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Massage
Chris's body waited until the hotel-room door had closed behind him before it began making him pay.
He dropped his bag beside the wardrobe and stood motionless for a few seconds, one hand still resting on the doorknob. His shoulders and back hurt, along with several muscles he did not remember using during the operation. Taking a deep breath pulled at something beneath his ribs, although he was almost certain none of them were broken.
Almost.
He surveyed the two single beds taking up most of the room. A card had been left on one of them bearing the name of the agent who would be sharing it with him: one of the operatives temporarily assigned to his team. At that moment, the man was at the command center finishing the preliminary report, but he would be back in a couple of hours.
The BSAA had managed to find accommodations for everyone at such short notice that Chris could not really complain about them being placed two to a room.
He could, but it would not accomplish anything.
He sat on the edge of his bed and regretted it immediately. A stab of pain traveled from the base of his spine to his right shoulder.
- Fuck.
Chris pulled his phone out of his pocket, not without difficulty, as several other muscles he had believed unharmed began complaining as well.
He had several messages concerning the operation, two missed calls from headquarters, and a conversation completely unrelated to work that had been open since the previous night.
NEW YORK UNTIL THURSDAY.
That was all Leon had sent him.
They had started doing it after that weekend with Claire and Sherry: announcing cities and windows of time without ever attaching an invitation. Chicago until Tuesday. Munich, just one night. Washington for a few days.
Practical information, as though either of them needed to know where the other was.
As though it meant nothing that Chris remembered perfectly well that today was Thursday.
He typed before he could find a reason not to.
Chris: Are you still in New York?
The answer arrived while the phone was still in his hands.
Leon: DEPENDS. WHO'S ASKING?
Chris snorted.
C: I got here an hour ago.
The three dots appeared almost immediately.
L: That explains the sudden rise in temperature ;)
Chris was typing a response when the phone began to ring.
- Kennedy.
- Redfield.- Leon's voice came with the sound of traffic behind it. -You sound worse than usual.- It sounded more like a mocking scoff than a statement.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome. Where are you?
- The BSAA put us up in that fancy hotel from two years ago, after the Turkey mission.
There was a brief pause.
- I'm fifteen minutes away.
That produced a small, absurd sense of satisfaction that Chris decided to attribute to not having to spend the afternoon shut in his room with ice pressed against his shoulder.
- Have you eaten?
- Coffee at the airport.
- That isn't food - he snapped with a smile.
- It had milk... I think.
- You've somehow lowered my expectations even further.
Chris smiled and let himself fall backwards. He did it with too much enthusiasm and had to hold his breath when his back hit the mattress.
Silence fell on the other end of the line.
- What was that? - There was more concern than humor in the question.
- Nothing.
- Well, 'nothing' sounds as though someone just broke every bone in your body.
- I lay down.
- You're thirty-six, Chris. Lying down shouldn't sound like a Tyrant threw you into a wall.
- No Tyrant threw me anywhere.
- Are you sure? I make that exact same noise whenever one slams me into something. What happened to you?
Chris stared at the ceiling. His neck hurt too.
- The extraction got complicated.
- How complicated?
- Nine floors."
- Running?
- Most of the way.
Another pause. - Carrying someone?
Chris did not answer. The bastard knew him too well, damn it.
- Of course you were carrying someone- Leon muttered. - Could they walk?
- They could afterwards.
Leon gave a short laugh, more resigned than amused.
- You're a complete idiot.
- An effective idiot.
- That's why I work alone. Can you move your neck?
Chris turned it to the left. Uncomfortable, but possible. To the right, he made it halfway before his trapezius protested.
- Yes.
- In both directions?
- I don't see what that has to do with dinner.
- Oh, are you asking me out to dinner?- Chris could hear the teasing smile behind the question.
A slip. He had not denied that dinner together was a possibility, but Leon always found a way to steer him off course and force him to redirect the conversation wherever Leon wanted it to go. Chris honestly had no idea what technique he used, but it worked every time. Special-agent training, he supposed.
- I thought we could see each other, yes.
Saying it felt stranger than it should have. He had never needed to say it before. They met after missions, shared a drink, a room, or a night. There had always been some prior circumstance that put them in the same place.
Now Chris had called solely because he knew Leon was nearby.
- We could - Leon replied. There was no joke this time. His voice softened for barely an instant before returning to its usual tone. - But they're picking me up at nine to take me to the airport.
- We have a little over three hours - Chris glanced at the clock on the nightstand. - Are you still at the hotel?
- I checked out this morning. My luggage is at reception.
Chris looked toward the second bed and the card resting on it.
- I'm sharing this room. They assigned me one of the reinforcement operatives.
- The BSAA certainly knows how to pinch pennies. You're one of the founders, and they still can't give you a room of your own. With decent shampoo... and a generous supply of condoms...
- He'll be back in about half an hour - Chris interrupted before Leon could push the teasing any further.
- Then I suppose we'll have to behave like two respectable adults.
Chris was not sure exactly when they had ruled out that possibility.
- Dinner, then, and we can catch up - He insisted, although he could not deny feeling a little disappointed. - We could go somewhere near here.
- Chris, you won't be able to sit in a restaurant for an hour.
- I can sit perfectly well, asshole.
- You just moaned when you lay down.
- I did not moan.
- I have an excellent memory for those kinds of sounds.
Chris remained silent. Leon's smile was perfectly audible through the phone.
- Wait - Leon said suddenly. - I passed a Balinese massage center this morning. It's near your area.
- No.
- You don't even know what I was going to suggest.
- A massage.
- They offer deep-tissue treatments. Oils, stretches, and all that. I've been wanting to try one for a while.
- Since when?
- Since you growled directly into my ear and I discovered you can't turn your head.
Chris tried to sit up. His back protested again, forcing him to prop himself up on one elbow.
- I don't need a massage.
- Of course you don't. I'm already imagining your roommate having to help you out of bed tomorrow morning. He might even see you with a hard-on and end up helping you with that too.
The joke bothered Chris far more than it should have.
He had not slept with anyone but Leon in over a year and a half. But of course, Leon did not know that. And Chris had no right to feel offended because Leon had assumed otherwise.
- One hour of massage - Leon continued, apparently oblivious to his thoughts. -Then we have dinner, and I'll still make it to the airport on time.
- Leon...
- Unless you're scared. Maybe you think a five-foot masseuse can take you down and finish breaking you.
Chris narrowed his eyes.
- Send me the address.
Leon's laugh came clearly through the line. Oh... the butterflies...
- You're so predictable, Cap.
The establishment was impeccably clean and orderly.
Chris stopped a few steps inside the entrance while Leon went to reception to tell them they had arrived.
The dark wood, pale walls, and warm lighting managed to muffle even the traffic noise they had just left behind. Beside reception stood a small garden of raked white sand. Two low benches sat on a raised platform, allowing clients to exchange their shoes for slippers arranged in a perfectly straight row.
Everything seemed designed to inspire serenity.
Chris was beginning to wonder whether it had any chance of working on him when Leon's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
- Excuse me? A couples session?
The word made Chris turn his head too quickly. His neck responded with a stab of pain.
- My apologies, sir- the receptionist explained. - When you requested two massages, the colleague who took your booking assumed they would be performed together, in the same room.
The woman looked from Leon to Chris, perhaps trying to determine whether the mistake was as serious as Leon's expression suggested.
Under normal circumstances, Leon would already have demanded that they correct the booking or refund his money before she had finished apologising. Chris had seen him confront hotel employees over far less.
This time, however, he merely tilted his head. One corner of his mouth threatened to lift before he managed to restrain it.
- Can't you put us in separate rooms?
The question sounded reasonably neutral. Even disinterested. Chris knew him far too well to believe it.
- I'm afraid not, sir. At this hour, all our rooms are assigned, and we cannot alter the treatment. As compensation, we can offer you a complimentary bottle of champagne when the session is over.
Leon looked at Chris.
Chris attempted to shrug and regretted it before completing the movement. His right shoulder barely rose a few inches before pain shot across his back. He concealed the grimace by pursing his lips into a slight pout and finally nodded.
Since they were already there, it seemed as good an opportunity as any.
And he needed that massage far more than he was willing to admit.
- We'll take it - Leon replied. - Thank you.
The receptionist smiled, visibly relieved.
- Perfect. You may leave your shoes here. One of our colleagues will come and escort you to the room shortly. While you wait, the restroom is over there if you need to use it before your treatment.
Chris sat on one of the benches and began unlacing his boots with considerably less dignity than he would have preferred. Leon took the seat beside him and selected a pair of slippers.
Only then did Chris realize that neither of them had corrected the woman.
We're not a couple.
The clarification would have been simple. Appropriate, even.
But the receptionist had already walked away, and Leon was too busy trying to hide how pleased he was about the booking mistake.
Chris decided to let it go and took the opportunity to use the restroom.
They followed one of the masseuses into the treatment room.
It was a square space, as clean and orderly as the rest of the establishment. A large rectangular shower occupied one corner, separated from the room only by a frosted-glass panel. Beside it, a low cabinet held several neat rows of oils, bottles, and perfectly folded white towels.
The two massage tables formed an L, each positioned against a perpendicular wall. A towel and a small transparent plastic packet had been placed on each one.
- Please undress and put on the disposable underwear provided on your respective tables. You may place your clothes in that cabinet and leave your personal belongings in the basket: watches, earrings, necklaces... - The woman gestured toward the door. - Then make yourselves comfortable facedown. We'll return in a few minutes to begin.
They waited until the sound of her footsteps had faded down the corridor before looking at one another.
Fortunately—or perhaps out of cowardice—neither of them commented on the couples session.
Leon turned toward his table and began unbuttoning his shirt. He should have focused on his own clothes, but he could not help watching from the corner of his eye as Chris pulled off his T-shirt.
Dear God.
It did not matter how many times he had seen him naked. He never quite got used to the sight of Redfield without a shirt: the broad chest covered in dark hair, the muscles of his abdomen, the dog tags resting between his pecs...
It always drove him crazy.
Chris had begun unfastening his pants when he noticed the packet left on his table. He opened it and pulled out its contents.
- What the fuck...?
Leon turned fully around to see what was wrong.
Chris held a tiny triangle of white fabric attached to three elastic straps between both hands. He stretched it out, trying to decipher its structure. The nonwoven polypropylene was so thin that it looked more like the wrapper for a garment than the garment itself.
Leon could not suppress the laugh that burst from his throat. - Oh my God. What is that?
- The disposable underwear, apparently.
- Where exactly are we supposed to put that? What purpose could it possibly serve?- The proportions of the garment compared with Chris's size looked ridiculous.
- I suppose it prevents them from saying they left us completely naked. - Chris turned the tiny garment between his fingers. - Which part is the front?
- I'd bet on the part with fabric.
- Both parts have fabric.
- Then you'll have to choose wisely.
Chris shot him a hostile look and finished removing his pants. Leon had the good sense to look away for a few seconds.
Only a few.
When he looked again, Chris was attempting to put one leg through one of the openings. He stopped, examined the result, and took it off again.
- I think the narrow part goes in the back - Leon offered.
- I didn't ask for help.
- I know. I'm enjoying this far too much, and I'm not hiding it.
After several attempts and a surprising amount of concentration, Chris managed to put on the minuscule garment.
Leon had expected it to be funny.
In a way, it was. The polypropylene thong looked as though it had been designed for someone half his size. The fabric barely managed to cover his cock, while his balls strained the lower edge as if they might overcome the material's resistance at any moment.
But Leon was not laughing.
Chris Redfield stood practically naked in front of him, covered only by a ridiculous triangle of white fabric. The gleam of his dog tags still crossed his broad chest. Dark hair descended from his pecs to his navel, continuing in an increasingly dense line until it disappeared beneath the precarious garment.
Yes, Leon had seen Chris completely naked plenty of times. But never like this.
The tiny thong did not conceal his body; it framed it. It drew attention to everything it barely managed to cover.
Chris tugged on one of the elastic straps, trying to position it correctly.
- Is this how it goes?
Before Leon could answer, he began turning around to show him the back.
It was a fucking thong.
The thin white strap disappeared between his powerful, rounded ass cheeks, exposed beneath the broad expanse of his back. Chris turned a little farther, offering Leon an even better view while trying to inspect himself over his shoulder.
Leon stopped breathing.
- Leon?
- Yes.- He had to clear his throat. - I think that's right.
Chris finished turning and caught him staring. His eyes traveled slowly toward Leon's table, where his own packet still lay untouched.
A dangerous smile began forming on his lips.
- Your turn.
Leon stared at the tiny thong waiting for him on the towel.
He was beginning to suspect that this activity had not been the wisest decision of his life.
And the masseuses had not even returned yet.
Leon maintained enough composure to finish undressing and pick up the damned scrap of fabric.
After studying it for a few seconds, he managed to distinguish the front from the back and began putting it on. It took him fewer attempts than Chris, although that did little to make the result more dignified.
Once it was in place, he turned toward his companion, raised an eyebrow, and spread his arms to display himself.
He expected some kind of reaction from Chris.
What kind, exactly, he did not know. A laugh, an indecent remark, or at the very least a look confirming that Leon was not the only one affected by the absurdity of the situation.
Chris looked him up and down. A slow smile appeared on his face.
- Shit. We look ridiculous.
And with that, he turned away and began climbing onto his table.
Motherfucker.
Apparently Leon was the only one affected. And if seeing Chris in that thong had already unsettled him, watching him climb onto the table with his ass completely exposed as he settled facedown only made matters worse.
- For fuck's sake... I came here to relax,- he muttered as he climbed onto his own table.
The two masseuses entered at that precise moment.
The woman who had escorted them into the room appeared slightly older than her colleague. Both wore dark uniforms, their hair pinned back, and the same discreetly professional expression.
- Good afternoon, gentlemen. We have it noted that one of you will be receiving the deep-tissue massage.
- Over here!- Chris replied without lifting his head, raising one arm from the table. The older woman approached him.
- Very well. Then I assume the relaxation massage is for you. - Confimed the younger woman.
- That's right, ma'am - Leon replied. The excessive formality of his own voice made the younger masseuse raise an eyebrow slightly.
- Perfect. Let's begin.
They unfolded the towels and covered the lower halves of their bodies. Leon welcomed the intervention: at least he would not have to stare directly at Chris's thong for the next hour.
The liquid sound of oil pouring onto a pair of hands was followed by a soft brushing noise. The younger woman began spreading it across Leon's back with long, firm strokes, moving from the base of his spine to his shoulders.
It was not bad.
In fact, it probably would have been pleasant if a deep, drawn-out moan had not come from the other table.
Leon opened his eyes.
The older woman had placed both hands on Chris's upper back. She pressed her thumbs down on either side of his spine.
- Does it hurt here?
- Yes.
She pressed again.
Chris let out another sound, this time into the face cradle.
- Too much pressure?
- No. Keep going.
Leon squeezed his eyes shut.
It meant nothing. Chris was sore. Leon himself had heard how much it hurt him simply to lie down on the hotel bed. Those noises were a perfectly normal response to the treatment.
He repeated that to himself several times.
It did not help. At all.
The young woman worked the muscles of his shoulders and slowly moved down his back. - Try to relax, sir.
- I'm trying.
- You're tensing your entire body.
- I'm also trying not to do that. - Her hands stopped for a moment. Leon did not need to lift his head to know that the woman was suppressing a smile.
A grunt came from the other table.
- There - Chris said.
- Here? - The masseuse placed her elbow beside his shoulder blade and used her body weight to increase the pressure.
- Fuck... Yes. Right there.
Leon buried his forehead in the table. This had to be deliberate.
Chris could say yes. He could say no. He could tell her where it hurt using any combination of words that did not sound exactly like he did when Leon had him underneath him.
Another moan traveled across the room. No. He definitely could not.
- Are you all right?- Leon's masseuse asked.
- Perfectly.- The word emerged slightly strangled.
The young woman moved her hands toward his lower back. As her fingers approached the edge of the towel, Leon remembered too late that the thin thong was the only thing separating his body from the oil.
And that he was beginning to develop a considerable problem beneath it.
He shifted on the table, searching for a less uncomfortable position.
- I need you to keep your hips still,- she told him.
- Of course.
Only a few seconds later, Chris moaned again. Leon clenched his teeth as his hips tensed against the table.
- Sorry- he muttered.
- Don't worry.- The woman's tone remained strictly professional, but from the corner of his eye Leon saw her glance briefly toward the other table.
She had figured it out. Wonderful.
At the other end of the room, the masseuse bent one of Chris's legs and brought his heel toward the back of his thigh. Chris slowly released his breath. She then did the same with the other leg, pressing one hand against his hip to keep it flat on the table.
- You're carrying a great deal of tension,- the woman observed.
- It's been a complicated week.
- It's Thursday - Leon interjected.
Chris lifted his head just enough to look at him.
- Shut up, Kennedy. - The command lost all authority when the masseuse found another sore spot and Chris had to hide his face again to smother a sound.
- Your companion seems to need the treatment. - The younger woman placed both hands on Leon's back.
- You have no idea. - Without bothering to look at him, Chris raised one hand and gave him the middle finger.
Leon smiled against the table.
For the next few minutes, he tried to concentrate on his own massage. On the rhythmic movement of the woman's hands, the scent of the oils, and the soft music playing from somewhere in the room.
It was impossible with the asshole beside him.
Every time he began to relax, the other woman found another knot. Chris responded with a broken breath, a grunt, or a moan that echoed through the room far more loudly than necessary.
At first, Leon continued to suspect he was doing it to provoke him.
Then he saw Chris's fingers clutch the edges of the table as the woman pressed her forearm beside his spine, and he realized there was no intention behind those sounds.
Which did not improve the situation.
The older masseuse changed position. She placed one knee on the rear of the table, then the other, straddling Chris's legs without actually resting her weight on him. She took both his wrists and pulled his arms backward, lifting his chest as she stretched all the muscles in his shoulders.
Chris released a moan so deep that Leon felt the vibration through his own table.
- Is this all right? - the woman asked.
- More.--
Leon opened his eyes.
- More pressure?
- Yes. I can take it.
- Of course you can,- Leon muttered.
- Did you say something, sir? - the younger woman asked.
- I said I'm very relaxed. - She looked down at the way Leon was gripping both sides of the table.
- I see.
The situation did not improve when they instructed him to turn over.
His masseuse held the towel up to give him some privacy while Leon rolled onto his back. He immediately grabbed it and held it over his hips, but his precaution came too late. His erection raised the fabric in a way that was rather difficult to disguise.
The young woman's eyes dipped for a fraction of a second.
Then they returned to his face without the slightest change in her professional expression.
- Are you comfortable? - Leon looked toward the other table. Chris remained facedown, his face hidden and completely oblivious to what he had done to him.
- Extremely.
The young woman began working on his shoulders from the front. Leon tried to stare at the ceiling, although from that position he had a perfect sideways view of the other table.
The masseuse had climbed onto it again. With one knee planted beside Chris's hip, she pulled one of his arms in the opposite direction to twist his torso. The towel shifted a few inches, revealing the top of one ass cheek.
Leon looked away. He looked back almost immediately.
- Breathe deeply,- the young woman instructed.
Leon inhaled.
Chris moaned.
Leon released his breath all at once.
- More slowly,- she said.
- I'm trying. - This time, the woman's smile was perfectly visible.
By the time the session ended, Leon had no idea how much time had passed. His body was more relaxed, but his cock remained hard beneath the towel and his patience had vanished completely.
The older woman lifted her hands from Chris's back.
- We're finished. Sit up slowly, and drink plenty of water for the rest of the day.
Chris made one final sound of satisfaction and remained stretched out, completely limp.
- That was incredible.
Leon turned his head toward him. - I'm glad at least one of us managed to relax, - Leon muttered. The younger masseuse wore a broad smile as she finished washing her hands at the sink.
- You were right. I needed this.- Leon decided that strangling him in front of the two women would probably ruin the effects of the treatment.
The masseuses began gathering the bottles and used towels. The older woman was the first to head toward the exit.
The younger one addressed them both but looked directly at Leon. - You may use the shower to remove the oils. You have fifteen minutes before we need to prepare the room for the next session.
- Thank you - Chris replied, starting to stand up.
The young woman lingered for a few more seconds. She folded a clean towel and left it within Leon's reach. Her eyes briefly dropped toward his waist before moving to Chris.
Then she glanced toward the door.
- The lock closes from the inside - she told him quietly. - I'll let reception know that you'll need the full fifteen minutes.
Leon raised his eyes to hers.
The woman maintained her impeccably neutral expression.
- Enjoy your shower, gentlemen.
She left the room and closed the door behind her. The click of the lock left the room in silence.
Leon looked toward the shower when he heard the water begin to run. Chris had already stepped inside.
The frosted glass revealed his blurred silhouette moving beneath the spray. He had removed the ridiculous thong and stood with his back to the room, his head bowed as steam began filling the cubicle.
Leon stood and locked the door.
Then he removed his own garment. His cock rose painfully hard into the air. Ending up like this merely from listening to Chris moan for an hour should have felt pathetic.
Instead, all he felt was frustration.
He retrieved a condom and the small packet of lubricant he always carried from among his clothes. He did not know whether he would get to use them, but he was not going to waste the opportunity through lack of foresight.
He looked back toward the shower.
Chris planted both hands against the black granite wall and let his head drop between his shoulders. Hot water struck the freshly treated muscles of his back.
- Oh, God... Yes...- he moaned.
Leon tightened his fingers around the wrapper.
- Fuck this.- He dropped the thong on the floor and stepped into the shower.
Chris did not react immediately. He seemed completely relaxed and oblivious to his surroundings, slightly hunched beneath the water, until a hand slid over his nape and fingernails gently scratched his scalp.
- I hope you're satisfied with your session,- Leon murmured.
- Why wouldn't I be? - Chris turned his head slightly. - It was incredible. What are you doing in here? I'll be out in a couple minutes.
- Oh, no, big guy. - Leon closed his hand firmly around the back of Chris's neck without hurting him and drew him closer. - Do you really think you can spend an entire hour moaning like that and then walk away as if nothing happened?
He lowered his head and ran his tongue along the place where Chris's neck met his shoulder before kissing it. Water slid between his lips and the hot skin.
- You've made me so fucking hard that now you're going to have to take responsibility. - Leon pressed against him, sliding his erection between his ass cheeks.
Chris released a breath.
- What the fuck are you doing? - he protested, although his body had just leaned back a little farther. - Do you know where we are? If they catch us in here, we're going to put on quite a show.
- All the more reason to be more discreet than you were with the masseuse.- Leon kissed his neck again. Chris shuddered but did not move away.
- Although that might be difficult - he continued. - I intend to punish you for everything you put me through on that table.
- Leon... - The hand around the back of his neck loosened.
Leon stopped kissing his shoulder.
- Tell me to leave - Chris remained still. The water continued falling over them as his breathing grew deeper. - Do you want me to stop? - Leon insisted, watching him with relentless intensity.
Chris turned his head far enough to look at him over his shoulder.
- We'll have to hurry.
Leon smiled.
- That's what I thought. - He showed him the condom and the small packet of lubricant caught between his fingers.
- We only have fifteen minutes. I'm not going to hurt you just because we're in a hurry, so if you need me to stop or slow down, tell me.
Some of the challenge left Chris's expression.
- I will. - Leon kissed the back of his shoulder.
- Good boy. - He opened the lubricant and poured a generous amount over his fingers. The water certainly did not make things easier; he would have to ensure it did not wash everything away too soon.
He slid one hand between Chris's ass cheeks. His first finger entered with far less resistance than expected. Leon stopped.
He inserted a second, watching Chris relax around them almost immediately. Leon frowned.
- Wait.
- We don't have much time. - Chris rested his forehead against the wall.
- You're already prepared.- It was not a question. Chris remained silent. Leon slowly moved his fingers inside him. Small whimpers began slipping from Chris's lips. - When?
- At the hotel,- Chris answered with some difficulty.
Leon's fingers stopped.
- You prepared yourself before leaving the hotel?
- I didn't know whether we'd get an opportunity. I was wearing a plug; I took it out when I went to the restroom.
Leon needed a few seconds to process that.
Chris had protested about the massage. He had pretended that all he wanted was to have dinner with him. He had behaved as though the couples session and the shower were two entirely innocent events... But he had left his hotel prepared for Leon to fuck him if the slightest opportunity arose.
- You horny bastard.- A grin spread across his face.
Leon's cock throbbed against his back. Chris gave a slightly tense laugh.
- So you've spent the entire afternoon waiting for this.- He rubbed himself more firmly against Chris's back.
- I wasn't waiting for anything.- By now, Chris was visibly exasperated by the lack of progress.
Leon curled his fingers and found the spot he was looking for. Chris moaned, his hands slipping slightly against the granite.
- Of course you weren't.- He repeated the movement. This time, Chris managed to smother the sound against his own arm.
- So, do you mind if I fuck you against this wall already?
- Shut up and put the condom on.
Leon withdrew his fingers. - You're awfully eager.
He rolled the condom on and added lubricant over the latex before moving close again. His hand returned to the back of Chris's neck, guiding him into an angle that would not strain his freshly treated back. With the other, he held him firmly by the hip.
- Tell me if anything hurts.- Chris nodded. Leon kissed the damp skin of his shoulder.
He lined himself up with Chris's entrance and began pushing inside slowly. The earlier preparation eased the movement, and Chris relaxed enough to let Leon sink all the way into him.
They both moaned. Chris lowered his head. - Oh my god...
Leon remained still, breathing against his shoulder blades as he felt Chris's body adjust around him.
Chris pushed his hips backward, forcing him a little deeper.
- Move. They're going to catch us...- Leon obeyed.
The first thrust was slow and deliberate. Then came another, slightly firmer. He kept one hand around Chris's hip to support him and prevent his feet from slipping on the wet floor.
- I...- Chris released a ragged breath. - I needed this more than the massage.
- Don't worry, Cap.- Leon brushed his lips along the edge of his ear. - I'm going to give you exactly what you deserve.
He increased the force of his thrusts without increasing their speed. He wanted Chris to feel every one of them while making him ask for more.
- Leon, fuck... harder...
- Ah... no, big guy. You'll have to ask properly.
The tone of his voice made Chris shiver. Leon took the opportunity to bite his earlobe gently.
Chris smothered another moan.
- Do it... Lee.
- Do what?
- You know exactly what.
- Use your words, Redfield.
Chris turned his head, equally exasperated and aroused. - Fuck me. - His voice broke when Leon drove into him again. - Make me come with your cock inside me!
- Fuck, yes.- Leon lowered Chris's torso farther and lifted his hips slightly. He tightened his fingers against Chris's skin and began thrusting faster.
Chris struggled not to make too much noise. It did not prevent the shower from filling with ragged breaths, sighs, and curses spoken under his breath.
- Now you know how to keep quiet, - Leon teased against his ear. . You spent an hour moaning for her, and suddenly you're shy.
- Fuck you.
- No, big guy. I'm the one fucking you. - Chris let out a laugh that transformed into a gasp when Leon shifted the angle slightly. His body clenched around him. Leon noticed immediately.
- You're close.
- No... not yet... - Chris struggled to form the words, breathe, and control the volume of his sighs at the same time.
Another contraction proved him wrong.
- Come on, Chris. Give it to me.
The hand holding his hip slid down and closed around his cock, making Chris shudder. Leon began stroking him in time with his thrusts without allowing Chris to lose the support of his body.
Chris dug his fingers against the wall.
- Lee... - His name emerged somewhere between a whimper and a desperate moan.
- I want to hear you.
- They'll hear us.
- Then come quickly, Cap.
Chris's answer disappeared into a moan. His body tensed and closed around Leon again.
- I'm... I'm coming. I can't hold it...- Leon gave him two more deep, upward thrusts. Chris lost his breath.
The orgasm tore through him so powerfully that his legs weakened. He came over Leon's hand, splattering the dark granite before the water began carrying it toward the drain.
Leon held him firmly against his body and continued moving until the tension broke inside him as well. He buried himself fully in Chris, his forehead resting between his shoulder blades.
Chris sighed as he felt Leon pulsing inside him.
For several seconds, neither of them could speak. The only sound was the water striking their bodies as they tried to catch their breath.
Leon slid both arms around Chris's waist, making sure he could support himself again.
- Everything okay?
Chris nodded. - I'm fine.
Leon pressed a kiss to his back. - Then he looked toward the clock in the treatment room, barely visible through the steamed-up glass.
- Well...- he murmured. - It looks like we'll have to hurry up and actually shower now.
Chris let his forehead fall against the wall.
- I hate you. - He exhaled as he felt Leon slide out of him.
- That isn't what you were saying thirty seconds ago.
They managed to dress and leave the room only a few minutes late. Chris emerged first, his hair still damp and his skin flushed from the hot water. Leon followed shortly afterward, considerably more satisfied than when he had gone in.
When they reached reception, they found the employees they had spoken to earlier. Both masseuses were there as well, talking discreetly beside the desk.
Leon walked directly toward them.
- Thank you very much for the service. My friend and I had a wonderful time.
He cast a brief glance toward the young woman who had treated him. She held his gaze for a moment, wearing a perfectly professional expression that did not entirely conceal her amusement.
- We're delighted that you enjoyed the experience,- the head receptionist replied. - Here is the champagne we promised you... Oh. - The woman looked behind him. - And your companion?
Leon turned around.
Chris was no longer at reception. The bastard had crossed the lobby without stopping and was waiting for him at the top of the stairs beside the exit. He held his back rigid and pretended to be deeply interested in the bamboo flower arrangement by the entrance.
Fucking prude.
Although Leon had to admit that the bright-red ears and the flush covering his neck looked wonderful on him.
- If you don't mind, I'll take the bottle - he said.
- Of course, sir. - The receptionist placed the champagne in a bag and handed it over the counter, looking somewhat confused as her gaze moved between the two men.
- We hope to see you again soon.- The women accompanied their farewell with a slight bow.
Leon then noticed his masseuse giving him a discreetly mischievous look. He winked at her, collected the bottle, and began walking toward the stairs.
- Oh, you will. Next time, we'll discuss your loyalty program. - He heard several suppressed laughs behind him.
Chris opened the door before Leon reached him.
- Did you have to say that?
- Say what?
- You know exactly what. Everything you say has a double meaning...
Leon raised the bag containing the champagne.
- You're the one who came here with ulterior motives, you little devil.
Chris glared at him, his face a vivid shade of red, and stepped out onto the street.
Leon followed him, smiling.