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“Hey. Kid. Stop it with the ‘sir’ bullshit, ‘kay? I’m not your commanding officer. I’m practically a glorified babysitter at this point.”
Frankly, it was just uncomfortable to hear it.
“Sorry, s-,” Leon said quickly, nodding. “Sorry.”
Chris sighs, sticking a cigarette between his lips because he’s ten minutes in with this fucking rookie and he’s already about to lose it.
Sure, he was in Leon’s place at one point, but now? He’s too damn old to be babysitting. He’s 48 for fucks sake, he should be sunning himself on a beach somewhere with a piña colada in his hand, not fighting for his God damn life against man-made horrors beyond comprehension.
Speaking of…
“How old are you anyway?” He asks, thumb flicking his lighter to life, and it doesn’t mean to come out as an insult, but it does anyway.
“21,” Leon answers, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I uh-just graduated from the academy.”
“Of course you did,” Chris grumbles through his cigarette. “Just stay behind me, all right? Don’t need you doing something stupid like killing yourself.”
Leon’s face heats up a little bit. “Right. Okay.”
He’s halfway up Chris’ ass when they start moving, holding his little police-grade pistol like it’s life or death. Of course, anyone would be scared shitless in the middle of an apocalypse like this. Sure, they’re in a safe place now, buried deep into the depths of Raccoon City, but who knows what’s lurking there.
“We’re fine for now,” Chris tries to say, hinting at Leon’s obviously nervous behavior. He flicks his cigarette. “You can stand down.”
They’re inside an ammunition shop. A good place to rest.
Leon straightens up. “All right,” He says, swallowing thickly. “Uh-what exactly are we looking for?”
Jesus Christ.
“You’ll know when you see ‘em,” Chris says, stomping out his cigarette butt. “Can’t really miss a bunch of zombies coming at you.”
Leon pales. “Zombies?”
For a second, Chris wants to laugh at him. To call him a pansy and move on.
But then he REALLY remembers how he was once in Leon’s place at one point.
He turns, lips pursed, hands on his gun.
“Look, kid,” He starts. “You’ll be fine. I promise. I won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”
He places a hand on his chest. “Scout’s honor. Or whatever.”
Leon deflates a little, and lets out a shaky breath. He nods. “Okay. Thanks, uh, Captain Redfield-?”
“Just Chris is fine. I don’t do any of that other stuff anymore.”
Another nod. Poor rookie looks like he’s about to pass out. “Chris. Okay.”
It only gets worse from there.
Leon is eternally shaken up, anxious and looking around like a fucking kicked puppy. He winces ever so often, and no matter how many times Chris looks him over, he can’t figure out why.
“Hey,” He finally says, shortly. “What’s wrong with you? Why are you flinching? Are you hurt?”
Leon’s pouty bottom lip twitches. “I’m fine,” He says, his voice strained. “I’m just-uhm…”
He puts a hand on his back and lets out a breath.
“I’m okay.”
“Bullshit,” Chris says. “Take your vest off. What’s wrong with your back?”
Leon’s eyes widen a bit. Big, wet, doe eyes with pretty ass eyelashes. Stupid fucking kid…
Clearing his throat, he slowly undoes his police vest and sets it down, wincing as he bends over.
Chris watches him, an eyebrow cocked. “It’s under your shirt, isn’t it?”
Hesitating at first, Leon nods.
“Listen, it’s really-it’s not that big of a deal, it’s just-“
He cuts himself off when he makes eye contact with Chris’ firm gaze. He looks damn near about to cry when he looks down.
“It’s my binder,” He mumbles.
“It’s what? Speak up, kid.”
“My binder,” Leon says, barely louder. “I’m-I’m uh…” He takes a deep breath. “I’m trans. Transgender? Um, it’s-“
Chris puts a hand up. Leon stops talking.
“I know what trans is,” He says tiredly. “Why didn’t you tell me? God, we’ve been running around for hours now. Take that thing off before you crush your ribs, kid.”
He looks around and leans against the wall, gun lowered.
“This is probably a good place to rest, anyway. Doesn’t seem to be much activity.”
Leon’s hands pause in front of the buttons on his shirt and he swallows thickly, chewing the inside of his cheek.
“Sorry, I-uh, what do I do after I take it off? I don’t have like…a bra.”
Chris stares at him. “You think I care if I see your tits?”
Leon looks like a deer in the headlights.
“Sorry. I mean,” Chris groans. He kind of sucks at this. “Look. I know…what you’re going through.”
He straightens back up and sighs deeply before stripping his top half, trying to ignore Leon’s watchful, confused eyes.
When he peels his turtleneck off he watches Leon’s face light up. His gaze traces over the old, faded scars on Chris’ chest. He’s covered in hair, too, and a small line across his lower abdomen makes Leon’s eyes widen with admiration.
“You-“
“Yeah,” Chris nods. “So take that damn binder off, understand?”
Leon hesitates. “…Okay.”
He unbuttons his silly little uniform shirt and peels off the undershirt as well. “Did it-uh, did it hurt when you got the hysterectomy?” He wonders aloud. “Because I’ve heard that it’s like really painful.”
“Didn’t feel a thing,” Chris replies. “How long have you been on T?”
Leon’s cheeks heat up a bit. “Almost a year,” He says. “I wanted to start sooner, but it’s hard to find doctors and stuff.”
Slowly, he lifts the binder over his head and sheepishly covers his chest, still embarrassed just to be exposed. “Sorry,” He says sheepishly. “It just feels so weird-“
Chris places a hand on Leon’s shoulder.
“Look, kid, I’m almost 50,” He says, and oh God Leon’s probably dreading this old person schpeel. “I’ve been doing this shit for a long time. I know it feels weird to have your chest out, but trust me. You’ll thank me in 10 years when you don’t have scoliosis. You can just put your undershirt on and we’ll rest for a bit before we get back out there. All right?”
He gives Leon a rare smile, and tries not to scare the poor kid any more than he already is.
But then Leon does the opposite of what Chris expected.
He rushes forward, lips messily pressing into Chris’. It feels akin to some high schooler’s first kiss.
Both of them push off of each other, probably later than they should’ve.
“I’m sorry,” Leon gasps. His chapped, bitten lips look so pretty when they’re red and wet. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I didn’t-I don’t know why I-“
Chris…doesn’t really know what to say. Was that a right thing? No. They’re nearly 30 years apart. Was it kind of cute? Yeah. Really cute. Really…really kind of nice, too.
Leon stumbles over his words, a deep red blush spreading over his face-all the way to the tips of his ears.
“You just-you’ve been so nice to me, and you know what it’s like, and I just thought-“
Chris cuts him off. “Stop. It’s okay. It’s-just, uh…” He clears his throat, trying to think of the right words to say. This isn’t exactly his forté when it comes to tricky situations. He’s made for physical attacks, not emotional ones.
“I’m a little old for you, don’t you think?” He says, letting out an awkward chuckle.
Please take the hint Leon, please take the hint.
“I mean…that’s not really a um…problem-for me,” Leon says slowly. If he’s already embarrassed as hell might as well just come out and say that he’s attracted to older men.
And of course he likes older men. Of course he does.
“Leon.”
Chris stares at him. “You…are you-you’re coming onto me? Right now?”
Leon swallows the lump in his throat. “It’s not uh-you don’t have to, you know, I mean, this is already really weird. Awkward, I mean. So, like, it’s okay…”
Pinching his nose, Chris’ mind races. “This-Leon, look, kid, you’re really great, and I get it, I’m a lot older than you so you think that it would be cool to-“
“Can I just-please? I won’t tell anyone, if-if that’s what you’re worried about,” Leon interjects. There’s a pregnant pause. A lot of silent thoughts swarm between them.
He straightens up a little. “…I’m 21. It’s not like I’m a teenager. So-so stop calling me kid.”
Chris frowns. “You really want this, k-Leon? Are you sure?”
Leon nods, his cheeks still red. “I’ve never, you know, uh, been with someone…like me, before. I mean, someone who’s also trans. I just-“ He lets out a breath. “I want to know what it’s like.”
“That’s a weird reason to have sex.”
Leon groans. “I also think you’re really fucking hot. Don’t tell anyone, please. I have a thing for big guys. Really big guys. You’re so tall and you have big arms and hands and-fuck, I just want you to choke me.”
He rambles on until he slaps a hand over his mouth with embarrassment. Comically so.
Chris blinks a few times, both eyebrows raised. “I stand corrected,” He says.
What happens next feels weird at first. It’s awkward. Sure. Leon’s already half naked and when they kiss it’s not exactly romantic. Leon’s a shaky little virgin and Chris doesn’t really know how to handle him, but somehow they end up on top of each other. Leon looks up with big, stupid, innocent eyes, his chest rising and falling. He reminds Chris so much of himself when he was 21. Fresh out of the academy, young and spry, searching for adventure…
He can’t say he never cast a passing glance at older men. Hell, he even thought about Wesker a few times back in the day. That’s normal, right? Right.
Chris finally shimmies Leon’s stupid cargo pants down his legs and it gets actually serious. He’s still clothed from the waist down, and yet every time he catches Leon’s lingering gaze on his body he can’t help but feel a little self conscious.
He’s gotten a little fluffy, all right? What used to be hard muscle is now hidden under a healthy layer of fat. A pouch, fitting for his body type. He’s a stark contrast from the man below him. While he’s covered in hair, burly and muscled, Leon is still developing. His legs are fuzzy. A thin happy trail is starting to darken below his naval, and if he squints Chris can see the shadow of stubble on his jaw.
“You’re not a natural blonde, are you?” He asks nonchalantly, thumbs rubbing circles into his hips.
“How’d you know?”
Chris scoffs. “You’re young, and impressionable to trends. Also your leg hair isn’t blonde.”
Leon rolls his eyes. “Yeah, well.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” Chris shrugs. He snickers quickly after. “Just…interesting. How long does it take for you to dye your pubes?”
“Okay, no more talking.”
As Chris sinks down between Leon’s legs, smirking, he duly notes how flushed the poor guy is. He’s practically bright red all over.
Leon’s heart beats out of his chest because holy shit this is just like his fantasies when he’d jerk off in the showers or the bunk room, fingers knuckle deep inside himself while he imagined some burly commanding officer bending him over and taking him like a slut. This is…a little softer, though.
Some people call it daddy issues. Leon likes to think it’s just a particular taste in men. Same thing, more or less. Right?
He covers his face with his hands, cunt practically oozing when Chris pulls his boxers down.
“Jesus,” He mutters, sucking in a breath.
Leon whines in reply. “I’m sorry,” He starts. “I haven’t-it’s been so long since I’ve been able to-“
Chris shuts him up with a gentle finger. A finger that glides through his slick, prods at his hole. He’s instantly trying to grind against it, chasing the friction.
It slides in almost too easy. Embarrassingly easy.
Leon’s jaw goes slack and he spreads his legs so far they start to burn. He wants it all. Every piece of Chris he’s willing to get. That single finger eases in and out of him slowly, curling up ever so often to poke at his g-spot.
“More,” Leon says mindlessly. He spits out, “P-Please,” shortly after.
The second finger burns more than the first, but he’s so God damn wet it doesn’t take long before the pain turns to dull pleasure.
“Feels good?” Chris asks, cocking an eyebrow.
Leon trembles, his thighs tensing. “Fuck. So good. Oh my God.” He tips his head back, hands scrambling for something to do.
Chris’ hands are rough. Calloused and thick and God, do his fingers feel good. He probably knows, too, how sensitive Leon’s T-shot makes him. How horny it makes him. He reads him like a book.
“Easy,” Chris soothes. “Still with me?” His free hand slides up and down the smooth skin of Leon’s thigh. He’s so unmarked, so unlike Chris, who wears the scars of countless battle wounds every day.
Leon nods, breathless. “Yeah.”
He’s gritting his teeth, jaw clenched. Chris can tell he’s really holding back.
“Can uh-can you-“ He grunts. “Can you take your pants off?”
Ohh, right. Right. Chris is a little dumb.
“‘Course. Yeah, yeah. My bad,” He replies immediately. It’s probably a comfort thing. Of course Leon would feel exposed, being the only one naked from the waist down.
It’s intimidating, sure, watching Chris undress. Leon just wasn’t prepared for, well…
“Holy shit,” He blurts out. “You have a dick?”
It’s the first time anyone’s been this surprised, and Chris actually feels himself blush.
“Had it for 15 years now,” He answers.
“Did it hurt? Or like, how did they…” Leon’s instantly bombarding him with questions, and he doesn’t even notice the position he’s in until Chris clears his throat.
The blonde looks up. He’s on his knees. Right in front of this beautiful dick. This gorgeous fucking cock, surrounded by more of that soft, curly hair.
“Can I…” He starts, a tentative hand reaching out.
“Yeah,” Chris laughs. “You can touch it. It’s just a dick.”
Leon spits into his palm haphazardly and wraps a hand around him. He’s a bit clumsy-surely not a virgin but definitely not an expert. His free hand rests on Chris’ thigh, gentle. Careful.
It’s when he leans forward, chapped, bitten lips wrapping around the head does Chris start to unravel.
“Jesus,” He mumbles, watching Leon take him in. The poor thing blinks fast, ignoring the tears welling in his eyes. He swallows thickly, slowly, trying to get used to the feeling of a cock in his throat. Once he starts to bob his head the rhythm is found. Chris leans his head back and sighs, fingers itching to grab those pretty blonde locks and fuck his throat hard.
Maybe later. Or something.
Leon gags and tries to swallow, making obscene noises. When he pulls off he gasps, his poor lips even more red and swollen than before.
“Is this-is it good?” He pants, and fuck, he’s got spit running down his chin. Christ. His voice is rough already.
“Perfect,” Chris praises. He eases them back into their original position. Leon’s splayed out on the floor, open and vulnerable, and Chris gives him a reward.
“Wait, are y-ohhh, f-fuck,” Leon hisses, legs instinctively clamping around Chris’ head when he buries himself between those pale thighs, beard scratching sensitive skin as he latches onto Leon’s dick.
“You’re really good at-ah-that,” Leon whimpers. “I’m gonna cum. Holy shit.”
He’s rocking his hips against Chris’ mouth, squirming because he’s never felt so stimulated before. He cums quick, so pent up and tense that Chris has to pin him down just to keep him in place.
“Fuck. Fuck, oh my God,” Leon babbles, eyes squeezed shut. His cunt aches, and even after he cums it’s still not enough. Chris keeps going and he places a tentative hand in his hair to push him down harder.
“I’m cumming,” Leon whines again. “I’m cumming. Fuck. Chris, Chris-“
Chris keeps his mouth taut around Leon’s dick, sucking him so fucking good that he feels a gush of slick hit his chin and hears Leon make a noise that sounds quite embarrassed.
“Wait,” He pants, trying to shove Chris away. “Wait, did I-fuck, did I just piss on you? Wha-What was that?”
Pulling off, (and swearing that that HAD to be the hottest head he’s ever given) Chris slips a finger into Leon’s cunt. “S’called squirting,” He says. “You’ve never done that before?”
Leon leans back and shakes his head. “Felt like I was going to pass out or something,” He breathed. “Never came that hard in my life.”
His thighs shake. His entire body feels like it’s on fucking fire, and he aches, but God does he want more.
“Can you fuck me?” He asks nonchalantly. Right here, on the nasty floor of some abandoned store. Wow, Leon.
Chris hesitates, not because of the circumstances, or time, or anything like that.
“Isn’t that a little…romantic?” He asks. “Call me old fashioned, but usually that kind of stuff is for like, couple-“
Leon sits up, his abs quivering as he glares. “Put that fucking dick inside of me right now,” He snaps.
“…Please.”
Chris stares at him with his jaw slack. He blinks a few times.
“Uh.”
Leon feels a wave of embarrassment wash over him for what feels like the tenth time tonight.
But Chris doesn’t push him away.
“All right. All right, shit,” He mutters. “You got a condom?”
“I’m a virgin.”
Fuck. Of course he is.
“I mean-“
“I’m not worried about you giving me an STD, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Leon snaps. He’s getting pissed off honestly-why won’t this stupid old man just fuck him already? Damn. “I trust you. Just-please.”
He paws at himself, fingers spreading his cunt open. He’s so fucking wet that slick runs down his inner thighs, and Chris’ eyes follow it into the puddle on the floor.
“I’m more put off by the fact that I’m gonna be your first time,” Chris grumbles.
But he still slots himself between Leon’s pale thighs, rubs his cock up against that gorgeous, aching cunt.
“Do you miss it?” Leon says absentmindedly, swallowing thick when he sees how big the girth looks up against him. “Your…you know…”
Chris raises an eyebrow.
“Can’t say I do. You uh, gonna miss yours?”
He eases into Leon, slow. Gentle. He can feel him clenching around him nervously and rubs his hip with a steady thumb.
Leon arches his back, staring at the ceiling. Trying to be nonchalant as if he’s not internally freaking the fuck out because oh, this is what a dick feels like inside of him. It’s nice. Really nice. “I dunno,” He gasps. “It-fuck-feels too good. Don’t wanna lose my nerve endings and all that stuff, y’know?”
Chris leans over him, groaning when he bottoms out. “They’ve got ways around that,” He hisses, rolling his hips slowly. “I can-Jesus, I can feel you right now. Fuck, Leon. Stop clenching so hard.”
That makes him bite his lip. He grins.
“You like my pussy? I knew you would. Big guy like you.”
“What’s that s’pposed to mean?”
Leon lets out a strained laugh. “I don’t know. I’m trying to dirty talk. Is it working?”
Chris grits his teeth and hoists Leon’s legs up, taking better control. “Just-shut up.”
And he really starts fucking into him now, hunched over, grunting. Animalistic. Primal. He hates to admit it, but he hasn’t gotten action in a long time. This is…nice. Real nice.
“Oh, fuck. Jesus-“ Leon gasps. He gingerly reaches up, grasping Chris’ shoulders. Wraps his legs around his waist. Does all that shit that he’s seen in porn. “I take it you don’t do this often?” He pants. Every time Chris’ hips snap into him he whimpers, knuckles between his teeth. It doesn’t do much to shut him up, but it’s the effort that counts. Right?
“You talk way too much,” Chris growls.
“So I’ve been told,” Leon replies. He sticks his fingers into his mouth and sneaks them down between them, rubbing at his dick messily.
He’s so close-again-and when Chris leans down to latch on to one of his nipples he fucking squirts. He could definitely get used to this feeling. Holy shit.
“Don’t-hah-fucking do that without warning-“ He says, hands scrabbling on the floor as he arches. “They’re really fucking s-sensitive.”
Chris looks up at him, eyes glinting. His mouth is full, but the message is clear. He cups Leon’s tit, tongue flicking his nipple. A pair of trembling hands bury themselves in his short hair, and he can hear Leon’s heart thumping against his chest.
What they’re doing is a fucking HR nightmare. But who cares?
“Are you-uh-are you close?” Leon asks, and the poor thing looks ready to burst. He’s got a fucking puddle below him, cunt squelching around Chris’ cock every time he thrusts into him.
“Almost,” Chris mutters. “Fuck. So fucking wet, Leon, Christ.”
He can tell Leon’s overstimulated. He bows his head, sweat rolling down his brow because he’s SO fucking close it’s not even fair.
Leon’s arms are above his head, and he squirms beneath Chris. Lets out little squeals and cries until his voice is raw. Surely, it’s one hell of a way to lose his virginity.
Although Chris isn’t too sure about the legitimacy of that, purely because of how…how does one put it…slutty? Leon was acting. Slutty is a good word. Kind of.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” He groans, hips burying themselves into Leon’s digging into him. His cock twitches, and by far it’s probably the best orgasm he’s had in a while.
And Leon stares up at him, panting, and suddenly he’s just a rookie again.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” Chris mutters. He sits up, pulls out. Looks down at Leon’s pretty flushed body. “I shouldn’t have done that. Christ.”
“Why not?”
“I’m supposed to be your superior or whatever. I’m older than you. A lot older. It’s like-I don’t know, it’s the principal of it, it’s just not…”
He’s going to introspect on this HARD tonight. Possibly with his dick in his hand.
Leon rolls his eyes at his rambling as if it’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard.
“Save me your guilt and I’ll give you a round two in a couple hours.”
Chris gulps, making eye contact with him again.
“Sounds like a deal.”