This chapter immediatley starts out with the you know...good stuff. And yes, we see a new main character emerge in this chaper mwahaahaaahaaaahaaAAAAAAAAAA A Ok i'll stop and let you read this...:)
I slowly shoved myself inside him. I didn't want to hurt the guy, but at the same time I was intimately insane with Wesker. I grabbed his hips and thrusted myself deep inside slowly. Then I pulled back out.
"You alright?", I whispered to him, the warm water running on both of our bodies. He simply nodded.
Then, surprisingly, he grabbed my length and shoved it in himself.
"Eehhhh...Wesker...", I moaned biting my bottom lip. This was a little bit too much for me. I started pounding him. Slow at first, gradually going faster. I mean it felt good. Don't get me wrong. Just...very tight inside. Honestly I was kinda scared I was going a bit to rough. At least I thought. Wes seemed fine. His length was hard, and he seemed to be enjoying himself.
"Fuck...faster...", Wes whimpered. I sped up a bit, angling myself to hit his sweet spot. I thrusted in deeply, Wesker letting out a moan. I don't know how much time passed. Maybe ten? Before I felt myself climaxing. Wesker came, his cum shooting out onto the wall. Damn, now I gotta clean that later...
Him climaxing tightened his hole so deeply that I couldn't hold it anymore. My body spazzed as I thrusted back in forth, cumming continuously into him. Wow just wow... My legs felt like jello. I slowly pulled out, my cum spilling out of his hole.
"Ehhh...", Wes winced. We quickly rinsed and then headed to the bedroom, too tired and drained to stand. In my large bed we fondled underneath the big cotton sheets.
"Sorry I came inside of you.", I apologized. Wesker shook his head.
"It's fine. It felt good anyway.", he remarked.
My cheeks flushed deeply.
"Gee thanks.", I said.
"No problem.", Wesker replied. Then their was silence. A peaceful type of silence though. We snuggled closer to each other. I was getting pretty tired here, so my eyes started to close. Wesker though was wide eyed.
"I have a big favor to ask for you.", he said out of no where.
My eyes shot open. Alright then, this was a shocking moment. Wesker making conversation. And asking me for favors? What exactly could he want?
"Yes?", I said.
"Can I move in?", Wesker asked nonchalantly.
WTF!
"Ummm".
Ok. I'll admit. At this point I was completely caught of guard. Wesker? Asking me if he could move into MY condo?! MY CONDO?! Hell yeah!
"Sure. I have plenty of room in this bed-I mean through out the can stay as long as you want.", I happily said, a slight blush on my face.
" And I have one more favor.", Wesker stated.
Ohhhh! Now did I hit the lottery or what!? I never had Wesker asking me for anything more than once! This was truly a shocking moment.
"What is it?", I said, literally glowing with joy and praises of hallelujah.
"Can my son move in to?", he asked.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
WESKER HAS A SON!?
WHO DA FUCK TOUCHED MY WESKER?!
SOMEONE IS GONNA DIE!
"Um whose the bitch.", I asked out of no where.
"What?", Wesker asked.
"Whose the girl?", I said readjusting myself in bed.
"Some woman I met in Bermuda. She had my son a long time ago.", Wesker exclaimed.
"Whose your son?", I asked.
"Jake Muller.", he responded.
"Is he gay?", I asked sharply.
"He has a girlfriend.", Wesker answered and then, "Why are you being so defensive about it? He's on his way tommorow. You should have known I would trick mortal like you.", smirked Wes.
"Oh damn you you bastard! Ehhhh!", I said sticking out my tongue. And then it hit me like a light bulb.
"No wonder you easily let me take control. I feel like an idiot now!", I said burying my face in my hands and pretending to cry.
"Well, that's what happens to sexy jocks like you.", Wesker said adoringly, wrapping his arm around me tightly.
"Oh theeee irony!", I moaned. I sat there asking him more about his son, but we eventually both collapsed. I think the combined excitement from the two of us is what eventually put us both to sleep.
I opened my eyes to sunlight peering out the window. Wesker was laying on his side snoring like no tomorrow. He looked peaceful. I scratched my head. What a long sleep...
"What time is it...?", I said quietly looking for my digital clock. Ahh, their it was...SHIT
"Fuck!", I yelled, slapping Wesker on the side and jumping out of bed. Wesker immediately sat up like a zombie, eyes blood red.
"Which human do I have to kill this time?", he said.
"Wesker it's four in the afternoon! We overslept!", I said running to the closet to find something to wear.
"Crap. My son was at the airport almost two hours ago!", Wes said. Then he looked at me and said, "We need quick shower, meal to go, and money.", and using super speed, he picked me up and ran to the bathroom, throwing me in the shower. Then turned it on. I was still naked from last night, so I didn't complain. Wes jumped in. We both scrubbed each other like crazy. As soon as we had gotten in we had gotten out. Then he supersped again. Wesker carried me while running to the bedroom and dropped me onto the bed. I bounced softly on the cushions. How exhilarating. Then he ran into the drawers, got two pairs of boxers and socks and threw them at me. I quickly placed my underpants on and the socks, combing my hair with my other hand. Wesker threw two black t shirts at me and some casual jeans and some sandals.
"Gotta make time.", I said running into the kitchen, pulling on my jeans and opening the fridge.
It was empty. All there was inside was a Yoohoo milk and a lunchable. Fuck my life man...
I quickly packed the shit into a lunch box, pulled on my shirt and sandals and got to the door. Wesker was already there. He handed me my cell.
"We ready?", he asked.
"Yeah. Let's go.", I said, even though the apartment looked a mess.
"Wait. Do you have money on you?", the blonde asked.
"Yeah.", I answered feeling my back pocket.
We ran out, locking the door behind us. Wesker jumped into the passengers seat and me in the drivers.
"Alrighty...", I said putting the key in and turning it. And of course, shit had to happen. The car wasn't turning on. I turned the key again.
Nothing.
"I'm sure it's just starting up.", I said, but my paranoia was rising like a clam. Yeah, I don't know anyone else who says that so eat it. But anywaysssss...
I turned the key again. Nothing.
"Wesker HELP!", I yelled even though he was sitting right next to me.
"I'm no mechanic!", he answered, turning the key himself. Nothing happened.
"What kind of god are you!?", I asked. We sat there moping for a couple of seconds. Then...
"Chris, get out of the car.", Wesker said grabbing the lunch box and opening the car door. I knew what he was going to do. And I wasn't having it.
"Wesker, no...", I said but he cut me off.
"Chris c'mon now. My son's waiting for me. I feel bad enough as it is.", he said with a frown. Now this was special. Wesker barely ever showed any type of sensitive emotions (see page 1), so for him to say something like that was very touching.
"Fine... Don't trip though.", I said. I hopped onto his back, piggy back style. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Don't drop me either.", I said kinda scared.
"I'll try not to.", Wesker murmured and then he began running. The wind brushed my face hard as we left the condo complex. Wesker was pretty fast, especially when we made it onto the highway, which for the most part was a straight path. Wesker picked up speed. Okay, I'll admit it. I was terrified. This was not what normal people did to get to the airport if you haven't noticed. Wesker passed cars easily. He must have been going 80 miles an hour. He can probably go much faster though. I was holding him back. I tightened my hold around his neck as we ran along the parkway.
"You hanging in there?!", I said to him.
"Barely...", he gasped.
"We're almost there. Keep going.", I said supportively. I could see the airport watchtower now.
Wesker began to slow down.
"I can't... I'm gonna throw up...", he said, speed decreasing greatly. I could feel his intense heart beat, pounding through out his body.
"Stop then. We're a block away. Take a rest.", I said hopping off his back. Wesker pulled off to the bushes and began to puke his guts out.
I patted his back gently. He purged for a good couple of minutes. When he was done he stood there, regaining his posture. Then,"Alrighty. Let's go.", and he picked me up and ran the rest up the block, into the airport and into the arrival lobby. Many people watched the sight, amazed. I honestly was the most impressed. He ran straight up to a teen with a shaved head and a scar on his face who was sitting, reading a PEOPLE magazine. Wesker dropped me, and then collapsed onto the floor, breathing like a dog.
"It's about time dad.", Jake said nonchalantly, as if this was an everyday thing. Wesker, seeing that he was attracting some attention, got up, brushed of dust from his shirt, and cleared his throat. I placed a hand on my head. I was seeing stars to be honest. Jake put the magazine down, stood up with his luggage, and began to walk out. He was quite the cutie, I'll admit.
"Son, what the hell, wait.", Wesker panted, me and him chasing Jake to the outside pick up area.
"Now how do we get home?", I asked. We were gonna have to sleep at the airport! Noooooo!
"I called a shuttle taxi ten minutes ago. I thought you guys weren't gonna come.", Jake responded shrugging his shoulders.
"Thank god.", I said happily.
"Your welcome.", Wesker responded, being a smart ass.
"Not you, ughhh don't talk to me.", I said turning away from him.
"It's not my fault the car wasn't working.", Wes said. Hey, I noticed that tone in his voice...
"You think it's my fault that the car wouldn't turn on?", I questioned darkly. Wesker folded his arms.
"Our ride is here.", Jake interrupted.
We quickly hopped in. It was already 5:40. Only an hour and forty minutes that I had been functioning for this day, and I felt like absolute death. So did Wesker.
We sat in the back, the driver having the ac on blast was fulfilling. Jake was on his cell, texting.
"So, how was your flight?", I asked him.
Jake shrugged.
"Boring. This old man had to keep taking a piss. So since the bathroom is in the back and I was in the back, he kept on brushing past me. I was on the seat closest to the aisle, so when he came again I "accidentally" tripped him. He was getting on my nerves at that point.", Jake said.
"That's terrible!", I responded eyes open.
"Good job.", Wes complimented. Jake shrugged his shoulders. Again with the shoulder shrugging.
"Honestly, I could charge you for being late.", he said. Whoa whoa whoa...did he really just go there?
"Just like I can charge you for living in my condo?", I remarked. Jake seemed shocked and impressed at the same time.
"You can't charge me. I'm technically your son. Well adoptive son anyways.", Jake defended.
"Exactlyyyyyy.", I said like a smart ass. Wesker combed his hair.
"Jake, I don't understand your obsession with money.", Wesker said darkly.
"Money makes the world go round.", Jake said, opening a mars bar.
"We discussed this over the phone.", Wes said.
"I'm still gonna be a porn star. Have sex and make money. Simple as that.", Jake said taking a bite out of the bar.
"Yes, but getting rid of syphilis isn't simple...nor cheap.", Wesker exclaimed, folding his arms.
"Ouch... Old man.", Jake sneered. The shuttle pulled us up to the condo. Thank the lord!
We all got out, Jake taking his luggage. Then the van pulled out and drove off.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone:) and please stay safe. Thats the most important thing. Also, I apologize if the characters were inaccurate :0 I try to keep them original but I tend to ummm change them a bit to help the flow of the story. Anyways LOL im done rambling now.