Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the below piece of fiction, Capcom does.
Warning: Graphic Male/Male sex
Authors Note: Guess what? It's WESKER'S BIRTHDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY WESKER- HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR COCK! -cough- Anyways, this is a smutty, smut filled chapter. It's sort of written because I needed to write something to break up the drama and the heavy themes that have been prevalent throughout the last few chapters, and I also wrote this for my wonderful beta, Misspumpkinhead, as a thank you for doing such a fabulous job of kicking my ass every time I made stupid mistakes. Also, the contest is now CLOSED! I want to thank everyone who joined, who showed and interest, and who supported my crazy idea! I listed all of the people who entered with their story name beside them, so if they post their story online, please go and review and read to support them! I got a lot of amazing entries, and judging is going to be hard! But my fellow judges and I will manage somehow! So again, thank you!
Chapter 26- Birthdays
The first sign of maturity is the discovery that the volume knob also turns to the left. ~Jerry M. Wright
"Why are we here?"
"We're here for your birthday, of course."
"I thought you were going to bring pie and let me take you… repeatedly."
"Yeah, you're still getting all of that, just in a new environment- a pricey, but clean and elegant new environment."
Chris gently nudged his shoulder against Wesker's and smiled, watching him look out the large window in the hotel room that overlooked the downtown area.
Chris had fretted over what to do for Wesker's birthday for weeks, trying to decide on how to make it special without freaking him out too much. Wesker had already said he didn't want anything in the first place, so deciding to rent out a beautiful hotel room (on Valentine's, no less) for his birthday may have been pushing it, but Chris was more than willing to take that chance.
"How did you manage to get such a room on Valentine's Day?" Wesker asked finally, turning his head to look at Chris through his sunglasses.
"I know a guy who knows a guy who dates a girl who works here… I pulled some strings, bought the guy a pack of smokes, and… well, here we are! It's nice… isn't it?"
Chris thought it was a fantastic room- in fact, he felt a little out of place here, even wearing a nice pair of black pants with a forest green dress shirt he had laying around.
They were standing in the living room area, cream coloured walls going well with the warm yellow lighting, dark wood furniture, and large, crimson curtains that rested on either side of the wall-length window. Off behind the double doors was the bedroom where a king sized bed sat, covered in white sheets and entirely too many red pillows. The bedroom as well had a large window, and Chris grew excited at the prospect of being fucked with the possibility someone was watching from the apartment building across the way.
Of course, the idea also terrified Chris, but he wouldn't let that get in the way of having mind-blowing sex.
"It is… very nice," Wesker said, walking away from Chris to go into the bedroom, his overnight bag still in his hand. Dropping it by the door, Wesker moved to run his hand along the top of the bed, feeling the softness of the sheets. "I still don't know why you did all of this."
Snorting softly, Chris moved to wrap his arms around Wesker's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Can't I do something nice for you? You always look so… tired and stressed. I thought I'd do something special for you and see if you're capable of relaxing."
Of course, there was more to it than that. Chris had begun to see their relationship developing into just that- an actual relationship. He knew Wesker sensed the change in their attitude towards each other as well, but would never admit it out loud. No longer was it simply just two guys fucking. Now Chris was almost comfortable to say they were a couple. And couples did nice things for each other on their birthdays.
Chris could see Wesker's trademark smirk out of the corner of his eye and placed a quick kiss on his cheek before he moved away to let Wesker continue to inspect the hotel room, knowing how much he preferred to know his surroundings inside and out.
Going back into the living room, Chris sat down on the couch and gave himself a moment to think through what he had planned for the evening. He was going to do a few things that he'd never done before- never really thought of doing, in fact. But Wesker… well, Chris wanted to wow him. It was his birthday and even though he'd refuse to admit it, it was an important day. And such a day required something new and exciting for the two of them.
He had it all planned out, but it was just a matter of actually working up the nerve to go ahead and do it. He was going to put himself out there tonight, and he'd hope Wesker wouldn't laugh at it.
"Are you all right?"
Wesker's voice snapped Chris away from his thoughts and he looked up from the floor. He was leaning against the doorframe casually, sunglasses already off, which let Chris see the curiosity in his eyes.
Not concern, just curiosity.
"Yeah, I'm good. Just zoned out for a second." Smiling, Chris stood up and followed Wesker back into the bedroom. Feeling a hand ghost over his ass as he passed, Chris couldn't help but laugh again. "I see you're already ready for your present."
"I've been ready for a while, Chris… You've held out on me for the past week," Wesker said as Chris turned around to let Wesker wrap his arms around him, lips finding a place on his neck.
"Just wanted to make sure we'd be nice and ready for a long, hard fuck," Chris mumbled as Wesker trailed more kisses across his neck before stopping just at his collarbone.
"You're wearing a necklace," he said, pulling away to try and get a look at the chain around his neck.
"Yeah, they're my old dog tags. You may or may not have let it slip during sex one time that you like the idea of fucking an ex-service man… So I thought I'd complete the image." Chris smiled as Wesker stuffed his hand down his shirt to pull them out.
Inspecting the tags for a second, Wesker hummed softly before capturing Chris' lips in a brutal kiss, hand tightening around the tags as he tugged Chris close, almost possessing him with his stance alone.
Moaning into the kiss, Chris lost himself for a moment before he felt Wesker begin to tug at his shirt, bringing him back to reality and with it the possibility that Wesker was going to ruin one of his surprises.
"Hey, not so fast… You don't get to unwrap your present," Chris said, pulling away slightly from Wesker, who was already looking irritated.
"I thought the purpose of a birthday gift was letting the recipient unwrap it," he said, allowing Chris to pull him to the bed, despite his annoyed appearance.
"Yeah, not this time. But it's part of your gift so don't complain." Sitting Wesker down on the bed, Chris kissed him deeply one last time before pulling away, hoping Wesker's always-present courage would make its way over to him.
Taking a deep breath, Chris walked a short distance to stand in front of the window before winking at Wesker as he slowly started to sway his hips to an unheard beat while his hands travelled down to untuck his shirt slowly.
Yes, he was doing a strip tease.
He didn't know where the idea came from, but he was laying in bed one night, thinking about something that probably led him to the idea of sex (although that really wasn't difficult- he was male and therefore almost anything could lead to the idea of sex) when he got the idea of stripping for Wesker. He figured it would be a way for him, in some small way, to dominate Wesker for just a moment- to have complete control over their coupling.
It seemed like a good enough idea, and Chris just hoped he would be able to do a damn good job.
Wesker seemed like he was going to say something before a sudden shift in the air occurred as Chris started to undo the buttons on his shirt. Closing his parted mouth, Wesker sat back on his hands and titled his head to the side, a smirk appearing on his lips as Chris' hands continued to make slow work of the buttons.
Biting his bottom lip, Chris shot Wesker an equally fitting smirk before all of the buttons were undone to expose his tanned torso and dog tags to him. He continued to sway his hips slowly as he turned around, letting the shirt fall to the floor and expose his toned back, muscles flexing slightly as he pulled his shoulders back, letting Wesker see just exactly how much power he dominated on a regular basis.
Continuing to move his hips, Chris slid his hands around to grasp his ass for a second, squeezing and letting out a teasing moan before sliding his hand back in front, palming his groin to let out another huff.
Finally turning around, Chris fiddled with his dog tags before sliding his hand downwards and over his abs until he had gone all the way down, fingers slowly going through coarse dark hair. Looking down at Wesker through heavy-lidded eyes, Chris flipped open the button on his low rise pants before sliding the zipper down, watching Wesker's reaction.
For the most part Wesker was staying still, but at some point in time when Chris was turned he had undone the first few buttons on his shirt, revealing his pale collarbone and chest to Chris.
Not letting it affect him, Chris continued to pull the zipper down until it could go no further, and turned back around to take his pants off, bending over all the way to take them off completely and give Wesker a peek at his still-covered buttocks.
Turning around once again, Chris was left only in his black boxer-briefs, a pair he had picked up after Wesker said he should try wearing them. Running his hand along the band of the underpants, Chris continued to move slowly and sensually, noticing Wesker's nostrils flare slightly, giving Chris that much-needed indication that he was enjoying this.
Giving Wesker another sly grin, Chris suddenly slid his hands down the front of his underpants, grasping his growing arousal in his hand to pump it a few times, gasping softly as he did so. Closing his eyes, Chris made himself get lost in the sensation for a moment before opening them slowly, his hand retreating out his underpants and back around to run over his ass.
Finally deciding to give Wesker a little taste, Chris moved forward and went to straddle Wesker, grinding down on him at the same pace he had been moving before, head tilting to the side as Wesker snatched his dog tags and tried to pull him even closer.
Not letting him, Chris continued to tease Wesker with the possibility of a kiss, grinding down slowly and pressing against an equally hard organ. Licking his bottom lip, Chris felt Wesker's hand go to his ass, squeezing hard before Chris finally pulled himself completely away, returning to his spot in front of Wesker and the entire Raccoon Downtown core.
Hooking his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer-briefs, Chris turned around once again and shot Wesker another smile over his shoulder before pulling them down and off, his nude ass bare to Wesker. Standing up and tossing the underwear down to where the rest of his clothes had been thrown, Chris swayed his hips from side to side before he turned around for the last time, biting his thumb while grinning at Wesker.
Sauntering over to him, Chris went back to Wesker's lap, his dick getting harder with every lust-filled gaze Wesker gave him.
There was silence between the two for a moment, and for a split second Chris thought maybe Wesker hadn't enjoyed it as much as he thought he had, and that maybe in his lust-addled brain he just read the signs differently.
"Uh… You can kiss your present now," Chris finally said before he was roughly thrown onto the mattress with Wesker suddenly on top of him, body pressing close while hands grabbed him fiercely, almost bruising with the force at which he was holding. Letting Wesker kiss him passionately, Chris found himself pulling Wesker close, one hand grasping the collar of his shirt while the other clutched at his shoulder, a desperate attempt to gain some semblance of reality in the already incredibly submissive position he found himself in.
It seemed taking away just a small bit of Wesker's control, even for a second, unleashed the animal inside Wesker.
Breaking the kiss, Wesker stuffed his face in the crook of Chris' neck, breathing in his scent before biting down and sucking on the skin, making Chris groan from both pleasure and pain.
"H-hey, calm down, you're not even undressed," Chris managed to get out as Wesker grasped his thighs and spread his legs further. Managing to get his hands between their bodies, Chris began to undo Wesker's shirt as Wesker continued to ravish his neck, kisses and bites being applied all the way up until he was sucking on his earlobe.
Wesker growled softly and sat up quickly, hair still perfectly in place except for one single strand. Chris thought about how he would have to correct that and muss it all up as soon as possible while Wesker began to undress himself, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to make quick work of the rest of the buttons.
"I see I managed to have some effect on you with that little show," Chris said, getting his breath back while sitting up as well to kiss under Wesker's chin and across his jaw, hands helping to pull the garment off.
"You certainly did, dear heart," Wesker almost purred out while he let Chris kiss his neck and run his hands through his hair. Finally pulling away, Chris let Wesker take his pants and underpants off before he was grabbed yet again and forced down upon the bed, legs being spread wide so they could grind and thrust against each other's nude bodies.
Pleased with the way Wesker took his strip tease, Chris began to consider his other 'surprise' as a good one as well, and decided to follow through with his plans. Hooking his legs around Wesker's waist, Chris managed to roll the two of them over so Chris was straddling Wesker, a mischievous grin on his flushed features.
"What are you doing?" Wesker asked as Chris began to kiss his collarbone, teeth grazing the skin lightly. Feeling him shiver slightly, Chris looked up at Wesker, who had moved himself so he was resting back on his arms, a confused look ghosting over his already lust-filled gaze.
Giving him a coy smile, Chris simply shrugged and continued to kiss downwards, stopping to suck on a nipple, something he'd done before but never with the intention of going lower. But tonight he was going all the way.
He had never given anyone a blowjob, and truth be told he had never even considered the possibility that one day he might very well be giving one, even when he was with Wesker. The idea seemed strange, and he'd heard from a lot of girls that it didn't taste very good and it would hurt your jaw after a time.
But Wesker had done it for him on numerous occasions now, and Chris was beginning to feel bad about the fact that he'd never done it. After all, if Wesker would push past the salty, bitter taste and the cramping jaw to pleasure Chris, then he should return the favour at least once.
This was the frame of thought he kept himself in as he continued to kiss down Wesker's abdomen, hands sliding up and down Wesker's strong thighs as he did so. He could still feel the tension and apprehension in Wesker's body, and tried to sooth it away by stroking his hard cock, feeling the velvet skin glide under his hand.
Chris would never grow tired of how erotic and sensual it was to touch Wesker so intimately, to slide his hand along his shaft, knowing that those soft gasps and tender growls were because of what he was doing.
He also liked the idea that no one else got to do what he did- no one else got to touch him the way he did on a regular basis, and if he had it his way, no one ever would again.
Wesker was all his.
Finally getting all the way down, Chris took a moment to steady himself while he stared at the tip of Wesker's cock, eyes watching the pre-cum bead up before looking up at Wesker. Kissing his inner thigh, Chris kept the eye contact between them and couldn't help but moan softly.
Wesker's eyes were half closed as he glanced down at Chris, mouth slightly parted while his chest rose and fell a little faster than usual. "You don't have to go through with this if you don't—oh dear god."
Wesker didn't get the last part out properly on account of Chris immediately going down, lapping at the tip of his cock before going to suck on it, tongue swirling around the head before gliding down the vein a short distance. He wasn't an expert at all, but he had already decided his limit before he would gag, and figured he'd just concentrate on the tip and use his hands to stimulate the rest of the shaft.
It didn't taste the greatest, but the fact that he was sucking Wesker's cock made him moan softly around the tip, head beginning to bob as he moved up and down, trying to give Wesker as much pleasure as an unskilled blowjob could be.
Wesker seemed to be enjoying it enough, his hand going down to run through Chris' brown locks before grasping a few in a tight hold, suddenly controlling the pace at which he would move. Chris growled softly around Wesker's cock, but it turned more into a muffled moan as Wesker thrust gently upwards, completely controlling the motions.
Chris didn't mind too much, and let Wesker control the pace and the speed while he concentrated on sucking and licking, breathing only becoming an issue after some time. Finally pulling up, Chris took a deep breath and looked back up at Wesker, tongue going to slide down the main vein of his cock before going back up to suck some more pre-cum. Pulling away, a thin strand of spit stayed connected to the tip of Wesker's cock, and Chris looked up just in time to see Wesker bite his bottom lip.
"You're incredibly sexy right now, Christopher," Wesker purred out, letting go of his hair to rub the skin right behind his ear, a smirk on his features. Chris hummed softly and went to kiss the side of Wesker's cock before moving back up Wesker's body, feeling all together entirely pleased with what he had managed to do.
It didn't last long and Wesker had pretty much taken complete control, but maybe next time he did it, it would be longer and he'd get to take more control.
Maybe next time he could do it at work under Wesker's desk…
"I want you to fuck me now," Chris whispered, biting Wesker's bottom lip before kissing him deeply. Feeling hands grasp his ass, Chris moaned into the kiss and let Wesker's fingers slide up to his lower back before down and around his ass, stopping to spread his cheeks and press a finger against his entrance.
"I need the lube…" Wesker mumbled as they broke the kiss, Chris already rocking back into Wesker's hand.
"Why can't you g-get it?" Chris asked, groaning as his eyes closed.
"Because you're still on top of me," Wesker replied, hands leaving Chris' ass for a time to go and run along his thighs that were still straddling his waist.
Opening his eyes, Chris looked down and laughed softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, it appears I am."
Getting off of Wesker and the bed, Chris hurried over to his discarded overnight bag, opening the top to quickly shuffle through clothes and toiletries before finding the friendly little blue bottle that fulfilled so many of his fantasies.
Standing up and turning back around, Chris found Wesker pushing the comforter back on the bed, and realized that they almost had sex on top of the sheets- like they always seemed to do.
Climbing back onto the bed, Chris kissed Wesker as he passed him the bottle, hands interlocking for a moment around it. Groaning softly as Wesker nipped his bottom lip, Chris pulled away and made movement like he was going to lay back down on the bed before an arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him back.
"What are you doing?" Chris asked, looking up at Wesker. Tugging Chris close against his chest, Wesker let Chris run his hands through his hair, pulling at the shorter locks in the back while he tilted his head to the side, eyes looking down their connected bodies. Sliding his hand up Chris' back, he sent him a smirk before going to cup his cheek, fingers gripping his jaw tightly.
"W-what is it?" Chris asked yet again, body starting to ache as the two stayed upright by resting on their knees.
"I want you to ride me," Wesker whispered before licking his bottom lip, biting the middle and pulling gently outwards.
Chris was certainly thrown for a loop by the request, but couldn't help but groan when his lip was assaulted. Wesker got uncomfortable when Chris straddled him for more than a minute, and he wondered how he'd feel about Chris being on top of him for a great part of their sex.
Kissing Wesker deeply, Chris pushed the two of them back onto the mattress and tangled their legs together. Kissing for what seemed like an eternity, the two of them finally broke with Chris leaning his forehead against Wesker's, breathing heavily.
"Are you sure?" he finally panted out, wanting to make sure Wesker was going to be completely comfortable and not freak out mid-fuck.
Wesker glared up at Chris and pinched his arm before replying. "Yes, I am sure. I wouldn't be requesting it if I wasn't."
Pouting slightly, Chris looked over at his pinched arm before Wesker caught the corner of his mouth in a kiss, a hand going to tug at his hair. "Besides… I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock."
Moaning with just the image alone, Chris slid on top of Wesker and kissed him quickly but deeply before he sat up and scooted back to sit on Wesker's thighs, his hard cock jumping slightly as Chris glanced at it.
"Let me prepare you," Chris said, saving the lube from falling off the side of the bed when Wesker had let go during their make-out session.
Flipping the cap open, Chris squirted a generous portion onto his hand and immediately slid it over Wesker's dick, making him jerk slightly.
"That was very cold, Christopher," Wesker hissed out, watching Chris get him nice and slippery for what promised to be an incredible fuck. Chris didn't know how long he'd get to be on top of Wesker like this, but he was going to take full advantage. It didn't even matter that he had never ridden someone before- what mattered was getting to see Wesker all dishevelled on the mattress.
Satisfied with the amount of lube that was used, Chris tossed the bottle aside and used the extra amount on his hand to quickly lube his hole to make it easier before straddling Wesker's waist.
"Are you ready?" Wesker asked as he gripped his own cock and moved to thrust upwards, rubbing it between Chris' cheeks in a teasing manner. Rocking back a few times, Chris nodded and chewed his bottom lip as Wesker helped him get positioned correctly before sitting down slowly, not stopping until he was pressed against Wesker's groin.
And it was then that he realized they had forgotten the condom. Sitting up to rest on his arms, Wesker groaned slightly and looked up at Chris, suddenly all too aware of the mistake the two of them made.
"I'm sorry for entering you without—" he began before Chris pulled up and slammed back down, rocking forward as he did so.
"S-shut up, I don't care," Chris mumbled, and could see Wesker smile slightly before letting out another gasp as Chris ground and swayed his hips. And Chris really didn't care despite knowing the dangers of unprotected sex—this felt amazing.
He had actually wanted Wesker completely inside him for some time, but was worried about what Wesker would say. He was so obsessive over cleanliness and his health that Chris thought maybe he'd say no… But now, well, now there was no turning back. And judging by the look on Wesker's face, he didn't seem to care anymore either.
Sliding up and down on Wesker's cock, Chris clutched his dog tags with one hand while the other braced himself on Wesker's thigh, keeping himself from tipping over and causing quite a lot of pain for the both of them. Even though he had never done something like this before, he was getting a real feel for it and continued to slide up and down, increasing his pace while occasionally grinding his hips downwards.
Closing his eyes for a second, Chris got lost in the sensations and felt Wesker's hands on his thighs, running up and down before going to grasp his cock, stroking it before sliding back around to squeeze his ass. Opening his eyes, Chris looked down at Wesker, seeing the usual concentration that was on his face during sex disappear, instead replaced with a somewhat tender look- a very aroused and sexually stimulated tender look, but a tender look none the less.
His thin lips were parted slightly, chest rising and falling quickly, and strands of pale blonde hair clung to his forehead, making Wesker seem so much more carefree and younger than he actually was. But his eyes told a different story- they were full of an animalistic urgency; a fire that threatened to consume Chris with the amount of power behind it.
Groaning at the sight, Chris continued to rock on Wesker's dick and tried not to think about the fact that his legs were growing tired and his back was beginning to ache. All that mattered was the waves of pleasure sliding in and around his body and mind.
Unfortunately, he found himself slowing down after a time, and went to adjust his legs so he could move better before Wesker spoke up, breaking the spell that had been cast over them.
"Get off," he huffed out, sitting up slightly to kiss Chris' collarbone. Stopping his movements, Chris looked down at Wesker and frowned, a little disappointed that he wouldn't get to see Wesker's face when he came if he got off.
He'd never seen the ecstasy on Wesker's face the moment of release- never really got to see him lose that control for a split second. He would always hide his face, duck it in the crook of his neck or take him completely from behind, preventing Chris from looking over his shoulder.
Chris knew it was about power- it was always about power. Wesker wanted it over Chris, and if he let him see that loss of control, even if it was for a moment, he'd feel he'd lose it all. Wesker lusted after power as much as Chris lusted after his affection…
And so Chris was left wondering what he looked like, but resigned to the fact that he would probably never get to see it… And he was okay with that… or so he told himself.
"Why?" Chris whispered, letting Wesker run his hands all over his body as he stayed perched above him, the two still intimately connected.
"Just get off," Wesker said, biting the skin on his neck with a little more force than necessary. Releasing his dog tags, Chris moved upwards and off of Wesker before he was forcefully pushed down on his hands and knees, body digging into the soft mattress under him as Wesker got behind him, hands grasping his hips harshly.
Feeling Wesker's cock slide between his cheeks, Chris rocked back and looked over his shoulder, a teasing smirk on his lips. "Playing hard to get?"
Letting out a half-laugh, half-growl, Wesker shook his head before plunging inside, making Chris gasp and clutch at the sheets, mind going blank for a second as Wesker managed to hit his prostate dead-on in the first thrust. Sliding out, Wesker took a second before slamming back in, increasing the pace with every movement.
Chris soon became a complete mess, his body over-stimulated from all of the sucking, licking, biting, teasing, and fucking from beforehand. There was no more patience on Wesker's side, and he was going as fast and as hard as he possibly could, fingers digging into his hips harshly.
Trying to match Wesker's pace, Chris continued to slam back, meeting the thrusts as their bodies pushed against one another, muscles straining and backs arching as they both fought for completion. Chris could hear Wesker's pants and occasional growls mixing with his own moans, and knew he was close when he reached up and tugged at Chris' hair, pulling his head back before he came deep inside Chris, pelvis grinding against his ass.
Feeling himself being filled for the first time, Chris couldn't help but whimper for a second, the strange sensation taking him for a loop. But he didn't have time to think about it before Wesker was pulling out and reaching around to stroke Chris, almost lifting him up so his chest was pressed against his back.
Thrusting into Wesker's hand, Chris titled his head back and rested it against Wesker's shoulder, an arm reaching back to lock around Wesker's neck. The feeling of Wesker's lips and teeth on his skin and the sensation of fluid sliding down his thighs accompanied him to his orgasm; body jerking forward as he finally came.
Staying up against Wesker, Chris closed his eyes and rode out the sensation until there was nothing left but the glorious afterglow of such an encounter. Practically collapsing back against Wesker, he let out a soft laugh as Wesker almost tipped over onto his back, trying to hold him up.
"Happy Birthday…" Chris finally said, making the two of them laugh. Finally pulling himself forward, Chris collapsed on the bed and landed right on the wet spot. But he didn't care at the moment- all he wanted was to sleep.
And after what he just did for Wesker, he thought he deserved such a rest.
He felt a dip in the mattress on the side and pulled his head out of the pillows to see Wesker getting off of the bed and going into the bathroom. Waiting for his return, Chris tried not to pay too much attention to the mess between his legs, and instead concentrated on the satisfied glow he felt all over his body.
Returning from the bathroom with a washcloth in hand, Wesker passed it to Chris, who took it with a smile, sitting up as he did so. Wesker had a habit of bringing Chris something to clean himself up with after sex, and he couldn't help but appreciate the kind gesture. It was nice to think that Wesker wanted him to be comfortable after everything was said and done, and Chris was beginning to appreciate the little things Wesker did for him, mostly because he didn't do a lot of the bigger stuff.
Cleaning himself up as best he could, Chris got up and tossed the towel on the bathroom floor before returning, wanting to relax on the comfortable bed- it wasn't every day he got to stay in such an expensive place, and he was going to take full advantage of the pillow-top mattress.
Sliding down on the bed next to Wesker, he laid down on his back and immediately found Wesker climbing between his legs to rest where he usually did when they had sex facing each other. Letting out another soft laugh, Chris wrapped an arm around Wesker's slim waist and felt a pleased hum come from Wesker, accompanied with a gust of warm breath against his neck.
"Thank you for the birthday gift, dear heart… It was worth the laughs at my expense for telling you the truth of when it was," Wesker said, a hand going up to subconsciously play with the shorter hairs on the side of Chris' head.
"Glad to hear it. I just hope that I'll be able to top it next year," said Chris, feeling all too entirely pleased with himself. He had managed to leave an impression on Wesker, that was for sure.
They lay in silence for a while, Chris ignoring the fact that he was starting to go numb down there and simply enjoyed the warmth and comfort both Wesker and the bed were giving. Closing his eyes, he found himself falling asleep before he felt Wesker begin to speak against his neck, snapping him out of his daze.
"—and it must have cost a lot. So tell me how much this has set you back."
"What?" Chris mumbled, waking up from his nap. Opening his eyes, he looked up to see Wesker hovering over him slightly, grey eyes examining him.
"I was beginning to wonder how much you spent on me in order to get this room tonight. I feel as if I should repay you somehow…" Wesker repeated, no obvious exhaustion in his voice.
For an older guy, Wesker sure had one hell of a strong stamina. Chris was exhausted and he was supposed to be the young, spry one.
"Don't worry about it, it wasn't anything big," Chris said, going to close his eyes again, only to feel a little more weight on his chest, with Wesker leaning forward on top of him.
"Chris… tell me."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"As your Captain I order you to do so."
"Ha, that only works at work and when you wanna role-play. Not here, though," Chris said, sending Wesker a cheeky smile. He wasn't going to let Wesker win this, even if it was his birthday. The cost didn't matter, what did matter was that Wesker had a good time.
Suddenly Wesker was moving quickly, grabbing Chris' wrists and pulling them above his head, keeping them locked there as Wesker stared down at him.
"Tell me," he repeated once again, and Chris would have been more concerned about being at the mercy of Wesker if not for the subtle, but still present softness in his eyes.
Taking a moment to gauge his situation, Chris got an idea and titled his head to the side and up, looking at Wesker through heavy-lidded eyes. "Okay… I'll tell you," he said, sliding a leg up Wesker's side. A second passed before Chris got his other leg around and used all his strength to flip the two of them, Wesker's grasp losing purchase before he was thrown onto the other side of the mattress.
Trying to untangle himself from Chris' limbs and the blankets, Wesker snarled slightly before he was on Chris again, the two of them wrestling for dominance before they both rolled off the bed.
Wesker desperately tried to grab onto the sheets to stay upwards, but Chris had other plans and dragged him down with him, the two landing with a large thud. Laying on the ground with the blankets over them, Chris thought he had seriously pissed Wesker off until he lifted his head up and looked down at him, only to see him laughing- that strong, elegant purr that seemed to accompany his laughter, carrying to Chris like rainfall on a warm summer day.
Bringing a fist up to his mouth, Wesker tried to stop himself, which made Chris begin to laugh as well, the two of them relaxing after the short-lived wrestling match.
"I can't believe what you've reduced me to, dear heart. Wrestling on the bed, rolling around like a small child." Wesker shook his head but continued to chuckle softly, eyes full of mirth Chris had never seen before.
"You should laugh more often," Chris finally said, going down to kiss Wesker slowly- officially stopping his laughter. He couldn't help himself; Wesker looked so god damn gorgeous at that moment, with his grey eyes full of joy, the worry lines on his face gone and instead replaced with laugh lines, and his hair, a mess of soft gold and silver. At that moment, Chris felt like the luckiest guy to see such a thing.
Breaking away, Wesker opened his eyes and looked up at Chris. A moment passed between them, a subtle shift in the air indicating such, before a knock at the door snapped them back to reality.
"I'll get that," Wesker said, pushing Chris off of him to go and grab a bathrobe. Waiting until he had left, Chris stood up and began to put the sheets back on, movements a little shaky.
He had no idea what exactly happened at that moment between them, but it threw Chris for a loop. There was something… there, something that hadn't been felt before. But as soon as it had come, it left, leaving Chris a little more than confused.
But Wesker returned minutes later, snapping Chris out of his daze and preventing him from thinking about it further. Finishing putting the blankets back in order, Chris turned around just in time to see the smirk on Wesker's lips.
"What was that about?" he asked, going to crawl back in bed with Wesker joining him.
"We had two complaints," Wesker said, laying beside Chris to look at him, the smirk still on his features.
"What were they about?" Chris asked, waiting for Wesker to continue.
"First- the people downstairs thought we were trying to kill each other, what with the loud thud and all," he drawled out, the smile getting bigger and cockier.
"And the second…?" Chris asked slowly, afraid of what was making Wesker grin so much.
Tracing Chris' jaw with one finger, Wesker moved a little closer and let his lips ghost over Chris', hot breath dancing against his lips as he continued to give Chris a devilish smile. "Second… the people beside us feel that you moan too loudly."
Baaaah! That was all one scene, you guys! All in the same area! That is rare in this story, I tell yah! Anyways, we have some sweetness going on between these two in this chapter (among other things) but you should enjoy this while it lasts. Because I can pretty much guarantee things will go downhill from here for our favourite couple. Of course that doesn't mean you wont get more uh... exciting scenes! Wait and see! Anyways, thanks once more for the reviews/favourites/alerts, and the general support you guys give me every day. I've been getting feedback from all over the place, and I really, truly appreciate every single comment I get, and I reply to everyone who messages me. So don't be shy if you've wanted to talk to me about RE or anything in general! I don't bite- the doctors cured me of that! Thanks again!