Work Text:
“Definitely going on vacation after this…”
One full year does a lot to a man.
Lots of things happen.
You find people that care. You learn more about yourself than once thought possible.
You get amazing head in the backseat of a government-issued SUV.
Maybe…scratch that last one.
“Jesus Christ, Redfield,” Leon chuckles hastily, his awkward babbling doing nothing to staunch the tension in the air. Chris is between his legs, big stupid meaty hands pushing his bare thighs apart.
The car’s leather seats make his skin stick. He’s usually not this sweaty (he is) but this is…an interesting situation.
Chris is shoved onto the floor, the passenger seat moved all the way up. They were given this car to drive home after being airlifted from Alcatraz. Leon had a different idea and now they’re in the parking lot of some abandoned grocery store that’s long since closed its doors for good.
“Easy,” Chris purrs, “you always this tense?”
Leon tips his head back. “Only when it’s you.”
Kisses pressed along the inside of his thighs. Scratchy stubble rubbing against the hair on his legs.
“I’m flattered,” Chris replies. He pushes Leon’s shirt up, chapped lips hot against scar tissue and a thin happy trail.
“You like it?” Leon pipes up. “Been growing it out for you.”
It’s always so easy for them. Like this. Friendly banter. Relaxing. Even if Leon’s tense he’s still churning out one-liners.
“I love it,” Chris replies, thumbs tracing over the edges of Leon’s hysterectomy scar. Over the plush skin that used to be firm muscle. He’s not as fit as he used to be, but God is he happier.
“A perfect addition, I might add.”
Chris is cheeky. Head tilted, eyebrow cocked like he knows something no one else does.
Leon grumbles to himself more than anything.
“Well, dunno about perfect, it’s still needs some wor-ah-hah, ohhh shit,” he hums, his teeth digging into his bottom lip because Chris really does always know how to shut him up.
That charming mouth latches around his dick, tongue prodding his hole while he bobs his head. He sucks dick so fucking good it’s not even fair. Even makes Leon look like some high school virgin.
“I wasn’t done talking,” Leon hisses, nails digging into Chris’ scalp. Fuck him and his short ass haircut. Doesn’t give him anything to pull. “Asshole.”
Chris doesn’t care. He slips a finger into Leon’s cunt and pokes at his g-spot like the teasing motherfucker he is. “Mmm,” his voice is muffled, “never stopped you before.”
Leon shoves his face back down. “Shut up.”
He’s a hypocrite, but Chris likes it.
One finger becomes two and Leon’s eyes flutter closed. It’s been a really long time since they’ve had a moment like this.
Shit, last time they fucked was probably in some shitty hotel room over a year ago. He can’t remember anything nowadays.
“If you don’t put your dick in me right now I’m gonna lose it,” Leon groans, rolling his hips.
“What, that’s it? No more foreplay?” Chris teases, his thumb toying with Leon’s dick while his fingers lazily fuck in and out of him. “So straight to the point today, Agent Kennedy.”
Leon curls his lip. He brings his legs up, scooting to the side to allow Chris to take his seat. He swings himself over onto his lap, letting out a tiny grunt of disapproval at Chris’ lack of nudity.
He shoves his face into the crook of Chris’ neck, nipping at it while he fumbles with some stupid tactical belt buckle.
“Please, don’t wine and dine me all at once.”
Chris gives him that stupid shit-eating grin. He’s just fucking with him now. There’s nothing romantic about this. Right? It’s just…blowing off steam. Or whatever.
“Don’t care,” Leon grumbles mindlessly, “I’m gonna ride you.”
Fumbling, calloused hands shove Chris’ shirt up enough so that he can reach the zipper of his jeans.
“Thank God you got rid of that stupid button-up,” Leon mutters, “that thing was ugly as hell”
Chris pouts. “I kinda liked it.”
Leon cuts him off with a chaste kiss. “I’ll get you a different one.”
“…Aw. You do care.”
He shoves his hand down the front of Chris’ pants. He can talk big, but the blush on his cheeks tells a different story.
“I don’t.”
Chris grins. “You do.”
He does.
But he cuts Chris off with another kiss before he can bark anything else back at him.
“Can you just shut up? I’m trying to suck your dick,” Leon complains. Awkwardly, he shuffles onto the floor of the backseat, huffing. “We could’ve done this in a gas station bathroom somewhere, but nooo…”
Chris laughs. “I believe it was YOU who told me to pull over, wasn’t it?”
Leon casually pretends not to hear, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear as he buries his face between Chris’ legs, mouthing at his clothed cock.
“Dunno what you’re talking about.”
And he shuts Chris up real nicely when he yanks his goofy little khaki tourist pants down to his thighs.
“Easy,” he says, “these were expensive.”
Leon glares at him with a mouthful of dick. Chris cups his face lovingly, rubbing at his cheek with a thumb. “Okay, okay…grumpy,” He says, sighing contentedly. “I’ll let you do your thing.”
Leon’s GREAT at doing his thing, by the way. Really prides himself on it. He’s been sucking dick since he started at the academy in Raccoon City, so. Yeah. He knows what he’s doing, thanks. Though he’s definitely aware that this won’t last long.
Chris is more of a giver than a receiver. He loves being the one to give pleasure rather than receive it. It’s kind of cute, really. He’s like a big dumb dog, eager to please. And who’s Leon to deny that? He’s been enjoying the lack of effort lately.
“Up,” Chris grunts, as if on cue. He lifts Leon onto his lap with another small noise, glides his hands over pale skin. Leon’s always been ticked off by how tan Chris could get and how pale he is himself. He can’t help it! He burns easily, okay?
“Whatcha thinking about?” He murmurs, face tucked into the crook of Leon’s neck. The crinkle of some travel-sized lube packet makes him perk up.
“You brought lube to Alcatraz?”
“I figured we’d probably end up here.”
“Tch. Bastard.”
Leon tips his head back, holding in a deep breath when Chris finally starts to ease him down. It’s a stretch he’ll never fully get used to, but God it’s not a bad thing at all.
Chris smirks. “Something wrong?”
Leon groans, head bowed. “Nope.”
“You sure?”
“I don’t want to inflate your ego any more than it is.”
“Mission failed,” Chris whispers into his ear. Those big dumb hands guide his waist, firm but not enough to bruise. Leon’s jaw goes slack, forehead resting against Chris’ shoulder. He’s not even trying to move on his own. He’s being fucked into like some toy and he doesn’t even mind.
Hell, fucking isn’t even the right word. This is too romantic, much to his dismay. Chris is too soft. He’s so nice. He keeps Leon’s hair out of his face and kisses his scars and remembers his favorite movies. He hates him. All of this. He shouldn’t be getting so attached-it’s bad. For both of them.
“Fuck me harder, old man,” He grunts, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks by shoving Chris’ face into the crook of his neck. Pretending to use it as an anchor, Leon actually tries now to meet the pace.
But Chris does what he’s told-he always does, like the good dog he is-and moves them so that Leon’s laying on the seats. One of the seatbelt buckles digs into his side but he can’t be bothered to bitch about it because Chris is sliding back into him and it hurts better than anything else.
“Bit bossy today,” He jokes, pressing a bearded kiss onto Leon’s cheek. They’re tangled in each other, and maybe this is was the wrong choice. It’s even more intimate now. Shit.
Chris fucks into him deep, body arched over him like a savior. Leon’s legs instinctively wrap around his waist and his nails dig into Chris’ stupid chiseled shoulder blades. He’s all muscle and hair and acts just like a big teddy bear. What is Leon if not some scraggly stray cat next to him?
“Not taking constructive criticism, Redfield,” Leon manages out, biting back the moan creeping up the back of his throat. He arches, teeth grit. Chris knows all of his spots. Every. Last. One. Fuck this guy.
“Close?” Chris guesses correctly. He spits into his hand, reaches down and sloppily thumbs at Leon’s dick. “Anytime you want, pretty boy.”
“Fuck you,” Leon snarls. He shoves his knuckles between his teeth and bites down when he cums, thighs shaking, tensing around Chris’ waist, forcing him to stay in place. God he’s damn near about to say the L word if this doesn’t stop.
But Chris just takes it. He just laughs it off and pushes the sweat-soaked hair from Leon’s face while he resets. What is wrong with this dude?
“You know, I think I should be allowed a little reward for all this attitude,” He chirps, starting up a steady pace again.
“Fine,” Leon groans. “Only if you clean it up after.”
“I always do.”
Chris kisses him like he’s the only thing worth kissing. Licks into his mouth, tastes all of him. Moans are muffled between lips and Leon knows that he’s close because he starts doing this thing where he sets his jaw and focuses really hard. It’s kind of cute. If Leon cared that much.
“You ever thought about having kids?” Chris places a hand on Leon’s stomach and presses down just hard enough to feel himself and holy shit it feels good. Leon has to fight the brain fog to chirp out his snippy reply.
Weird.
Leon scoffs. “Why? You wanna be a daddy, Chris?”
It makes his hips stutter. He hides his face in Leon’s neck. Bingo. Got him.
“Aw. You don’t want to see me all knocked up though, do you?”
A shaky grunt rumbles against his skin. He’s so down bad. Leon continues.
“I’m sure you and Jill’d make cute kids.”
“Don’t want Jill,” Chris struggles out. “Pretty sure she doesn’t want me, either.”
Leon purses his lips.
“Well. Chris-you know that I-fuck-I can’t have your kids-“
“I know,” He snaps. “I know. Just let me-let me think about it.”
A laugh. Come on, shake the awkward off. “Gets you that excited, huh?”
“Shut up.”
Leon smoothes his hands over Chris’ back. He can indulge in this fantasy. Sure. Whatever kinky shit Chris wants. As long as it’s not fantasizing about some happy relationship and marriage and saying I love you, he’ll do it.
“Whatever floats your boat. How many kids you want out of me, huh? Two? Three?”
He bucks his hips up and feels the cock inside of him twitch. He grins.
“Maybe more? God, you’re really gonna make me work, aren’t you?”
Chris lets out a low, embarrassed whine. “Fuck you,” He stammers.
“Go ahead and breed me, big guy. You deserve it.”
He cums with a “fuck!” and Leon guides him through it, hissing when Chris holds him so close it feels like their bodies could meld into each other.
“Easy,” He says now, patting Chris’ back awkwardly. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Sorry,” Chris pants. “Sorry.” He gives himself a second to breathe before stretching Leon’s legs up again and prying them apart to clean up his mess. The hand on his head keeps him grounded. Leon keeps him grounded. They both know it. It’s so embarrassing. This car is going to need a detailing after this.
Leon doesn’t talk anymore. Tomorrow they’ll be in different cities again and this won’t happen for another year.
Let him savor it.