Piers is such a trouble making brat! Chris can't think of anything else! Obviously, neither can I, lol
Chris groaned in the pits of his chest, rumbling like a bear growling while his fingers slid achingly slow over the heat of his own flesh. Running his hand along the smooth flesh his own spit coating him, he could feel the vein along the bottom of his cock throb. Chestnut colored eyes drifted silently down his own body, watching the muscles in his chest heave as he slowly worked himself up, his thoughts passing over everything under the sun, hoping to avoid the one thing that had brought him to masturbate here, with one hand propped against the cement wall to keep his balance. Everyone expected Chris Redfield to fuck with Jill, how could you not after all the years they'd been together, even he expected him to sleep with her, but he wasn't rubbing his thick flesh to imagine of her in the throws of passion. Wincing, his eyes snapped closed, allowing his head drop back against his shoulders and rotate them hoping to drown out that he was rubbing one out in a public restroom.
He hadn't been able to get rid of the twisted thoughts gnawing in his brain out ever since he'd met eyes with that damnable kid. He could imagine tearing his thumbnail over the tender flesh of his mouth and into the slick heat, his tongue massaging the digit while Chris tightened a grip on his neck, trailing his own tongue and tasting the hot flesh of that well toned body. He was probably a freaking virgin too with how young he was, meaning every touch would make him moan and whimper for more. But there was no way a look like that had come from someone completely inexperienced. That look had read as clear as day, 'You wish you could fuck this.' A challenge in its own that said he knew exactly how to handle Chris. The idea of those deft narrow fingers working over alpha team's captain like a pro until he came causing his grip to tighten on his length. He would probably shove Chris around with the ease afforded to a soldier like that. Probably knew how to rock his hips just right and take every inch of the older, broader man's cock until his body bucked against him. Hard younger hands would wrap around himself and bring him to edge with Chris and just as his thick cock shoved against that sweet bundle of nerves inside him he'd cum in time with him.
UGH! Even like this he couldn't think straight. Everything came back to that fucking kid. You're almost thirty five years old Christopher, stop being such a dirty son-of-a-bitch. Still he couldn't shake the idea of cramming himself deep into that brat hoping to wipe that smirk off his face. He hadn't even spoken to Chris but that husky tenor voice drove a nail between his eyes when they'd locked sight on each other and Chris moaned louder as he felt himself throb in his fist, speeding his rhythm up, letting his head drop forward. This was a cheap substitute for those amber colored orbs and cocky visage, but there was no other way he could go out there and face him again without getting it out of his system. They could find a coat closet and Chris would bend him to his will and lip his hands over that smooth round ass, completely smitten with his the idea writhing body just before shoving his dick as deep into him as he could.
He's a fucking boy Chris. He wasn't even old enough to drink, what the hell is wrong with you?! Absolutely fucking nothing. He couldn't stop how that boy shifted in his place under Chris' probing stare even with all of them there, or that come hither stare that had lost him control of himself and made him evidently hard in the middle of that meeting. How can a kid have such a hold on him? How could a boy his age know just how to push Chris' buttons and make him want to shove the glasses from the table and fuck him right there even with everyone watching them. He thrust into his hand tip to base, over and over until he could push away the voices of people talking in the room beyond and replace it with the moans that would tumble out over soft pouted lips, begging him 'Fuck me captain, harder.' Whorish gasps invaded his thoughts briefly before he slowed his pace, groaning in the back of his throat, unable to force back the noises he sure someone would hear. Fuck he'd be tight...
His fingers were enough to do the job for now, flying over himself and tightening his grip. They'd be good enough to do that kid too. They'd have him squirming underneath him and nibbling that pouty bottom lip while Chris explored every inch of his body. He wanted to traverse every inch of his body; clawing, pinching, pushing passed each knuckle inside him until he was breathless, unable to ask the captain anything while his fingers delved into him and his mouth suckled at the sweaty flesh. Within moments he'd moaning with that soft tenor, trying to please himself with fervor that he'd used to abuse the ring of muscle.
Piers Nivans... Even though he had a woman like Jill Valentine practically begging him, all he could think about was pounding that kid until he cried out. Even the way he said his name had some hidden message, asking Chris to taste his mouth. He wouldn't even to be able to form coherent sentences with Chris so deep inside him, hitting that spot until he was completely undone. The snake in his stomach coiled when he thought of Piers' bow shaped lips mouthed his name. The things he wanted to do to that boy were sinful. His own groaning had droned out his thoughts, cursing himself for his stupidity for being so careless, but it didn't matter. He was so close.
'Captain...,' the promise of everything he wanted to do to that kid was laced behind that one word and it sent him over the edge, thick strings of cum covering his fingers as he jerked himself to the point of orgasm, the stick fluids clinging to his fingers while his thoughts lingered on drawing his cock over that kid's lips, wrapped them around his cock while he enjoyed the last constrictions of his climax, stifling he remnants of his groans. Fuck now he had to clean himself up and go back out there...