A Job To Remember

Leon here, just letting my readers know this is my third chapter and only just now getting to the down and dirty which is unusual for me so thank you to those who have beared with the long wait and watched this fan fiction. Thank you.



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"What why not?" Chris' innocent response had Leon rolling his eyes and gazing up at him in annoyance. Their eyes met and Leon swore he felt a spark of something between them. As if reading his mind Chris' deep breaths turned shallow, almost to the point of hyperventilation.



"What was THAT?" The burly man panted, unable to tear his gaze away from the warm honey brown eyes of his new partner. He hadn't noticed until now how...pretty Leon's face was. He had soft features like a woman and yet he definitely had this manly quality about him, as if he had been graced with ethereal beauty that bordered on the divine. Then he realized that his gaze was lingering from Leon's eyes to his lips, down his neck to the hardened chest underneath the tight black shirt and to his hips where he shook his head and forced himself to look away.



"That's why." He felt Leon pulling away from him to roll out of bed and was shocked when every inch of him screamed for Leon to stay curled beside him in his arms. Without his prompting an arm shot out and his hand closed around Leon's wrist, preventing him from moving any further. He didn't know whether he should let go now that he was in control of his movements or surrender himself to this invisible master and become it's puppet. He chose the latter and simply watched as his own body drew Leon against it.



"What the hell are you doing?" There was no anger in the voice, only amusement and curiosity and so Chris took the initiative, drawing back his control and framing the smooth face with his hand. His thumb twitched and darted to the soft lips where it traced the rim with such delicate lust that Leon let out a gasp that ended in a sigh of either contentment or dread. He couldn't tell which and he didn't really care, all he wanted right now was to taste those perfect lips. They were neither too big nor too small and he had a feeling that it would be completely different from kissing a woman. He wanted it at least once, he realized, he wanted to be with a man just to know how it feels before he died. And if Leon was right and they were going to be blown up then he might as well experiment with his partner.



"Chris stop, you're going to regret-" Before Leon had any chance to talk sense into his partner the warm body closed in on him and held him down between the mattress and the bulk of muscle. Lips were on his, exploring, tasting every inch they could get a hold of and it wasn't long before a tongue followed soon after, forcing it's way into his mouth and tasting him there. The spark was back, stronger now and Leon realized that he wanted this, he wanted Chris' touch and that was what they'd shared seconds before. It was mutual! His first thought was that he should be disgusted (which he wasn't), his second was that Claire would definitely kill them both (not that he cared), and his last thought was the hope that Chris wouldn't stop at just a kiss.



He was granted his last thought as a gun callused hand released its grip on the pillow beside his head and traveled to his hips where it hooked its fingers in his belt loops and tugged. The kiss deepened then, whether out of frustration that his pants weren't easily removed or out of pure carnal need he couldn't tell. The only thought that was screaming through his mind was the thought of more. He wasn't satisfied with just that, he wanted skin to skin contact and blinding pleasure that could have him screaming and passing out upon orgasm. Chris seemed to want it too as he finally worked Leon's belt free and tore the pants off of him without so much as a grunt of effort. Leon tensed as Chris' hand wound between his thighs. He arched off of the bed as it worked between his legs to cup his hardened member and soft sac and mewled.



"C-Chris! You're r-really going to regret this you know." Leon moaned, biting his lip as the hand closed around his still clothed erection. Chris' low growl right by his ear sent goose bumps skittering across his skin.



"Would you just shut up? I'll decide what I'm going to regret and what I'm not." The older man purred, reluctantly pulling his hand away from the others cock to lift the brunettes shirt. He bent and sampled the hard flesh, groaning as Leon's body arched into his and rubbed against him, created friction between his legs.



"C-Chris! Get on with it!" Leon growled, dissatisfied with the slow treatment. Chris gazed down at the half naked form of the brunette and debated whether to take him then and there or wait until they were fully alone...with undead...things. With an excited lick of his lips he undid his own belt and wriggled out of the cargo pants, capturing Leon's waist in his arms and grinding their still clothed erections together. Their eyes met yet again and this time Leon took the initiative and wrapped his arms around the older mans neck, drawing him down into a power hungry kiss. Chris deftly worked a hand between them and removed their boxers to expose themselves to the warm midnight air.



Without losing a beat, Leon latched his leg around Chris' thigh and rolled him onto his back, straddling his legs and pressing their swollen cocks together. He watched Chris as lust gripped him and drove him to grind against the solid object pressing against his need.



"You look perfect like that Leon." The brunette panted, tossing back his head and letting out a low moan as a particularly high peak of pleasure coursed through him. Leon felt his cheeks warming and glared at his lover.



"What are you babbling about?" He let his eyes drop to the muscles flexing against the warm night air and cursed himself as his cheeks heated at the compliment. The older man seemed so much more childish in his desires, always throwing a fit when he couldn’t have his way.



“Leon!” Chris’ cry of ecstasy brought Leon out of his admiring trance and back to the moment. His body shivered with the force of an orgasm, shocking him into moaning with the unexpected force it hit him with. He could feel the moment Chris’ essence coated his hand and lower stomach and as the high vanished the feeling drew his eyes. Chris too had been drawn to look at their members inside Leon’s fist and covered with each others essence but his attention quickly switched to Leon’s face. He wore a satisfied grin that spread from ear to ear and without a word he drew Leon down against his chest and held him until the exhausted agent grew weary of fighting off sleep and drifted off.



“I told you it wouldn’t be that hard to fall asleep in bed with another man.” He chuckled, covering themselves with a blanket.