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May, 1998. The weather was warm with a small breeze that cascaded down the mountain tops of the Arklay Mountains. Things were peaceful, the people of Raccoon City went about their business as usual, flipping the lights and their days. The people moved about the city as the morning picked up, everybody had to work. The bridges were bustling as people on bikes, in cars, or on foot were making their way to their respective jobs, some Raccoon Police Officers were directing traffic over the bridges to stop traffic from clogging up. Raccoon City was located in an area where the Marble, Circular, and Aimes Rivers meet, so bridges were mainly the only way of getting in and out of the city.
Up in the S.T.A.R.S office of the Raccoon City Police Department, the elite members of the Special Tactics and Rescue Services division of the RPD were settling in for the morning. The task force was given the day shifts (thank god) unless they had an operation. The newest S.T.A.R.S member was a 21 year old man, Leon S. Kennedy. Fresh out of the police academy, his skills were unmatched. The blonde was top of his class, and he set the bar high. Not even the second in the class could hold a candle to his skills. Naturally being at the top of his class, he could essentially choose where he’d like to go for his first job. After hearing about the grizzly murders in the Arklay Mountains, Leon requested to head to Raccoon City. S.T.A.R.S was eager about the rookie and wanted him before he could even join the normal force. His skills were wanted, Leon’s physical prowess and high intellect made him a hot commodity.
Leon sat at his desk, placing his cup of coffee on the RPD coaster that the department gave him when he joined. At his S.T.A.R.S orientation, he had to watch a ‘Welcome to S.T.A.R.S!’ video, it was horribly made. But the man who made it? Easily the most attractive man he had ever seen in his life, the point man of S.T.A.R.S Alpha, Chris Redfield. Leon was practically drooling for the entire video until the tape finished and he realized he hadn’t heard a damn thing. Leon cursed himself for immediately falling head over heels for the All-American man himself. Chris and Rebecca Chambers had been the first ones to greet him, they gave him a detailed tour of RPD, ranting about the nuances of having a police department that used to be an art museum. Chris tried to make the new boy laugh by posing as the unicorn statue that was in the lounge on the first floor. Leon was flustered as all hell, Chris was good looking and so kind-hearted. The point man easily could’ve thrown Leon to the wolves and left him to eventually slip up and incur the wrath of Captain Wesker. Or the arguably scarier, Jill Valentine. Leon was definitely wary of Wesker, but there was an aura around Jill that made him feel like if he got on her bad side, he wouldn’t live to see another day.
Leon pulled out the stack of paperwork that he had put in his desk from the night before, he inwardly groaned as the stack hit the desk, making a loud thump. Leon plopped down and ran a hand through his hair, ready to dive in and get to work for the day.
“Hey, Rookie!” a familiar voice called,
Leon’s head turned like an excited puppy as Chris had walked in through the S.T.A.R.S office doors. Chris was wearing his normal uniform, the green vest was the most striking part of the earthy-toned outfit. Chris had neat, short hair and the most beautiful brown doe-eyes that Leon had ever seen. God, he was fucked. Leon tried not to look at the older man’s well built body, and tall frame. The last thing Leon wanted was to get caught checking out Chris. He was already sure Rebecca knew he liked men, Leon could cover it up nicely given he swung both ways and had a girlfriend before he came to Raccoon City. But, the short haired medic gave him a wink one day that easily meant ‘your secret is safe with me.’ Leon genuinely didn’t know how she figured it out, he wasn’t even looking in Chris’ direction. Maybe it was how he looked? Should he change his hair? Or maybe is it how he dresses?
“Morning, Kennedy, how’re you doing?” Chris planted a hand on Leon’s desk and leaned over him, “you look tired, late night?”
“Hi, Redfield,” Leon hoped to god he sounded normal, “I stayed late last night to get through some more paperwork.”
“You should make sure you take care of yourself, and I don't want you to have to miss any work. I’d hate to see your desk empty,” Chris smiled, suave as usual,
Chris had plopped at his desk, leaning back in his chair as he stared at the various knicknacks on his desk. Some discs, books, binders, and of course whatever else he could look at to avert his eyes from Leon. Chris was trying to hide his attraction towards the younger man desperately, praying that he wouldn’t catch on. Jill had been grilling him during their lunch hour about asking Leon out. Chris would blush furiously and wave Jill off, wanting to hide somewhere in the station until the blush that ran from his cheeks to his chest had finally disappeared. Once he saw the new S.T.A.R.S Rookie, he was absolutely mortified that the man was going to have to sit through the godawful introductory video that he was forced to make to welcome the new S.T.A.R.S members.
“Chris, are you alright?” Leon questioned gently,
Chris snapped back to reality,
“Uh– yeah sorry just… lost in thought”
“‘Made in Heaven,’ that’s Queen, right?” Leon smiled, looking at the brown leather jacket that sat on a hook behind Chris' desk, above a guitar for whatever odd reason...
Chris felt like he could pop a boner from that smile alone, it looked so beautiful, so real, and so goddamn hot. Chris began to imagine that smile on Leon’s face if Leon was on his knees, looking up at Chr-
“Yeah, it’s Queen,” Chris coughed, “my little sister has a matching red one, she proclaimed red as her ‘color’ when we were kids.”
Thank god Leon was sitting in his desk chair because he would’ve folded instantly. Anything that came out of Chris’ ears were like smooth velvet to Leon, just so beautiful. Leon tried to sputter out a response, but nothing came. People said he was awkward around women? Well they haven’t seen him around men, he was a fumbling idiot. And he knew Chris could see how crimson red he is.
Chris quickly got up, went to the water cooler, and came back with a styrofoam cup of water and placed it on Leon’s desk, then he gently leaned forward to unzip Leon’s blue S.T.A.R.S vest that was issued to him.
“Easy now, Leon. Take a swig of water, you look like you’ve got scarlet fever,” Chris tried to joke, but was internally panicking that he made Leon uncomfortable somehow.
Leon was on cloud nine, all that was going through his head was ’He said my name!’ over and over again. The poor boy was short circuiting. Leon was aware again once Rebecca was flashing a pen light in his eyes. He winced, not liking the light shining into his face,
“Hey, why don’t we go for a walk or something? It gets hot in this office, maybe let’s get you some fresh air? We can head to the shooting gallery?” Chris said, eyeing Leon with a concerned gaze.
“I think that’s a perfect idea, Chris. While you two are out after shooting, how about a coffee run?”
Chris and Leon both internally thanked Rebecca, she was silently rooting for both of them and gave them an opportunity to be alone together. Both of them were revering Rebecca as a god in their minds. Leon could only muster a nod before hopping to his feet a little two quick. Chris got up at the same time and, to avoid looking at the blushing mess of blue eyes in front of him, went around to scribble down everyone’s coffee orders; he didn't understand how Rebecca could have a coffee so sweet, caramel? whipped cream? and chocolate chips? insanity. The two of them left towards the shooting range, trying to make idle chatter along the way.
“You know, I won an award here for ‘best shooter’? One of my proudest achievements here, I managed to beat Captain Wesker,” Chris smiled,
“That doesn’t surprise me, you seem to be good at everything,” Leon replied,
“I can train you, you’ll get that award later this year, sounds good?” Chris looked down at the younger man, tenderly.
“Really?” Leon beamed.
Chris nodded as he held open the door to the range, gesturing for Leon to walk in. Leon said a quick ‘thank you’ and skittered inside.
The two of them got their firearms, and lined up at their respective stalls. They decided to do a few rounds of shooting against each other. Leon squared his shoulders after slipping the noise canceling headphones over his ears, getting into the same weaver stance that the police academy taught him. They nodded to each other and began firing. Chris had won that round, landing a few more headshots than Leon. When they unloaded their clips, both of them took off their headphones to chat.
“Would you mind if I helped you with your form? I think I might have a few tips for you,” Chris informed,
“Y-Yeah sure,” Leon stuttered
Chris leaned back against the end of his stall before speaking, “So given by your stance, you’re using the standard ‘Weaver Stance’ which is probably what they taught you in the academy, right?”
Leon nodded, Chris took that as his cue to continue, “that stance gives you a good push-pull grip so you can push with the firing arm, and then pull with the support arm to sort of negate some of the recoil. But, if you use the tactical stance, you don’t expose any weak points,”
Leon was awestruck, “Tactical stance?” he questioned.
“Yeah, the tactical stance is a modified weaver stance they taught me in the air force. Instead of blading your body like you were doing, you can keep yourself square to the target. All you do is slightly put that firing foot back a bit, then you can get that sweet spot for perfect balance. Want me to show you? It’s just a quick modification of your current stance.”
Leon was going to combust, Chris was about to help him with his stance which means he was going to touch him. Leon nodded eagerly, maybe a bit too eagerly. Chris flashed a wry smile before standing behind Leon. Chris moved up against Leon’s neck, slightly towering over him,
“Square your shoulders, yeah- like that,” Chris gently placed his hands on Leon’s shoulders to straighten them.
“And then move this leg,” Chris decided to be bold and slide his hand down Leon’s side and onto his right thigh, gently tapping it to nudge it back.
Leon didn’t mean to– he really didn't– but he let out the softest whimper when Chris had touched his leg. He was begging a higher power to make sure Chris didn’t hear that. He also begged the higher power to not let Chris see that he was sporting a very noticeable erection.
“Mhm,” Leon murmured, trying to make it less awkward,
“And just move your feet a little wider,” Chris gently slotted a leg between Leon to widen his stance,
Chris knew exactly what he was doing. He heard that small whimper, and given that he was taller than Leon, he saw the boner the younger man was sporting.
“There you go, good boy,” Chris whispered right next to Leon’s ear,
Leon was about to lose his mind, no way could he form a coherent thought with Chris Redfield’s fucking thigh borderline against his crotch. He flushed deeper, glad that Chris had unzipped his vest or he might've gone into heat exhaustion.
Chris was worried he had taken it too far given the lack of reaction from the younger man, he went to withdraw his hand from Leon’s side until he felt another gloved hand keeping his there,
“Y-You can keep your hand there,” Leon whispered,
“Do you want more? No hard feelings if you don’t. Just tell me,” Chris spoke softly, not wanting to pressure Leon into anything he wasn’t ready for. But, Chris was 99.9% sure that Leon was just as into him, as he was to Leon.
“I–Please,” Leon’s head dropped, nodding softly,
“Hey, look at me,” Chris spun Leon around as gently as he could and hooked his hand under the younger boy’s chin, “Do you want this?” Chris leaned in, his lips oh so very close to Leon’s lips, “Use your words for me.”
“Yes, please,” Leon begged.
Chris didn’t hesitate, pressing his lips to the smaller man’s and gently gripping his waist. Chris moved his leg forward from its place nestled against Leon and made the man step back a few feet until his back collided with the counter of the stall they were crowding into.
Chris kept kissing, and running his hands along Leon’s body, trying desperately to feel every inch of him, like he had been wanting to do for over a month now. Leon had been kissing back just as feverishly, giving kitten licks to Chris’ lower lip until he could gain access to the brunet’s mouth. Both of them were letting out soft gasps, taking in a little air, and then immediately going back to playing tonsil hockey. Chris took it one step further and nudged his leg against Leon’s crotch, taking the opportunity to kiss down his neck and suck at his pulse when Leon had tilted his head back to gasp.
Leon hadn’t even realized he was panting and letting out soft moans until Chris was sucking on his neck and Leon realized he had been grinding on Chris’ leg. It felt so good, too good, he didn’t want to blow his load too early but he had been wanting this so bad and Chris was making him feel so heavenly. They kept this up for a good while and Leon laced one finger into Chris’ hair and let the other trail down to the waistband of Chris’ pants, pawing at the belt. All the sensations were blurring together, Chris’ thick leg muscles grinding into his crotch, Leon grinding down to meet Chris, the bruises being sucked into his neck, how he felt like he was going to melt and he hadn’t even gotten a hand into Chris’ pants. Leon came, letting out shuddery moans and nearly losing his balance as he was riding out his high on Chris’ leg like a bitch in heat.
Chris captured Leon’s lips with his own, not wanting the boy to get too loud to the point where they would be caught, but wanted to help prolong the pleasure. He gently gripped Leon’s hips with one hand, grinding the boy down further onto his thigh, and used the other hand to stabilize the two of them since Leon looked like he was about to topple over.
Once Chris heard the whimpers of overstimulation, he removed his thigh from between Leon’s legs and moved to just hold his waist with both hands,
“Felt good, huh?” Chris mused, pressing soft kisses to the sides of Leon’s eyes as tears had started to gather, “You did so good for me, sweetheart,” Chris couldn’t help but praise him, Leon was like a puppy.
“B-But you didn’t get to–”
“Don’t worry about that. Why don’t we get you cleaned up in the bathroom, zip up that vest to hide your neck since I got a bit excited, sorry, and get the others their coffee before they get suspicious. Then, we’ll get some dinner and pick up where we left off? Does that sound good, baby?”
“So fucking good,” Leon groaned, still panting from trying to catch his breath.
“Atta boy. Come on,” Chris outstretched his hand, waiting for Leon to take it,
Leon took the outstretched hand, squeezing it softly.