Chris was exhausted after he got home from work that night, the weather also not helping. It had been doing nothing but storming all week and the rain was heavy.
Aside from that, his mind was still wrapped around what happened a few weeks ago at work, wondering if his captain coming onto him was a fever dream, like the many he had in the past. Wesker showed interested, sexual interest at that, and it made him get hot every time he thought about it.
Was he really interested in Chris? Was he really wanting to get to know him? The brunette couldn't be sure but they did text each other through snapchat, almost every day actually. Not when they were working but often at night when he got home from work and would lounging in his bed with the television on.
The chats started off pretty simple and basic at first but after the third night, Chris got a little bold and the texting got deeper. Wesker didn't seem to mind and replied back, often talking about the things he liked about the pointman, such as his eyes or his hair.
It hadn't gotten sexual, not yet anyways, and he was nervous thinking about it. They already talked about what they liked about each other, again physical features, but Chris was honestly too shy to delve deeper into it.
About five days after was when Wesker finally sent him a photo, sitting at his home desk probably, sunglasses on and with 'I would like it if you were here with me' typed across it. It was simple but it drove Chris wild on the inside, his heart racing and his thumbs shaking as he tried to send a photo back.
He tried – and thought he failed – in sending one back of him sitting on his bed, only having his white t-shirt and one tanned arm visible in the photo with the caption "I'd like that but it's late and I'm exhausted."
Once it got casual, Chris was sending basic selfies to the man and he got maybe a few in return but mostly texts. He didn't care, he enjoyed it and he wondered it was going to go deeper soon. His body wanted it to happen.
Chris was anxious waiting for tonight's conversation as he walked into his bedroom. He unbuttoned his work pants before tossing them into the hamper along with his socks, happy that he was going to have time to enjoy a shower and eat some dinner. As he was taking off his shirt, his phone chimed from where it was charging on the beside table and he was a little excited to answer, dropping his shirt to view the message. It was from Wesker, his name on the app was A-Wesker naturally, and it was a photo. He stilled over opening it or not, his mind racing as he thought about what it was.
Was it suggestive? Was it normal? Chris bit down on his bottom lip thinking about it, feeling his face get a little hot at the idea.
Deciding to let his phone charge a bit more, he stripped off the rest of his sweaty clothes, grabbed a soft towel and stepped into his bathroom. It was in his bedroom, which he liked and made it more convenient to use. The hot water felt good against his tender skin, the brunette sighing as he rubbed over a tense muscle in his shoulder. He kept thinking back to the photo message, hoping against his better judgement that it was something that could help get him off, despite feeling a bit guilty.
Once he was finished, he towel dried his hair before pulling on a soft white sleep shirt and some green plaid pajama pants, loving how they felt against his legs. "Alright, let's order some food and then I can get comfy." He mumbled to himself and placed an order for a burger and some fries, hoping that this place was as good as it looked.
Just then, his phone chimed loudly. Chris grabbed it off the charger and again, felt warmness pool in his stomach when he saw it was another message but a text instead.
Sitting himself down on his bed, he opened it and almost caught his breath.
Wesker had sent a photo but this one was different than the others – he was leaned against what looked like a leather couch and the lights around him were dimmed. He still had his sunglasses on but his black shirt was unbuttoned somewhat at the neck and the sleeves had been rolled up to reveal pale, toned forearms. And to top it all off, he was smirking. Chris felt his body reacting to the image, wondering if the older man knew what was he doing. He had to have; he wanted a reaction.
Mulling over what he was going to send, Chris nervously chewed on his thumb. This photo was erotic enough for him, his body responding with warmth but he had to send one back.
Forgetting about his food, he angled himself on the bed and tried to get his face in the camera but got shy at the last minute, and covered his smile with his hand. He left some of his tanned bicep in the photo and sent it with a glow filter, his heart thudding.
A few moments later, Wesker had replied with a text that simply read: "Show me more. I know you are hiding that smile from me, Redfield."
Show him more?
Chris's mind was rolling, not knowing how to respond besides replying back with a flew flushed emojis. His captain really wanted to see more of him? Did he really think he was that attractive? It couldn't be true.
Fretting over his numerous thoughts, the brunette decided to take another photo but this time, wanted to be a more what the older man wanted.
Instead of sitting up, he tried to lay down in a good angle and after exhaling, pulled up the bottom of his shirt just a bit so a small amount of bronzed skin could be seen. He felt embarrassed at taking a photo like this but added a gentle sparkling filter before sending the photo with the caption, "Sorry for the mess, I haven't had time to fix my bed."
Chris plopped the phone on the other pillow and exhaled a few times, feeling his palms get sweaty with nervousness. He had never done anything like that before so he couldn't help but think he looked bad in the photo or that his smile looked weird. A minute passed and his food was delivered, putting more thoughts into this head that he indeed looked bad in the photo –
Just then, his phone went off again and he was sent not one but three messages. That alone was almost enough to send him into a panic but after downing some water to relax himself, he pushed his food away in favor of answering the texts.
Chris's cheeks bloomed at the messages, the attention he was receiving foreign and unknown but he liked it, his body loved it. Compliments about his eyes as usual but also one about the shirt he was wearing and how Wesker would like to pull it off himself had the brunette biting on his bottom lip, arousal beginning to flow through him.
Had the older man meant what he said? Did he really want… to take his clothes off and kiss his body? It made him shudder, not used to feeling like this. It was new but so raw and fresh.
Another text popped up, this time reading. "Will you show me more? I have something for you in return if you do."
Now that was something he couldn't refuse so after washing his hands and mouth free of food, he thought about what to do. He didn't want to get naked – he wasn't comfortable with that – so he opted for pulling off his shirt and after covering his eyes with his hand, smiling because he was incredibly flustered, he took a photo of him sitting up this time, his bare chest and arms on full display. He worked out regularly and wasn't too sure on his body looked but Wesker seemed into him despite his own opinion of how he looked.
Wesker didn't hesitate to respond and the photo that came through almost made the brunette drop his phone into his face. The man had moved from the couch to what looked like a darkened foyer but there was enough light so his sunglasses could be seen – but his shirt had more buttons undone and unlike before, he had a thumb pressed to his lips to be a tease. And it worked, Chris feeling his pulse in his ears at the sight.
This was nothing like they had done before, it was more lustful and entertaining. He couldn't believe this was happening, he and the captain of S.T.A.R.S were sending selfies back and fourth through a silly app and he was getting turned on from it.
He didn't have more time to think before a few more texts came through, this one making his fluster from how sweet it was.
"You look marvelous in those photos, do not be shy or think otherwise. Your eyes are passionate, full of life and your skin looks tempting. Send me another, I know you have it in you. Tell me what you'd want to be for me."
Chris covered his face with both hands, practically burning through them with how hot he had become but he couldn't help himself. He wasn't used to these types of compliments, they were so incredible and made him feel attractive but at the same time, this was his captain.
Letting out a deep breath, the brunette wanted to end it right there but something inside of him was telling him to send one more photo before bed. It couldn't hurt – he wanted to be a tease right back.
Turning himself over so he was lying on his stomach, Chris made sure to hide his lower legs in favor of showing off his back and biceps, but keeping his butt angled in the photo. He didn't add a filter to this one and arched his lower back, smiling shyly and had his free arm tucked underneath his chin. He added a peach emoji with "If only you could come over here and get me, I'd be your late night snack."
Heart pounding at what he just said, he quickly sent the selfie and buried his face into his pillow afterwards.
There was no message for a few moments so that gave him enough time to cool down with some water. Chris couldn't help but get aroused, groaning at getting hard but again, this was probably what Wesker wanted. Part of him was still scared of what would happen if they were to meet in person outside of work, the idea of sex terrifying but the other side, the normally dormant side, was rearing it's head and wanted him to pursue it.
Wesker seemed to be interested in him anyways, would he care if he was inexperienced? Would he care that he had never kissed anyone before?
Chris didn't know, he really couldn't think with his mind clouded and his crotch begging him to get it over with it. Maybe once they went to bed for the night, he could ignore it and sleep. Still, he wanted the older man's hands on him instead of his own, he wanted to know what his captain felt like.
Another few minutes went by and Chris breathed out sadly, wondering if what he sent was too much, it probably was. He wanted to go back and delete it but thought against it – they both started this together and him removing selfies because he was nervous would make it awkward.
When he thought of heading to bed, his phone finally went off again. It was one message this time and it wasn't a photo so the brunette exhaled lowly as he opened the app. Immediately, his body got hot as he read the message, again almost dropping his phone this time.
"How naughty of you, Redfield, taking that photo in such a suggestive angle. You are a tease. That will be mine soon."
That was… he couldn't comprehend the text and ended up staring at the phone for seconds. All the blood that was in his face went to other parts of his body, making him even harder, his erection pathetically straining against his pants.
Wesker wanted him, he really did, and it was making his heart soar at how far they were going. The young man wanted to know what his captain was doing at the moment, was he just as turned on as he was? He wanted to know if he was touching himself or if he was holding back.
Chris wet his lips as he kept his eyes on the message, not knowing what to say back. He needed to relieve himself and being a bit more daring, he laid back on the bed and while holding his phone, he slid his free hand inside of his pants to take hold of himself. It made him moan lowly, the brunette staring at the message and diving into his fantasy.
He thought about what Wesker would do to him, such as kiss him and fondly him gently, enough in his mind to start stroking himself. He pictured him holding him captive by his hips, either stroking his cock until he came or letting Wesker bend him over on the bed. That idea was strong, presenting a side of him he didn't know he had and he whined from the visual of being taken that way.
In the middle of it, another ping came through and it read. "Are you touching yourself right now? Tell me, Redfield. Tell me that you are."
It wasn't a question, it was a demand as he kept working his cock quickly, Chris hastily replied with the truth, there was no point in lying. "Yes sir…" with a few flushed emojis, whining when his palm brushed over the sensitive head. He was leaking pre-come the entire time so it didn't take him long to get close to orgasm.
Wesker's final message was a demand and he could practically hear it in his ear as if the man was behind him, helping him reach his peak.
"Come for me then. Do not stop until you do." He was already so turned on and easy so when he read that, he took it seriously and tightened his hand. He came quickly after that, moaning hoarsely as he laid his head back against his soft pillow. He spilled over his hand messily, panting as he came down from his high, looking back at the last message with lustful eyes.
Internally, Chris was thankful that he was alone because he wouldn't have been able to live coming so fast if they were together. Masturbating always made him exhausted so he didn't have the energy to send a message back, instead he left his phone on the free pillow in favor of closing his eyes, trying to catch his breath.
That was a new experience for him, he never did anything so wild before and although alien, it felt good. He just came from words alone, Chris's heart flying at coming back into work the next morning.
There were no more messages and the brunette didn't mind that, he figured that was enough for tonight. Putting his phone on the charger and making sure to set his alarm, he shakily got out of bed and changed into some clean clothes, washing his hands afterwards.
Shutting off his television, he slid back into bed and was getting warm under the blankets before his phone again chimed. Still too tired, the young man lazily reached for it and saw that it was another text from the man but decided to leave it. It would be there in the morning and besides, leaving Wesker on edge was a good way to rile him up.
There was always tomorrow night, if it got that far again. Chris honestly hoped that it would, even though he was terrified– he wanted more.
