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Change. Something new. Leon never really was good with it. But he was trying!!
Raccoon City was that. Change. A fresh start, a new identity. No one knew him. Nobody giving him so much as a second glance. And that was what led him to where he was, a gay bar.
It was pretty off the radar, and was a hassle to find. Even once located, it still took several days to pluck up the courage to enter. Often hovering around outside, getting some strange looks from passers by. The door was down an alleyway, easy to miss, and Leon was all too well acquainted with that door.
Though he had finally done it. Heart palpitating as he stepped inside, adrenaline rushing through his system. Part of him was anxious about work finding out, he didn’t exactly want the force knowing about his attraction to men. Or anyone really. It had been a well kept secret for the twenty one years he had been alive, and he didn’t intend on spilling it.
Leon settled at a table, away from the entrance, near the back. Looking around, it really was just like a regular bar for the most part, people sitting having a drink, chatting, laughter… flirting. The easy atmosphere of it all relaxed him a little. Like suddenly he didn’t have to hide.
The lighting was dim, difficult to make out faces. Not that Leon really had the courage to go up and talk to anyone. Not sober anyway. Actually getting through the door was enough excitement for one night. Leon just planned to sit, have a drink, see what the place was about. If he came back in future then maybe he’d make a point of talking to someone.
He sat nursing a glass of whiskey. It was the first drink that came to mind when he ordered, thoughts on autopilot. Though he didn’t mind too much, it was nice enough.
Each time someone passed though Leon found himself growing tense. Was it someone he knew? He kept reminding himself that everyone was there for the same reason, them being there was just as incriminating.
Not that he knew many people in Raccoon City. His social circle hadn’t really expanded much outside the police department. He had been there a couple of months by this point. And sure yeah they were nice, he got on with everyone well, but he was still the new guy.
He took another sip of his drink. It helped him relax, just a little bit. He had to get out of his head. It was meant to be a nice night! No work tomorrow, he could have a few drinks, go home, have a lie in. Worrying should have been the least of his concerns.
Eventually the whiskey dwindled, and Leon needed another. It wasn’t up for debate, he needed something to keep the anxiety at bay, something to keep his hands occupied. Without another drink he’d just be sat there swimming in a pool of his own turmoil. And that wasn’t healthy.
The bar wasn’t too busy, it was a good moment to go up and order. The bartender had been nice when serving him before, perhaps sensing it was Leon’s first time.
But whatever, he went up to order. It was okay. nothing to worry about. Not a care in the world.
“Could I get another?” He placed the empty glass on the counter.
“Sure thing.” The guy turned around, moving towards the optics.
Behind the bar was a display of all sorts of bottles. All colourful and in no specific order. Were they just for show? Leon couldn’t help but wonder. It was beautiful anyway, he liked the rustic feeling it brought.
His drink was made, and Leon paid. See, not scary.
Leon turned to return to his place, ready to drink some more and continue people watching. Though, upon spinning around he almost walked straight into another eager customer awaiting service.
“Shit sorry-”
“God, didn’t see you there-”
The pair spoke in unison. At least Leon hadn’t tipped his drink over the guy, that was a silver lining. Kinda.
Though upon standing back, Leon got a better look at the features of the other man. And together they both unanimously reached the same conclusion.
Fuck, it was Chris. Chris Goddamn Redfield. From work.
His first instinct was to panic. Running away to a different city and changing his name wasn’t out of the question. Not entirely. Once reality set in however, maybe he could pretend not to recognise him? Or even better maybe he was new enough that Chris had no clue who he was.
“Leon, right?” Despite Chris keeping his cool, there was a small hitch in his voice towards the end. Perhaps he was in the same boat.
“Y-yeah.” It was okay, once he ran away and changed his name it would no longer matter.
A small awkward silence.
“Well, it’s nice seeing a friendly face.” Chris smiled at him before moving on to order his drink.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Leon scurried back to his table, not quite having made sense of what was going on.
He could leave. There was no shame in that. He could leave and never come back. Avoid Chris at work like the plague. Though that would be easy, they were in different departments after all. Really he had only seen the guy in passing, not having said more than a couple of words to him if that. So how did Chris know who he was?
The alcohol no longer eased his nerves, by this point Leon didn’t think anything could. Chris knew. He knew why Leon was there. He could always play it off that he was just there out of curiosity, noticed it in passing and popped in, having no idea it was a gay bar. But even Leon knew no one would fall for that. For starters everyone had to go out of their way to find it. Leon didn’t typically make a habit of hanging out in dark alleyways in his downtime.
Fuck.
Though there was some reassurance. Chris was there too. Really he was just as guilty as Leon. He couldn’t exactly tell people he had seen him, not without outing himself anyway. Shit, would he tell people? No. No, Chris wouldn’t do that.
Honestly Leon had no idea. Not that he typically tried to figure out who was gay. But Chris was a member of S.T.A.R.S. - probably one of the most respected positions within the RPD. To be fair he probably had a lot more to lose than what Leon had if found out. That provided some security at least.
Leon took a large swig of his drink.
Subconsciously he found himself scanning the room. Not for Chris. Just looking. Though if he happened to see Chris, see who he was with… he wouldn’t have minded. Was he also there alone? Or maybe he was with someone? Perhaps he had a boyfriend? That last question caused something to spike within Leon, not quite understanding what. Did it matter if Chris had a boyfriend? He barely knew the man. And it wasn’t like he was going to give Leon any second looks. Still though, Leon didn’t like that thought.
Eventually Chris was spotted, in a booth on the far side of the room. He was with someone and for a second Leon felt that feeling intensify. But it was a woman. He was out with a woman. And Leon sank back into the chair just a little bit.
Who was it though? It was hard to tell from the back. Only when she turned a little did Leon get a proper look.
Maybe the world should have just swallowed him whole. It was Jill Valentine. Great. Another person who Leon knew. Or at least worked in the same vicinity. Knew was a strong word.
They seemed happy though, laughing together and drinking contently. Being out like that with friends would be nice, Leon couldn’t help but think. Not having to hide. One day Leon hoped that could be him.
The night went on, and Leon still couldn’t help himself looking to Chris, noting each time he went to the bar. Every half hour Leon told himself he’d go home soon, this was his last drink and that was it. But he had just been so captivated by Chris, compelled to stay and observe.
He wondered if what they said was true, that Chris was ex military, that he had been kicked out for insubordination?
On yet another sworn final trip to the bar, Leon glanced again, this time catching the man’s eye. Fuck, getting caught staring was embarrassing. Last thing Leon needed was to look like a creep. He turned his head, gaze darting down to the countertop, though he couldn’t help glancing back through the corner of his eye, and Chris was smiling at him. The endearing kind. A smile which indicated he knew Leon was shy, probably a little nervous, but it was okay.
Sitting back down, Leon couldn’t help the smile of his own that tugged at his lips. Not often did he feel giddy, and who knew, it could very well have been the alcohol talking. But when he saw Jill up and leave, there was an undeniable sinking feeling in his gut. Had Chris gone too? He hadn’t been watching, trying to limit himself and get a grip. There was no way of knowing how often Chris frequented the bar, or if he had even been before, yet alone if he’d be back. Sure, they worked in the same building, but they rarely interacted.
But he had to get a hold of himself. Originally when he arrived, it hadn’t been for Chris, or anyone, so what did it matter what the guy did in his own time? Leon shouldn’t be one to care. It had been a surprise to learn that the guy even knew of his existence.
Taking another drink, he found himself swallowing quickly as he was approached.
“Mind if I join?”
It was Chris. Stood there, half empty drink in hand.
“Uh- no, go ahead.” Gesturing to the empty seat opposite.
Guess he didn’t leave after all.
“Thanks.” And he set his glass down on the table before sitting.
Leon could only watch, feeling a little starstruck. Was this real? Chris wanted to spend time with him?
“No problem.” And he could only hope the nerves in his voice were contained.
“My friend just left, but didn’t want to leave without finishing this first.” Halfheartedly raising the drink. It looked to be something similar to what Leon had.
“That was Jill Valentine right?” Blurting it out before he could stop.
Hearing Chris chuckle only added to the butterflies. “Yeah it was.” He took a sip.
All Leon had to do was keep it cool, not say anything weird.
“So is she like your girlfriend then?” Way to go.
Chris just about choked on his drink, hand flying up to cover his mouth. Leon knew for a fact his face was heating up. Why had he said that? God he probably sounded like a complete idiot.
“We are in a gay bar.” He said, trying not to laugh.
Right. Yeah. Yeah they were.
His cheeks only burned harder, not needing a mirror to know how red he had probably turned. This was going well.
“Don’t worry,” Chris then spoke, reading Leon’s expression. “I get it a lot.” At least that was reassuring. Then a small pause. “Just not usually in this kinda setting.”
“Sorry.” It was the only thing he could think to say.
“Hey, don’t apologise, it’s okay.”
Leon was blaming his stupidity on the alcohol, that was for definite.
“Anyway,” Chris was changing the topic, what a relief. “Come here often?”
“No- not really.” Clearing his throat. “First time actually.” Sentence growing quieter towards the end, like he had just revealed a secret.
“First time huh?” That seemingly entertained the guy enough. “What a brave boy.”
And Leon’s face darkened, but this time not with embarrassment.
“Well, I’m a cop, so being brave is part of the job description.” Trying to lean into it.
“Making old Raccoon City a safer place then, huh?” Now he had leant back further in the chair, one arm sprawled over the back. Leon had to do everything in his alcohol infested power not to stare at his chest. How it strained against the tight fabric of his top. Eyes up.
“Sure thing.” If he at least pretended to sound confident, then maybe it could become a reality.
“They got you doing anything good?”
Leon then sighed, propping his elbows up on the table. “No,” Sounding a bit deflated. “Mostly just paper work… and the coffee run.”
The grin which broke across the other man’s face was beautiful. “Well, that sure sounds like the RPD.” Another small silence. “Don’t worry I’m sure they’ll get you doing something interesting in no time.”
“Hopefully.” Leon’s thumb traced the edge of his glass. Then he decided it was his turn to ask Chris about himself. “You’re S.T.A.R.S. right?” He looked up catching the man’s eye. “I’ve heard all about you guys. Sounds exciting.”
Chris was still grinning, apparently wider now.
“Sure am,” Then he moved, matching Leon’s pose with his elbows on the table. “Though don’t hype it up too much, it’s mostly paperwork.”
“Wish I could be in S.T.A.R.S. one day.” Said rather offhandedly.
“Who knows,” Chris then placed his glass near Leon’s, hand ever so lightly grazing his in the process. “If you stick at it, anything is possible. You’ll need to start enjoying the office side of things though.”
Right then in that moment Leon was too dazed to respond. What was he even meant to say to that? He already sounded like some weird super fan of the work they did. To be honest he was shocked the guy hadn’t ran for the hills already, Leon certainly wouldn’t have blamed him. But that didn’t happen.
Chris looked to the glasses, both empty.
“Can I get you another?” Pointing to Leon’s.
“Oh- uh, yeah, sure.” Then he remembered what Chris had said before about finishing his drink then leaving. “Only if I’m not keeping you though.”
“Don’t worry about that.” Quickly he picked up Leon’s glass and walked to the bar.
It gave a moment for Leon to gather his thoughts, running a hand through his bangs, before dragging it slowly down his face. There was no questioning that he was drunk, ears feeling warm, vision a little unfocused, and it wasn’t like he’d have the courage to talk to someone like Chris if he wasn’t. As long as he said nothing he’d regret, he would be fine.
Soon enough Chris returned with drinks in hand.
“There y’go rookie.” And Leon couldn’t help but smile at the nickname. Sure, it was what he was called back at the RPD, but it felt different coming from Chris’ mouth.
“Thanks.”
Chris sat back down.
“So, working tomorrow?” Striking up conversation again.
“Nah, day off.” Leon replied.
“Probably for the best, don’t wanna be going in with a sore head.”
“Yeah,” Letting out a small laugh. “What about you? You working tomorrow?”
“No thank Christ,” Part of him looked genuinely relieved. “Think Wesker would have my ass if I turned up hungover.”
He had only heard of Wesker, but he was partially thankful he didn’t work for him directly. From what he had heard in passing the guy didn’t take any bullshit.
“Probably for the best.”
“You can say that again.” This time the sip taken was bigger than the last.
“Do you come out here a lot then?” Realising he hadn’t asked the question back.
“Sometimes, go through phases. Really depends if Jill wants to, don’t like going out by myself.”
That made sense, he had come to sit with Leon after all.
“It seems like a nice place.”
“Yeah, it’s alright. Nice seeing another familiar face though.”
Did Chris know the game he was playing? At this rate Leon felt as if he would shrink.
“Yeah, it was nice seeing someone I recognise,” Leon leaving out the part where he freaked out. “Took me a second to place you though.” Had it really? He had essentially recognised the guy straight off the bat. “Surprised you even knew who I was.” Sober Leon was going to be embarrassed of this conversation in the morning.
“Well, I never forget a face.” How could Chris continue to sound so suave? And Leon’s cheeks only reddened.
“Well uh… sorry for almost spilling my drink on you.” It was all he could think to say.
The man found that funny. “Don’t worry about it, wouldn’t be here otherwise would we?”
Desperately Leon wanted to hide his face in his hands, burrow into the floor and never leave.
“Plus,” Chris spoke again. “Saw you looking across the room.” Sober Leon was going to die, if drunk him didn’t get there first. A grin had broke across Chris’ face, enjoying Leon’s reaction a little too much. “Don’t worry, it was sweet.”
Leon had no idea how far the blush had spread but it had surpassed his cheeks that was for sure.
“Think I’ve had enough to drink.” Way to go, an awkward change of subject.
“Yeah?” And Chris watched his hand as Leon placed the glass on the table.
“Yeah, probably gonna feel like shit in the morning.”
“Live far from here?”
It was evident his brain was scrambling to remember. That wasn’t a good sign.
“Yeah… kinda,” It had been a bit of a trek, but telling a taxi driver he was going to a gay bar wasn’t something he had been dying to do. “S’alright though, I can walk back. Nothing I can’t handle.”
“You’re not walking back at this time.” Now Chris sounded serious.
“Says who?” Getting a little too big for his boots.
Once again Chris leant across the table, back into Leon’s personal space.
“Me.” And what the hell was Leon meant to say? “You can crash at mine if you like, only live two minutes up the road.” Leon still looked a bit unsure. “I have been told I have a very comfortable couch, Jill can vouch for it.”
It wasn’t like he was going back with a stranger, he knew Chris right? Practically colleagues… at a stretch.
“Y-yeah, alright.” Smooth.
Right then Leon could have sworn Chris was smiling with his eyes.
At the start of the night Leon had come to the bar to get a feel for the place, telling himself he’d be at home and in bed by this point. Now, there he was agreeing to go back to Chris’. Though he was unsure what Chris meant. He wasn’t an idiot, knowing what that typically implied - agreeing to go home with someone. But Chris’ proposition, his concern, it felt genuine. Really, the guy didn’t want him walking through the city drunk and alone at night.
“Great,” Chris took another big drink, leaving only a slither of alcohol in his glass. “Don’t think I go making a habit of this though,” He joked. “Usually most people have to wait a couple of dates.”
By this point Leon’s face might as well have been permanently red. Was this a date? Was that the implication? Was Chris Redfield actually interested in him?
“I’m only kidding,” Chris’ tone evening out. “I’ll set up the couch for you, get you a glass of water as well if you play your cards right.”
“Thanks.” Punctuating it with an awkward chuckle.
Once Chris was ready, they stood up to leave. And that was when Leon really felt it, almost tripping over his own feet as he walked for the exit.
“Hey, gotta watch yourself rookie.” A hand collided with his shoulder, steadying his posture.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine.” His vision was definitely fuzzier than it should have been.
“The second we get back to mine, you’re sleeping this off.”
Sleep sounded very nice.
“C’mon, follow me.” And with that he followed Chris out.
Leon didn’t know quite when it happened but Chris’ arm ended up around him, ensuring he remained on his feet. He may have been drunk, but Leon made a mental note to remember how warm the man was, and perhaps Leon pressed into his side just a little more than what he had to.
A couple of times though Leon stumbled, so it had probably been for the best.
“The next turning and we will be at mine.”
And Leon just hummed.
The walk there was genuinely a blur in his mind, he should not have drank so much.
“If you fall down these stairs I’m not being held responsible.” Chris told him as they approached his front door.
Next thing he knew he was plonked onto cushions.
“Well, got you here in one piece anyway, that’s something.”
“Thank you.” Leon mumbled, already nestling down.
“Now wait a second.” And Chris was off somewhere, Leon didn’t know where exactly, but the room he was in was nice. Chris definitely got paid more than him, that was evident.
He got up to look at some of the things on the wall, hand steadying himself against the radiator. There was a framed picture of him and a girl. It had already been established it wasn’t a girlfriend, and it wasn’t Jill. The closer he looked, it appeared they had similar features. Or from what he could make out anyway. His eyes weren’t in the best condition right then. Sister though? Maybe?
“Here you go.” Chris was back in the room, arm extended and holding a glass of water.
“Oh, thank you.” And Leon took it, sitting back on the couch.
“Admiring my pictures?”
It took a second for his brain to catch up.
“Huh, oh right, yeah.” Taking a sip, it was nice. Not enough to deter the impending hangover though. “That your sister?”
“Yeah,” And Chris looked to the wall. “It’s me and Claire, taken just before she went to college.”
“Knew she was your sister.” Maybe he should have become a detective. “She’s almost as pretty as you.” It was half mumbled, though Chris heard, a surprised noise catching in the back of his throat.
“Thank you.” He chuckled.
“Uh- sorry I didn’t mean-” Sober Leon was going to kill him, it was confirmed.
“No, no, it’s okay.” There was a reddish tint to Chris’ cheeks.
Leon decided to avoid eye contact. God what was he doing? Why had he said that, he should have just shut up.
“I’ll leave you some painkillers, for the morning.”
Leon lay down on the couch. He meant to thank Chris again, or maybe even ask why he was being so nice, going out of his way like this for someone he barely knew. There was no reason for him to be so kind. All those questions and more were on his mind when he abruptly drifted off, fast asleep by the time Chris came back.
Leon’s brain hadn’t quite kicked in when he awoke. Where the hell was he? As his eyes adjusted, it only raised more questions. This definitely wasn’t his apartment that was for sure. It was only when he sat up, clutching his head in his hands did Leon see the piece of paper on the table, next to what looked to be tablets and a half drank glass of water. His fingers fumbled with the note.
For the hangover :)
-C
Oh god, he was at Chris Redfield’s, it all came back. The specifics were a bit hazy, but he remembered enough to piece together his night. Shit.
Well, the painkillers were more than appealing, it felt like his brain was sloshing about in his skull, mouth bone dry and if he made one wrong move his stomach would threaten him with vomit. So he took them.
And now what?
A blanket had been thrown over him at some point, probably an attempt to make him comfortable. That was sweet. A smile crept it’s way onto Leon’s face.
Last thing he wanted to do was be caught snooping, he had no idea where Chris was, but it was impolite to wander through someone else’s home. Instead he folded the blanket and placed it on the arm rest.
He wondered whether it would be rude to leave, it probably would be. Plus he wanted to thank Chris. Leon was just lucky it was his day off, if he wasted the day waiting for the man to come back then at least there were no repercussions.
Suddenly there was the slam of the front door, then footsteps. Either a very polite burglar or Chris.
The man emerged in the doorway, holding a bag of groceries in one hand.
“Glad to see you’re not dead.” And he then walked into another room, which was presumably the kitchen. Leon hauled himself up and followed. Fuck he felt so much worse now he was walking.
“Feel like it.” His voice a little rough.
“Get a good nights sleep?” Chris was putting his shopping away.
“One way of phrasing it.” The thrumming in his head didn’t stop.
“Sorry I left you, had to get some stuff for breakfast.” Gesturing to the food on the counter.
“No, it’s no problem.” Leon’s hand ran through his hair, it felt a bit gross. “Thank you by the way, for letting me stay.”
“It’s no issue, wasn’t gonna let you walk home in that state.”
Chris opened a cupboard and pulled out a pan.
“Well, uh- I’ll let you get to it then, don’t want to keep you waiting for breakfast and all.”
“Not gonna stay?”
Leon hadn’t anticipated that. Chris wanted him to stay for breakfast?
“Oh, I couldn’t impose, I’m-”
“Relax, you’re not imposing.” Chris added some oil to the pan, swirling it around before throwing in bacon. “Got more than enough for two.”
He looked to everything on the counter, had Chris gone out of his way just for him?
“Only if you insist, I-”
“I insist. Now take a seat.”
Hesitantly sitting at the table, he watched as Chris cooked them both breakfast. Bacon and eggs, something Leon wasn’t opposed to. His stomach growling in anticipation.
It wasn’t long before it was ready, making small talk as Chris tried his hardest not to burn everything.
“There you go rookie,” And a plate was placed down before him. “Hope it’s edible,” He then took the seat opposite. “My sister always says my cooking is garbage, but I think she’s just jealous.”
Leon was chewing a mouthful of food, it was good. Could have been the hangover talking, but it was definitely edible, no complaints anyway. “Jealous of what?” Leon couldn’t help but ask.
A look fell across Chris’ face, like Leon had just fallen into some kind of trap - taken the bait.
“Well I am the pretty one after all.”
It took a second to hit, the cogs in Leon’s brain turning slow, making sense of what was said. Sure Chris was pretty but why - oh fuck, it was what he had said to Chris last night. He had called Chris pretty. Oh he wanted to die.
He coughed as his food went down, face flushing, hands running over it.
“Fuck.” The word came out small as Leon prayed he’d evaporate.
However judging by Chris’ expression he found it comical.
“Relax rookie, it was sweet.”
Sweet. Chris thought it was sweet? It only made him blush harder.
“You’re off today right?” Chris then changed topic after having had his fun.
“Yeah, yeah it’s my day off.” Though he still hadn’t recovered from the embarrassment.
“Well that’s good at least, didn’t know if I should have woken you up this morning or not,” He took a mouthful of food, swallowing it before resuming his sentence. “Was gonna, but you looked too peaceful, didn’t want to disturb you.”
“T-thanks.” Butterflies fluttered around Leon’s stomach.
They then continued to eat until both plates were cleared. Leon kept up conversation but internally he was screaming, trying to process everything that had been said. Make sense if Chris was flirting or if that was just his personality. Leon was an idiot.
“Your breakfast was good.” Leon handed the man his plate with his knife and fork balanced delicately upon it.
“I’ll make sure to tell Claire.” And he turned to put them by the sink. “You can shower if you’d like, it’s just down the hall there.”
“Oh thanks, I uh, don’t have any clean clothes though.” The words felt stupid as they came out.
“Well, if you don’t want to wear what you’ve got I can lend you something,” He then turned around to face Leon, leaning back on the counter on an elbow. God, he was handsome. Leon couldn’t stop the thought. Almost not registering the guy was still talking. “Might be a bit big on you,” Eyes dragged over Leon, and there was a small pause. “Only if you want though, no pressure.”
“No, no that’s okay. That would be good.” First he falls asleep on Chris’ couch, and the next thing he’s agreeing to wearing the man’s clothes. He was in too deep.
Chris got up and found stuff for Leon as he just stood there waiting. It was weird how things like this could pan out unexpectedly. Two days ago Leon was sure Chris had no idea who he was, and now he was in the guy’s flat.
But fuck he had embarrassed himself the night before, why’d he have to go and say Chris was pretty? Sure, the guy had taken him back to his, though nothing had happened, Leon didn’t think Chris had those intentions. He was just helpful, would probably have felt guilty if Leon fell into a ditch on his way home and never returned.
“Here ya go,” Giving Leon the pile of things. “Shower is easy enough to use.”
“Thanks… you’ve been kind.” It was a bit awkward, how much Leon found himself thanking Chris.
“Just a helping hand.” Chris smiled back.
And with that, Leon went for a shower.
Turned out Chris had been right, it was simple enough to use. No longer feeling greasy was nice, freshening up helped with the hangover a bit as well.
Clambering out, Leon put on the clothes, and they were too big, just as predicted. But he didn’t care. Chris was more muscular, and that definitely wasn’t something Leon found himself staring at.
All he did was towel dry his hair, wiping the condensation from the mirror to comb his parting back into place. This was fine. He had no idea what he was going to do next, in general he had no plans for the day. Would Chris want to do something? Not that Leon had the courage to ask, knowing the words would only fumble out of him, and almost definitely sound wrong in the process.
He came out, and Chris was sat in the living room.
“Feeling better now?”
“Yeah, I am thanks.”
“Showering always makes me feel better after a late night.” He then scooted up further, making room for Leon. An offer he accepted.
Despite now being sober, the attraction was still there, and Leon started to hate himself for it. This was obviously just a guy being nice.
“We could watch something if you want? Got some movies,” Leon turned, giving him an almost vacant look. “No pressure though, if you have stuff you need to be doing then-”
“No,” Leon interjected just a little too fast. “No, it’s okay. I’m happy to watch something.” He drew in a breath. “Not got anything planned today anyway.”
In general Leon liked watching movies, having a small collection of his own back at his place. But watching something with Chris? None of it felt real.
“Movie it is then.” And Chris got up to look at the variety. There were a selection of VHS tapes on a shelf. “What d’you want to watch?” Chris not looking away.
“Uh, I don’t mind really. Happy to watch anything,” Why was he always so awkward. “I like all movies.” Especially given the circumstances.
“Something scary?” Chris looked back over his shoulder with some kind of menacing expression.
“Sure- yeah, I’m down for that.”
So that was it, Chris put something in. Leon not having seen the box beforehand. Then Chris settled next to him.
Turned out it was some zombie movie, one Leon hadn’t seen before. He liked it though, it was engaging enough, trying to conceal how tense his body grew with each jump scare.
Maybe a horror was an unconventional choice for a late morning watch. Though it was obviously a movie Chris liked, Leon thought that was cute. He snuck a few glances every now and then, taking in the man’s side profile. Admiring the strong jawline and clean shaven face.
About half way through, Chris’ knee nudged into his. At first Leon thought it was a mistake, probably just repositioning himself, but then it didn’t move, just sat there pressed into his, and Leon could feel his heart in his throat. He was reading into it too much, right?
And that was all Leon could focus on, the close proximity contaminating the forefront of his mind, trying to concentrate on the TV, not stare down to where their knees met.
It must have been blatantly obvious, because eventually Chris turned to him.
“Distracted?” And the man leant in further, only causing Leon’s brain to short circuit some more.
“No, I- uh, I-”
“Hey it’s alright,” Chris’ voice dipped. “Can’t have you getting distracted with how pretty I am now, can we?” He was never going to let that one go, and Leon was still ready to bury himself alive.
The traitorous blush was back and in full force. Neither one of them looking at the screen. What was he even meant to say to that? Was it a trap?
Then a hand came up to Leon’s face, caressing his cheek. Still Leon’s words failed.
Chris spoke in a whisper, “Tell me if I’m wrong, okay?” His dark eyes meeting Leon’s, to which he could only nod, swallowing hard.
That was when Chris lent in, eyes still locked on his until he drew in close, gently pressing their lips together. And of course Chris wasn’t fucking wrong, Leon wanted this, his brain barely comprehending it was happening. Chris Redfield? The Chris Redfield from S.T.A.R.S. kissing him? It had to be a dream. Maybe Leon really was lying in a ditch after all, unconscious and fabricating the whole ordeal.
Though Chris pulled back, and right then Leon realised he hadn’t moved.
“Jesus, I’m sorry,” Chris then sounding a bit sheepish. It was weird seeing him like that, no longer headstrong and cocky. “I didn’t mean to-”
With the movie nothing more than background noise at that point, Leon leant back in, cutting Chris’ sentence short, bringing their lips together once more.
This time he kissed him, moving together, fully appreciating the way he could sink into Chris, how eagerly the man welcomed him. It was Chris who moved his hand first, trailing it over the shirt Leon wore, getting a feel of his body. The gesture made Leon bite back a soft moan that was forming in his throat. Chris really had his hands on him.
Soon enough Leon also moved, paying Chris the same treatment, and fucking hell he really was a wall of muscle. Whatever the hell Wesker was putting him through worked.
As Chris’ hand slipped it’s way around Leon’s waist, pulling him in tighter, the man also deepened their kiss, catching Leon a little off guard. Yes, he had kissed before, but it wasn’t like he got a a lot of action. Especially not recently.
The movie still played, neither one thinking to pause it, there were more pressing matters at hand. And zombies were hardly erotic.
Fingertips dug harder into Leon’s waist as he was held, making it increasingly difficult to stifle any noises, and eventually Leon caved, a small hitch in his breath bringing a whine with it. Instantly he could feel the smile pressed to his lips, and Leon really tried to not let the mortification get the better of him.
“So fucking cute.” Chris mumbled into his mouth, the words soliciting another fragile noise.
By this point Leon was straining against the denim of his jeans, it was uncomfortable and becoming an increasing problem. A problem only made worse when Chris moved his attention to Leon’s neck. Gentle kisses peppered along the underside of his jaw then trailing off onto the soft flesh. No doubt Chris felt the low groan that left Leon’s lips, reverberating through his chest.
That was what encourage Chris to go harder, sucking the skin into his mouth without much second thought to if he’d leave a mark or not. Leon’s poor cock only getting harder.
Gradually Chris worked lower, the pathway of marks gently coming to light. The borrowed shirt was baggy, drooping down and granting Chris access to his collar. Once met with lips, a hand snaked its way up Leon’s thigh, and thoughtlessly Leon’s hips canted forward at the touch.
Fuck he needed this, really needed it.
“Can I?” Chris asked, pausing his hand, mouth still burrowed into the junction of his neck and collarbone.
“Fuck, please.” Coming out a lot more desperate than intended. Though it didn’t matter, because Chris was then palming him over his jeans, and Leon was instantly swarmed with relief. A breathy sigh leaving him at the contact.
Chris’ hand was careful, not applying too much pressure, but still feeling him through the fabric. Canting his hips upwards, it was all Leon could do. His mouth still paid attention to Leon’s neck, and subconsciously Leon found himself arching into him.
It was then Chris leant back, withdrawing all forms of contact, taking Leon a second to register. Though he could only watch open eyed as Chris removed his own shirt, then turned his attention back to Leon, finger’s curling around the hem. There was an unspoken agreement as Leon lifted his arms, cooperating with Chris to remove it.
Their shirts lay next to one another on the floor, already forgotten about. In an instant Chris was already back on top, now planting a string of open mouthed kisses across the bare skin of Leon’s chest, knee slotted between his legs.
The couch was just as comfortable as it had been the night before, which Leon was pleasantly reminded of as he lay back.
Those hands gripped his waist as Chris moved further down, now a wet trail where his mouth had been. There was a notable hitch in Leon’s breath the lower the man got.
“Sensitive?” Chris asked with a stupid smirk on his face, looking up.
“A little.” Leon’s voice unsteady.
And Chris’ head dipped back down, muffling the words only slightly. “Good.” The hands then moved lower, resting upon Leon’s hips, holding them still when Leon couldn’t resist the urge to buck. “Knew you’d be eager.” Chris had thought about this? Leon’s brain had difficulty processing that concept.
“Fuck, Chris- please,” He whined. “Please.” A degree of helplessness to his voice as his hips stuttered in the hold.
He got the memo, hands moving inwards towards the belt. “This what you want?” Thumbs toying with the buckle.
Leon nodded in response.
One hand moved lower, running over Leon’s cock again, forcing a beautiful noise to come from his chest. “Hmm, I dunno…”
“Please, I need- I need,” Words tumbling out. “Just take it off.” His cock bordering on painful, it was sensitive and Leon could feel the sticky mess happening in his underwear.
All Chris did was smile, watching Leon grow desperate. It had all happened so quickly, though Leon was hardly complaining. Not exactly how he had predicted his day going but fucking hell was he loving it. Never in a million years did he think he’d have Chris’ mouth on him, yet alone paying him this kind of attention.
“If you ask nicely.” Chris teased back.
“Please.” His eyes closed, embarrassment swarming him as he begged some more. “Please take them off, need to- need to feel you.” Finding the right words was hard.
“Good boy.” Chris praised, fumbling with the buckle. Both noticed Leon’s neglected cock jump at that, the words shooting straight through him. He could just about see Chris making a mental note for later.
Much to Leon’s relief, the belt was quickly undone, fly unzipped and jeans shucked off.
“Better?”
Again Leon nodded.
“C’mon pretty boy, use your words.” This time the thin fabric of the boxers barely cloaked the twitch.
“Y-yes.”
And Chris ducked down again, licking above the waistband. Tongue moving, carefully slipping under. The further it went down, the harder Leon found it was to control himself - not that he had been doing a great job of it up until that point anyway.
He could feel the precum accumulating, luckily his boxers were black, somewhat disguising the wet patch. Fuck he needed to be touched though, his cock screaming for anything, just as long as it meant relief.
They made eye contact as Chris continued to lick, and Jesus if that didn’t add to the arousal. Watching as Chris looked up, tongue lolled out his mouth and running along the delicate area.
Thumbs were then hooked into the band, on the verge of pulling it down. A silent beg in Leon’s eyes as Chris raised an eyebrow. As if he were conditioned to do so, Leon raised his hips, and Chris obliged, peeling the underwear off, discarding it with the other items of clothing on the floor.
“So beautiful.” It was like Chris was thinking aloud as he looked to Leon’s cock, which was heavy and flushed between his thighs. Those same thumbs moved to his hips, rubbing small soothing circles into where they met the groin.
Tentatively the man’s hand reached out to take it, Leon wincing the minute those fingers closed around him, lazily stroking.
“Done stuff like this before?” Chris asked as if he didn’t literally have the man by the cock.
“Yeah,” Leon sighed, trying to disguise the neediness in his voice. “A little bit,” He could only watch as Chris’ hand moved up and down at a delicate pace. “Not a whole lot, b-but enough.” Tone wavering towards the end.
Chris’ eyes flickered between his hand and Leon’s face, completely engrossed in the situation.
“Well, that’s good to know.” And his fist tightened, Leon squirming as it happened. Fuck the guy really knew when to apply pressure, Leon’s eyes squeezed shut as his head fell back, colliding with the armrest.
He continued to stroke him, clearly revelling in the sounds he could pry from Leon. It was when he dipped down, lips brushing against the tip.
“Fuck.” Leon hadn’t meant for it to come out. However Chris took that as his queue to lick, lapping up the precum, spreading it over the area before taking it into his mouth and swallowing. The sight alone only made Leon’s tormented cock drool even more.
The tongue persisted though, Chris licking along the shaft, slathering over it as he moved. Right then it was like Leon’s hips had taken on a life of their own, rutting up, rubbing himself against Chris’ face even further. He needed it. Had to feel that mouth again, all his brain could focus on was getting inside it, the sensations it would bring.
But Chris moved slow, drawing as much out of Leon as he could, wanting to reduce him to a whining mess. That was the obvious plan. Tongue tormenting him with each lap. Soon enough he moved back to the tip, peppering it with light kitten licks, Leon’s thighs tensing at the choice. Then chasing the precum drooling down Leon’s shaft.
Instead of going back up though, he sank down lower. Leon could only twitch in anticipation as he felt warm breath on his balls, and that was his last thought right before he found Chris’ mouth wrapping around them, lightly suckling.
“Fucking hell, Chris.” Voice strained.
The man only hummed in response, mouth too preoccupied.
With his hips still canting upwards, it was unclear how much more Leon could take. Muscles already trembling and doing his best to stave off the impending orgasm. What a job that was.
The warmth around his balls only mocked Leon more, aching to feel that around his cock. How Chris worked the sensitive area, sucking each one into his mouth delicate and precise. But then he popped off, licking again up the underside of the cock, making direct eye contact yet again as Leon finally got what he wanted. Lips wrapping around the tip, engulfing it with soft padded heat.
An abrupt moan rocketed through Leon, thank fuck Chris had no roommates. He’d have been embarrassed if he wasn’t so distracted in the moment. Watching in anticipation as Chris sank further down, taking him in.
It was when he hollowed his cheeks and began to move his head that Leon just about imploded. Such a beautiful sight, one he never thought he’d see. By Leon’s judgement Chris was too good for him, the fact the guy even wanted to do this? A miracle.
As he carried on moving, spit began trickling down Leon, pooling at the base of his cock. Though that only made it easier, Chris happily bobbing his head.
“Ah- wait-” Leon just about finding the brain power to speak. “Slow down - hah - if not, I’m gonna-” Unable to properly finish the sentence.
Prying himself off, maybe Leon regretted speaking, already missing the comfort.
“Don’t worry,” He soothed. “Want you to feel good.” Punctuating it with a small kiss to his abdomen, and Leon had never quite felt so reassured.
A couple more open mouth kisses were planted along his waist.
“Saw you staring y’know,” Chris sounded very relaxed. “Back at the bar.” A hand travelled back to Leon’s shaft, giving it a tentative squeeze. “It was cute, real fucking cute.” The faint memory of Chris having said something similar before materialised.
Leon bit into his knuckle to stifle a groan, all the while being slicked up and down.
“Hey, enough of that.” Chris tugged at his arm, easing the fist from his mouth. “Gotta hear how pretty the new rookie can be.” And with a stupid wink he sank back down, taking Leon down his throat again.
It was an involuntary response when Leon found himself fucking into his mouth, mind only comprehending how good it felt. Here he was on Chris Redfield’s couch, getting sucked off, while some movie played completely ignored. What a time to be alive.
He tried his best not to be mortified by the sounds he could produce. Sure, he was loud when on his own but nothing compared to this. Each subtle movement prying a new needy whimper from his lungs. It obviously encouraged the man between his thighs, becoming more enthusiastic with each new noise.
Soon enough Leon found himself getting close. Again. Not that it particularly took much, he was a pent up twenty one year old getting laid for the first time in god knew how long.
“Fuck, Chris.” Not quite having learnt from his past mistakes and once again informing him. Though his tells were all so obvious, thighs tightening around Chris as he inched closer to the edge. But just like before the man pulled off, sadistic smile on his face.
“Can’t have you finishing too soon now can we?”
“No, no Chris please. Please, Chris.” He uselessly babbled back, hips rocking up into nothing. In the open air his cock twitched, wet and pathetic.
“Think you can be good and hold out for me one more time,” Hand now planted on his leg, thumb caressing the meat of his thigh. “Can you do that for me Leon?” Christ, he really was stirring the pot, and it only drove Leon crazy with lust and need.
Leon didn’t have the willpower to respond, meeting the request with a thoughtless whimper, staring back at Chris with those big doe eyes, pleading for more.
“Good man.” Fingers gave a couple of light taps on his leg before he was engulfed yet again. All Leon could do was squirm as he slid back down, bottoming out in Chris’ throat almost instantly.
They locked eyes as Chris moved, all it took was a couple more thrusts before Leon found himself back in the same predicament. Tightening in his lower abdomen, thigh muscles fluttering, thoughts fogging up. Apparently Chris noticed as well, however this time he let Leon indulge, head moving faster, tongue working what it could.
With little warning Leon started to cum, spurting off down Chris’ throat. The man didn’t seem to mind, still hungrily working him through it. Leon’s mouth hung open, jaw going slack as soundless noises attempted to claw their way out. But soon enough there they were, moans dissolving into useless whimpers, lying there allowing Chris to get him through it.
He had no idea how much he had cum, but some had accumulated around Chris’ chin and lower lip. But the man looked pleased with himself as he pulled off for the last time, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
Right then Leon could hardly comprehend anything, lightheaded and dazed. The only thing tethering him to this world being the weight of his limbs, feeling like he couldn’t move even if he wanted to.
Chris crawled up his body, hovering above. “You did good rookie.” And that fucking smile, it could kill Leon if he wasn’t careful.
Only then did the aftershocks subside, mind gradually coming back online, like he could make sense of what was going on.
“Thanks.” It felt stupid to thank him. Part of Leon thought he might as well send him a handwritten thank you note in the post at this rate. But Chris ran his hand through Leon’s hair, petting it, then leaning down for a kiss. Initially it caught Leon off guard, startling him for a second before kissing back.
Now more collected, he could feel Chris’ cock pressing into him, it couldn’t have been comfortable. He brought a hand up to the other man’s chest, pushing him off just slightly. Their lips parted and Chris looked down to Leon.
“I can- I can help,” Sounding a little out of breath, body still trying to oxygenate itself. “Y’know, with…” Eyes darting down to between them. Despite just having cum down this guy’s throat and being sprawled out naked on his couch, Leon still could not bring himself to explicitly say what he meant.
An endearing laugh came from Chris at that, leaning down to speak.
“How about,” He started, voice low. “Later, I take you out for dinner, then afterwards we can decide what happens next,” Pulling back to raise an eyebrow, “Sound like a plan?”
Legitimately Leon felt starstruck, not quite believing what he heard. Chris wanted to take him out? Spend more time with him? What the fuck?
“Yeah- yeah, that would be cool.” Smooth.
Chris’ smile only widened. It was sweet how giddy Leon was, how easy he was to fluster.
“Good.” And with that he leant back in for another kiss, lips moving together all the while the credits to the shitty zombie movie rolled, completely disregarded by the two men.