lucky…" Chris said, smiling despite Forest's bragging. Chris knew he wasn't the best at poker, and felt little animosity towards Forest winning. But he did feel a lack of spare change in his pants pockets every day… That was a little frustrating.
"The champion of what?" Wesker asked as he approached the table, a coffee mug in his hand. Chris looked up and smiled slightly and noticed for the briefest of moments the same smile returned before Forest looked up from his water.
"Champion of poker, that's what! I'm undefeated when it comes to playing with the Saturday night gang- I always leave with the most cash." Grinning, Forest winked at Wesker, and Chris was slightly surprised by how friendly Forest was being- it wasn't every day he saw his best friend smile at Wesker.
"I bet Wesker could beat you," Chris chimed in, taking a sip of his coffee as Forest's grin got even bigger.
"I doubt it- do you even know how to play, Captain?" Forest asked, his ego almost suffocating everyone present in the room.
Wesker shrugged and sipped his coffee slowly. "I have played it a few times… I remember being good at it, but I haven't played it in so long I could have lost my touch."
"I think you should come this Friday and play him," Chris said, grinning as Forest suddenly lost his smile. Wesker had the poker face- even Forest knew that.
"I don't want to intrude on all of you," Wesker said, eyebrows furrowing as he looked at Chris- obviously displeased by Chris' idea.
"No, it's no trouble at all… I'd like to see you win against me," Forest said, puffing his chest out.
And at that moment, it had now become a challenge- a matter of honour.
And so, this is why Chris found himself sitting in his now-cooling car as Wesker inspected his surroundings, delicate fingers playing with the cardboard handle on the beer carrier.
"You don't… you know, have to hang out with us if you don't want to. I know you think this is a waste of time and—" Chris began, only to have Wesker open the door of his car.
"I said I would challenge him, and I cannot walk away from it now," Wesker explained as he stepped out with Chris following suit.
Wesker had spoken before about how he wasn't looking forward to spending the evening with men he didn't believe had anything particularly enlightening to talk about, but Chris figured it would be a good thing for Wesker to talk to his teammates and subordinates on a more friendly basis and told him so. It would be good to build further trust with the men he was supposed to lead into dangerous situations.
The idea seemed to appease Wesker for a time, and Chris figured that was what Wesker was thinking as the two of them walked up to Barry's house.
Stopping Wesker before they reached the door, Chris looked around to make sure the coast was clear before going to kiss Wesker quickly, catching the corner of his mouth as he turned to look at Chris.
"What was that for?" he asked just before Chris kissed him again, making Wesker catch his bottom lip in a soft bite.
"Thanks… for giving this a try," Chris said, smiling.
Wesker seemed like he was going to go in for another kiss before he shrugged and continued up to Barry's house, leaving Chris to follow.
Ever since they made up a week ago, they had been all over each other. While Chris took an opportunity to kiss Wesker whenever he could, he was surprised to find Wesker sneaking in kisses now and again, even when they were at work. Of course, no one was around when it happened, but it still shocked Chris. Wesker usually refrained from instigating anything too intimate while at the office, and it was usually Chris voicing his desires rather than Wesker.
Chris was tempted to call it the 'Honey Moon' phase of their relationship, but knew Wesker would probably kick his ass if he did so.
Ringing the doorbell, the two men stood outside for a moment, shoulders pressed together before the door opened, making them pull apart in a casual fashion. Barry's cheery face greeted them, and the warmth and light from inside created an inviting space.
"Hey, guys, glad you two could make it!" Barry opened the door wider, letting them inside and out of the cold. Closing the door, Barry accepted the beer Wesker had passed him, a slightly surprised expression on his face.
"I don't drink beer, but I have heard it on good authority that this draft has a subtle but rich flavour to it," Wesker explained, taking his coat off while Chris tried desperately not to laugh.
"Well thanks, I'm sure the rest of us will enjoy it," Barry said, obviously used to Wesker's formal manners.
Following Barry into his house, Chris watched Wesker out of the corner of his eye as the man inspected the house as they walked down the hallway, passing the living room and kitchen before entering the dining room where Joseph and Forest were already sitting at the table.
As soon as they walked into the room, Forest lost the grin that had been on his lips mere moments ago, instead replaced with slightly parted lips- almost like a fish.
"Didn't expect him to come, did you?" Chris said, grinning as the two of them sat down while Barry went off to finish fixing the snacks.
"No, no, I knew he'd come- although, Wesker, you better be ready to lose," Forest said, quickly regaining his composure while Joseph casually shuffled the cards, a smirk on his lips.
"I don't know, man, you look pretty freaked out," Joseph said, shaking his head slowly. "Afraid you might lose?"
"I am not going to lose," Forest said, leaning back in his chair.
Meanwhile, Wesker didn't really seem to be paying attention to the conversation, and was instead inspecting the table, tracing his fingers along the dark lines that strayed across the rich brown-coloured wood. Chris was about to nudge Wesker when Barry and Kathy walked into the room, snacks and drinks in their hands.
As soon as Wesker saw Kathy, he stood up and helped her put the food down before shaking her hand, a small smile on his features.
"Hello, you must be Kathy. I am Albert Wesker- it's a pleasure to finally meet you," he said, going to kiss the top of her hand.
Chris could hear a small gagging sound coming from across the table, coincidentally the same place Forest was sitting.
Kathy blushed a deep red, and Barry shook his head, an amused smile on his lips. Chris figured if it was anyone other than Wesker doing this he'd have him in a headlock in five seconds flat.
"It is certainly nice to meet you as well, Mr. Wesker. Barry talks so fondly of you and I was beginning to wonder when I would get to meet you," she replied, taking her hand back.
"And he speaks often of you as well, alongside talk of your two children," Wesker said before looking around the house briefly. "I must commend you on your style choices- your home is beautifully decorated, and I am quite taken with your dining room table. It is walnut, is it not?"
"Oh yes, yes it is! My mother gave it to me before she moved into the nursing home. It's been in the family for years." Kathy's smile got even brighter if at all possible, and everyone in the room save for Wesker and Kathy rolled their eyes.
If Chris didn't know from first hand experience how much Wesker liked to suck cock, he'd have been more jealous of the way Wesker was putting the moves on Kathy.
"Can we please start playing?" Forest asked, breaking up the conversation between the two of them just as they began talking about the antique market in England.
"Oh, I'm sorry I've delayed your game!" Kathy said, already heading out of the room. "But thank you, Mr. Wesker. We really must talk further about antiques later!"
"It would be a pleasure," Wesker said as he went to sit back down beside Chris, the small smile on his lips automatically disappearing, instead replaced with his usual impassive expression.
"… Antiques?" Chris asked after a moment of silence between all of them.
"I research many things- it's important to be knowledgeable about a variety of different topics. You never know when it might come in use," Wesker explained before looking at Forest. "Now, then… Shall we play?"
**XX**
"I think I just cleaned out my entire saving's account," Forest mumbled, eyes downcast as he looked at his last chip.
Everyone was looking at Forest, watching the way the man looked visibly defeated as he played with his last chip, fingers twirling it around.
Well, everyone except for Wesker, who was counting another row of chips, just one of the many that circled him to make a small fortress. It would be an understatement to say that Wesker had destroyed them all- never once giving away his hand in his movements or facial expression.
Near the end, when Forest began to get more and more desperate, he called Wesker out on wearing sunglasses, to which Wesker responded by taking them off and winning another round.
Barry, Joseph, and Chris had long since given up, deciding that what they had lost was good enough, and that there was no way they would win against the terminator himself. Unfortunately, Forest refused to believe he could be beaten, and desperately tried to claim his crown once more.
But to no avail.
"We should have just played strip poker- would have lost a lot less," Joseph said, making Barry laugh and Forest smile a fraction.
"Yeah, I think it would have turned out a lot better, why didn't you come up with that idea before?" Barry asked, playfully punching Joseph on the shoulder.
"Hey, I would have totally done strip poker, only…" Forest suddenly trailed off, eyes looking at Wesker quickly before back at his poker chip.
"Only what?" Wesker asked, head cocking to the side as he inspected Forest. Chris sat beside Wesker and watched as the man's body tensed a fraction while the air around them grew thick.
"Well, you know… I mean… are the… well, are the rumours true? I mean… are you gay?" Forest asked, finally looking up at Wesker to meet his gaze.
"Hey, I don't think—" Chris began, trying to get out of the conversation that affected him more than anyone other than Wesker knew. Usually when this topic came up it left Chris feeling even more defeated about his lifestyle choice- especially when his best friend went on his usual ignorant tangent about homosexuality.
"Yes, they are true. I am a homosexual male, but I do not see how this is of any concern to you. What I do in the bedroom is not connected to work, and therefore is none of your business," Wesker replied, voice cool and distant.
"Well I know, but… Well, if we played strip poker, I mean…" Forest shrugged and placed the poker chip on top of the table.
"Just because I am gay does not mean I want to have sex with every man I see- and having a man take his clothes off in front of me will not make me suddenly need to rut with said male. Besides, you flatter yourself far too much- you are not my type.
"Now… now that that is out of the way, I expect this won't cause any strife between us at the workplace?" Wesker asked, jaw clenching.
Forest and Wesker continued to stare at each other while Chris, Barry, and Joseph looked on, all three of them fidgeting as it grew more and more awkward. Finally, Forest snapped and looked away, shrugging once again.
"No, it won't. You're right, none of my business," Forest mumbled.
"Good… Now, Chris, I feel it's time we leave," Wesker said, bringing Chris back to reality. He was about to ask Wesker why they had to leave together before he realized they had come together, making Chris suddenly feel very uncomfortable. What if they suspected?
Shaking off the stupid thought, Chris stood up and helped Wesker clean up some of the chip bowls and beer bottles while Barry stood up, attempting to stop them.
"Hey, Kathy and I will clean that up, you don't have to worry about it," he began before Wesker snatched an empty bottle out of his hand.
"This is the least I can do for you opening your home to me tonight," Wesker said as Barry slowly sat back down, nodding.
"Well, if you insist…"
"I do," Wesker said before leaving for the kitchen, Chris trailing behind like some small child.
When they were behind the swinging door of the kitchen and alone, Chris let out a heavy sigh and put the bowls down beside the sink.
"That was pretty awesome, you know… telling Forest off. He's been saying and making references to shit like that for a while now and I never said anything," Chris said, watching Wesker rinse out the beer bottles.
"As I have stated before, people like him may suffer in their blind ignorance. I will only step in if that ignorance interferes with my work," he said, lining the bottles up along the back of the counter.
Chris nodded and leaned against the counter, deep in thought while he watched Wesker. He wished he could be so comfortable about it- about being attracted to some guys. Wesker always seemed so… collected and confident when it came to almost everything, and Chris envied that about him sometimes.
The only conversation he ever had about his relationship with another man ended with him being unable to defend his position- he had felt useless when his uncle yelled at him.
"Hey… Can I tell you something… when we get back to your place?" Chris asked, going to take Wesker's hand in his own after he had finished cleaning the bottles.
Wesker paused a moment, eyebrows furrowing before he nodded, squeezing Chris' hand before pulling away to go back into the dining room to say goodbye.
**XX**
Chris held off telling Wesker what he wanted to say until he was holding him close, their chests pressed together while Wesker lay in his customary spot between Chris' legs.
Letting the afterglow run its course, Chris ran his hands through Wesker's hair as he rested his head on Chris' shoulder, breathing evening out after their frantic coupling. Staring up at the ceiling, Chris continued to battle with himself, trying to decide if he should tell Wesker about his conversation with his uncle.
The worst that could happen would be Wesker getting angry with Chris for letting it slip and in the process endangering both their careers and relationship. The best that could happen would be Wesker would understand and let it slide- maybe even have some more harsh but true words of advice.
Chris really didn't want Wesker to be angry. After all, they had just gotten over another fight and he wasn't ready to give up their 'Honey Moon' phase just yet.
"You've stopped," Wesker mumbled against Chris' shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"What?" Chris said while Wesker moved away from Chris to lay down beside him.
"You stopped combing my hair… You're thinking about something," Wesker said while Chris moved away from the wet spot before rolling over onto his stomach, arms wrapping around his pillow while he rested his head on it.
"Yeah… I was thinking about if I should tell you what I wanted to or just keep quiet," he said as Wesker scooted over to make room for him.
"Now that you've said that I think you should tell me."
Sighing, Chris stuffed his face in his pillow before lifting it to look at Wesker, taking a moment to admire his dishevelled appearance before he ruined the mood. "I told my uncle about the two of us."
Nothing was said for a moment, and Wesker looked at Chris before he ran a hand through his messy hair, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
"That was very foolish of you," he mumbled, resting his back against the headboard. Chris frowned and continued to hug the pillow. "How did he react?"
"He got angry… upset and unwilling to listen. He doesn't approve of homosexuality- went on about how it was disgusting and an abomination. Then he freaked because we work together..." Chris mumbled, looking up at Wesker.
Wesker sighed yet again and looked outside his bedroom window before back at Chris. "Is this why you've been so insecure about our relationship the past month?"
"Maybe a little." Sitting up, Chris moved to rest against the headboard too, shoulder pressed against Wesker's. He could really use a smoke right now…
"Are you going to continue to let it affect your own views?" Wesker asked after a time, hand going to trace Chris' jaw line.
"I don't want it to, but I just don't know how you do it. How you don't let anything affect you… You're always so calm and confident about everything, even when someone is pretty much accusing you of being a pervert because of your sexuality." Looking down at his hands, Chris relaxed slightly under Wesker's caress and reached up to take his hand in his own.
"We're two completely different people, dear heart. We think differently, we react differently, and we deal with situations differently- it's what makes us—"
"Different?" Chris asked, finishing Wesker's sentence with a cheeky smile.
"… Yes, that's what makes us different. You're volatile, Christopher- you let your emotions get to you when it comes to your personal life… But that's not always a bad thing," he said, letting Chris fiddle with his delicate fingers.
"Funny, you seem to think it is and tell me every chance you get," he said while getting off of the bed. Walking over to Wesker's dresser, Chris played with the leaves of a small potted plant, frowning.
"What I am trying to say, Chris, is that you can't compare yourself to me or anyone else. You handle your situations in a different manner, but that doesn't make it any better or worse than how I do it. You should stick with your gut reaction- if you're uncomfortable with this, then we should end it. I hired you for your ability to gauge the situation accordingly, and I expect you to handle yourself in such a manner," Wesker drawled out, almost as if he was terribly bored with the conversation.
Picking a leaf off of the plant, Chris turned to look at Wesker, trying to gauge his real emotions. He couldn't, unfortunately- the poker face was once again present.
"So you're saying you want to break up?" he asked after a time, going to sit on the edge of the bed.
"No, I am wondering if you do, though."
"And say if I did… would you be upset?" Chris asked, keeping his eyes locked with Wesker's.
"It's not my decision. You're the one uncomfortable with the entire affair, so it's your decision."
"No, I want to know if you'd be upset if I stopped coming over to be with you." Chris scooted closer to Wesker, intensity in his eyes.
If he could just get Wesker to admit…
Rolling his eyes, Wesker looked away for a moment before glancing back at Chris through his messy bangs. Chris noticed the clenching of his jaw before he spoke, his words sounding forced. "Yes… I would be."
Chris was honestly surprised by the confession, but appreciated it none the less. Wesker wanted this relationship as much as he did, and that brought confidence to Chris in his decision to stay with him.
"Well good, because I don't want to end it. Look, I know I have a tendency to freak out over things when it comes to… you know, being kinda gay, but I don't want to stop this because of it. It's just taking me more time to get used to it than it took you, because, you know… we're different," Chris explained, finally crawling back onto the bed so he was laying close to Wesker. "But can you be a little more understanding next time I have a question about our relationship and homosexuality in general?"
Wesker hummed softly and scooted down so he, too, was laying back down. Grabbing the blankets that had been pushed to the bottom of the bed, Wesker tossed them over their nude forms and lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
"I suppose I could do that… Just promise me one thing."
"What?"
"Next time you have such a crisis, don't bring it up late in the evening right after sex, because frankly I am exhausted and I could have just given you some very bad advice- I probably won't remember any of this come the morning," Wesker said as Chris slid closer, an arm wrapping around his waist.
"Are you trying to get out of the confession of you wanting to be with me?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face before kissing the corner of Wesker's mouth.
"What confession?"
That pesky thing called homophobia has popped up again! But thankfully we have Wesker here who doesn't give a shit about what other people think to help Chris along the way! Anyways, this is one of the 'sweeter' chapters again, and next chapter is maybe... Wesker's birthday? Oh, isn't that exciting? But uh, enjoy these nicer chapters while you can because soon things are going to start to get a little less happy and a little more tense. And then maybe it'll get good again? Of course only to get bad again. Anyways, yes, I hope you liked this chapter! Thank you for the awesome support you've all been giving me- I really, really, REALLY appreciate it! I wouldn't be here without your guys support~!