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Warning: Mentions of sex
Authors Note: And here we are at another chapter. So I noticed that I'm super close to receiving 300 reviews thanks to all of you! I haven't gotten 300 reviews before, so this is a new milestone! So if I do hit 300 reviews this chapter, then I want to give you all a big thank you! You're support means the world to me, and I am glad you guys are enjoying the story enough to review! Also, I'd like to take the time to pimp something out. A fellow WeskerxChris author, Dugfinn, along with her friends, has created this epic RE cosplay group and are currently making videos surrounding a story they made involving characters from RE! It's called the Resident Evil Residential Files and I am really craptastic at explianing it, but you should go check out their website and join the forums if you like what you see and want to support them! Just google the Resident Evil Residential Files and it should be the first thing! Okay, pimping is done, now, on to the chapter!
Chapter 22- Mornings
I have a "carpe diem" mug and, truthfully, at six in the morning the words do not make me want to seize the day. They make me want to slap a dead poet. ~Joanne Sherman~
Chris woke up much in the same fashion he had the first time he slept over at Wesker's place. He was wrapped in the blankets and a warm, calming sensation flittered about his semi-conscious mind. He didn't know what time it was, but judging by how much light was filtering through the blinds and into his eyes, he guessed it was still early.
Too early to be getting up after New Year's Eve, that was for sure. But he figured Wesker was probably already awake and out doing something, with a note left to him saying he should leave after he was fully awake- it was to be expected with a guy like Wesker. You didn't have those good morning cuddles.
Sighing softly, Chris snuggled into the blankets before attempting to roll over, only to come into contact with another warm body.
Freezing, Chris opened his eyes fully and craned his head around to peer over his shoulder. Wesker was laying beside him, the blankets half off of his nude form as he lay on his back, one arm curled under his head while the other rested over his chest. His breathing was deep and slow, making Chris figure he was still fast asleep.
Using this rare moment to his advantage, Chris slowly turned over and propped himself up on his arm to gaze at Wesker when his guard was completely down- there could be no hiding now.
His hair was now loose and free-flowing, with a few of the longer blonde locks resting across his forehead and over his ears. His mouth was slightly parted, and if Chris strained enough he could hear a small noise, almost like a snore. The morning light was catching the golden highlights in his hair, and dips and shadows on his face brought out his high cheekbones.
To Chris, Wesker just looked plain gorgeous like this- no lines between his eyebrows, no tension on the corners of his lips, no worry lines etched across his forehead. He looked younger than he normally did- he looked his age.
Not being able to resist, Chris reached out and gently brushed away some of Wesker's hair from his forehead, fingers feather-soft against his skin.
Unfortunately, it wasn't soft enough and Wesker began to stir, causing Chris to pull his hand back quickly as if it had been burnt. Moving a bit, Wesker let out a soft hum before his eyelids fluttered open, grey eyes unfocused before they locked onto the looming form of Chris.
"What are you doing?" Wesker asked, eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing, breaking the peace that had previously been on his face.
"Looking," Chris replied, shrugging as best he could with one arm propping his entire upper half up.
"Well stop it- it's disconcerting." Rubbing his eyes with his free hand, Wesker yawned and moved to sit up before Chris pushed him back down.
"Where are you going?"
"To the bathroom to get ready for the day… Let go of me."
Snorting, Chris shook his head and moved so he was half on top of Wesker. Glancing at the alarm clock next to the bed, the time read 8:15, making Chris internally cringe. "We were up until three last night and you want to get up now- five hours of sleep can't be good for a productive day."
"I've worked on less," Wesker said, watching Chris slide on top of him with some concern in his eyes. "Get off of me."
"I'll get off of you, you control freak, if you agree to just relax in bed with me for a bit. It is New Year's day and you've got the day off… I've got the day off. Come on, no one's even doing business today, so I think you can spend some time with the guy you pounded into twice last night."
Wesker refused to spread his legs when Chris gently nudged, making Chris straddle him. A moment passed in which Wesker seemed to contemplate his options before he glared up at him.
"Only for a moment. Now please get off of me."
Smiling in victory, Chris placed a few kisses down Wesker's neck before sliding off of him with ease. Flopping down on the mattress beside him, Chris resumed his position of resting on his arm as Wesker propped one of his pillows against the headboard.
"Well… now that you have your way, what is it you would like to do?" Wesker asked, looking at Chris with an eyebrow raised.
"Uh… we could talk… we could go back to sleep… we could just relax... have sex… plan to take over the world… whatever."
Wesker gave Chris a startled look before he resumed his usual impassive manner. "I would like to go with the sleeping option. You yourself said that five hours was not enough to function, and while I disagree with that, I feel sleeping is good for the body."
Chris gave Wesker a level stare before rolling his eyes. "I miss your ability to carry a normal conversation like when we have sex. As soon as your dick is limp you get all critical and analytical about everything."
"If it bothers you, perhaps you should let me go to the washroom and stop insisting we lay in bed."
"It doesn't bother me, I'm just saying…"
Rolling his eyes, Chris watched as Wesker closed his own and proceeded to try and get back to sleep. Watching him for a moment, Chris' mind began to wander.
Just a few months ago, he would have been waking up next to another woman, a form that he was completely used to. The softness, the feather-light caresses, the giggles- all of these things Chris has become accustomed to in the early morning light. He wasn't accustomed, though, to waking up next to another man.
Wesker took up as much room on the bed as he did, and he wasn't all soft and round, an easy form to cuddle up to. Instead he was sharp and angled, with bony parts here and there that could certainly hurt if he decided to suddenly jab Chris. The parts that weren't bony were covered in hard, strong muscles, something that wasn't easy to rest next to, but was certainly very easy to admire.
Chris was still getting used to it, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it. He enjoyed it quite a bit, actually.
Letting his hand wander again, Chris found himself gently tracing the side of Wesker's neck, making the older man open his eyes with a start.
"What are you doing now?" he asked, voice no longer fuzzy with sleep.
"How long did it take you to get used to being with another guy?" Chris asked, ignoring Wesker's question. His hand wandered to Wesker's Adam's apple, feeling it bob as the man swallowed.
"Mere moments… I knew I had always liked men, so I had not been with a woman- there was no need for me to get used to another man. It was just a matter of getting used to being with another person in general." Wesker's eyes scanned Chris' face, but Chris' eyes were fixed on his hand as he let it slide down to trace his collar bone.
Sliding over to his shoulder, Chris gently felt the muscle surrounding his shoulder before gliding back up to the middle of his chest. Wesker was watching Chris' hand, but stayed still as Chris continued to move his hand down to one of his pecks.
"What are you doing?" Wesker asked once again as Chris' hand lowered down to his abdomen.
"Getting used to another person…" Chris mumbled, a lopsided smile appearing on his lips as he trailed down to Wesker's belly button. He could feel Wesker tense slightly, before he completely relaxed under Chris' ministrations.
Sometimes Wesker reminded Chris of a cat- a few pets here and there and they wouldn't attack you for a time- but if you gave them too much attention or stepped on their tail just once, it was game over.
Laying his hand flat, Chris slid his hand back up Wesker's stomach a few times, feeling the muscles tense and then relax. He could hear a soft sigh escape his lips, and Chris couldn't resist a grin.
Yup, he was exactly like a cat.
"I love your hands…" Chris mumbled, going to take one of Wesker's hands in his own. Tracing the veins at the surface, Chris lifted his hand up to kiss the knuckles, making Wesker open his eyes yet again to look at him.
"You're a creature of touch, aren't you, dear heart…" he mumbled, watching as Chris kissed the palm of his hand.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Well not necessarily- it depends, though, on what type of person you're practicing this touching thing on."
Laughing softly, Chris shook his head and lined the palm of his hand up with Wesker's, admiring the way they contrasted. His hands had calluses on them from going through training routines and working with guns without gloves on, while Wesker's were softer, fingers long and capable of feather-soft touches or bone-crushing grips. Chris took a moment to look back up at Wesker, who, despite his slightly cynical and harsh tone, looked at peace.
Letting go of Wesker's hand, Chris resumed his exploration of Wesker's body, starting back down with the belly button. He had to push the blankets down further and soon Wesker was laying completely naked on the bed.
"I must thank you for your courtesy in asking whether or not I would be cold if you completely removed the blankets," Wesker drawled out, but soon stopped talking when Chris' hands ran through coarse blonde curls before ending up at the base of his cock.
Gliding his hand to the side, Chris gently rubbed Wesker's hip, feeling the muscles and bones carefully. The hips were one of the biggest differences between a man and a woman. Women were soft and round, giving them their supple and curvy figures.
There was nothing soft and warm about Wesker's hips.
But they sure were nice to touch and feel, and Chris found himself enjoying the look and feel of another man's hips more than that of a woman's.
Maybe he did like men more… or maybe he just really liked Wesker, and everything else paled in comparison to a man as physically and mentally strong as the one who was laying before him.
"I'm surprised you're letting me do this," Chris said after a time, thumb rubbing little circles slowly where hip met groin.
"I do not see the point in stopping you… Besides, it's… soothing." Wesker seemed hesitant to say the end part, and Chris couldn't help but smile. A part of him was proud that he had managed to 'tame' Wesker for the time being.
He realized with perfect clarity that as soon as they left the bed, Wesker would pull himself away yet again, officially putting that huge wall between the two that seemed to prevent any actual intimacy to occur between them.
For now, though… well, now he was just content with getting to see the softer side of Wesker.
Running his hand along Wesker's thigh, Chris moved up and down for a while, eyes following the movement before he glided up to Wesker's flaccid cock. Hesitating a moment, Chris didn't know if he should go ahead and touch him, or forgo anything too sexual.
Wesker obviously noticed the hesitation, and sat up to grab Chris' hand. "Don't go forward with something when you've already hesitated."
Looking up from his hand, Chris stared at Wesker for a moment before nodding. Wesker made it clear that he wasn't interested in anything further, and he wasn't about to push it. That was until Wesker spoke yet again.
"You're obviously still hesitant when it comes to being with a man- it's understandable given your sexual history."
"I'm not hesitant- I'm perfectly fine, Wesker…" Chris said, a little offended by the way Wesker said it. He sounded so patronizing, and Chris wanted to wipe that smirk off of his features.
"Oh really, then why did you hesitate right there?" Raising an eyebrow, Wesker moved himself and sat up straighter in the bed.
"Because I wasn't sure if you wanted a hand job or not- I'm actually courteous and I ask if you want me to fondle your genitals. Come on, you can't honestly say that I'm still hesitant in bed- I did put your condom on last night, remember that? And I ground against you- I wouldn't call that hesitant. Oh, and I-"
"I get it, Christopher," Wesker interrupted him quickly, an annoyed expression on his face. "You always have to make it into something far greater than it actually is."
"Well sorry if I figure you're attacking my ability in bed…" Chris frowned, the tips of his ears going pink. Maybe he had overreacted, but he didn't enjoy being called hesitant and made to feel lesser because he hadn't fucked a bunch of guys.
"You're incredibly volatile sometimes," Wesker said, going to cup Chris' cheek. "Don't lose that."
Letting his eyes go down to the hand that was cupping his cheek, Chris gently nuzzled into the palm before looking back up at him. "If I lost it then I wouldn't be doing a good job of pissing you off on a regular basis."
Wesker smiled softly, and a small chuckle escaped his lips. Smiling as well, Chris kissed the palm of Wesker's hand before crawling onto his lap, straddling him.
"Sometimes you piss me off with how you're able to calm me down so quickly," Chris mumbled as Wesker wrapped his arms around him, hand sliding down to his lower back where he rubbed tanned skin.
Nuzzling into Chris' neck, Wesker applied a few kisses before biting gently. "I prefer to defuse the situation before you punch me in the face yet again," he said.
Chris smiled and tilted his head to the side while fingers tangled themselves in golden strands, a thumb gently rubbing circles behind one of Wesker's ears. As much as Wesker probably didn't like to admit it, he sure seemed to like to be close with Chris, judging by how he practically melted against him.
They stayed like that for some time, and Chris found himself slowly dozing off on Wesker's lap, a position he probably shouldn't be sleeping in. Pulling away slightly, Wesker lifted his head from Chris' shoulder and peered up at him.
"What is it?" he asked, hand going to caress Chris's ass for a moment before sliding back up to his lower back.
"I was falling asleep and sleeping on you like this probably isn't the best idea," Chris said, hands going to rest on Wesker's chest. Despite Wesker being close to middle age, he looked incredibly good for his age, making Chris sometimes forget the age-gap that most people found too large.
"When's your birthday?" Chris asked after a time.
Wesker seemed to hesitate a moment, eyes looking away from Chris' face for a time as he answered. "I don't have a birthday."
There was an awkward pause between the two before Chris burst out laughing. "T-that was one of your weaker lies, Wesker."
"Chris… my knee is dangerously close to your groin, so I would stop laughing," Wesker said, voice lower than before as he tried to intimidate Chris.
Trying to compose himself, Chris let out a few more smaller laughs as he crawled off of Wesker to sit beside him. Running a hand through his hair, Chris snorted before nudging gently.
"Come on… tell me your birthday! I promise I won't tell anyone else, even though I have no idea why you're so hesitant to say it in the first place."
Wesker sighed softly and rubbed his eyes before glancing over at Chris. "It is February 14th."
Chris stayed still for a moment, comprehending what Wesker had said exactly. February 14th… wasn't that Valentine's Day? Chris felt tension building up in his chest, and an overwhelming urge to laugh came over him- despite knowing he was going to become good friends with pain as soon as he let it out… but it was just so damn ironic.
Albert Wesker- born on the day of love.
Not being able to hold it in any longer, Chris finally burst out laughing and collapsed on the mattress as Wesker stayed sitting, stiff as a board and Chris cackled away, clutching his sides as he grew short of breath.
"I'm going to go take a shower," Wesker declared all of a sudden, getting off of the bed with great speed. Chris tried to compose himself and grabbed after Wesker, catching his arm in a tight grip.
"No, don't be like that! I just found it ironic and I couldn't help but laugh," Chris said as he got off of the bed to stand in front of Wesker, hand still holding onto Wesker's arm. He still had a goofy grin on his face, but at least he had stopped laughing.
Wesker was glaring at Chris through his messy hair, and Chris would have been more concerned if he hadn't felt Wesker relax just a fraction under his hand. "This is why I do not tell anyone my birthday."
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," Chris mumbled, sliding closer to wrap his arms around Wesker's shoulders. Wesker stayed stiff in Chris' arms, and continued to look miffed. "How about I make it up to you… how about we celebrate your birthday together?"
"I don't celebrate my birthday- living another year is not a great accomplishment at my age, so I don't see the need in celebrating it… Besides… birthdays involve sparkles and… bright colours that can be irritating to the eyes."
"I promise there will be no bright colours or irritating sparkles- it'll be just you and me… and maybe I can prove to you how I am not hesitant in bed like you say I am." Winking, Chris slid closer so their chests were almost touching and their foreheads were pressed together. Wesker continued to stay stiff in Chris' arms, but he wasn't pushing away.
"I can bring a treat too, like a cake or a sweet you like," Chris said after Wesker's thin lips remained tight.
More tense moments passed before Wesker finally opened his mouth, head moving away from Chris'. "I do enjoy lemon meringue pie…"
Grinning, Chris kissed Wesker on the forehead, making the man push him away with a sour look on his face. "Perfect, I'll bring you some pie, and then we can have our own celebration."
"This celebration had better involve sex," Wesker said, blunt and to the point. Chris nodded and moved to kiss Wesker slowly, finally sharing their good morning kiss.
Only the kiss wasn't that good and they both pulled away, expressions of slight disgust on each of their faces.
"Your mouth tastes like cock, Wesker," Chris said.
"Yours tastes no better… and you wouldn't know if my mouth tasted like cock because you've never tried it."
"Maybe on your birthday," Chris said after Wesker as the man finally made it to the bathroom to clean himself up for the day.
"I'll be looking forward to it," Wesker said over his shoulder before he closed the bathroom door, leaving Chris alone in the early morning light.
Going back to the bed, Chris curled back up into the blankets and couldn't help but smile.
This had been a very, very good morning.
Minus the morning breath kiss.
Wesker and Chris never get proper goodmorning scenes, so I desperatly wanted to add one in because I think if had to be done at least once. It's sappy, it's cute, and it's totally something you're never going to see again *laugh* So enjoy the cuddles and the cuteness while you can, cuz it's a rarity with this couple for sure. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Next chapter we're back to our regular programme of violence, swearing, and mental breakdowns! Yay! And once again- iloveyouguyssomuch