Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the below piece of fiction, Capcom & Alexandre Dumas do.
Warning: Graphic Man/Man Sex
Authors Note: Chapter 30 is upon us! And it is a very, very important chapter- I'll give you a hint, it involves actual canon storyline and will lead us very close to... zombies! Oh boy! Anyways, thanks for all the positive feedback and for your undying support! Also, I recently got a Tumblr. You should all check it out if you have one as well, I left a link on my profile! My name is lemon-sprinkles on there, too!
Chapter 30- Happiness
Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it. ~Groucho Marx~
It was strange, mused Chris, how accustomed he and Wesker had become to seeing each other in the morning. What was even stranger was how quickly they became used to 'living together' in the strictest sense of the term.
For the past week, the building Chris lived in was having outer facial construction, with the old brickwork coming off only to be replaced with cheap beige siding that would no doubt warp in the summer heat. Chris had decided that he would really rather not wake up at six in the morning for two weeks because of the noise, look out his window to six men climbing around outside his apartment, and have one of them no doubt look inside on the very day Chris decided to wear his heart print boxers to bed.
So he managed to convince Wesker to let him stay with him for a few weeks while the men finished their construction- an event that was already giving most people who lived there a headache. Well, he didn't so much convince him as he bribed him by arriving outside his apartment with a duffle bag in one hand and a coupon for a free lemon meringue pie slice at the local bakery in the other.
But what mattered was, for the fifth time this week, Chris was standing in the bathroom with only his boxers on, a toothbrush shoved in his mouth, and his hair a complete mess while Wesker stood a slight distance behind him, dressed in a similar fashion except he had managed to get some pants on and fix his hair somewhat.
Finishing cleaning his teeth, Chris spit out the toothpaste that had collected in his mouth before being shoved out of the way as Wesker went to fix his hair further, thin fingers reaching upward to carefully push loose hairs back and in working order.
"This is weird," Chris finally said, watching as Wesker grabbed a comb and began to style his hair further.
Not answering for a time, Wesker adjusted a few strands before raising an eyebrow, his gaze moving from his own reflection to Chris'. "You've seen me style my hair numerous times before, Chris… I don't see why you have to point this out now."
"I'm not talking about your hair obsession, I'm talking about how… how normal we are right now… like, you know… we're acting like some married couple," Chris replied, hand going down to scratch himself as he waited once more for the sink.
Wesker paused his combing and Chris could see his eyes avert to where his hand currently was before going back to his own reflection. "If you're uncomfortable with the situation we've set up, then perhaps you should go home."
Shaking his head, Chris went to sit on the toilet, a yawn escaping. While he found their new domestic lifestyle strange, he wasn't going to complain about it enough that he'd want to leave. He just found it… odd, how easily they slipped into the rolls of roommates, even though it would only last for another week or so.
He liked it to some extent, though. It was nice to wake up and see Wesker there… Well, he more often saw Wesker's backside as he got dressed for the day, and would then proceed to admire it before falling asleep for another twenty minutes, until he would get up and get ready for work with the bathroom finally free for him to use. The point was, though, that they had easily set up something that worked for the two of them, lulling Chris further into the belief that they were making it work, and that their relationship was stable. It was… nice, he decided.
Weird and confusing at times, but nice none the less.
"Why are you up so early on your day off?" Wesker finally asked, putting his comb down before he went to brush his teeth.
"Well, seeing as how most of the STARS members are taking advantage of the Memorial Day holiday, unlike yourself, some of us decided to go to the park and secure ourselves a picnic table by the outdoor pool before it gets too busy." Sitting back against the toilet, Chris shivered as the cold porcelain touched his skin but stayed where he was, the cool touch a nice reprieve from the warm air in the stuffy bathroom.
Chris waited while Wesker brushed his teeth, eyes glazing over as he stared at the wall in front of him, mind wandering over the list of things he had to buy for the picnic before he arrived at Jill's to pick her up for their day out together. He had been looking forward to this holiday for a while, and didn't mind getting up earlier than usual in order to secure a good spot in what was guaranteed to be a busy area on such a day.
"Who's going?"
Snapping his attention back to Wesker, Chris noticed he had managed to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth with mouthwash before Chris had even gotten through his mental list of chip flavours he had to get.
"Uh, Jill, Forest, Joseph, Brad, and Richard… Why, did you want to come?" Smiling, Chris stood up and tugged Wesker close, hand grasping his wrist to pull him over. Feeling Wesker's arms automatically wrap around his waist, Chris smiled and kissed him quickly, finally sharing their good morning kiss.
"I have work to do. Besides… I burn in the sun," Wesker said, going to bite Chris' bottom lip gently.
"Who works on a national holiday?" Chris asked, pouting slightly, which only gave Wesker more lip to nibble on.
"I do, as well as half the city. You should be grateful I've given you all the day off," he mumbled before kissing Chris again, his tongue sliding against the seam of Chris' lips. Opening his mouth, Chris moaned softly as Wesker went to suck on his tongue, spearmint invading his senses.
Breaking the kiss, Chris smiled and gently touched the small of Wesker's back, making his back arch ever so slightly- pressing their bodies closer together. "Well… can I show you how grateful I am with some thank you sex?"
That was another great thing about living with Wesker- spontaneous sex.
"We both have places to be, dear heart," he said, their foreheads touching before Chris went to nuzzle him, warm breath dancing across a high cheekbone.
Grasping the back of Wesker's neck, Chris went to breathe in his scent, the spicy cologne he usually wore currently gone, leaving Chris with just the delicious and soothing smell of his skin. While he breathed in Wesker's scent, Chris could feel hands slip under his boxers, fingers going to squeeze and kneed his ass.
Groaning, Chris went to nibble on Wesker's earlobe before sucking on it, hearing him let out a large puff of air before one hand went to slide between Chris' cheeks, a finger pressing against his entrance in a teasing manner.
Rocking against Wesker, Chris could feel himself getting hard, and desperately wished Wesker hadn't put pants on so he could rub against a responding arousal.
"Come on… We've got plenty of t-time," Chris huffed out, voice already husky as Wesker's hands left his ass only to go and fondle his arousal and balls. "We can do it quick… We can suck each other off at the same time…"
He could feel Wesker falter for just a moment, his hands pausing for a split second before he moved to look at Chris, successfully tearing his mouth away from his ear. "If we're late because of this, I'm blaming it on you."
Smiling, Chris kissed Wesker before gasping as Wesker slid a finger over the tip of his dick. "Trust me, we won't be late."
**XX**
"You two are late."
Forest stood beside the picnic table, his arms crossed over his chest as he desperately tried to look imposing while wearing a trucker hat and a pair of Hawaiian shorts. Taking the bag of chips Chris passed him, he continued to try and glare at Chris just as Jill adjusted her hat and proceeded to throw Chris in front of the proverbial bus.
"It's all his fault we're late. I was ready a good fifteen minutes before he finally showed up," she explained, hands on her hips as she looked over the already cluttered picnic table. An assortment of drinks and snacks were already piled high upon the flower tablecloth, and more seemed to be coming in a cooler that Brad and Joseph were wrestling with as they trudged down the hill towards the park.
Rolling his eyes, Chris went to unpack the chips he had bought, trying to fend off any obvious blush to his cheeks. "I was caught in traffic on my way to the grocery store. Morning traffic was a bitch."
Truth was, Chris had been busy sixty-nining their Captain, but it wasn't like he was about to admit that.
"Funny, I had no trouble getting here. Don't we live in the same neighbourhood?" Brad asked as soon as he and Joseph had gotten close enough to hear in on the conversation. Dropping the cooler beside the table, Joseph took off the bandana he seemed married to and stuffed it in his shorts pocket.
It was barely 10 in the morning and it was already getting hot. Chris thought it felt more like July than late May…
"I haven't been staying at my apartment for a week or so. They're doing some stupid renovations and it's been too noisy," Chris explained before realizing he had slipped up.
Inching closer to Chris, Forest poked him a few times, a cheeky grin on his features. "Not at home, eh? Where are you staying then… hmm?"
Rolling his eyes, Chris shoved Forest away and almost caused him to trip on the cooler as his strength got the better of him. "I'm staying at a motel, you fucking perv."
"Which motel?" Richard asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
"Where the fuck did you come from?" Chris asked, a little worried about the sudden interest in his life, coupled with the new found ninja abilities of his teammates.
Jerking a thumb over his shoulder, Richard indicated the outdoor pool area which was already filled with families and young teenagers. "I was seeing if it was even wise to try and go swimming."
"It looks really busy," Jill said, suddenly deflecting the conversation away from Chris' personal life. Whether she meant to or not, Chris was eternally grateful. "But if you guys want to brave the waves, then you should go and do it."
"What, you're not going to join us?" Forest asked, still rubbing his bruised shin after the cooler encounter.
"I'm not one for swimming in a pool with a bunch of little kids," she said, going to open a bag of chips. Sitting down on the bench beside Brad, Jill popped a chip in her mouth and sent Forest a grin.
"Most of the little kids are in the kiddy pool," Forest said, and Chris already knew where the conversation was going to go. Sitting down on the opposite side, Chris laced his fingers together and waited for the insult that was sure to come, and yet Forest would never expect.
"Really? Then how come you're talking about going into the regular pool?"
"… Are you insinuating that I am a small child?" Forest asked, a smirk appearing on his features.
Shrugging, Jill sent Forest another smile before taking another chip. "Maybe…"
Cracking his neck twice, Forest ran a hand through his long hair before returning the smile, eyes slightly narrowed. "You know this means war, right?"
**XX**
"Who the fuck brought water guns?" Joseph asked, eyes narrowed as he and Chris crouched behind a rock in the middle of the park, bushes and trees hiding them from view.
Clutching his cheap yellow gun, Chris tried not to laugh at the situation and instead peeked through the bushes, hoping to see some hapless victim run by. "Forest, of course. He's the oldest, and yet he's the one who always gets us into these situations."
"It's always Forest…" Joseph mumbled, and Chris could hear the smallest hint of amusement in his voice.
After the conversation between Forest and Jill, things had gone back to normal, with everyone settling down to play a game of cards and eat chips, before Richard fired up the barbeque that was beside their table in order to cook up some hot dogs. Friendly conversations were had (Brad had a new girlfriend and Richard's dog had puppies a week ago), and it seemed like it was going to be a laid back afternoon, with no thoughts of work or drama at all.
That was until Forest pulled out water guns from his backpack and handed everyone one (they were already full- a sign that Forest had planned this down to the smallest detail), before squirting a stunned Jill in the face and then took off into the woods with Richard being dragged along with him.
Still in a state of disbelief, everyone who was left at the table stared at Jill, her eyes squeezed shut as water dripped off of her nose and onto the table, a few droplets sticking to her eyelashes. Seconds passed in which Chris thought she was going to explode, before she opened her eyes, wiped away the water, and then proceeded to get off of the bench and shoot off into the woods after Forest and Richard.
Chris thought that he, Joseph, and Brad were going to stay behind and wait to see who returned relatively dry, but was taken once again by surprise when Brad picked up his half empty water bottle and threw the contents at him and Joseph before following Jill down the path she had taken, not even waiting to assess the damage.
And of course, Chris and Joseph could not let such blatant disregard for their egos go unpunished, and soon joined in on the hunt. Looking back on it, Chris found the entire ordeal almost entirely too hilarious. After all, they were trained police officers and worked for the most elite branch in Racoon City, yet were busy putting all of their training to use by having a water gun fight in the park.
"So are we after just Chicken Heart, or are we going to get everyone?" Joseph asked after a time, the two of them still in position behind the bushes.
"Well Brad's teamed up with Jill, so we've gotta take both of them out in order to get to him. Meanwhile, I don't think Forest will give us much mercy if we come across him, so we should just destroy him when we see him… it'll make things easier," Chris said, his legs cramping after staying in the same position for over five minutes.
"… Think someone will try and guard one of the water stations?"
"Doubt it. The park is littered with small streams- we can easily refill anywhere—" Chris began before he stopped talking, a familiar figure appearing on the other side of the path from them.
"Hey, Forest, got wasted?" Joseph called out, seeing Forest's already soaked appearance. Although he couldn't see them just yet, Forest perked up at the sound of Joseph's voice, and looked around in their general direction. Keeping his distance, he fiddled with his plastic gun, his pose relaxed given the circumstances.
"Had a little accident with a slippery slope and a stream," Forest said, making Chris chuckle as hilarious images flashed through his mind. Of course Forest would manage to get himself soaking wet in a battle royal water fight. "Now come on out of the bushes, you gay boys!"
"I don't think gay guys would be hiding in the bush! Just sayin'!" Chris shot out, trying hard not to laugh too much as Joseph almost tipped over chuckling.
There was silence for a time, and Chris watched Forest carefully through the leaves before he replied. "Touché."
"You guys should have really taken on just one man instead of waiting for two."
Turning around, Chris almost screamed like a little girl when he saw that Jill and Brad had managed to get behind them without being detected, their water pistols at the ready. He and Joseph tried to get out of bushes in a hurry, and managed to only get some water in their ears before they got free and ran past Forest, Joseph managing to spray him in the face in a drive-by shooting as they tore down the path before falling down a steep incline towards the stream.
Slowing his decent somewhat, Chris managed to stop just before the pond before Joseph tripped on some long grass and crashed into his back, making the two of them pitch forward into the stream.
Falling on his side, Chris felt the cold water slam against him and instinctively sat up as quickly as possible in an attempt to not drown. Joseph was making that incredibly difficult though, and the two of them splashed around for some time before they were sitting up, completely soaked in stream water.
"Not laughing now, are ya?" Forest yelled down to them, a huge grin plastered on his face as he stared down at the two of them.
Sloshing out of the water, Chris felt six times heavier and threw his white shirt off in an attempt to shed the pounds. Wringing out the edge of his swim trunks, Chris glared up at Forest, but couldn't help but smile. It was nice to act twelve again.
"You're one to talk- at least we fell in as a team. What happened to your stellar team?" Chris called up just as Joseph slipped on a rock as he tried to get out, causing him to fall back into the water.
"My stellar team is… non-existent. Richard ran off after I fell… he looked a little too pleased, I might add." Forest replied, a sudden paranoia surrounding him as he glanced around, a comical pose taken as he did so.
Helping Joseph out of the water, Chris tossed his wet shirt over his shoulder and attempted to get back up the slope, hands grasping and using the long grass as rope. It took both he and Joseph a pitiful amount of time getting up with no help from Forest, before they finally reached the peak.
Collapsing at the top, Chris looked up to see Joseph still had some fight left in him, and engaged Forest in a mini-water battle, the two of them running around in circles as they both tried to avoid and hit the other one.
The two of them finally ran out of water, and stood in front of each other, still pressing their triggers despite only little droplets of water coming out. Another minute or so passed before they sat down beside Chris, the three of them defeated and broken men after losing to something all young men should be armed and ready for- a battle that one could gain the highest honour and respect from…
A water gun fight.
"Nice chest hair."
Turning to look at Forest, Chris raised an eyebrow before looking down at his shaven chest. "I don't have any."
"Yeah, that's why I'm making fun of you," Forest said, sticking his tongue out.
"How old are you?" Joseph asked, stretching out under the canopy of trees, small rays of light reaching down towards them. Jill and Brad would no doubt swoop down to take them out in due time, and they figured being sitting ducks wasn't such a bad idea.
If only they knew where Richard was…
"Old enough that I can grow chest hair," Forest said, fingers going to comb through his long hair.
Chris respected Forest- he was, after all, his best friend. Whenever they had a mission or an important thing to carry out, Forest was all business. He followed orders, used his head in heavy and tense situations, and always managed to get the job done professionally. Chris figured that was why Wesker kept him around, because if he acted the way he did off duty, he figured Forest would have been out of the job long ago.
So yes, Chris respected Forest… but that didn't mean he wouldn't punch a man he respected.
Smacking him in the arm, Chris rolled his eyes and ran a hand over his chest. "I like having a smooth chest, all right? It's not like I can't grow chest hair either, I just like being baby smooth," he said, brushing off some drying mud that had clung to his arm.
It was true, Chris liked being baby smooth. It also helped that Wesker liked him being hairless too. There was nothing like running your hands over a strong, broad chest that was smooth and warm to the touch.
Just thinking about Wesker's chest began to make Chris a little more excited than he should be, and he squished the thought by turning to Joseph, who was still trying to dry his bandana.
"What's with the bandana?" he asked.
"Got it when I was ten from my mom," Joseph explained as he laid it down flat on the grass. "My mom bought it for me before… well, before she went off to Europe with some other man. She left my dad to raise me, and although I resented her for it, I can't part with the last gift she ever gave me…"
Clearing their throats, Chris and Forest both looked away, not knowing what to say; it wasn't every day a friend and co-worker revealed something like that. An uncomfortable silence came over them for some time, and Chris was about to start talking about anything but runaway parents before Joseph began to laugh, head tossed back in mirth.
Chris and Forest's attention quickly snapped back to him, and they gave him enough time to calm down before prying for an answer as to his sudden bipolar behaviour.
"I was kidding, you guys! I got this down in Texas a year ago when I went on vacation. I just like the damn thing!"
"You're a fuckin' idiot," Chris said, although he didn't mean it… too much.
"Never have I seen you guys shut up so quickly!" Shaking his head, Joseph continued to chuckle while Forest and Chris resisted the urge to push him back down the hill.
"Some of us have actually lost parents, you know," Forest said, face incredibly serious, making Joseph stop laughing in an instant. The two of them stared at each other for a time with Chris trying to get away from Forest's death glare, before he suddenly burst out laughing, head tossed back in what was his best impersonation of Joseph's earlier laugh.
Shaking his head, Joseph smiled and let Forest laugh it out as he tried to wring out more water from his shirt. "Okay, okay, I guess I deserved that."
"God, dead family jokes are the best," Forest said, leaning back on the grass, his elbows propping him up as he looked up at the canopy.
Coughing softly, Chris ducked his head down between his legs and pretended to be deeply interested in the grass, mind wandering all over the current situation. He was a little offended, but knew he had no grounds to be as such, seeing as how he never really informed everyone about his family life. In fact, Barry and Wesker were the only ones who really knew anything about his parents passing, and although he wished they didn't know, it was nice to have a little support.
Chris didn't rightly know why he was so closed off when it came to talking about his parents. It wasn't like it was something to be ashamed of or anything, and it had happened long enough ago that Chris had, in a way, become numb to the loss. But he hated the sympathy…
Whenever someone found out that he had lost his parents at a relatively young age, there was always the same scenario that would play out. The concerned look in the eyes, the furrowing off the eyebrows, the gentle hand applied to the shoulder and inevitable 'I'm sorry for your loss', followed up by a 'Do you want to talk about it?'.
Chris hated it. Of course he didn't want to talk about- it wasn't like they could do anything about it even if he did. They were gone, they had been gone for a long time, and Chris had moved on. No need to talk about something that was long since passed.
And so he kept it bottled up; never talking to anyone about it. They didn't need to know, and Chris preferred it that way. It was always best to keep his mouth shut and his intimate life out of the fray.
"Hey, you okay?"
Looking up from where he was staring, Chris nodded at Joseph and stretched his legs out, his knees popping after being bent for so long. Deciding to lie back on the grass, Chris let the sun soak into him, the heat drying him off quickly. "I'm good, just getting a little sleepy."
"Yeah, I'm ready for a nap," Forest agreed, lying down beside Chris. Joseph soon followed, and the three of them looked up at the canopy, squinting as rays of sun broke through and casted them in a warm light. "I'm still worried about where everyone else is, though… It's too quiet."
"I'm sure they went back and are relaxing at the picnic area. Probably figured we lost anyways, what with all of us falling in the stream at some point in time," Chris mumbled, already feeling the gentle caress of sleep.
Humming in agreement, Forest and Joseph seemed to be dozing off as well, the lull of sleep too much to resist as they enjoyed the afternoon.
Chris was almost fully asleep and was so caught up with thinking about what Wesker would look like naked and lying in a bed of flowers under the sun that he didn't even realize there was a large shadow over him, blocking the rays of the sun until it was too late.
Opening his eyes with a start, Chris only had time to comprehend the fact that water was coming down before he was splashed with a large amount of cold water. Jumping in shock as the water hit his skin, Chris almost got an elbow to the face as he rolled over and away from the cold, just as Forest shot up, all limbs and screaming as the water found purchase on him.
"What the fuck?" Chris managed to get out, rubbing his hand over his face before he sat up and looked over his shoulder to see Jill, Richard, and Brad standing triumphantly on the path, an empty cooler between them.
"Thought we would let you guys get away with just a fall in the stream?" Brad asked, laughing as Joseph stood up, his bandana once again wet and wrinkled.
"Why us?" Joseph asked, pointing to himself and Chris with a shocked look on his face. Getting up finally, Chris nodded in agreement, the cold water giving him goose bumps.
"You had made peace with the traitor," Jill explained, a satisfied smile on her face as she soaked in the appearance of a bedraggled Forest. "Sorry that we used cold water, though…"
Ringing out his shirt once more, Forest eyed Jill before venturing forth, a hand raised as a sign of peace. "You got me, Valentine, you really did… Peace?"
Taking the offered hand, Jill shook it with vigour and winked at Forest. "Peace…"
"Aw, it warms my heart to see you two making peace," Richard said, clutching his hand to his chest, eyelids fluttering.
Snapping his attention to Richard, Forest's eyes narrowed as he looked at his so-called partner. Trudging forward, he grabbed his arm and got him into a headlock, arm tightening as the two struggled together.
"You damn bastard- leaving me behind in the stream while you went off to join the enemy!" Forest yelled, humour in his voice as the two wrestled around on the path, inching closer and closer the edge of the small hill.
"I didn't mean to! I went- ouch- I went off to – let go of me- get the cooler full of water. They found me and we went together," Richard tried to explain, his airway getting choked off as they hit the edge of the hill. A second passed in which Chris thought that they were going to clue into the fact that they were going to fall down into the stream again, but that train of thought left as soon as it had come, and Chris had the pleasure of seeing the two men tumble down the slope, a tangle of limbs until they reached the bottom, bodies splashing into the water.
It didn't appear to slow them down too much, though, and they continued to wrestle in the water while the rest of them looked on, eyebrows raised as they wrestled like little kids.
"Boys…" Jill said, shaking her head and sighing slightly.
"I know what-" Chris began before he was pushed forward, body tipping before he rolled down the hill, laughter following him down, followed closely by Brad and Joseph as they all careened towards the water.
Stopping himself before he hit the stream again, Chris prayed that Brad and Joseph would stop too, but had no such luck and was pitched into the stream. After getting over the shock of cold water on his skin yet again, Chris managed to stand up in the middle of the water to glare up at Jill, her body doubled over as she laughed.
Oh, she would pay…
**XX**
"What are you reading?"
Standing outside Wesker's bedroom, Chris leaned against the doorframe and inspected Wesker. He was lying on his bed, back propped up against a few pillows with his shirt open at the top, giving Chris a nice view of his broad chest. A large book was resting in his hands, and Chris could see the worn cracks in the spine, making him believe Wesker had read this book numerous times over.
"The Count of Monte Cristo," he said, eyes glancing up from the pages to look Chris over, before they returned to the words before him. "How was your day?"
"Great… Really great," Chris began as he headed over to the bed. Climbing on top of the sheets, Chris lay down beside Wesker and played with the hem of his shirt while his other hand went to prop his chin up. "We all had great food, interesting conversations, an intense water gun fight, all followed up by a random photo shoot."
"A photo shoot?" Wesker asked, an eyebrow raised as he turned the page, fingers staying pressed between the papers for a time.
"Yeah, I brought a disposable camera." Rolling over, Chris got the camera out of his back pocket and tossed it on Wesker's lap. When Wesker didn't so much as lift a finger to look at it, Chris rolled his eyes and sat up to go and straddle him. Taking the book from his hands, Chris placed it gently on the night table before running his hands over Wesker's chest.
"I have one photo left, just so you know…" Smiling, Chris went to unbutton Wesker's shirt further, wanting to run his hands along that smooth chest he loved so much. "I thought maybe we could take a picture together… You know, just for fun."
Letting Chris undo his shirt all the way, Wesker finally picked up the camera and inspected it, delicate fingers fiddling with the cardboard case. "I do not enjoy having my picture taken, Chris."
"So? It's not like a regular picture or anything. It's just a fun picture between two men who happen to straddle each other and slowly undress each other." Shrugging, Chris finally got Wesker's shirt fully open, and pushed the garment off as much as he could before running the palms of his hands over him.
"Maybe," Wesker mumbled, going to put the camera down beside the book. Snatching Chris' hands in his own, Wesker brought them up to his lips and kissed his knuckles before moving forward. Grasping the back of Chris' neck in one hand, his other went to run along the hem of Chris' tank-top before he moved in to nuzzle Chris' neck.
"You smell like the sun, dear heart…" he mumbled, his breath sliding deliciously against Chris' neck. Holding back a moan, Chris tilted his head a little and rested his hands on his shoulders.
"What does that mean? I didn't think the sun had a smell." He honestly didn't care if the sun had a smell or not. But if it did to Wesker and it meant he'd get ravished, then he was okay with it all.
There was nothing like coming back to your lover after an amazing, relaxing, fun-filled day.
"You smell… sweet… like a flower," he explained, biting Chris' ear gently. "And your skin is warm… hot, almost."
Groaning softly, Chris titled his head to the side while he gently massaged Wesker's shoulders, the feeling of broad hands trailing up his back making him quiver. "It's probably just the smell of sweat and the great outdoors."
He could feel a soft gush of air against his neck, before Wesker lifted his head, grey eyes holding a tenderness Chris rarely ever saw. "It doesn't matter what it is… What matters is that you're gorgeous today…"
Blushing, Chris broke eye contact and went to take his own shirt off, throwing it across the room in his haste to do something. "Don't say shit like that. Makes me feel like a woman…"
Chris actually liked what Wesker had said, but be damned if he was going to admit it. He still had a little masculinity left, thank you very much.
"As you wish…" Wesker mumbled, his hands going to run along Chris' stomach, sliding over his abs in a slow, meticulous fashion. Wesker's hands felt cool over his skin, and Chris found himself shaking slightly, goose bumps rising against flesh. "Cold?"
Locking eyes with Wesker, Chris could see a familiar smirk on his lips, and decided to swipe it off his face with a kiss. Grasping the side of Wesker's face in his hands, Chris kissed him deeply, tongue sweeping in to run along the weak spots Chris knew Wesker had.
Letting him take control of the kiss for a time, Wesker's hands continued to run along Chris' heated chest, fingers dipping and gliding all over. Finally taking back control of the kiss, Wesker slid his tongue into Chris' mouth with a little more passion behind it, tongue probing and sliding before they broke apart, breathing becoming an issue.
Soon Chris found himself being pushed off of Wesker's waist, and went with the motion until he was lying on his back with Wesker poised above him. Smiling, Chris stretched out under him, admiring his view as Wesker took his shirt off. Chris didn't figure he'd actually be getting sex given what they had done in the morning, but clearly Wesker was in a good mood, and clearly they were both terribly horny.
"Today was a good day…" Chris murmured, just as Wesker moved down to run his lips gently against Chris'- not quite a kiss, but more of a caress. "I'm really happy…"
"Happy because of your day?" Wesker asked, his lips continuing to glide across his skin in tender, feather-soft kisses.
"Happy because of today… because of where I am in life… because of my job… and because I'm with you." Gasping when Wesker sucked on the skin of his collarbone, Chris couldn't help but let out a pleased hum, his eyes closing as Wesker moved lower.
Chris was just… happy. It was a simple word, one that a small child would use to describe the simplest of things- like when they received a new crayon; got to play tag during the lunch hour; met a new person. In all those cases, they would be happy.
Chris could have used numerous different terms to describe how he was feeling, his vocabulary much more robust and creative than a young child's… and yet happiness and the term that came with it was exactly how Chris felt right now.
Everything was beginning to make sense for him, and for once he was entirely pleased with everything that was going on. He had a solid job, he had friends and a somewhat supportive family, and he had Wesker… a man who Chris had found himself slowly falling for.
Feeling Wesker's gentle caresses and kisses begin their ascent back up, Chris looked down just in time to see Wesker go to kiss a nipple, tongue dipping out to lick and suck until it was hard, causing Chris to groan, the image alone entirely erotic.
Wesker was so… seductive in bed. He was like a predator the way he would slide up Chris' body, his hips swaying as his eyes locked with Chris' with a burning intensity behind them, a sight that made Chris know he was the prey and that Wesker would never let him get away. He loved how silent Wesker was- how every move he made was so calculated and sure, to the point that Chris sometimes wondered if it was even possible that Wesker was human.
But occasionally he would slip up, and Chris would revel in such slips. The occasional groan here, a loud moan there, and the occasional gasp coupled with a strong grip on his hips. All of these slips- these little mistakes on Wesker's part, let Chris know he was having an effect on Wesker, an effect that they could both feel.
"I'm glad that you're happy, dear heart…" Wesker said, his voice a little lower as the heat between them began to no doubt have an effect on his sexual appetite. He was smiling ever so slightly as he came up, and Chris moved forward to kiss him slowly, a hand wrapping around his neck as they ground slowly against each other, their pants getting in the way of any real touching.
But as they kissed, Chris had a brilliant idea, and subtly shifted so he could reach the camera that held goofy photos of him and his fellow STARS mates. Positioning the camera as best he could while kissing Wesker, Chris broke the kiss for a moment and smiled up at Wesker before catching his top lip in a soft kiss, a smile accompanying it as he snapped the photo.
A second passed in which Wesker seemed to pause, before he broke the kiss and eyed the camera that Chris was still holding out beside them. For a second Chris thought Wesker was going to throw a hissy fit like he occasionally did, but instead found Wesker sitting up to take Chris' shorts off, hands working quickly.
"That was very sneaky of you, Christopher…" Wesker said, glancing up at Chris as he began to untie his shorts. "I didn't even feel you shift."
"You were too caught up in the fact that you had your tongue down my throat. It's perfectly understandable," Chris said, lifting his butt to let Wesker take his shorts off in one fluid motion, leaving him bare.
Spreading Chris' legs, Wesker began to massage his thighs, hands gliding all across his skin. Opening his legs further for Wesker, Chris watched as his hands danced across his skin, a look of relaxation on his features. Another thing Chris rarely saw, but cherished every time he did.
"Are you just going to touch me like this all day, or are you going to pay attention to other parts?" Chris finally asked, wiggling a little to drag Wesker's attention to his growing arousal. Smirking in triumph as Wesker's hand found his balls, Chris slid his hand down to join Wesker's- their fingers touching as Wesker began to fondle him gently.
"You want to do this together, do you?" Wesker said, an eyebrow raised as the two of them touched and caressed, fingers brushing together as they slid up to touch Chris' cock.
Biting his bottom lip, Chris nodded and watched the contrast between the two of them, a small groan passing through his lips as Wesker's free hand began to slowly undo his belt before pulling his zipper down, revealing his cock straining against his underpants. Eager to see him, Chris pushed Wesker's hand away so he could get to work on getting his pants off. Busying himself with his own dick, Chris began to masturbate in front of Wesker while Wesker quickly undressed himself all the way.
Once they were both naked, Chris moved to sit up slightly, hand still working his own erection as he watched Wesker begin to touch himself as well, the two of them admiring each other as they did so.
"Y-you want to touch each other, or should w-we keep at this?" Chris asked as he slid the pad of his thumb against the head. God, Wesker was so sexy…
"Show me how you pleasure yourself." It was almost a demand, and almost a request. Either way, Chris was more than happy to oblige, and began to work himself with one hand while the other went down to cup his balls, letting them jump against the palm of his hand.
With Wesker's eyes on him, Chris was even more adventurous than usual, and found his hand straying down to his entrance, just as Wesker's hand slowed down, his fingers going to run under his foreskin and across the slit. A second passed in which the two of them just stared at each other, their movements stilling for a second before Wesker pushed forward, his dick sliding against Chris' just as Chris sat up further, desperate to kiss Wesker.
"I want you in me," Chris said as soon as they had broken apart, their bodies still rocking against each other. Sliding his hips upwards, Chris made it so Wesker's dick was lower, the head sliding against his sac before it came to his ass.
Licking his fingers, Wesker didn't even bother with proper lube and slid a finger into Chris with little resistance, the two of them experienced with each other's bodies enough to know when extreme preparation was needed, how much time you should spend, and when it was okay to just ram inside.
Relaxing himself as much as possible, Chris rocked on his finger, desperate for more but enjoying the sight of Wesker's throbbing member so close to his entrance. It took about another minute of simple preparation on Wesker's part before he was inside Chris, flesh pressed against flesh as the two of them adjusted to the overwhelming feeling of being together.
"Are you ready?" Wesker asked, his head ducked down, seemingly enamoured with how he was inside Chris. Chris always loved to see the contrast between them, and no more so was it noticeable between them than when they coupled.
"Y-yeah, go ahead," Chris panted out, his body already screaming for release. Fuck, he was horny, and Wesker's sweat-slicked skin, messy hair, and heavy breathing weren't making it easy to hold off on blowing a load right then and there.
Feeling Wesker slide out, he seemed to wait for forever before he slammed back in, his pace quickly picking up speed as the two of them moved together in an age old dance.
Bringing Wesker down for a kiss, Chris held him close as they rocked together, their coupling becoming more and more frantic, bodies and nerves completely frayed. With the feeling of Wesker's hot breath against his cheek and powerful thrusts against him and inside him, Chris was almost there… Just a few more thrusts and-
The sudden sound of Wesker's phone ringing snapped Chris out of his impending orgasm, the mood suddenly ruined as the loud ring ripped through the thick air. Wesker stalled his motion for a moment, and Chris thought he was seriously going to get up to answer it before he continued to fuck Chris, his rhythm coming back to him.
"Y-you gonna let it ring?" Chris panted out, arching into Wesker's touch as his hand slid across his side.
"Yes," Wesker said.
"G-good," Chris replied, relieved that he wasn't going to leave him hanging like this.
Soon the ringing stopped, and Chris went back to concentrating on the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the throaty groans and moans he was letting out, coupled with Wesker's growls.
Again, Chris found himself nearing completion before a buzzing was heard on his right side, and he looked over to see Wesker's pager buzzing on the night stand, the green screen flashing a number and a three digit code. Whoever was calling him obviously wanted his attention.
"W-what does 670 mean?" Chris managed to get out as Wesker's thrusts became deeper and harder.
But suddenly, the movement stopped, and Wesker stayed poised above Chris, muscles shaking as he stared at the pager. Finally moving, Wesker laid down on top of Chris and reached out to grab the pager, eyes narrowing as he read the screen.
Chris didn't have time to read the emotion that ran across Wesker's face in that instant, but the next thing he knew, Wesker was pulling out, his erection quickly losing its hardness. Chris figured it wasn't healthy what he was doing, and grasped his arm in a tight hold.
"What's going on?" he asked, desperate to know why the fuck Wesker had stopped. He was still fucking hard and didn't see himself getting completion anytime soon if Wesker's erratic behaviour continued. First he was gentle, then he was horny and rough, and now he was… off.
Something was different all of a sudden, and as Wesker turned to look at Chris, a heavy, uneasy feeling crept into his gut.
"I have to make a phone call," Wesker said, pulling his arm away from Chris' grasp. Getting off of the bed, Wesker moved to put on a pair of pants, his erection almost catching on the zipper. Trudging out of the bedroom, Chris watched him go into the office before slamming the door closed, cutting Chris off.
Sitting on the bed, Chris tried to shake the feeling of 'wrong', his body also losing whatever arousal he had left. Wesker's eyes were… different when he had turned to look at him. Something had happened and Chris… Chris was… scared?
Getting up off of the bed, Chris willed his erection to go down completely and threw his swim trunks back on, the fabric rubbing against him in an obscene way. Going to the office, Chris didn't know if he should knock, leave Wesker to his devices, or walk right in.
The bad feeling he had made him open the door unannounced, curiosity getting the better of him. Opening the door carefully, Chris caught the tail end of the conversation with the image of Wesker hunched over his desk, hand holding onto the phone with a death grip.
"And you're positive it's a leak?... Yes, yes, of course I bloody well understand. Yes, I'll be there soon." Hanging up the phone, Wesker turned around and eyed Chris, no surprise in his posture as he glared at Chris.
"What was that about?" Chris asked, just as Wesker stood up and made his way to the door.
"There is a possible E. coli contamination at a local meat packing plant- they suspect some of it was leaked into the food system," Wesker began, pushing past Chris as he headed to the bedroom. "Irons has asked me to go and check it out… Bloody fool can't handle it himself."
The way Wesker was acting made Chris wonder if he was telling the truth, but decided not to ask for details. After all, Wesker had never given him any reason to doubt him, and he sounded so sure of what he was saying.
But despite Wesker's explanation, Chris still felt uneasy- like there was something stuck in his side and he couldn't get it out. Watching Wesker get dressed, Chris stood silently, not knowing what to do with the new, unwelcome feelings overcoming him.
"Did you want me to come?" Chris asked as soon as Wesker had dressed completely. Grabbing his sunglasses, Wesker put them on and pushed past Chris once again, the smell of cologne and sex invading his senses.
"No… Don't wait up for me tonight, either," Wesker said, his voice almost void of all emotion. Going to the front door, Wesker put his shoes on and tried to fix his hair as much as possible before he grabbed his keys and tactical vest that had been resting near the door.
Moving forward, Chris went to kiss Wesker quickly, hoping to ease the unexplainably tense situation. But Wesker's kiss was a little forced, lips unusually tight as they parted. Fixing a fallen strand of hair, Chris tried to smile and kissed Wesker again before letting him leave.
"Have fun…" Chris mumbled, a comment that was completely ignored as Wesker left the apartment and headed towards his destination.
Watching him go to the elevators, Chris waited until he was out of sight before going to close the apartment door, the soft click of the lock far too loud. Going to sit on the black couch facing the park outside, Chris rested his elbows on his thighs and stared out towards the park, the sun setting. Without realizing it, Chris lost the previous happiness he had been so high on mere moments ago for the last time.
Because everything had changed, without anyone realizing it.
Oh boy- I bet you all know what that leak was, right? I told you zombies were going to come soon! Anyways, I just had to ruin the good mood, didn't I? Fun day at the park, sexy time with his boyfriend (twice)! Chris was having a very good day and then BAM! Wesker's other job had to get in the way in a very bad way. But you know that 69 scene I made ref. to? Yeah well... it's been written. That's right, I wrote Chris and Wesker 69-ing each other but I didn't include it! Why? Too long- the chapter would have dragged on far too much. But I was thinking of posting it separately if you guys asked for it! But thanks for the reviews/favourites/watches/support! I ruv all of you so so so much!