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Chris sat alone at a table, sipping his third glass of wine that night. He'd tried to mingle with the others, but they all had the same boring, monotonous things to say. Claire was speaking with the captains, and Jill and Carlos were showing off their drunken dance moves. There wasn't much else to do but wait until it was time to leave.
As his eyes scanned the crowd, he spotted on unfamiliar face. A young, blonde man with a big smile and gorgeous eyes, who wore an all black suit with subtle grey accents. He'd barely touched the wine in his hand and looked to be trying to politely deny a clumsy, intoxicated girl a dance.
His lips were a light pink, plump and soft. Chris sat his wine down, glancing over his shoulder, motioning for a colleague. They separated from their group to come over to him.
"Who's that?" He asked as he motioned to the stranger.
"Rookie. Names Leon something."
"The hell is he doing here already?"
"Apparently he did some serious work in Raccoon City and saved a bunch of people. He's good." A few voices called the other back. The two men shared brief goodbyes.
When Chris turned back, Leon was alone, looking around absolutely clueless. He sniffed his wine, taking a small sip. It was cute.
Chris finished off his own wine and made his way over to introduce himself.
Leon greeted him with a smile, looking up at him with bright, fresh eyes. He must've been a rookie to still look so sure of himself.
They shook hands. "I'm Leon. Leon Kennedy."
"Redfield. Chris."
"Redfield?"
"Got a sister."
Leon made an 'ah' noise and left it at that. He awkwardly sipped his wine some more, scrunching his nose. Chris couldn't keep in his laugh. "You don't like that wine, do you?"
The blonde chuckled, shaking his head in defeat. "No. Do I not have a good poker face?"
"Hell no. I could see you struggling from halfway across the room."
Leon laughed this time, covering his mouth. "Shit. Guess I gotta get better at that if I'm gonna be in the field."
"Don't worry. You got other things going for you." Chris said shamelessly. The rookie gave him a curious look. "Really?" He asked naively. God, this was too good.
"Yeah."
"Like what?" He asked, chipper and proud.
"Well, despite how much trouble you had taking down that wine, all I could think about was those lips of yours taking care of me in the bathroom of this place."
Leon went bright red.
Chris didnt know if the rookie was even interested in guys, but he didn't care. He was tired of seeing cute guys and never taking the opportunity to hit on them. Especially a guy as attractive as the one in front of him.
The blonde was looking anywhere but the other's face, clearing his throat. Chris didn't know what to make of it.
"Now that's a real bad poker face." He teased.
Leon finally looked back up at him, desperately trying to calm himself down. It wasn't working.
"Maybe I'd have a better one if my face was between your legs, then." He shot back. Chris didn't know what he expected from him, but it certainly wasn't that. He had a mouth on him. He liked that.
"Hm. Come on, then." Chris nodded towards the bathroom, leading the way.
When they got inside, Leon locked the door behind them.
"What if a poor guys gotta take a piss?"
"He can hold it."
Leon stared at him, unsure of where to start. Chris smirked, walking into the biggest stall in the bathroom, opening the door. "You first."
The rookie scoffed. "What a gentleman."
Even though the other door was locked, the agent still locked the stall. There was a decent amount of room, but Leon still felt trapped. He wanted everything that was about to happen - nerves just ate away at him. This guy looked like he could tear him in half.
"So you gonna blow me or what?"
"Maybe if you weren't so brash I'd do more than just blow you."
Leon took off his jacket, hanging it up over the stall. He rolled up the sleeves of his undershirt and dropped to his knees, looking up at his hookup with an unimpressed glare. Chris loved that look.
The blonde started to unzip the other's pants, cheeks turning a light pink despite how badly he was trying to hide it. He let his pants fall to his ankles before tugging his boxers down, eyes widening slightly at the sight of the man's cock. He was already half hard, and certainly not lacking in size.
Chris chuckled to himself, running his hand through the rookie's pretty blonde hair. "You impressed?"
Leon just wanted the cocky motherfucker to shut the hell up at that point. He wrapped his lanky fingers around the man's cock, slowly stroking him until he was fully hard.
Then he wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, sucking softly, eyes slipping shut.
Chris let out an appreciative sigh as he leaned against the tile wall, watching the other man get to work.
Leon sunk down, taking half of his cock into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around his shaft and used his hand to stroke the part his mouth wasn't taking just yet. Drool spilled past his lips as he bobbed his head at a quick pace, gagging every so often.
As Chris started to let out soft moans, the blonde decided to open his eyes, looking up at him sweetly. The other tugged at his hair which made Leon whine, causing Chris's hips to buck and hit the back of his throat. The rookie took it like a champ, keeping his eyes glued to him.
"Now that's....ah....a poker face." The agent managed out between moans.
He felt himself getting close, heat rising in his stomach. He tugged harder at the blonde hair tangled around his fingers, rolling his head back.
"Shit. Close."
Leon didn't stop. He kept his rythm, pride in his chest as he watched the way Chris's face twisted in pleasure. The loud moans that echoed of the walls as he approached his orgasm drove him crazy.
Chris groaned as he came inside Leon's mouth, things twitching slightly.
The other kept his lips wrapped around his cock until every last drop was down his throat. He swallowed loudly, then pulled off the other with a loud 'pop' sound.
As Chris softly panted, the other stood up, wiping the spit from his lips. He flashed him a smirk.
"You impressed?" He shot back his own words. Redfield swore he felt his pants tighten again.
Leon went to grab his jacket, but Chris stopped him, readjusting their position and pushing the shorter man against the wall, hand tight around the collar of his shirt. The rookie looked at him in surprise.
"Let me fuck you." Chris grunted.
Leon chuckled softly. "You wanna fuck me in the bathroom?"
He nodded.
"How bad?"
"Excuse me?"
This kid was full of surprises.
"Tell me how bad you wanna fuck me." He hummed, tracing the stitching of the man's suit, a sly look in his eyes.
Chris stayed quiet, searching for some kind of answer in Leon's eyes. Was he really about to do this?
"I wanna..I want. I want you to wrap your legs around me. Wanna rip those god damn pants off of you, fuck you until you can't hold yourself up. Fuck you so hard you get that cute little blush back cause you're walking so god damn funny in front of everyone when I'm done with you."
Leon had lust in his eyes, mouth hanging open as he listened to the way the other spoke. He gently pushed him off, swiping Chris's phone from his pocket.
"I'll let you fuck me." The blonde hummed, typing something in the other's phone. When he was done, he put it back in his pocket. He grabbed the man's jaw, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek. "...Another time." He cruelly chuckled, grabbing his jacket and unlocking the stall door.
Chris followed behind him, sloppily zipping up his pants. "The hell do you mean?"
Leon unlocked the bathroom door, smiling back at him.
"I gave you my number, Redfield. Always gotta make the real good ones wanting more. Don't you know?"
With that, he left the bathroom, leaving Chris pining and believing he just fell in love from a blowjob and some attitude.