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Chris wasn't sure how it had started between them; one day, he was introducing himself to the new rookie, and before he knew it, they were stealing soft kisses in the shadows of the RPD, and he no longer was waking up to an empty side of the bed.
Chris probably should have stopped it before it had even started – Leon was just a kid, gullible and naïve – but he hadn't, and zombies would sooner start roaming the streets before he ended it now.
"You talk too much," Chris growled. He reached down to his lap, fingering the growing bulge in his jeans. "Anyone ever tell you that?"
Leon flashed a charming smile that made Chris' cock twitch. "All the time. You gonna shut me up?"
"Well, I mean…" Chris dragged his fingers up to the latch of his belt, "…no one's going to be joining us for a few hours, and I have thought about fucking you against my desk."
Leon feigned innocence. "Really? What a coincidence; I've been wanting to put your desk to good use."
Chris raised his eyebrow. "You really don't stop talking, do you?"
Leon laughed. He got down on his knees and rested his hands on Chris's thigh. "We could fix that if you'd hurry and get your clothes out of the way."
Little slut, Chris thought to himself as he hastily did away with his belt and pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to free himself. He'd wanted to call him that; make it clear just how much of a little whore he was for Chris's cock, but he never did; he'd never been sure Leon would be into it.
But with just how depraved the brat could be, it would probably just make Leon come in his boxers if Chris were to call him a slut.
Leon crawled under the desk and pushed Chris's legs apart. "It's nice under here. Got a marvellous view and everything."
Chris grasped the base of his cock and moved it towards Leon. "Just shut the hell up already."
"You'd want me to shut up, wouldn't you? I could – Mmf!" Surprise took Leon as Chris grabbed the back of his head and forced his cock past his pretty lips.
Leon didn't fight; he immediately relaxed and lowered himself, swallowing so deeply, his nose buried in Chris's pubic hair. He hummed contently, and Chris once again could only think about what a slut he was.
"God, Kennedy, your fucking mouth." Chris spread himself wider. He held the back of Leon's head, feeling him bob back and forth without hesitation; had he even taken a breath? Who fucking knew; Chris had been thinking as of late that sucking cock was his oxygen considering how often he shoved Chris's dick down his throat.
Chris chuckled when he heard Leon try to say something that was far too muffled to have any idea what he was on about. It probably wasn't important; Chris learned Leon seemed to speak just for the sake of hearing himself talk.
Chris grabbed a handful of Leon's hair to keep him place. He rocked his hips back and forth, slamming into Leon's throat with powerful thrusts that would have had Leon screaming and writhing if they were in his bed. "Fuck… Fuck, Kennedy, you like this, huh?"
Leon hummed. Chris thought he could see him reaching down to palm himself through his pants.
"Your boxers wet with precum again already, Kennedy?" Chris reached another hand beneath the desk. "Come here. Let me feel you."
Leon shifted himself, arching his hips forward just enough for Chris's fingertips to dip beneath the hem of his pants and touch his boxers. Just as he'd suspected, they were damp, and Chris pondered if he'd been in the bathroom before coming here, jerking himself off.
It wouldn't be the first time, and Chris was certain it wouldn't be the last.
"God, Kennedy, you're a slut." Chris couldn't stop himself from saying it out loud.
Leon moaned. His hips started rocking, humping Chris's hand. Chris pulled it away and replaced it with his leg, letting Leon hump it to his heart's content.
Chris moved his other hand from the back of Leon's head to rest on top. He stroked his hair, rubbing the tips of his fingers into his scalp and massaging.
"Whore. My whore. My little slut," Chris whispered. He choked on a groan, which, in hindsight, was probably a good thing, because he quickly started at the office door opening, and familiar footfalls drew his attention.
Chris really hoped the flush he could feel on his cheeks wasn't as obvious as he was certain it was.
"Good morning, Chris." Wesker's cool voice didn't sound suspicious, but it was hard to tell what exactly he was thinking with his shades hiding his eyes.
Chris cleared his throat. "Morning. You're here early."
"Yes, I have some paperwork to finish." Wesker stood by the door. "Are you sick?"
"Oh." It took Chris everything he had not to choke on a gasp when he felt Leon swallow him whole again, seemingly uncaring about being discovered.
That slut.
Chris regained control before he murmured, "My sister was visiting. We had a bit too much to drink."
"I see." Wesker didn't give any sign he was suspicious. "Drink wisely before your shift next time."
"Of course, sir." Chris watched Wesker step into his office. He looked down at Leon, giving him a warning look, but he should have realised the goddamn whore wouldn't stop; instead, he batted his eyelashes and gave Chris the most flirtatious look he'd ever seen on his face.
"Leon…" Chris really hoped Wesker wouldn't hear him. "Stop it. He'll catch us."
Leon dragged his lips up Chris's cock, slowing as he got to the head, and pulled away with a soft pop. His puffy lips formed a smile. "What if I want him to?"
"Slut," Chris growled again. "Stop."
"Make me." And with that, Leon engulfed him again, sucking like his life depended on it. He'd pushed his pants down to his knees in the time Chris had been talking to Wesker, and Chris could see the wet patch on the front of his boxers – hell, he could feel it as he humped away like a goddamn horny teenager.
"Fuck you, Kennedy," Chris snarled.
Leon pulled off again to smirk. "Maybe later."
Fuck it. Chris grabbed Leon by the back of his head again and forced him back on his length, thrusting as hard and as fast as he could without making it obvious to Wesker.
Leon groaned. His humping increased in pace, and so did his breathing, until Chris was hearing his familiar gasps as his orgasm took over. Chris growled again when he felt the wet patch against his leg grow, the material saturated now.
Chris forced Leon's nose back into his pubic hair, holding him in place as he came in violent spurts down his throat. Leon swallowed every drop, his tongue lapping furiously when Chris pulled out to make sure he had missed none.
Chris side-eyed Wesker's office again, hoping his heaving chest wasn't visible. But Wesker seemed too distracted by his paperwork to have noticed anything, and Chris wondered if maybe there was a God.
He looked back down at Leon, licking his lips like a cat that had just had its fill of the milk. "You're not going to be able to leave until Wesker goes. You know that right?"
Leon smiled, his pretty, pretty smile. "I wasn't planning on it anyway."
"What? You –"
"- You're warm, Chris." Leon yawned. He rested his head on Chris' thigh and gave a content smile. "I like sleeping with you. In both manners of speech."
"You can't sleep here; someone will –"
"- Goodnight, Chris." And just like the little shit he was, Leon closed his eyes, wrapping himself tight around Chris's leg and preparing himself for a nap.
Chris couldn't help but smile at him. He chuckled. He brushed hair out of Leon's sweaty face, not sure if he were still awake or had passed straight out. Even so, he murmured, "You'd better hope Marvin doesn't come looking for you, you little shit. …G'night."
Though Chris knew it was the worst place possible for Leon to be napping, he couldn't help but be soothed by his soft snores. Hell, if someone happened to catch them, he'd just make Leon spill the beans; the brat sure did like to talk, after all.