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Chris had been in the Air Force; he didn’t need to be told that their relationship had to be kept a secret. It was implicit. He’d been discharged under Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell himself. He knew. He knew they had to keep things quiet, and yet he couldn’t help the jealousy.
It had started in the morning when the cute girl behind the counter at some coffee shop wrote her number on Albert’s cup and handed it over with a wink. Albert had smiled that charming but fake smile that was reserved for civilians as he took a sip before they left the shop. Chris couldn’t help the way his jaw clenched nor how his own smile faltered as he watched his lover’s lips touch the tainted cup. It was pathetic. He wanted to knock the cup out of Albert’s hand or swap their drinks at least. He didn’t. He’d seen what happened when his captain was deprived of coffee, the others didn’t deserve to suffer because of Chris’ pride. So, he swallowed it down and sulked as they got into their separate cars to head to the station. Together but separate.
It got worse when the desk sergeant, a pretty young thing with red hair, was all too happy to greet Albert as they passed through. Chris gritted his teeth as Albert stopped. Sure, they were early but there was no need to stop. Chris slowed his steps; he had no excuse to stop too. He couldn’t do anything but slowly make his way towards the west wing and listen to the desk sergeant giggle at every little thing Albert said. Funny or not, she giggled, and Chris couldn’t even blame her. Even if it made him grind his teeth. He couldn't drag it out anymore, he rounded the corner and the giggles faded.
Chris was at his desk when Captain Wesker entered the STARS office, his back to the door as he talked to Barry. For a brief moment he’d forgotten his jealousy as he went over his plans for his turn on babysitting duty. He liked taking the girls so Barry and his wife could have a date night, he liked spoiling them. Moira and Polly were sweet girls, well behaved and spirited. They reminded him of Claire. “I’m serious Chris, you can’t give in just because they ask nicely.” Barry scolded with a laugh and a nudge to Chris’ shoulder, Chris chuckled and nodded.
“Alright, alright. They can only have ice cream for dinner if they ask really nicely.” Chris said with a sagely nod, the cheeky grin on his face drew a groan from Barry.
“You’re going to ruin my girls.” He groused with no bite; Chris almost missed the door to Captain Wesker’s office clicking closed as he laughed. Almost.
“Yes, yes, I am. That’s why I’m their favourite uncle.” Chris spun his chair towards his desk as Barry shook his head fondly and turned to his own. The captain was in his office, which meant work had to start. Still Chris chanced a glance over his shoulder to the office. Wesker was already reading some file. Chris huffed quietly to himself as he turned to his own desk again. If Albert hadn’t stopped to talk to the desk sergeant Chris could have stolen a kiss before they came into the office.
By the time the day was finished, Chris had calmed down. He knew he shouldn’t be jealous; he knew that people would hit on Albert. He was an insanely attractive single man after all, who with eyes wouldn’t shoot their shot? The jealousy had shifted to a numb sort of sadness. “You coming to Jack’s?” Jill asked as she pulled on her coat. Chris spun his chair to face his friend, eyes catching on their captain, still working in his office before he smiled guiltily.
“Not tonight, still got to finish this report.” He chuckled weakly as he nodded to the papers on his desk.
“You’re still not done? Do you want me to stay?” Jill asked in a hushed tone, concern etched on her face.
“No, no,” Chris waved her off with a smile “I’m nearly done-”
“Redfield. My office.” The two officers snapped to attention as Captain Wesker’s voice cut through their conversation. The two of them looking over Jill’s shoulder to see the captain stood in the door of his office, arms folded over his chest. Jill shot Chris a sympathetic smile as she did up her coat and, patted his shoulder and mouthed ‘Sorry’ before slipping from the office. Chris stood up as the door clicked shut behind her.
“Sorry sir, I’ll finish the repo-” Chris was cut off again, this time by lips on his. Albert caught him by the belt loops and pulled him close as he crushed their lips together in a bruising kiss. Chris melted into the contact, his arms immediately winding their way around Albert’s shoulders as he finally got what he’d wanted all day. Chris couldn’t help but chase the older man’s lips as he pulled back, earning him a soft chuckle. This close, Chris could see the faint wrinkling around Albert’s eyes peeking out from behind his shades as he chuckled. Chris wanted to kiss the lines.
“Finish that report so we can go home already, Christopher.” Albert ordered with a quirk of his lip as he let go of Chris.
“Sir, yes, sir.” Chris breathed out as he watched Albert retreat into his office, all but jogging back to his desk to finish his paperwork as quickly as he could.
The kiss gave Chris the momentum he needed to finish his work in record time. As Chris pulled on his jacket, Albert came out of his office, his own jacket already on. “Ready?” Albert asked with a raised brow and an amused smirk. Chris quickly stuffed his keys into his pocket.
“Yeah, all done and filed away.” Chris couldn’t help but place a quick kiss on Albert’s cheek as he passed him to the door.
“Good boy.” The whispered praise made Chris fumble with the door handle, heat spreading across his cheeks and the back of his neck. Albert’s quiet chuckle didn’t help matters. It was a shame that Chris had to open the door and act like nothing had happened. It was a real shame that the desk sergeant was still on duty when they crossed the main hall and called out for Albert to have a safe drive home. Chris clenched his jaw again; his hands stuffed in his pockets as Albert thanked her. By the time they made it down to the parking garage, Chris was tempted to drive to his own apartment instead of Albert’s. He was being pathetic and he knew it, but he couldn’t help it. “Drive safe, Redfield.” Albert’s professional tone didn’t help as he climbed into his own car. He knew why, he knew the jail entrance was right there. He knew someone was just on the other side of that door and yet. It hurt. Chris grunted as he got into his own car, knuckles tight on the wheel as he pulled out.
Chris should have gone to his own apartment; he should have stopped overreacting. There were a lot of things Chris should have done. He should have known better than to get into a relationship with his superior officer. His male superior officer. He should have kept his mouth shut and stayed in the air force. He should have been a better son, a better brother. He should… Chris sighed as he pulled his keys from the ignition. He never did what he should, why would he start now he thought as he got out of is car. Albert was already by the door to the complex, waiting for him. The elevator ride up was quiet, Chris leant on the back wall, watching the numbers tick up to Albert’s floor while the older man watched him.
It wasn’t until the lock was flicked closed behind them that Albert broke the silence. “What’s wrong Christopher?” He asked as he turned to face Chris while taking off his jacket. Chris frowned as he looked down at his hands.
“Nothing…” He grumbled under his breath.
“Christopher…”
“I should… I should go-” Chris ducked around Albert, intent on slipping out the door. Albert’s lip twitched in a frown before he grabbed Chris from behind. His arms wrapped around Chris’ abdomen; one hand splayed over his heart as he pulled him back.
“No, you shouldn’t.” He said firmly, lips brushing the nape of Chris’ neck as he spoke. Chris let out a shaky breath. “Talk to me, Dearest.” As if the pet name wasn’t enough to take the strength out of Chris’ legs, Albert placed a soft kiss to the back of his neck.
“It’s stupid…” Chris muttered as he fought the urge to just melt into Albert. To forget everything outside the four walls of his apartment.
“It’s not stupid, not when it’s had you upset all day.” Chris blinked in surprise, the spiral of his thoughts halting at those words. Albert had noticed. Of course he had, he was Albert Wesker, his captain was beyond observant, Chris reminded himself internally. Chris sighed as he hung his head. It really was stupid.
“I… I was jealous… of the girl at the coffee shop and the desk sergeant…” He admitted, his cheeks hot with shame. He was sure his neck would be just as red. Albert hummed softly as he listened, peppering kisses along the heated flesh.
“You thought that I would take them up on their offers?” Albert asked slowly, his voice had that affronted tone he took whenever suggested something truly stupid. Chris felt his breath hitch at the implication. He knew Albert wouldn’t cheat on him. That thought had never even crossed his mind.
“No! No that’s not it!” He rushed out, his hands grasped at Albert’s, pressing them tighter to his own body. “It’s just… I…” Chris sighed as he drew the hand not pressed to his heart higher, bringing it to his lips. He brushed a kiss against the palm of Albert’s hand, the soft hitch of his breath behind him gave Chris the courage to continue. “I’m not jealous of them… I’m jealous they get to express their interest in you so… openly.”
“Ah.” Albert breathed out against his neck before he trailed his lips lower to kiss over Chris’ clothed shoulder.
“Yeah… It’s stupid. I know…” Chris sighed before he nuzzled his face into Albert’s hand to distract himself.
“Oh, Christopher. I did not say that.” Albert said with fond exasperation before he propped his chin on Chris’ shoulder. “You think I don’t get jealous like that too?” Chris blinked at that question; his head tipped towards Albert to see him as the older man rubbed his thumb over Chris’ heart. “That I don’t wish that I could ask you out to dinner as casually as Valentine can? Or talk about our plans for the weekend like you do with Burton?” Chris swore his breath was stuck in his throat. Albert was jealous? Of his friends? That couldn’t be right “That I can’t touch you like they do?” He continued, his hand trailing down to rest at the base of Chris’ neck. “That I don’t wish I could mark you as mine for everyone to see.” He nipped at Chris neck to punctuate his words, mindful of leaving any marks.
Chris slowly turned around to face Albert, his face flushed and eyes misty. Albert cupped his cheek softly, his thumb rubbing soothingly across his cheek just under his eye. Then he leant in, his lips soft yet demanding as he licked into Chris’ mouth. Chris wrapped his arms around Albert’s neck, his hands threading through the ends of his hair. The clay that held it in place was starting to loosen. Chris moaned softly as Albert nipped at his lower lip, his hands trailing down to catch the younger man’s hips. To pull him close as he walked backwards towards his bedroom. Lips never parting till he turned them around to push the younger man down onto the bed.
Chris fumbled with his shirt buttons as he looked up at Albert before abandoning them all together and pulling his shirt up and over his head. Albert chuckled softly at the desperation as he unbuttoned his own shirt and slid it from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor to join Chris’ shirt. With a hand threaded through Chris’ short hair, he tipped his head back to catch his lips in another kiss. Deeper this time, exploring well mapped territory as if he was reminding Chris just who he belonged to. Chris could only whine into the kiss and hold on as Albert did what he wanted. Just how it was meant to be. When the older man pulled back, Chris was panting again, his eyes blown wide with desire. Albert placed a hand in the centre of Chris’ chest and pushed him again, so he was sprawled out on the bed before him. His hands wasted no time in trailing down, normally he would take his time. Get Chris worked up and begging for more. He must have decided that Chris needed a treat, as his hands went straight for his belt. Even then the trail of his fingers across his abdomen was electric, sending shivers down Chris’ spine.
The sight of Albert undoing Chris’ belt for him had his already half hard cock paying full attention. His lust blown eyes just visible beneath his shades as he looked up at Chris. Instead of pulling the pants down right away, he took a moment to palm Chris’ cock through the fabric. Chris moaned at the feeling and gripped the sheets beside him but even then, he couldn’t stop the small thrust of his hips up into Albert’s hand. “Don’t hold back.” Albert said, his voice that low dangerous rumble that had Chris’ cock twitching no matter what he said. He let himself thrust his hips up. “Good boy.” Albert praised as he slid his hand inside of Chris’ pants. Chris bucked his hips again, a groan spilling from his lips at the praise.
Slowly, Albert pushed down Chris’ pants and boxers with his free hand. A satisfied groan rumbling through his chest as he looked down at Chris. He leant down to claim Chris’ lips again, drinking his groans as he wrapped his hand around the younger man’s cock. Chris didn’t even try and stop his hips as he thrust up into Albert’s hand, his own slid into the older man’s hair. To keep him close, to mess up the last of the clay in his hair. Albert pulled back, fond exasperation on his face even more visible as his shades slid down. Chris groaned at the sight. Of Albert leant over his, dishevelled and horny. He bucked his hips up again, his cockhead catching deliciously on Albert’s hand.
With a parting squeeze Albert stood back up, pulling a whine from Chris’ as he moved away. “Patience, dearest.” Albert chided, entirely too fond for it to have any effect as he took his shades off. The full force of his lust-blown blue eyes on him knocked the breath from Chris’ lungs. Albert chuckled softly as he went around the bed, placing his shades on the bedside before retrieving his bottle of lube. Chris rolled his head to the side to watch him move, still half-dressed and yet he looked like a wet dream. Chris couldn’t help but palm his own cock at the sight, his legs spreading wider in invitation as Albert came back to the end of the bed. “Keep going.” He ordered as Chris’ hands started to slow. Chris redoubled his efforts earning him a low rumble of “Good boy.” As Albert spread lube over his fingers, rubbing them together to warm the liquid before he dipped his hand down to rub at Chris’ twitching hole.
Albert hummed appreciatively as he slowly eased a finger inside Chris, crooking his finger with a precision that spoke of just how well he knew the younger man’s body. A thought that made Chris just as lightheaded as the brush against his prostate. “Please… need you.” Chris moaned out, trusting his hips down against the finger inside him. Albert chuckled softly as he teasingly drew his finger out only to push two back in. Chris threw his head back, his hips rocking down with every thrust of the fingers inside him. Distantly he was aware a chant of ‘Please’ and ‘Albert’ was falling from his lips. He didn’t have it in him to care, not when Albert was looking at him like that as he worked him open. Finally, and yet too soon, Albert pulled his hand back entirely. Chris lifted his head to watch as he heard the lube bottle pop open again.
Albert unzipped his slacks, his eyes openly raking over Chris’ body as he pulled his cock out. “You’re mine, Christopher.” Albert growled out as he pumped his own cock, coating it in lube. “I may not be able to show it out there, but you are mine.” His words were deep and possessive as he lifted up one of Chris’ legs to hook over his shoulder. His cock rubbed against Chris’ hole, slipping up to nudge against his taint without guidance. Chris gasped out a groan at the feeling anyway. Albert shifted his hips back, so his cockhead caught on Chris’ hole again. “All mine.” He growled as he thrust forward again, his hand at the base of his cock kept it from missing this time. Chris gasped, his head thrown back as a long, drawn-out moan spilled from his lips as Albert kept going till he was sheathed inside him. Albert’s own groan had Chris’ cock twitching against his stomach as it leaked pre-cum.
“Yours.” Chris agreed readily as Albert pulled out only to thrust back in one quick motion. His hands grasped anywhere he could reach on Albert, skimming over his chest and arms. Albert groaned at the feathery touches as he leant forward, one hand gripped Chris’ hip, keeping his leg up while the other braced by Chris’ head as he set a fast pace. Chris quickly grabbed that hand; his head tipped toward it for support as he moaned needily, his cock was already leaking a slick puddle on his stomach. The sound of skin on skin filled the room with a chorus of breathy moans and deep groans as Albert kept thrusting.
Chris’ breath started to hitch as he got close to cumming, with each brush of Albert’s cockhead against his prostate. His hips rolled down in time with the older man’s thrusts, forcing him deeper each time as their movements synced up all too easily. Albert leant down, pressing Chris’ leg closer to his body, the new angle meant his cockhead was hitting Chris’ prostate directly with each thrust drawing more, louder moans from his lover. Chris knew he was close; Albert had to know too. He knew Chris’ body too well.
“That’s it, cum for me, Chris.” Albert ordered, his voice deep with desire. Chris gasped as Albert punctuated his order by sealing his lips over Chris’ thigh and sucked. Chris’ vision whited out as he realised Albert was leaving a hickey on his inner thigh, somewhere no one could see. His cock twitched while his hips stuttered to a stop as he came with a cry of the other man’s name. Thick ropes of cum painted his own stomach as Albert thrust faster, chasing his own orgasm at the sight below him. It wasn’t long before he followed, bottomed out inside of Chris. His seed pumped deep inside the younger.
Albert stayed like that for a few seconds before he finally released the abused flesh of Chris’ thigh, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he inspected his work. Chris’ spent cock gave a valiant little twitch at the sight as he lay limp against the bed. Slowly, Albert lowered his leg and pulled out. Chris knew he shouldn’t find the feeling of Albert’s cum dribbling out of his hole so good and yet. He let out a breathy sigh, eyes slipping closed at the feeling. It was another claim he supposed.
When Chris opened his eyes again Albert had a damp cloth in his hands and was wearing his sleep pants. Chris blushed as he realised he’d spaced out. “Sorry…” He whispered as he went to sit up, to help with clean up. Albert clicked his tongue as he placed a hand on Chris’ chest to stop him.
“Do not apologise.” Albert’s voice was soft as he carefully ran the cloth over Chris’ stomach. Chris sighed softly as he laid back and let Albert take care of him. No matter how many times they did this, Chris loved this part and yet it was as novel as the first time it happened. It felt nice to be taken care of for once. Albert was careful as he cleaned Chris’ soft dick before he trailed the cloth lower to clean the cum that had leaked out. Once he was done, he placed a soft kiss on Chris’ stomach before he stood up. “Get comfortable, I’ll be right back.” He said as he placed Chris’ underwear on the bed beside him. Then he slipped to the en-suite to rinse the cloth off most likely.
Chris moved slowly as he pulled his underwear back on before he crawled up the bed to get comfortable curled up against the pillows. When the door opened again, Chris lifted his head to watch as Albert walked over to him. A soft smile on his lips. On both of theirs as Albert crawled into bed beside him. Chris waited for Albert to get comfortable before he shifted closer, his head rested on Albert’s shoulder. Chris’ eyes slid closed as he listened to the steady beat of Albert’s heart. “I love you.” He whispered quietly.
“I love you too, Chris.” Albert whispered against his temple. “One day we’ll live in a world where we don’t have to hide. I promise.” Chris smiled at the empty promise, it was sweet, but he knew better. He couldn’t see the dark determination in Albert’s eyes. It wasn’t an empty promise. Albert was going to make that world with his own hands.