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Chris was antsy. For the third night in a row, he had been having almost the same dream. Each and every time it had involved a certain agent with fabulous hair, with whom he had recently saved the city from yet another bioweapons attack. Because apparently the world never ran out of megalomaniacs with world domination aspirations. It wasn’t that the dreams were bad per se. In fact, just the opposite. He had woken up with the hard proof each morning, eventually forcing him to take matters in his own hands in the shower just to relieve his arousal. No, what was bothering him was that he was straight, dammit. Or was he? And wasn’t Leon? And why was he even thinking about if Leon liked men? Muscular men? Dammit, and here it was again. He had originally just hoped the issue would resolve itself. However, instead of lessening, his thoughts started to swirl around the other man more and more. Chris was aware that he was often quite gruff with his sister’s best friend. He had always thought of it as natural, perhaps a little mix of admiration (which he didn’t want the other man to get to his head), plus honestly some jealousy based on the other man’s stealth (a skill he most definitely lacked but made up with strength) and accomplishments. Good natured ribbing as it were. Though Chris had to admit to himself that he didn’t come across as good-natured as he intended. They both had a hard job, shitty experiences, and a lack of normalcy in common, so why was it so hard for him to be friendly with the man? Well, he feared he might have his answer. Why, when, or how were all good questions. He had always known the agent was attractive, he just had never thought of him in that way before. At least not consciously. So, what changed? Hell, he wasn’t even great at relationships to start with. Between raising Claire, and then working for the BSAA his romantic conquests were much lower in number than most people assumed. Still, thus far at least, each of said conquests had featured lovely breasts and a welcoming vagina. What would he even do with another man’s dick? He groaned, shaking his head. He was really going there, wasn’t he? Not that Chris had any issue with homosexuality. He had several friends on the LGBTQIA spectrum. Love is love, as far as he was concerned. It was just that he had personally never felt drawn to another man, and now he was seriously considering making at least an attempt to approach the younger man. But there were so many factors to consider, first and foremost how Leon would react. He did not want to anger or alienate the man further, and even though it wouldn’t be the first time that Chris embarrassed himself with a potential love interest, their work relationship would mean that they likely would cross paths many more times, not even including the fact that they had Claire in common. He sighed again. Well, he was no coward, and at a minimum he would clear the air a little. Perhaps he would give the other man simply a good laugh at his expense, which might dampen his obsession. So, a win either way? He hated that his treacherous heart held out a teeny bit of hope that Leon might actually take him serious in a positive way. Now, he definitely was not just going to call him up or, God forbid, bring this up at a work function. Another sigh. He needed to talk to Claire.
Claire stared at her big brother, blinking a few times like a deer in headlights. In her life, she could count the occasions she had been rendered speechless on one hand. This was one of them. Then she took pity on Chris who was staring at his feet, face reddened, his hands shoved in his pockets, tension radiating from him. He had just dropped his confession on Claire that he ‘may’ feel an attraction to her best friend and closest confidant, a man he seemed to mostly avoid at her parties. Chris, who was considered the most strait-laced man she knew. She crushed him in a close hug, “Don’t worry Chris, we Redfields stick together, right? If it’s Leon you want, then we will see if it is someone we can get. Just promise me you won’t hurt him. Brother or not, I will kick you in the unmentionables if you break that boy’s heart.”
Chris reciprocated the hug, relieved to have gained his sister’s support so readily. “No surprise about me crushing on a man?”
Claire laughed, as she stepped back and plopped on the couch. “Oh, plenty surprised, believe me. But I can see it. I mean, he IS pretty. And you are his type.” She quickly covered her mouth. Oops, she wasn’t going to divulge Leon’s secrets this readily. The situation had made her more loose-lipped than she had planned.
Chris stared at her, his cheeks reddening. So Leon was into men? He raised his eyebrow questioningly.
Claire hissed, “Don’t tell him I spilled! Yeah, he likes burly brutes like you. But as you can probably guess he keeps this super on the download. Unfortunately, there are plenty of homophobic assholes around, not to mention not good information for the other side. You never know what they’ll use against you.”
Chris nodded thoughtfully. Yup, all made sense to him. Though he couldn’t shake the giddy feeling at the prospect of actually having a shot. Thank God his sister was a party planner. No one, not even a suspicious government agent, would think of ulterior motives just because Claire was planning another bash at her house. Plus, it being summer, Chris would be able to dress in a way that would show off his physique. A move, she assured him, would garner him favor if only he was able to get his foot out of his mouth and for once actually talked with Leon like a normal, friendly human being. Yeah, so that was going to be the tough part. Chris could be inspirational at work, getting men to trust him to lead them against staggering odds, but no one would ever accuse him of being a smooth talker privately.
Cue a week later. The sun was shining, drinks were flowing, hot dogs and burgers were sizzling, and the party was in full swing. Chris had never in his life spent this much time on choosing a casual outfit. He ended up wearing a plain white t-shirt that fit rather snuggly, matched with some khaki shorts, and of course his ever-present combat boots. He just wasn’t the flip-flop type. He was thankful for his sunglasses, an expensive splurge he made last year. They looked fashionable and allowed him to scan the crowd for the man he was looking for without advertising where his eyes were meandering. Finally he spotted the agent stepping through the glass doors into the backyard area, already a drink in hand, chuckling with his sister about some sort of private joke. Chris felt ridiculous, like some cartoon with hearts fluttering about his head, but now was his move. Don’t mess this up Redfield, he admonished himself. Great, no pressure.
Sweating more than the sun gave him reason for, he stepped into their path, and put on his best smile. “Hey Kennedy, I hope my sister is behaving herself.”
Leon’s head whipped around, smile vanishing (uh oh), but instead of a scowl, an appraising look with a small “oh” escaped the agent. Well, better than a ‘fuck off.’ Chris counted it as a victory and forged bravely on. “You look great. And the burgers are way tastier than the charcoal pucks from last year.”
Leon stared at the beefy hunk in front of him. As long as he could remember, the older Redfield had kept his conversations with him to a minimum. Now he was sounding like they were best buds. He would have told the bigger man to fuck off, but a) he was Claire’s brother and this was her party, b) he could tell the man was really making an effort to be friendly (for whatever reason), and c) damn, he was a fine specimen. Maybe out of his reach, as in ever, but nice to look at, nonetheless. He tried to unswallow his tongue and replied lamely. “Um, yeah, so I heard. You look great too, by the way.” He meant the last part and hoped Redfield didn’t notice the traitorous blush creeping up his cheeks. He tipped his head forward to let his bangs cover his face.
Chris smiled like a buffoon. This was going so well, but he had no clue what his next move should be.
Claire rolled her eyes, unnoticed by either man. Guys! How did they ever get a date with anyone, honestly? “So, Leon, did you know Chris recently got his first motorcycle? A Ducati – don’t you have one too?” And off they went. Perfect.
Chris thanked his sister inwardly. He loved his new bike, but Leon positively was in love with motorcycles, and their conversation flowed easily as they compared the pros and cons of their different machines. He enjoyed seeing the enthusiasm and sparkle in Leon’s eyes. It was nice to see him passionate about the topic. They grabbed some food and ended up spending a couple hours, with their talk slowly including work, and funny encounters with various madmen and their creations. Most people might have been horrified rather than amused, but in their line of work such gallows humor helped keep the darkness at bay.
Leon couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed Chris’s company. For once the older man wasn’t condescending or curt with him, but truly listened and participated in the conversation. He had even put his sunglasses aside, letting Leon enjoy the warmth of his dark brown eyes and the little wrinkles that formed when he smiled. Leon had enjoyed several spank fantasies in the past. Chris was built, a dominant type of guy, who was sweet and caring at the same time. Oh yeah, and of course straight. He had contemplated on more than one occasion to offer a blow job to the other. One of his little fantasies, really. He knew some straight men who would accept having their dick sucked if they were hard up. But he couldn’t picture Chris hard up for action, and he really didn’t want to be slapped by his best friend’s brother. Shame, really. They were running out of things to say, and Leon hated their time coming to an end. He was about to excuse himself to avoid awkward silence when Chris stunned him.
“Hmmm, Leon, do you want to grab some coffee later? I mean now. I mean just the two of us. I mean – oh fuck it.” The older was getting up to bolt, his face a heated shade of tomato, when Leon used his quick reflexes to gently grab his arm (damn, those muscles) and pulled him back.
“Wait Redfield – Chris. Are you – are you asking what I think you’re asking?”
Chris took a deep breath. “Yeah, I think so.” He couldn’t quite muster the courage to look Leon in the eyes, but all in all he felt he could have gone worse, especially when he heard a soft, “Ok.” Now quickly looking up, he saw a shy smile on a face filled with surprise and wonder.
They never made it to the coffee shop. Leon’s place was only five minutes away. They left Leon’s bike safely parked at Claire’s. Chris had arrived in his navy-blue Jeep, and that was their ride over. Both men were mostly silent, listening distractedly to some songs on the radio while stealing furtive glances at each other. Leon seriously couldn’t believe what was happening right now, and Chris had an inner ‘oh shit’ monologue, caught between excitement and slight panic. After all, he had never in his life done anything with another guy. Not that Leon was even aware of that fact.
They somehow made it up the stairs, and as soon as the door fell shut, Chris had his mouth on Leon. Oh God, it was just like he imagined. Luscious, soft lips, really not that much different from the women he had dated in the past. And the agent was definitely gifted in the kissing department, his tongue apparently gearing up to divide and conquer the new territory it was thrust in. Chris pressed Leon against the wall, asserting his dominance by holding his hands above his head while deepening the kiss. Judging by Leon’s moans, the other man was in favor. Not that Leon couldn’t buck him off or give him a serious fight if he wanted to, but it seemed the slighter man was turned on by the dominance he displayed. They made out until they both had to stop to gulp in some air. Chris, breathing heavily, decided it was probably a good idea to lay all his cards on the table before they proceeded further. “Sooo, I have never actually done this before with a guy?!” He flapped his hands in some vague gesture. Leon couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Do you mean kissing, messing around with or fucking?”
Chris reddened. “Hm, well, all of it.”
That stunned Leon into silence, if only for a moment. “But, but you want this, right?”
“Gods, yes,” Chris replied with enthusiasm. A little more bashful he added, “I just couldn’t get you out of my head after Arias. I – I am not so good with relationships, but I would really like to give this a try.”
Leon snorted, “Yeah, I get it.” He hesitated. “Look, we can just do a blowjob, and you can be on your way. If you close your eyes, you won’t even know the difference.”
Chris narrowed his eyes. “Dammit Leon, I WANT to know the difference. I didn’t ask Claire to set up this party to finally get to talk to you just so I chicken out now. I – oh shit.” Chris paled. He hadn’t planned on being this honest.
Leon stared. Well, this was unexpected. It was actually impressive how much of an effort the older Redfield had made to get in his pants. “Ok, so full disclosure if we do this. You can tell me if anything makes you uncomfortable. I usually use a safe word with my partners. Mine is Raccoon.” He blushed. He knew Chris would know instantly why that word would trigger halt to any romance, given that it pertained to one of the worst experiences of his life. “I’m what you would call a bottom. I like – I like a man who can boss my around a little, Dirty talk, you know.” The blush deepened. “I don’t want to disappoint you, but my body is not as impressive as you may think. I have a genetic disposition that doesn’t allow for much hair growth on my body, so I’m pretty much smooth from the neck down. My equipment is not that impressive either, but I make up for what I lack in size in skill. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but there it is.” Leon fell silent. In the best of times, it was hard to disclose his vulnerabilities to partners, it was a lot harder when he had to confess these things to a friend who was clearly inexperienced in this particular sort of set-up.
Chris was impressed by Leon’s directness. He appreciated it, though the agent didn’t need to worry. If anything, the description only turned him on. “I see no deal breakers here. But since we’re being open with one another – you already know I have zip experience with guys, so help me out if I do anything wrong? Also, I kind of have the opposite problem. 9 ½. Flaccid. Sorry, but that’s the way it’s hanging.” He figured a little humor might be good to diffuse the tension.
Leon’s eyes grew big, and his eyes immediately were drawn to the muscular man’s crotch. Chris wasn’t sure, but he thought he saw him salivating for a moment. Another moan escaped the younger man, then he simply gestured down the hallway. “Bedroom’s that way.” Chris hastened to follow the agent, his dick stirring in the shorts. Fuck, he felt like a teenager, ready for his first grope in the dark.
The bedroom was spacious and decorated mostly in white and blue, with some silver accents. The king bed looked inviting, and he noticed one of the walls featured a large mirror. This could be fun… Leon had shed his shirt and pants and had climbed on the bed to retrieve some lube from the nightstand. He looked back at Chris, looking slightly vulnerable. He was chewing his lower lip but managed to repeat his earlier offer. “Even if we’re planning for more than, I would still love to suck that dick of yours. Kind of a fantasy of mine.”
How could he say no to that? But first… Remembering Leon’s words from the entryway, he sternly directed Leon’s next actions (for once, his captain voice came in really handy in the bedroom), “You can suck my dick after I see you. All of you. Now come here, and get on your knees, pretty boy.”
Leon shivered, a twitch detectable in his black boxer briefs. He crawled over to where Chris was standing and climbed off the bed, sliding the offending garment off his hips, kneeling quickly and glancing down to signal his submission.
Chris admired the gorgeous sight before him. Leon’s skin was silky smooth and creamy in color palette. The subtle scars only enhanced the ethereal look of a deceptively fragile looking, yet truly tough survivor. He glanced further down, only mildly surprised at this point that he was aroused rather than turned off by viewing the other man’s genitalia. Leon’s cock was indeed much shorter, maybe 4 or 5 inches. However, it was nice and plump, and the rosy color sported by the erection contrasted beautifully with the pale body. He could glance the full balls, already drawn closer to his body, dangling like the forbidden fruit. He hummed in approval. “You may take off my shorts,” he huskily commanded. Before Leon started moving, he added, “No hands.”
Leon was in bliss. He also liked a challenge. He leaned forward, expertly fishing for the zipper with his teeth. That feat accomplished rather easily, it took him only a few tries before he managed to unbutton the garment with his tongue. Feeling proud, he then managed to slide the shorts down. To his delight, Chris had gone commando, and the impressive stiff member that slapped him in his face as a reward was as intimidating as promised. Yum! He didn’t think he needed to add he was a size queen. He had an inkling the other man had already drawn the necessary conclusion. He started by mouthing the chunky head. Chris was apparently not circumcised, adding an extra layer of excitement for Leon who started to explore around and under the skin, licking the sensitive parts. Chris took a firm hold of his hair, though careful not to be too rough. He just needed something to hold onto as he was moaning and showing his appreciation for the service he was given. Not wanting things to escalate too quickly, Leon had moved on to the shaft, following veins, and pondering how much of the whole thing he could get in his mouth. He decided to pay a quick visit to Chris’s balls before going in deepthroat mode. He caressed each sensitive orb, sucking some of the skin and making his way up the perineum with more licks and soft sucks before returning to his specialty. Leon was proud of his ability to take even the most impressive cock (Chris would qualify here, clearly beating his closest previous competitor by at least an inch; girth not wimpy either) without triggering a gag reflex. It was something he had practiced quite a bit over the years, with enthusiasm. He kind of liked being choked by a big dick. It was nice giving up control to somebody he could trust, and the lack of oxygen and intimacy of the experience was usually enough to bring him near orgasm.
A litany of curses, intermittently punctuated with Leon’s name, fell from Chris’s lips once Leon went to town. Never, ever, had anyone taken his entire length down their throat. He practically whined and whimpered, and he had to tap Leon’s head after a few minutes or it would be over right there and then. Leon, tears in his eyes, and saliva dripping from swollen, red lips looked at him under the long eyelashes. “I can swallow…”
Fuck. He should have asked Leon out a long time ago. Chris shook his head, his legs shaking. He managed to pull himself together enough to choke out, “I want to fuck you. Please.”
Leon rewarded him with a smile that bridged the seemingly impossible gap between innocence and deviousness. “Ok.” He scrambled back on the bed on all fours and looked back at Chris, who was still trying to come back from the precipice, hoping to make this last a little longer. “Do you want me front or back?”
Fuck, fuck, and fuck again. This was turning into the best experience of his life. The options tumbled through his head. That delicious ass, hanging in front of him while he pounded it, or looking at Leon’s eyes while he entered the man? He decided to pay back the amazing lip service he had already received earlier to buy some time to make his decision. He loved eating out women, front and back. Leon’s ass looked like a wonderful target for such debauchery. Before Leon knew what was happening, he felt Redfield’s tongue on his ass, wetting his most intimate area. He wasn’t treated this way often, and it felt amazing. A finger, slicked by precum he had gathered from both their members as lube, slid inside of him, in addition to that wonderful tongue. Soon more fingers followed.
“Uh, ah, Chris, deeper. M-, my prosta – FUCK, yes.”
Chris grinned triumphantly when his fingers found the target, wasting no time rubbing and stroking inside the man to engage the sensitive nerve cluster. Finally he couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed the actual lube, retrieved by Leon from the nightstand at the beginning of their intimacy. While using one hand to continue pleasuring the other man’s hole, Chris lubed his pole up, shaking slightly in anticipation. “I want to see your face Leon,” he withdrew completely, using his strength to flip the man in the position he had decided on. Leon’s eyes were half-closed, he was panting, sweat shining on his skin, bathed in a pink hue from arousal. His dick was wet and hard, clearly not far from its final eruption.
Tender now, Chris brushed his hair aside so he could see as much of Leon as possible. He lined his cock up with the quivering, readied hole. “You ready for me, love?”
Leon managed a nod, lifting his head to not only feel, but see the large man push in. He couldn’t help but spasm, raising his back and pressing his head back in the pillow. So good. So full. So hot. He moaned Chris’s name as if it was the filthiest word he could think of. Chris responded with some marvelous sounds of his own. Once he had pushed all the way in, Leon simply focused on breathing. It felt incredible. He felt incredible. “Love. So good. Fuck me.”
Chris simply replied, “Uh, uh.” Brain broken. Then he started moving in and out, increasing speed and force gradually. Neither man was able to last long, despite their best efforts. Chris painted Leon’s insides, while Leon spurted over his own stomach and chest. No regrets. Somehow Chris managed to pull out and collapse next to the hottest thing on Earth, rather than crushing him. For a few minutes neither moved, and the only sound was their heavy breathing. The sheets were drenched with sweat and body fluids, but neither man cared in the least. Once Chris felt he had some sort of control back over his limbs, he turned to his side to kiss the man beside him. No words necessary, he pulled the slighter framed male against his chest, bear-hugging him. Because one thing was now sure in Chris’s mind. He was never letting this man get away from him again. That’s how they drifted to sleep, both with a sweet smile on their face.