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Arklay laboratory seemed unusually silent and somewhat tense today, not just because of the hard working researchers and scientists there. Was it Spencer, once again, bossing everyone around? No, even he wasn’t here today. Of course, he was on vacation. Was it just work stress? No, it didn't seem like it. It was an entirely different problem, one that could’ve been fixed by Umbrella installing a couple more air conditioners in the facility. An unexpected heat wave had reached the Arklay mountains and the surrounding areas, forcing the people who lived there to cope with high temperatures, humid conditions, and, unfortunately, sweaty armpits for a week.
So it was no surprise that even the leading researchers of the lab, William Birkin and Albert Wesker, would also not be able to stand the frying weather outside. Especially because they were more enthusiastic about autumn than summer. However, they still tried their best to get their work done diligently and up to Spencer’s standards, which both of them knew would be difficult.
Wesker, as expected, was the first to break from the weather. On the second day of the heat wave, he had brought a plug-in fan and placed it right by his desk. Birkin was the first one to notice. Walking into Wesker’s office, overheated, his eyes wandered to the fan, his gaze turning to Wesker as he sat in his chair, writing a report on his clipboard. Birkin stared at him for a while, slouching and his eyes half-lidded, before limping closer to the fan. “Crowding the damn fan all for yourself, huh, Al?” He rasped, sounding as if he desperately needed water.
The older man did not look up from the clipboard, “Get your own, Birkin. It’s your fault you didn’t bring something to cool off.” Of course.. he wouldn’t care, Birkin thought, rolling his eyes. If it didn’t have to do with himself, Wesker wouldn’t give a single care in the world. He was too arrogant. Typical of him, although he did show a thread of sympathy sometimes.. but that was only sometimes. Wesker finally looked up, furrowing his eyebrow at the drained researcher in front of him. “What happened to you?” He set down his clipboard, his lips pressed in a thin line as he gave the man a curious look. William sighed, crossing his arms.
“Oh, what do you think? I feel sticky and.. overheated! That’s why I’m right by the fan!”
“Ah. Predictable.” Wesker went back to writing his report.
“Ugh! Hey, are you even paying attention, jerk?!”
Wesker lowered his eyebrows at the insult, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple. William knew he’d react negatively to the insult, so maybe he would get his attention now? He just hoped he’d stop getting ignored and Wesker would share the fan instead of using it just for himself. “You reek, William. Did you put on deodorant today?” Wesker spat back, his grip tightening on his pen as he wrote. William blushed slightly, embarrassed. Great, he just commented on something he hoped he wouldn’t bring up.
William frowned, placing a hand on hip as he talked back, “Look, it’s not my fault the weather has to be so hot! Who do you take me for, mother nature?!” It pissed him off to think that even though Wesker was two years older than him, he still treated him like a child. Even though he wasn’t twenty-one yet, he still knew he didn’t deserve to be bossed around by a twenty-two year old man. “If you’re just going to be all selfish, I guess I’ll have to force you to share!”
William stomped over to Wesker’s chair, stopped in front of him for a minute, and sat on the older man’s lap, blocking him from the fan’s air. Wesker’s jaw dropped slightly, but he seemed genuinely surprised as he felt William’s weight press against his legs. William still didn’t realize what kind of situation this was. More beads of sweat raced down Wesker’s face.
“Ha, can’t get cold air now, can y-“ Then the realization of his actions finally processed through his brain. He was sitting on Wesker’s lap.
William’s eyes widened, his face flushed a deeper shade of red, the original blush from the heat outside. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. This was embarrassing. Wesker’s chest pressed against his back, making him feel even warmer, if even possible, than he already was. He wanted to move away, but he also didn’t want to. Conflicted on what he should do, he leaned his back into Wesker’s chest, groaning, “I’m sorry, Al…”
Long, slender fingers came to rub William’s thigh, fingernails digging slightly into the fabric of the pants. Thin lips rested on the crook of his neck, the man’s hand caressing his leg in a circular motion as a veiny arm wrapped around William’s waist slightly. William moaned, then moved to place a hand on Wesker’s wrist. “Don’t apologize, William.. I don’t think you’re sorry for anything, are you?” Wesker purred, planting a light kiss onto his neck, making the other man squirm.
“Nghh... Jesus, Al.. I love the way you tease..”
“Do you? Well, that’s good to know..”
Hearing William’s needy mewls only fueled Wesker more, releasing his own hand from his thigh and instead resting it on William’s belt, fidgeting with it. William grasped the armrests of the office chair, biting his lip to stop another whimper as he watched his belt slowly but surely get unbuckled. “H-Hurry up.. You’re taking too long..” He begged, gazing at Wesker’s pale hand slowly unzipping the fly on his trousers.
Wesker let out a sinister chuckle, murmuring against his skin, “Patience is a virtue, William… Weren’t you ever taught good manners?” His smirk widened, getting the fly open and drifting his hand down William’s pants.
“A-Ah.. Al.. c-careful..” William breathed, shaking slightly as he felt Wesker’s hand rest on his groin. “Whenever you give me handjobs, y-you either go too fast or too slow…” He admitted, closing his eyes and letting his body warm up to his soothing touch.
“Maybe if you gave me feedback…” Wesker growled, squeezing the area, “I’d do a better job. But no.. you whine and beg me for more.. Hm, although it’s not like I’m complaining, you know..” His fingers began to massage his crotch under his pants, making the other man shiver on his lap. Wesker was stroking his ego and someone else at the same time, which William never knew was even possible.
“Mmmprhh.. Why do your fingers feel so good…? N-Nghh..” William whined, grinding his cock against Wesker’s bare hand, as a signal to speed up. Wesker obliged, groaning as he felt the friction between his hand and his partner’s hardness, biting his neck. William gasped at the bite, feeling his lower half heat up, “God yes, Wesker! More!” William didn’t care how embarrassing he sounded, he just needed more. More of Wesker.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk… Needy, aren’t we?” Wesker massaged the man’s crotch, peppering light kisses along his jawline as he continued to play with him. He knew what he wanted, and was willing to give it to his partner. Both sides would be satisfied as well. “Mm… Grind right there, dear… You know you want more..” Wesker teased, feeling William’s pre-cum stream down his needy shaft. Wesker gripped the tip, tapping his fingers to it, biting his lip as he felt the liquid reach his fingertips.
William panted, rubbing his hardened length against Wesker's pale hand in his trousers, close to release. He was so close to release.. All he needed was just a bit more and he’d be seeing stars. “F-Fuck~! Albert, I’m so close! Faster~! Mmmmnnhh~!” He shut his eyes tight, grasping on the end of the armrests so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Wesker smirked, getting turned on by William’s vocals. He was getting hard as well, groaning against his neck as he sped up the pace, making William go wild. Sweat dripped down his face, a mess of red flush turning even more red as he felt Wesker take him higher. Until he bursted.
“Oh god! Albert, I-I’m cumming~! Fuck~!” He yelled, panting as his cock spurted thick white sticky jets of cum all over Wesker’s hand and his own boxers. He gasped once more as he felt Wesker also release under him, his grip on William tightening as he came in his pants, wetting his trousers and his partner’s as well. William’s length started to soften in Wesker’s hand, leaving him panting and completely spent. Wesker seemed to be done as well, pulling out his hand from his boxers. He stared at his cum-covered hand, smirking at William, before licking the sticky release from his hand. The other man moaned as he watched, aroused from the erotic scene and the hot cum covering his cock from his underwear.
“Albert.. H-Haah.. Y-You’re good with your hand…”
“You’re so easy to penetrate.. I don’t think I need any feedback from you now…”