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The ringing of Chris’ phone isn’t surprising, and neither is the number that lights up on the screen as he lifts it into his bleary vision. It’s not surprising, just a little sad. He lets his eyes close again as his thumb pokes at the screen, answering with muscle memory as he prepares himself to get up and out of bed.
“Hey, it’s me, sorry to be calling so late.”
“It’s fine,” Chris sighs, drawing his free hand down his face, “This is the whole reason I gave you my number in the first place. I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Right, okay, see you soon.”
At this point he really should just save the bar’s number in his phone, but something about that makes the problem feel a little bit too real. Honestly, getting to the point where he’s giving the bartender his number to call should make the problem feel all too real, saved in his phone or not, but Chris supposes it hardly matters if he thinks this is a problem or not. It’s not his problem, even though he keeps getting roped into it like this, and him thinking on the fact isn’t going to change Leon’s mind.
He lays in bed for just a few more moments before he sits up, pushes the covers off, and leans down to grope around at the floor in the dark for clothing more than just his underwear to throw on. His limbs feel heavy still with sleep and he’s unfortunately thankful this has become such a routine otherwise he knows he’d be dragging himself along and not operating on pure muscle memory like he is. Sweatpants, t-shirt, grab the hoodie hanging on his door on the way out into the rest of his darkened apartment; he doesn’t even bother turning on the lights, his body knows where it’s going.
It had felt almost like an accident the first time he got the call, roused from his sleep just like tonight and answering the unknown number out of concern. His greeting had been met with the loud ambient noise of a bar and an unfamiliar voice asking if he was a friend of Leon’s and if he was able to come pick him up or at least give his address to get him a taxi home. And just like tonight Chris had lifted himself sleepily out of bed and stumbled through his apartment to get decent enough to grab his keys and get out to his car and follow his GPS to locate a very drunk Leon and bring him back home.
He doesn’t even need the GPS anymore, in fact he’s already halfway to the bar before he’s had the chance to think about it, the driving an almost mindless activity in the empty late-night streets. There’s a part of him that does kind of regret offering himself up like this–the part of him that would love to get a good night’s sleep on a weekend–but with how much of a mess Leon can get he figures it’s probably best that it’s him picking Leon up in case one day he decides to snap. The last thing any of them needed was for Leon to put up a drunken, theatrical fight with a taxi driver and wind up hurting someone.
On that same line of thought, Chris’ eyes flick down to his radio display, noting the time as he pulls up to the curb in front of the bar. It’s not late enough for this to have been a closing call, which means that either Leon did something stupid or got himself cut off–or maybe even both. Chris takes a deep breath before he steps out of the car, leaving it idling as he rounds it and steps up onto the sidewalk, making his way to the door just as it opens and reveals a very tired looking man and an equally drunk looking Leon.
None of them say anything for a long moment, Chris and the bartender exchanging a look as Chris raises a hand to rest on Leon’s shoulder and Leon leans away from the first man guiding him into the second. It’s Chris who breaks the silence with a mumbled. “Thank you.”
The bartender just shrugs and lingers in the doorway as the two turn and start their way over to Chris’ car. He waits until the passenger door is open before he calls out to them. “Y’all get some rest, and no more booze, Kennedy, y’hear?”
Leon rolls his eyes at the statement, not offering much more than a low grunt in response as Chris gets him settled in his seat and neither of them look up as they hear the door click shut behind them, sealing away the noise within and leaving them alone in the quiet street. It stays quiet as Chris closes the passenger door and rounds the car again, quiet until Chris settles into his own seat and can’t help the sigh that escapes him as his shoulders slump against the backrest.
His head tilts in Leon’s direction as his eyes drift over to his passenger, who’s own head is pressed fully back against the headrest as he stares at the ceiling. Cut off then, and with how calm he is, likely no trouble. That was a relief. Chris huffs a little, catches Leon’s attention, and he tries to suppress the soft smile that he can feel creeping up on his lips as Leon scowls back at him.
“You get into any trouble in there or did they kick you out for wallowing?”
His eyes roll again and he turns his gaze out the window.
“Wallowing it is, then.”
“The only thing I was wallowing in was my whiskey, Redfield.” He’s slow and deliberate when he speaks, like he’s trying to mask the slightest slur blurring some of his words together.
“You know that’s not any better, right?”
“Whatever.”
At the very least there was no trouble, just a very drunk, very bitter Leon who was likely sullying the vibe of the entire bar. It makes perfect sense now why he was called. Chris shakes his head and pulls away from the curb, letting Leon wallow in his silence while he stares out the window.
Chris knows better by now, knows that taking Leon home in this state would just mean he’d plop down on the couch with a half empty bottle and keep nursing it until he passed out there. It was a pitiful sight, and one that he and Claire had walked in on far too many times before for him to let it stand tonight. Leon seems to be none the wiser until they’re about halfway through the drive, when his shoulders tense up and his neck cranes back to look at something further down the road.
“You missed the turn.” He finally says, after said turn had already been lost to distance in the rearview mirror.
“I didn’t miss the–”
“You did ,” His finger lifts and presses against the glass, “My apartment’s back that way.”
“I know where your apartment is.”
“Then how did y–?”
“We’re not going to your apartment.”
Chris watches out of the corner of his eye as Leon turns to face him, his expression swirling from confusion to realization to amusement in the matter of a few very long seconds.
“We’re havin’ a slumber party then?”
“If that’s what you want to call me keeping you from drinking yourself to death, then yes, we’re having a slumber party.”
Leon’s shoulders relax again, his hand slowly falling back into his lap and he just nods as he thinks it over, his body slumping over as he presses his temple onto the window. When he speaks up again Chris can hear the grin he bears in his tone. “I call dibs on the bed.”
“You’re not calling dibs on my bed. You’re sleeping on the couch.”
“Gettin’ too old to be sleepin’ on the couch, Chris. You’re gonna give me back problems.”
“You’re gonna kill your liver before you have the chance to develop back problems.” Chris takes his turn to roll his eyes. “And besides, if I took you home you’d end up sleeping on your own couch anyway.”
“Yeah, maybe. But my couch is a lot more comfortable than yours. Yours is like a rock.”
“I assure you, it is not.”
“Oh yeah? When’s the last time you slept on it?”
“Couple weeks ago, Jill and I went out and my place was closer than hers–”
“Wait, so she gets dibs on the bed but not me ?” The words come out a bit faster, a bit less composed.
“ She didn’t call dibs on the bed like a fucking middle schooler.” Leon scoffs in response and Chris just shakes his head. “And she was leaving on an op the next morning, it made sense to give it to her.”
It’s quiet for a minute as Chris pulls into the lot and turns off the car, their gazes meeting as Leon speaks up again. “What if I’m leavin’ on an op in the mornin’?” His brows raise and he tilts his head, as though this ‘what if’ had any bearings in reality.
“Going back down to the bar is not an op.”
Leon sighs and rolls his eyes, sitting back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest as Chris rounds the car to help him out–or at least attempt to with all of Leon’s pouting. It takes a few minutes of struggle before Chris finally gets Leon unbuckled and heaves him out of the car by the arm.
“You’re acting like a goddamn toddler.” Chris huffs, pushing the door closed with his foot and clicking the lock before leading Leon into the building.
“ You’re actin’ like a goddamn toddler.”
“I’m not the one throwing temper tantrums because nap time’s not going according to plan.” The elevator is a much better plan than the stairs and Chris shifts his grip on Leon as they wait, his arm wrapped around the other man’s waist.
“Well I’m not the one bein’ stingy about my comfy bed.” Even with his bickering, Leon’s leaning into Chris’ embrace. He’s warm.
The elevator doors open and the two pile in, the change in location seeming to end their little spat as they ride in silence. They remain quiet as they make their way to Chris’ apartment, the only sound passing between them being a soft sigh from Leon as he rests his head on Chris’ shoulder while he fiddles with his keys.
He flicks the light on this time as they enter the apartment, both men stilling in the doorway for a moment to kick off their shoes before Chris nods over to the couch and gives Leon a little push in its direction. “Go sit, I’m gonna grab some blankets and water for you.”
The sound that Leon makes is very clearly a whine but he steps away anyway, and Chris makes his way down the hall to get blankets from the closet. By the time he’s returned, blankets in one arm and glass of water in the other, Leon has gone missing and Chris groans because he knows exactly where he’s ended up.
“I told you to go sit on the–” He’s speaking as he enters his darkened bedroom, light from the main room spilling in and catching on Leon’s curled form on the other side of his bed. Chris cuts himself off when he sees him, knowing damn well that if Leon’s already snuggled up the way he is that he’s lost this battle. He flicks the light on here, too, and sighs, tossing the blankets on the end of the bed for now as he rounds it to leave the glass within Leon’s reach. “You could have at least taken your grimy clothes off.” He mumbles.
“Not grimy.” Leon protests softly, but even as he does he’s moving pliantly with Chris’ hands, letting the other man pull him up to sit.
“You say that but when’s the last time you washed this jacket?”
He lets Leon’s hum speak for itself as he pulls said jacket off and continues with the rest of his clothes, leaving them draped over the corner of his dresser somewhat neatly. It’s only once he’s stripped down to his underwear that Chris reaches around him to pull back the covers and ease Leon back down into the bed. He gives him one last look–one last sigh–before he turns away. “I swear to God if you puke on my sheets I’m not letting you get away with this again.”
There’s fingertips brushing against his wrist, and it’s the only thing that stops him from rounding the bed and grabbing his blankets and leaving Leon to get some rest. He casts a glance back over his shoulder; Leon’s brows are knitted together. “Where’re y’goin’?”
“To the couch, where you should be.”
He shifts, those fingertips curling around his wrist a bit. “Gonna give y’self back problems.”
“And whose fault is that?”
“C’mon,” He nods towards the other side of the bed, covers still pulled back from where Chris had risen earlier, “There’s ‘nough room for us both and y’know it.”
Chris falls quiet for a minute, eyeing his usual spot on the bed. It would be nicer than the couch, a lot nicer than the couch, but…well there really was no argument against it, other than the principle of it all. He lets out a deep sigh and rolls his eyes. “Fine, I’ll be back in a minute.”
Leon’s fingers fall away from his wrist and Chris takes a few minutes to scoop up the blankets, return them to their closet, and shut all the lights off before he returns. He lingers in the doorway for a minute, fingers running along the zipper of his hoodie as he debates crossing the room for a quick smoke on the balcony before putting it away, a decision that he makes a lot quicker than it actually takes for him to cross and step out into the night air again.
He just looked so peaceful curled up like that, tucked under the blankets and relaxed, his lips barely parted and his form, obscured by the covers, rising and falling with each breath. Chris shakes his head and leans against the railing as he takes his first draw from the cigarette he’d lit up. Looking at him like that, it was hard to believe this was the same man that had caused such a fuss in the first place, rousing him from his sleep at such a late hour and bickering and fighting Chris every step of the way until he finally got his head down for some rest. He was clearly exhausted, all that fight leaching out of him the moment he was comfortable and his speech getting all soft and slurred. It was cute. Chris exhales and watches the smoke rise up and disappear into the air. There was going to be hell to pay if he woke up to ruined sheets, no matter how cute Leon looked curled up on the other side of his bed.
He’s not sure exactly how long he stays out there, eventually snuffing out his light in the ashtray and turning back inside. He hopes it’s long enough that Leon’s passed out on him, and with how steady his breathing is when Chris closes the balcony doors, the odds are looking pretty good. Chris tosses his hoodie on the dresser with Leon’s clothes–tosses his shirt that way, too–and rounds the bed to sink into his spot as gently as he can, trying to avoid waking the other man.
Not that his plan works all that well. Leon hums at him as he pulls the covers over himself, scoots in a little closer to Chris’ side. “Was longer than a minute.” He murmurs.
“Thought you’d fallen asleep on me,” Chris mumbles back, head turning a bit in Leon’s direction as the other man snuggles up to his arm, “Went out for a quick smoke.”
“Quick. Sure.”
“You should be asleep anyway, Kennedy, it’s really late.”
He hums again. His head is pressed against Chris’ shoulder. “Don’t wanna sleep.”
Chris sighs and lets his gaze drift up to the ceiling. Thank God for that smoke break, he should have known Leon was going to be an ass about this, too. Maybe he should have just taken him home, followed him in and took all his booze and left him to pass out in his own bed. If he had there was a really good chance he’d be back in bed like this already, just alone and about to fall–
His eyes flicks back down, not that he can see the hand smoothing along his chest as anything but a small lump in the covers, but it’s reflex and he looks over to Leon with a brow raised. The other man’s cheek is pressed against his shoulder as he looks up at him, a soft grin spread across his lips.
“Leon–”
“S’the weekend, c’mon,” His touch is light, almost teasing as he traces over Chris’ pecs; there’s no chance he misses the way the muscles tense beneath his fingers, “We can stay up a lil’ late.”
“We’ve stayed up late enough,” He should push that hand off him, push Leon back to his side of the bed and roll over and go to sleep, “You need your rest. Goodnight, Leon.”
He should push Leon off but he doesn’t, just closes his eyes and breathes in deep through his nose and tries to ignore him. It hadn’t occurred to him until now, but Chris really should have seen this coming; he’d been banking too hard on Leon being a douche and passing out once his head hit the pillow, hadn’t prepared himself for the way Leon’s lithe fingers traced along his muscles, for the warmth of his palm as he cupped his chest. There was no shot he was ignoring all that, and Leon knew it just as well as Chris did.
“ Leon –” He tenses as a thumb brushes against his nipple, swallows thickly, and tries again, “Leon, we can’t , it’s late.”
“You’re already up, what’s a lil’ longer? Y’have plans t’morrow?”
That thumb is still teasing at his nipple and Chris’ brow furrows as he wills himself to just try to ignore it.
“It’s late, and I’m tired, and you’re drunk.” He whispers back, slow and deliberate, trying to keep his breathing even.
Leon’s hand slides off his chest, smoothes against his abs. “So?”
“I’m not,” Chris sighs, part exasperation, part relief, “I’m not going to take advantage of you while you’re drunk. Go to sleep.”
He’s quiet for a beat, though his hand doesn’t stop moving. “What if I want you t’take advantage of me while m’drunk?”
Chris scoffs, his voice raising just a bit. “I’m not entertaining that. You’ll regret it in the morning and I’m–”
“I won’t regret it in the mor–”
“And what makes you so sure of that, huh?”
“Didn’t regret it last time.”
It’s Chris’ turn to be quiet for a moment, his volume lowering once more when he speaks again. “We were both drunk last time.”
“So what? You need to go do a couple shots?”
“No, that wouldn’t–”
“Do you regret it?”
“ No .” The incredulous tone and rushed answer seem to surprise them both, Leon’s hand stilling and silence filling the air around them. Chris’ eyes open and he looks down at Leon again who looks back up at him with a light shrug.
“Then I really don’t see the problem here.” He presses himself closer to Chris’ side, one leg wrapping around Chris’ and his hand trailing a bit lower to run along his stomach just above his waistband. He’s so warm. His pinky extends, reaching over the waistband as he rubs, both of them now painfully aware of the way it rises with the taut fabric each time his hand glides past Chris’ navel.
Chris sighs, his gaze breaking from Leon’s as his brows knit together again. He shouldn’t , not with Leon as drunk as he is but these days when wasn’t Leon drunk like this? And he would have given up already if he didn’t actually want to, right? Wouldn’t have waited for Chris to come back to bed and pressed up against him like this and tried so hard to convince him.
“Chris–” Their eyes meet again and Leon falls quiet, just looking at him with unrestrained desire in his eyes.
“You want this?” He murmurs back finally.
“Yeah, Chris, I do.” Leon nods back eagerly.
He shifts his weight a bit, pushing himself up onto his shoulder as he turns to face Leon a little more, causing the other man’s head to slide off it and back down onto the pillow. “You’re sure? Like, absolutely positive this is what you want? I’m not getting shit for this in the morning?”
“Yes, yes, m’positive. How many times do I have to–” Leon doesn’t get the chance to finish his complaint before Chris’ lips are crashing into his own and the rest of his body is sliding off Chris as he pushes himself up onto his hands and knees. Their lips meet again and again, pressing hard into each other and almost feverish in their heat, and even though Leon’s tongue is probing at Chris’ lips almost immediately, it takes a good few minutes before he finally relents and lets his lips part. His tongue still tastes of cheap whiskey, and Chris thinks he might’ve complained if he didn’t know with certainty that his still tastes of smoke.
With how eager Leon is, his hands already roaming along his torso again and his legs parting to let Chris work his knee between them, Chris is starting to wonder just when this idea crossed his mind. Had he been thinking about making this proposal while Chris was out on the balcony? Or was it while he snuck in here when he was supposed to be on the couch? Or had he already made his decision with that grin he gave while calling dibs on his bed back in the car? He wasn’t sure, any of them made reasonable sense and regardless of when the urge struck it had led them to now so he supposes it doesn’t matter.
What does matter is the way the man beneath him is practically moaning into his mouth, all worked up on his own thoughts and Chris’ kisses and the gentle hand Chris is running up his bare torso. His own fingers follow Leon’s lead from before, tracing over his muscles delicately, cupping his pec, and gliding his fingertips over the scar that runs just beneath it. He’d been trying his best not to stare too hard as he undressed Leon before, but the time for respectfully avoiding admiring his body had passed and Chris had full intentions of making up for what his eyes missed out on with his hands now.
He’s the one to pull back from the kiss, much to Leon’s displeasure given the whine, but he keeps his mouth busy kissing along his stubbled jawline, working his way down to kiss eagerly at Leon’s neck.
“You’re such a tease …” Leon groans, his hips pushing down to try and make better contact with that knee parting his thighs while a hand reaches up to run through Chris’s short hair.
“Yeah okay,” Chris rolls his eyes, kisses down to the junction of Leon’s neck and shoulder, “ I’m the tease, sure.” He bites down on the spot, teeth scraping along it and drawing blood up just below the skin’s surface as his hand settles on Leon’s hip and holds him steady while his knee slides upwards and presses against his sex.
“ Fuck! ” That hand in his hair tightens as best it can, losing grip of his strands as it fists on the back of his head and presses him in further. Chris chuckles and runs his tongue over the new bruise.
“How’s that for a tease?” His head tilts enough to look up at Leon who scowls in response and raises both hands to grab Chris by the face and bring him back in to kiss. He lets himself be moved willingly, returning the kiss fervently and letting his grip on Leon’s hip loosen while their lips meet. It’s not an act that goes unnoticed, though whether Leon’s hips grinding down on his thigh is a conscious motion or not, Chris can’t say.
He uses his free hand to roam Leon’s body once more, keeping lower this time and running it over the swell of his ass and up the back of his thigh, reveling in the soft hums and low groans his touch is provoking, each noise going straight to his cock and making it twitch within its confines. Leon was so vocal, even as muffled by their kiss as he is, and God that lack of contact of his own is really starting to drive Chris crazy.
His hand retracts, planting on the bed beside Leon again as he shifts his weight and uses his other hand to push Leon’s leg aside, giving him the room to slot himself fully between. Leon’s lips break from his for just a moment and Chris can feel them part against his chin as he seems to want to ask, but Chris’ plans are evident enough as he pushes Leon’s thighs back with his torso and lines their hips up, bulge pressing against Leon in a way that has him letting out a moan before their lips can reconnect.
It takes a moment, but they do, another sloppy kiss doing its job of muffling some of their noises as the two of them rut against each other, their racing hearts and frantic movements making the warmth contained by the blankets feel sweltering, though neither of them make moves to correct it. Chris can feel the precum soaking into his boxers with each thrust, and though he can’t reasonably feel it as clothed as he is, he gets the feeling that Leon’s probably equally soaking himself right now, briefs clinging to his wet lips and darkening the front of his sweatpants. The thought makes him groan.
Leon’s hands push on his chest, prompting Chris to hastily break the kiss and lean back a bit, looking down at Leon with concern before the other man’s face scrunches and his hands reach down for Chris’ waistband. “Wearing too much...” He mumbles, torso lifting from the bed as he tries to pull them down as best he can from beneath him.
Chris huffs out a laugh and lifts a hand to push him back down, pulling away from him once he’s settled against the mattress and letting the blankets fall off his back as he rights himself and slips his thumbs under his waistband. “We just done with clothes in general, or…?”
“Yeah, fuck it, right?” Leon shrugs and follows suit, both men sliding off what remained of their clothes before Chris leans back down overtop Leon again.
“I mean,” Chris is grinning, face inches away from Leon’s and his shaft running along Leon’s slit, “I don’t know if we’re quite there yet, but maybe I should just ‘fuck it’, huh?” His hips shift back far enough to drop his head against Leon’s entrance and prod teasingly before he readjusts his angle and just slides his length back and forth through his wet folds.
Leon groans, his eyes rolling at the dumb comment and his hips rolling against Chris’ length. “Stupid.” Is all he gets out around his eager noises, spoken with affection that just has Chris’ grin widening.
There’s a part of him that wants to close the gap between them and kiss Leon again, but Chris is finding himself almost mesmerized by the look on his face and just can’t bring himself to do it. He’s got a dark pink flush spread over his cheeks, his eyes are lidded and lustful and distant, and his lips stand out amongst his stubble, swollen and red and glistening with what was likely a mixture of their spit. He can feel himself throb against Leon’s cunt at the sight and just revels at the way his brows lift and his jaw tightens as he feels it, too.
“C’mon.” He whines, his hands rising and gliding over Chris’ shoulders, fingers locking together behind his neck. There’s so much need in his voice, in the way he’s tugging at Chris’ neck and leaning up off the bed to meet his lips, and as much as Chris doesn’t want to give in, doesn’t want this to end any sooner than it has to, he just can’t resist Leon like this. He pushes Leon back into the kiss and flush on the bed as he pulls his hips back just enough to get himself lined up and begin pushing in.
Leon’s soaked, something that Chris was well aware of as he slid between his slick lips but now has become all the more apparent as he slides in with ease. And he's a moaning mess beneath him, his hands pulling Chris as close as he can down to him and his back arching up to meet him the rest of the way, their chests pressing together and leaving ample room for the rest of their torsos to align as Chris works himself in inch by inch. The kiss is only doing so much to help muffle Leon's sounds, still loud from his throat, and it doesn't last long before Chris is pulling back to allow them both the room to breathe.
" Fuuuck, Chris–!" Leon moans out with his mouth free, his head falling back against the bed as Chris' hips press flush with his own. He's a thing of beauty beneath him, all stretched out and chest heaving with each panting breath, his hips wriggling to try and get movement out of Chris that he's more than happy to oblige.
Chris lets out his own low groan as he sets his pace, slow and even, working nearly the entirety of his length in and out of Leon's warm, wet heat. He leans down and buries his face against the side of Leon's extended neck, teeth bared against his flesh as his slow pace gradually works its way up in speed, an unintentional change that both of them seem to be more than happy with given the movement in Leon's hips and the way his head turns to pant and moan against Chris' hair.
"You feel so fuckin' good." Chris practically growls out against Leon's throat, his hot breath pulling a shudder and a moan out of the man beneath him and nothing more. And Chris doesn't expect a verbal response, he's getting more than enough through his moaning and the clenching of his cunt.
He stays pressed up against Leon as long as he can, hips pistoning away into him as he both listens and feels every moan vibrate through his throat, but eventually he does have to straighten up and pull away. As he does he's sure he's going to mourn the loss of contact but fuck does Leon look good all splayed and blissed out below him like that. Chris uses the change in position to take hold of Leon's thighs and push them back further, thankful–for once–for his ridiculous antics and the flexibility they’ve given him.
There are clearly words on the tip of Leon's tongue at the change in angle, but they die into nothing but a loud groan in his throat, his jaw slack and his lips parted as he takes the pleasure Chris was giving him. This angle is working a lot better for Chris, too, giving him the space to pick up his pace a little and let the sound of their skin slapping together with each thrust mingle in the air with Leon's moaning.
"Oh Leon– fuck– you're squeezing me so tight." Calling attention to it only seems to make him bear down harder and Chris moans at the sensation, his pace slowing for just a moment to let Leon keep clenching around him. One of his hands drops from Leon's thigh down between their bodies, its thumb collecting slick drooling out around his cock and bringing it up to ease the friction of circling his clit.
"Ahh–sh-shit–!" Leon's hips shake beneath him and one of his hands flies down between his legs, stopping just short of reaching out for Chris'. The other flies upward at the same time, a bent knuckle sliding between his teeth.
"This good?" Chris doesn't stop as he asks and it's a good thing he doesn't as Leon's eager nodding comes almost instantly. A light tremble has set into his torso, and his eyes have screwed shut and that hand near Chris' inches forward, his fingers sliding into the spaces between Chris' and curling to grip them just slightly. Really good, it seems.
Chris can feel the heat rising in his stomach and with the mess Leon's devolving into beneath him he gets the sense that Leon's getting close too. He lets his pace work back up, even as Leon keeps clenching down around him, and only pauses his ministrations on his clit to bring more of his slick up to aid. It only takes a few moments back at the quick snapping of his hips for Leon's other hand to leave his mouth and fly down to join the other in keeping Chris' hand in place.
" Oh my God– Chris–I–" The words are broken up but they do the job good enough.
"Mhm," Chris hums, keeping up just as he has and letting Leon ride out his orgasm, fully body shuddering and moaning beneath him, "There you go."
The way his walls quiver around him is something else and Chris isn't going to be surprised if he gets a noise complaint with how loud Leon's being but he hardly finds himself caring about anything other than drinking in everything Leon's giving him until he falls slack against the bed. It's only then that he lets his thumb slide away from his throbbing clit and slows his pace enough to lean down and press soft kisses along Leon's jawline, not wanting to disrupt his panting for breath.
"I'm gonna keep going, okay?" He mumbles against his skin.
"Mhmm…" Leon hums back.
"M'almost done and then we'll get some sleep." He presses one last kiss on the corner of Leon's mouth before sitting back up and resuming the thrusting of his hips. Leon's walls still shudder around him, waves of overstimulation from Chris' cock dragging through his spent sex still, though he doesn't seem to mind it, soft noises escaping his throat as he slowly regains his breath. Fuck, even this was hot, that blissed out sleepy smile and the way his body still reacted to the fucking he was getting.
Chris groans low, feeling his own orgasm fast approaching, and bottoms out once, twice more before he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and pulls out completely. His free hand smoothes over Leon's thigh as he jerks himself off the rest of the way, another low moan leaving his lips as he finally tips over and spills across Leon's stomach. He's hardly paying attention to where the thick white ropes land, so focused on riding out his own pleasure that his eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back towards the ceiling. It’s not until he feels the last few fall along his knuckles that he thinks to look back down.
Leon has most definitely passed out beneath him, his breathing soft and slow and his body limp and relaxed. He's also most definitely covered in Chris' cum, which is absolutely no way to leave him, even as much as Chris wants to just flop down beside him and pass out as well. He lets himself sit back on his heels for a few moments before he's carefully maneuvering off the bed and getting a towel to clean both himself and Leon up.
Chris doesn't bother to check the time once he's got everything in order, doesn't even bother to sate that itch for another cigarette before climbing into bed beside Leon and pulling the covers over them both. He doesn't need to know how little sleep he's getting tonight, that's a problem for tomorrow, along with anything else.
Leon wakes with a groan, rolling away from the light spilling in through the window and stuffing his face into the pillow beneath his head. It takes a minute to process the action, takes his hand fisting the sheets around him and pulling them tighter to his form to realize that he’s in bed. Had he made it home last night? That didn’t feel right… this didn’t feel right, his bed wasn’t nearly this comfortable, didn’t smell nearly this good. Honestly, if it weren’t for the familiar scent embedded in the pillow he’d buried himself in, he’d have assumed he got picked up at the bar, would have leapt up from the covers and scrambled for his clothes and ducked out before whoever else was there had the chance to come back. But he knew who this smell belonged to,
Chris .
Yeah, that made a lot more sense. Leon hums into the pillow as snippets of last night come back to him slowly. He remembers being ushered out of the bar, remembers arguing with Chris on the drive, remembers slinking away the moment Chris turned his back to curl up in his bed like this, and remembers the way Chris’ rhythmic thrusting had rocked Leon right to sleep. He smiles against the pillow. The night had turned out better than he’d hoped. But with the return of the memories came a familiar throbbing in his head and that smile sinks from his face almost as quick as it’d appeared as he groans a muffled curse into the pillow.
He’s so caught up in his own head that the gentle hand stroking his hair makes him jump and he chooses to ignore the way Chris laughs from somewhere behind him and keeps his face buried away.
“Morning, sunshine.” Chris greets him anyway. Leon replies with yet another groan. “Can you even breathe in there?”
On a technicality, the answer could be yes, but Leon doesn’t have the strength to put up that argument for now so he just rolls over onto his back and winces as he opens his eyes. Chris is standing beside the bed, with how Leon’s rolled he’s hovering practically over top of him, and is looking down at Leon with a soft, affectionate smile. He’s also–unfortunately–got clothes on, having donned a simple t-shirt and shorts in the time he’d been up.
“How’d you sleep?” His hand brushes Leon’s fringe away from his face.
“Like shit.” Leon grumbles. If he were being fully honest, this was the best night’s sleep he’d gotten in a while, but these days even his best rests felt like shit so he didn’t bother with the specification.
“Some coffee and breakfast might help?” Chris offers and Leon just sighs, bringing his hands up to rub at his eyes.
“Bottle of whiskey and a sledgehammer to the head might help more.”
“Best I can do is ibuprofen.”
“You’re no fun.” His hands fall away from his face and as his eyes open again he realizes Chris has offered his hand, which Leon gratefully takes, letting the other man do the work of sitting him up.
Chris turns away as Leon grumbles about his head, turning back with a pair of boxers and a loose tee that he places in Leon’s lap. “Not sure if you’re in the mood for a shower, but either way you can put these on when you’re ready and meet me in the kitchen. I’m gonna get started on food.”
Leon blinks down at the clothes. Even folded as they are he can tell this shirt’s going to be big on him. Clearly not his clothes. “Where’s my shit?”
“In the wash. Figured I’d do you a favor and clean that jacket of yours finally.”
He rolls his eyes and waits for Chris to walk away before letting that smile creep back onto his face. “Asshole.” He mumbles to himself.
Even the shower at Chris’ place feels nicer than his own, but maybe that’s just how showers feel after everything that had happened since early this morning. Leon doesn’t know, tells himself he doesn’t care, just sighs and stands there until the water beating down on his back starts to turn cold. He’s right about Chris’ clothes, too, can’t help but snort out a laugh as he looks at himself in the steamed bathroom mirror. He looks like a lanky teen again, a miserable lanky teen nursing a wicked hangover after a good dicking. Framed like that he doesn’t think his situation sounds quite so miserable anymore.
Leon finds Chris in the kitchen, right where he said he’d be, hovered over the stove where he’s tending to a pan of scrambled eggs. He glances up when he hears the footsteps behind him, his mouth twisting and his head swiveling back around to try and conceal the grin Leon knows he saw cross his lips.
“Yeah, whatever.” Leon rolls his eyes, makes his way over to the coffee pot to make use of the mug clearly set out for him. “I look ridiculous, I know. It’s not my fault you’re built like a brick shithouse.”
Chris shrugs. “If you don’t like it, you can always take it off.” He’s let that grin come out in full force with his back to Leon, he can hear it in his tone.
Leon clicks his tongue. “Always trying to get me naked, huh, Redfield?”
“That’s not–”
“You pick me up all vulnerable and drunk late at night, undress me and put me in your bed, have your way with me even after I’ve fallen asleep, and now you’re trying to get me undressed again the next morning?” Mug held between his hands, Leon moves over to lean against the counter next to Chris.
“Hey, you–” That grin has been replaced with a firm scowl, one that only softens as he looks over at Leon and spots the grin he’s sporting now.
Leon kicks at his leg lightly with the side of his foot. “Kidding, Chris.” He raises his mug to his lips, speaking against the rim as he shrugs. “Unless you are putting the moves on me for round two.”
Chris sighs and shakes his head, returning his attention back to the pan. “You need to get food in you before we even think about that.”
“Ah! So it is on the mind!” Leon teases and Chris shoots him a dumb, half-restrained smile as he shakes his head.
“Go sit at the table, I’m almost done here.”
And maybe Chris is onto something, because Leon can’t deny that it does feel better to have food, coffee, and medicine in him, even if he wouldn’t say it to his face. He gets the sense that he doesn’t have to, either, not with how Chris is looking at him over his own mug of coffee, trying so hard to contain his soft smile.