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“Wesker, I’m headin’ out, you coming with?” Chris stood in the doorway and looked in at the captain, a stack of papers still in front of him on his desk. “Leaving, I mean.”
The captain didn’t look up at him when he responded. “I’m afraid I have more work to do, Christopher. I won’t be going home for some time.”
“Wesker, it’s 7PM.”
“Yes, and I respect how late you stayed to get your work done, but–”
Chris came into the room, and placed his hands on the desk. “Any work that needs to get done past 7PM is work that can get done tomorrow.”
“I’m surprised that philosophy has gotten you this far.” Now Wesker did look up at him over his glasses.
Chris rolled his eyes. “I’ll give you twenty minutes. I need to take a shower, anyway. Then, we’re both leaving and you’re going home.”
“It’s not worth it to wait. I won’t be going straight home anyway, I haven’t eaten since noon.”
“Wesker!” Chris walked behind the desk, grabbed the other man’s chair from behind, and pulled it out from the desk. He spun it to face him, and placed his hands firmly on the armrests. They were suddenly very close. “Scratch that. Twenty minutes, and then we’re going to get dinner.”
Wesker sat back in his chair, and looked Chris up and down. The slightest amused smile reached his lips. “Fine. You do need a shower.”
Chris grinned. “Twenty minutes.”
He stood up, and returned to the doorway. Wesker watched him. Before he left, he looked back over his shoulder to the captain, who had already returned to his work. “You could probably use one, too.”
“Now, Chris, is that Midwestern passive-aggression or an invitation?”
Chris didn’t answer, only flashed him a roguish smile and left, closing the door behind him.
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Chris had only been in the shower for a couple minutes when he heard the door open, followed by the sound of Wesker taking off his clothes and pulling the curtain closed in the shower next to his own. He was still in the shower when Chris stepped out and dried himself off. Chris tied the towel around his waist, and went to the mirror to arrange his hair into a passable state.
When he was done, he took a seat on the bench in the locker room and picked up the pile of his clothes. Wesker’s clothes were in a pile beside them, his glasses folded on top. He was just turning his attention back to his own clothes when he heard the water stop from the other shower and the curtain pull back. He ignored the other man entirely, pretended he didn’t notice his nakedness, until he knew he had wrapped the towel around his own waist. He wasn’t certain of this until Wesker came to sit down next to him on the bench.
Chris looked over at him, and almost laughed at the sight of his hair. It was still dripping wet, and seemed to be attempting to part itself, much to Wesker’s chagrin. The captain looked back at him. “Something funny, Redfield?”
“Never seen your hair like that.”
“With that reaction, I’ll be sure you never do again.”
Chris did laugh this time. “Well, you didn’t even bother to dry it off.”
“I didn’t,” he said and turned to face Chris, bending a leg to rest it on the bench, “out of respect for you. I didn’t want to make you sit there averting your eyes for longer than I had to.”
“Oh, you’re too gracious, Wesker.” Chris swung a leg over the bench himself, placing his clothes on the floor, and met Wesker’s gaze.
“It’s true, I am known for my selflessness,” he said with the dry kind of sarcasm he actually was known for.
Chris shook his head. “Too much for your own good. You’re gonna get water everywhere.”
“Oh, there’s other ways to dry your hair. For example–” Before Chris could object, before he was even sure what the other man was about to do, Wesker shook his head violently, flinging water droplets into Chris’ face. Chris flinched, laughed, and waited for Wesker to finish. By the time he had, his hair was in even more of a mess than it had been. It was, however, no longer dripping. Chris smiled and dried his face with his hands, while Wesker attempted to return his hair to some semblance of decency.
“You satisfied?” Chris asked, looking back at the captain, who’d not cracked a smile once throughout the whole banter.
“Yes.”
Wesker pushed his hair back, and met Chris’ gaze. They looked at each other, neither one making any move to dress or dry himself. Chris’ eyes traveled down from Wesker’s eyes to his lips, then to his chest. He felt Wesker’s begin to do the same, and quickly sat back, putting his hands on the bench behind him as if to allow the captain a better look at him.
“Like what you see?”
Wesker made a tsk sound. “An invitation, then.”
“Hm?”
“It was an invitation. A plot.” Wesker brought his leg fully over the bench to match Chris’ sitting position. “To get me here.”
“Well, ‘plot’ is such a…nefarious word. I made a suggestion, which you followed.” He sat forward again.
“And for what purpose did you make this suggestion?” Wesker leaned in.
“Maybe I just like to see you shirtless.”
“Is that all?”
“Well…” Chris leaned in too, closing much of the distance between them, so their faces were only inches away from each other then. “Maybe I have some unspoken, and perhaps unrequited, feelings for my captain, but I don’t know how to act on them.”
“Really?” Wesker reached out and placed a hand on Chris’ arm. “What makes you think they’re unrequited?”
Truthfully, Chris didn’t think he’d get this far, and had no answer to that question. Wesker seemed to understand that he didn’t know what to say, and had just opened his mouth to speak before Chris cut him off. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” Wesker didn’t hesitate. So, neither did Chris, who closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to his captain’s. Wesker brought his other hand to Chris’ head, running his fingers through his hair as he continued to kiss him. Chris touched Wesker’s thigh, and slid closer to him, until their knees touched.
Wesker pulled him closer, spreading his legs to allow it, and kissed him deeper. Chris opened his mouth, and let Wesker slide his tongue into it, tasting him. His hand went up the man’s thigh and to his hip, to touch where the towel ended and his skin began. He traced that line with a finger, stopping when he reached Wesker’s stomach. He didn’t know what his intentions were, but he knew there was a wet between his legs that wasn’t from the shower.
The other man pulled back gently from the kiss. “Do you want to–?”
“Yes.” Chris didn’t wait for him to finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. Whatever it was that Wesker was going to suggest, the answer was yes.
The captain reached behind him to toss his own clothes onto the floor, and leaned back on the bench, pulling Chris forward until he was practically on top of him. Chris reached down, and slowly unwrapped the towel around Wesker’s waist. He paused, giving himself a moment to look the man over.
He was older than Chris, significantly, but his body was incredible. All lean muscle, and seeing, for the first time, all of him laid out in front of Chris reminded him of how badly he had desired his captain for so long. He couldn’t count on both hands how many times he had lain in bed at night wondering what the man looked like under his uniform. He was not disappointed.
Wesker put both hands on Chris’ torso, one of them running along his waist. Chris didn’t make him ask, before unwrapping his own towel and letting it fall back. He moved up to straddle Wesker’s hips, and bent down to kiss him again. When he did, he brought one of his hands down and between Wesker’s legs to touch his cock. He wasn’t hard yet, but he was on his way.
Chris wrapped his fingers around his cock, and began to stroke him slowly. Wesker sighed against his lips in pleasure, and he tilted his head back. “Oh, Chris…”
He kept stroking him, and jerking him off, until he was hard. Chris could feel the heat from his cock in his hand and between his thighs, and it made him wet to feel it. He slid his body up again, to position himself at Wesker’s hips, and he rubbed his cunt against Wesker’s hard cock. The other man moaned under him.
Wesker ran a hand down Chris’ thigh, and then let it slip in between the man’s legs to touch his wet cunt with it. He stroked Chris, spread his lips with his fingers, rubbed his thumb against his clit, and it was Chris this time who moaned. He kept stroking him, and Chris only became wetter, until with an incredible ease, Wesker slid a finger inside of Chris. Chris’ breath caught as he did, but then he let it out in a shuddering sigh.
Wesker slid his finger into him as deep as it would go, and stroked the inside of him. He put another finger inside Chris, then, and used both of them to stretch the opening. He kept fingering him, until Chris leaned down, rest his forehead on Wesker’s, and said, “Fuck me, Wesker.”
“I don’t have anything to–
“Raw, captain. Fuck me raw.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my goddamn life. Fuck me raw, and don’t make me beg.”
Wesker raised an eyebrow, but didn’t remark on Chris’ tone. Chris hoped there was a part of him that liked it. “Alright, then.”
Wesker slid his fingers out of Chris’ cunt, and took his own cock in his hand. He rubbed the tip of it against Chris, wetting it, and then slowly pushed it inside of him. His cock was—as Chris would’ve hoped—bigger than his fingers, and Chris felt his cunt stretch to fit it inside of him. He gripped Wesker’s sides as the captain thrust his hips up to go deeper inside of him. Chris gave a low moan, and rolled his own hips to better allow Wesker’s cock into him. He rode his cock, and Wesker’s breathing became heavier and heavier as he fucked him.
Chris kept riding him, sitting up straight and letting his head fall back as the new angle allowed Wesker to fuck into him even better. He placed a hand on the man’s chest, and, closing his eyes, could feel nothing except for the captain’s chest heaving with every breath and his cock thrusting into him. He felt Wesker’s hands tighten around his waist, and his voice brought Chris back into the moment. “Chris, I’m going to–”
“Do it.”
“Shouldn’t I,” he paused to take a deep breath, “pull out?”
Chris leaned forward, placing both hands on Wesker’s chest, and looked him in the eye. “Do you want to?”
“No,” he sighed.
“Then don’t you dare.” Wesker didn’t argue, and thrust into him again, the hardest he had thus far. He did a second time, and on the third thrust, Chris felt the man’s muscles tense underneath him and a low moan escaped Wesker as he came. That moan alone would’ve been enough, but the ragged breath out of his throat that followed it only served to further push Chris over the edge into his own orgasm. He came riding Wesker’s cock.
When he had finished, Chris barely had the strength to push himself off of the captain to sit back on the bench. He could feel the towel becoming wet again beneath him, this time with the cum dripping out of his fucked cunt. Wesker lay still, attempting to slow his own breathing enough to catch it. Upon doing so, he spoke. “Why couldn’t you have made your move earlier? Now I have to shower again.”
“Well, maybe I can join you this time,” Chris said with a tired half-smile.
Wesker smirked. “This another of your troublesome suggestions?”
“Me? Troublesome?” He leaned forward, putting his hands on Wesker’s thighs. “I have no idea what you mean.”
The older man just shook his head, finally sitting up on the bench.
“Still hungry, captain?”
Wesker looked into his eyes. “Starving.”