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This is the best fic I’ve ever read. Holy shit. Tears are running down my thigh, no exaggeration.

honey, come over part i

part ii

rating: E STARS!Chris Redfield/STARS!Reader/Rookie!Leon 18+ warnings: AFAB!GN!Reader, FWB (Chris and Reader), threesome, jealousy, catching feelings, fingering, p in v sex, blowjob, come swallowing, snowballing, rimming, handjobs, cunnilingus, anal sex, sexual picture, creampie, slight angst, no gendered terms, no use of y/n word count 7.5k summary: You and Chris devise a plot to get Leon in on your little "arrangement" you two have. What you don't expect are the hitches, namely coming from Chris. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49661005

You pushed into the S.T.A.R.S. office with hurried steps. Your eyes scanned the room and fell on Chris propped up at his desk, feet on the edge and a file in his hand. You stormed over quickly, grabbing the file, and you slammed it down on the desk. Chris tipped forward in his chair; a what the hell started up from his throat, but you twisted him to face you.

“Have you seen the new rookie?”

There was an urgency in your voice, and Chris furrowed his brow. “What, Branagh’s new recruit?” You nodded violently. “No, why?”

“Come here.”

You grabbed Chris by the back of his shirt, pulling him forward until he was forced to stand up; you hauled him outside and down the hall.

“Are you serious? Wesker’s gonna have my ass if I don’t finish these reports.”

“Shut up, Chris, holy god, when have I ever led you wrong?” A quick beat. “Don’t answer that.” You rounded the corner to the stairs and took them two at a time, letting go of Chris as he followed you with dragging feet. The door to the west offices was propped open, so you were able to slink in and rest your elbows onto the little railing just inside. You turned back and gestured for Chris to settle beside you.

“This better be–”

You grabbed Chris by the chin and swiveled his head until you knew he saw him. He was sitting at his desk, twisting what appeared to be a few padlocks. He jerked at one which earned a few laughs from the squad. Chris flicked his dark eyes over to you.

“Yeah. Told you.” You were smug, and Chris didn’t even have it in himself to argue with you. You both resumed your looks at the rookie. The prettiest little face in the whole building, soft blonde hair–how could you not stare? Chris stood up tall and started to move down the stairs. You grabbed his bicep, feeling it firm against your palm. “What are you doing?”

“Uh, I’m going to introduce myself.” Chris gave you a look that seemed to say duh?

“No you’re not. I found him.” You twisted your face, and Chris raised a brow, smirking.

“Please, I bet I can get him in the locker room before the end of the week.”

“Oh, yeah fucking right, Redfield. Look at him.” You both pointedly turned your gazes to the rookie. Whatever his task was had him pacing the room, checking desks. There was a slight flush to his face, pink and adorable, but there was also a triumphant look in his eyes. “He’s like if a golden retriever was a person, dude. No way he’ll go for you.”

“Like you’re much better?” Chris fired back. “I’ve been in bed with you enough to know you’d tear him apart without any supervision.”

That last word. There was a note of silence that held a dawning understanding. You both grinned, and there was a nod. You pushed at each other, too giddy to contain the need to rough each other up, and there was a sharp call of hey! that made you both stop.

“Is there a reason half of alpha’s in my squadroom right now?” Lieutenant Branagh shouted, putting his hands on his hips. The rest of his unit turned to stare up at the two of you, including the rookie. He’d made his way near the small staircase and was looking up with the softest blue eyes you’d ever seen. You were transfixed, but Chris elbowed your ribs.

“Sorry, Lieutenant, just heard we had a new kid,” you answered honestly. You tilted back down to look at Leon, and you offered him a quick wink. A blush immediately rose to his face.

“Didn’t realize S.T.A.R.S. gave a damn about the other half,” Elliot muttered from his desk, just loud enough to be heard. Chris shot him a glare.

“Well, I’ll be letting your captain know his top officers are wasting time in my office instead of doing the things I know he’s assigned you.” Marvin reached out and picked up the receiver to his desk phone and, undoubtedly, punched in Wesker’s extension.

“We’re just leaving, lieutenant,” Chris assured, guiding you out by your shoulders. “Nice to see you, rookie!”

The two of you started back up the stairs, heads pressed together, a mess of conspiracy. You were only interrupted when Wesker cut you off in the hall, folding his arms, and a scowl crossed his face.

Overtime stung that night, but it gave you both time to plot.

The next morning, you were at work painfully early. You had slipped into the west office after getting them unlocked by reception. It took begging, but you earned your way down the small set of stairs over to the station containing the coffee maker. You flicked it on, and you quickly set up a pot to brew. You even washed out a mug. Surely if Wesker saw the effort you were putting in, he’d ream you for it. You could hear him now: All this and you can’t even provide a single report on time? You’re worse than Chris.

You drummed your fingers over the counter before sliding your gaze over to the rookie’s desk. You craned your neck. It was open, meaning he’d figured out whatever that mess with the padlocks was yesterday, and it looked neat. It wasn’t yet messy with assignments. Though, you imagined he was likely a pretty well-put together guy.

The coffee maker went quiet as it finished brewing. Just as it did, you heard the door to the office open, and you looked up. The rookie, already dressed in his uni blues, was above you. You smiled warmly. “Hey, new guy. Leon, right?”

“Right.” He smiled back, and he took the steps slowly, still watching you. “You’re with S.T.A.R.S.” An observation. You stuck your hand out and offered him your name. “Leon Kennedy,” he provided after you, squeezing your hand tight, like he had something to prove.

“Good to meet you.” You lifted the coffee pot from the warmer with a soft thunk, and you poured yourself some. You pulled free another mug, and you tilted it toward him. “Want some?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks. Do you guys not have a maker in your office?” Leon asked.

You poured him some coffee and slid back the pot. “We do. This one’s better, though.” A lie that came easily to you. Leon didn’t even question it. It almost made you feel a little bad. He was cute. You passed him the mug, not bothering to add anything to it, and Leon took it gratefully. He blew on the hot liquid gently. The steam curled toward you, and you met his gaze over the lip of the cup. His blue eyes looked a little bloodshot. There was too much cologne on him, and your lip curled up. “Rough first day, I take it?”

“What do you mean?” Leon furrowed his brows.

“You’re hungover.”

At that, Leon went still. “Is it obvious?”

“You went a little heavy on the cover-up,” you told him, adding cream to your coffee. You stirred it slowly with a plastic spoon, and you tossed it away before raising your own mug to your lips. Eyes alight with amusement, you raked your gaze over his form as Leon turned your words over in his mind. “It’ll be fine. Just go get into your uniform early, and no one will know.”

“I’ll do that.” Leon took a sip. The coffee was still numbingly hot, and you could see that it burned by the way his lips turned brighter. He rolled them together, trying to numb the sting, and you wished you had the nerve to corner him and kiss it away. But you were thinking with the wrong head. If this was going to work, you and Chris had to move carefully. “Are you usually here this early?”

“Sometimes.” Not technically a lie. You found that the longer you spoke to the younger man, the less you wanted to outright deceive him. He was good, brimming with a passion you’d long lost since your days in the army, and it helped to see it alive in someone else. Leon nodded.

“Well, it’ll be nice to see you. I mean–” The rookie cleared his throat. “It’s good to know someone.”

“Yeah, I get you.” You shot him a little smile, reassuring. Leon returned it. Oh, you wanted to tear him apart. “You know, Chris is a good guy, too. If you see him around, talk to him.”

“That’s who was with you yesterday?” Leon asked, and he took another sip. There was the sound of someone else entering–or leaving–the building. It was reminding you that time was passing, and you needed to get out of here before Lieutenant Branagh chewed you out again.

“Yeah. That’s him.” You quickly drained your coffee despite the way it burned your throat, and you laid the mug aside. Hey, you’d already washed it once. If you were lucky, Elliot would be the grumbling asshole that had to clean up after you. “Well, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow probably.”

“Sure. Oh, hey.” Leon stopped you with a touch to your arm. For a moment, your mind went wild, wondering what he could possibly need to say, what he might do. But then Leon gestured to a spot on his neck while he nodded at you. “You’ve got–there’s a–a bruise.”

Your hand flew up to cover the spot he motioned to. Your bottom lip pinched between your teeth, frustration boiling up. Chris. You knew he’d latched onto you hard last night, but to put it where it could be seen? When he knew you were going to be talking to Leon? Oh, he was a dead man. “Thanks, rookie.”

“Leon,” he corrected. It was hard not to tease him, but you obliged.

“Thanks, Leon.” You backed out toward the stairs, climbing them. “Take it easy out there.”

You thundered your way up to the S.T.A.R.S. office, and you briefly considered sabotaging something about Chris’ desk. But when you opened a drawer, began rifling through the files, you found a beaten up polaroid he’d taken of you in his bed. It made you soft. You closed the drawer quietly, and you set to work on your reports.

The week dragged on. It killed you getting up so early. But it was worth it getting to speak to the rookie. You knew Chris was working him at closing, typically catching him doing something menial in the library. Whatever you two had been doing, it was working. Leon visibly perked up whenever he saw you. The only time you were late, you were rewarded with a there you are and the brightest smile showing off Leon’s little crooked canine.

By Friday, you had settled into an easy routine, and this time, you had a plan. You’d discussed it with Chris, and, while it was relatively soon, you felt good about your odds.

“Morning!” Leon called as he bounced down the steps. You pressed a mug into his hands as soon as he rounded the corner.

“Morning,” you murmured. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Shoot.” Leon took a sip. He walked past you toward his desk, and you followed him. Leon sat down, at his chair, and you slid onto the desk itself, crossing one leg.

“Chris and I are headed to his place tonight to hang out. We’ll probably put on some football and just–I don’t know, fuck around.” Leon tipped his head back as he scooted his chair closer to his desk. His arm was brushing against the side of your thigh. “Wanna come?”

“Really?” Leon looked genuinely excited. There was a sparkle in those beautiful eyes, and you grinned despite yourself. “That’d be great. Should I bring anything?”

“Just yourself.” You shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, yeah. When should I be there?”

“Just whenever you can. If you want to go home after your shift, that’s fine.” You were planning on staying the night with Chris no matter how the evening panned out, so it didn’t much matter. Chris had insisted.

That, in tandem with the photo you had found earlier in the week and the bruise he’d left, was only complicating things. You two had been having sex for a while now, and the intended addition of Leon was supposed to keep up the casual nature of it all. But Chris was being too…Chris. And it was adding another layer to the whole thing you didn’t like.

“Sure. Yeah, I can be by a few hours after–what’s the address?” Leon picked up a yellow pad of paper and pen, which you quickly plucked from him, your hands bumping against the rookie’s.

“Here.” You scribbled it down quickly, and you shoved it toward Leon. He looked it over, clearly trying to map the city in his brain. “It’s that big brown building on Pennsylvania avenue, if that helps.”

“It does. I’ll find it.” Leon grinned up at you. “Thanks.”

“No worries.” You reached out and laid a hand on his shoulder, an affectionate weight, and you saw him brighten even further. You were only a few years older than him, but sometimes, it felt like a lifetime. Leon ripped off the piece of paper that contained the address. He folded it up and stuffed it in his shirt pocket. You watched his fingers flit over the button and secure it quickly. For safekeeping. He even patted the spot while he looked up at you. “Well, I guess I’ll let you get to it. Are they letting you drive yet?”

“I get to today,” Leon said, sitting a little straighter. You nodded.

“Look at you. Growing up so fast.” Your hand raised further and ruffled his blonde hair. Bold, a little teasing, and you saw his smile as he ducked away from you, shoving at your hand.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” But Leon looked pleased at your attention. His ears were a little redder than before, and you thought more about tonight. Leon flipped his wrist over and checked the time. You mirrored his actions and swore.

“Ah, shit. Wesker’s gonna kick my ass. Sorry, rookie. We’ll see you tonight.” You couldn’t wait for a response, but you did hear his soft voice saying something as you rushed your way out of the squadroom and into the main lobby, stumbling as you tried to make it around the corner before you were given more overtime.

Luckily, the meeting hadn’t started just yet, and you sighed as you sank into the only empty chair beside Chris. He’d saved you a spot. Chris leaned over and whispered in your ear, too close, too intimate in the office. “Hey. Talk to Leon?”

“He’s on board,” you mumbled back, turning slightly. Your noses brushed together, and you jolted backwards. “Not sure when, but…” You nodded, and Chris hummed in thought.

“Good.”

But there was something in his tone, and you flashed him a look. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing.” But Chris couldn’t lie to save his life. He wore his emotions like cheap perfume: loud, suffocating. You frowned. Chris caved. “Okay, it’s just–”

“Enough chatter.”

Wesker’s voice shattered the air and rebuilt it thick with tension. You shifted in your seat to look up at the corkboard, and your captain flicked his gaze between you and Chris. He opted not to say anything, though, and he began to drone on about the case you were all working on.

You kept your eyes forward, but you could feel that Chris wasn’t. Heat prickled along the back of your neck, and you knew he was sneaking glances.

Chris kept his distance for the rest of the day.

You only got back with him when Chris drove you both to his apartment. Once upstairs, you couldn’t take it anymore, and you slammed his door shut as he walked forward. Chris picked up his remote and turned on the tv. The night was already falling, autumn in full effect, and you flicked on the lights.

“Okay, spill. You’ve been acting fucking weird.”

“I know.”

You stepped forward, closer to him. Chris placed his palms on your cheeks, and he crushed you to him in a kiss born out of desperation. You pulled back. “Chris. Talk to me. You promised when we started this.”

“I know.” Chris raced his thumbs along your cheeks. “I just can’t figure it out–god, let me kiss you. And then I swear I will.” It was a slippery slope. You knew if Chris kissed you it would end up as something else. But you couldn’t tear your eyes away from those too-soft Bambi eyes, and you melted in his hold. A quick nod, and your mouths were locked together. Tongues flicked, pressed, sank into one another with aching familiarity. This was something you were good at together.

Sure enough, Chris pulled you onto the couch. He crawled above you, and his hands grazed up your thighs until he palmed at you through your jeans. Your clit lept to attention, pushing into your underwear. Wetness beaded between your lips as Chris started to unbutton your pants.

“The rookie–”

“Said he wouldn’t be here for a while.” Chris huffed a soft exhale into your mouth. He needed this; you could feel it in the way he shook. “Please.”

“Alright.”

Chris pulled your clothes down, and his fingers trailed up between your folds. He relished in how immediate your body’s response was. And truthfully, it had never been this way for anyone else. Chris did something to you, and, if you thought about too long, it frightened you. But for now, you focused on the pads of his fingers dragging patterns across your swollen nerves, stroking your clit with tender movements.

“Chris,” you breathed. “Fuck, put your fingers inside. Gotta feel it.”

“God, I love hearing you like this,” Chris growled out; he dipped lower until he was prodding at your cunt. You spread your thighs as much as your half-on jeans would allow. Chris pushed two fingers inside; your walls stretched to accommodate his thick digits, and you moaned softly. Chris dipped his head to kiss at your neck. When his teeth flashed out, you clicked your tongue.

“Don’t leave another fucking hickey.”

“Why not?” he whined.

“You left that last one so the rookie would–ah.” You cut yourself off with a quick cry as Chris curled his fingers, pressing upwards until you clenched around him. A soft there it is from Chris, and you wished it didn’t feel so good so you could keep chastising him.

“What did I do?” Chris asked innocently. Your hips bucked when his other hand moved to paw at your clit in time with the movements of his fingers.

“Shut up.”

Your cunt squelched as Chris kept fingering you. Knuckle-deep with each press forward, you couldn’t stop the constant rocking of your hips. You were grinding roughly into his touches, and your orgasm started to boil, sinking its teeth into your skin. You were so close–

A knock at the door. You moaned, and Chris started to pull away.

“No, please, I’m right there,” you begged, reaching out to pull at his shirt. Chris’ eyes fluttered at the look on your face, and he shifted back closer.

“Don’t be loud.”

You tried. You really did. You choked down your moan, but it still bounced for a few precious seconds before Chris removed his hand from your clit and slapped his hand across your mouth. Soft keens of his name filled his palm while he let you fuck down on his fingers as slick spilled over him. Another knock cut you short, and Chris looked toward the door.

He pulled away from you, wiping his hand on his jeans. You scrambled to pull up your pants as Chris opened the door. You turned to try and hide the obvious motions of zipping yourself up and securing your button as Leon walked in. In his hand was some sort of tray.

“Glad you could make it,” Chris said as he stepped into the kitchen, trying to take Leon’s eyes off of you. You were grateful for it when Leon swiveled to look at him.

“Yeah, thanks for having me.” Leon set down the tray, tearing off the plastic bag that covered it. “I know you both said I didn’t have to bring anything, but I figured I would anyway.”

You finished straightening your clothes, and you stood from the couch. There was a slight wet spot from where you’d leaked, and you panicked. You grabbed one of Chris’ shirts discarded on the floor, and you tossed it across the cushion to cover it. Chris was popping open the plastic on the tray.

“Really, you didn’t need to,” you said as you walked over. Meat and cheese. Simple. You grabbed a slice of pepperoni and popped it into your mouth. “I didn’t bring anything.”

“Yeah, what gives?” Chris teased. “The rookie’s already done more for me, and you practically live here.”

You shot a look at Chris. You weren’t sure what his plan was with that line, but Leon raised a brow. Maybe he was just trying to get the kid’s interest. Maybe he was being too Chris again. You grabbed another pepperoni and chewed on it in annoyance.

“You guys are pretty close,” Leon said. Chris walked over to the fridge, and his fingers curled around a can of soda. He tossed it to Leon who caught it easily.

“I guess so,” you said; it was Chris’ turn to fire a look your way. You gave the subtlest shake of your head, and Chris tilted his head away, the upset look on his face as clear as day. You felt a pang of regret, but this was his fault, you told yourself. If he was feeling something more–

“How long have you been at the department?” Leon asked, oblivious.

“Four years. I got out of the army after my mandatory four years, and I ended up in S.T.A.R.S. the same year, when I was 22.”

“I joined up a year after. Right when I was discharged from the Air Force.” Chris tossed a can of soda to you with a little more force than necessary. You caught it close to your chest and popped it open. Chris grabbed his own, and the three of you leaned in various spots around the kitchen island. You all picked at the snack tray Leon had brought, chatting idly.

Eventually, you were the one to gently coax everyone back toward the living room. You pointed at the tray and crooked your finger, encouraging someone to grab it and bring it with. Chris obeyed, and you smiled at him. He returned it weakly. Another twist in your gut full of the apology you wished you could give him right now.

You plopped down onto the couch, and Leon settled in softly beside you. Chris laid down the tray, and he crossed in front of you both to sit on the opposite side of Leon. You leaned back, and you threw your arm across the back of the couch. Chris did the same, and your hands touched gently behind Leon’s head. You looked over at him; you hoped the way your knuckles brushed together was enough to let him know you were sorry.

Chris looked at you. His eyes went soft, and he nodded.

“So, Leon,” you started. He looked over at you, and you inhaled. He was even prettier in the low light of Chris’ apartment. “You bring a girlfriend with you to Raccoon City?”

“Or a boyfriend?” Chris added nonchalantly.

“No.” Leon sighed. He hunched forward to set down his soda, and when he leaned back, his head tipped to rest on the back of the couch. He bumped against your hand, and you took the opportunity to run your fingers through his hair. Leon looked a little surprised; his eyes flickered, and he glanced over at you, but your casual demeanor seemed to soothe him. “No, I–technically, I almost did. But she didn’t want to move and I did.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Chris said. He, too, leaned up to set his soda aside. You’d finished yours just a few moments ago. “Was it just too far?”

“I don’t even know.” Leon threw his hands up before letting them fall into his lap. They folded together, and Leon pushed his thumb into his palm. “She knew I wanted this, knew how badly I wanted this assignment. And I was fully prepared to take that step to move in but it didn’t matter.”

“Was that right before you left?” you asked. You twirled a lock of blonde hair around your finger before letting it fall. Your hand pushed his bangs out of his face. Leon’s eyelids fluttered slightly. You noticed that Chris had laid a reassuring hand on his knee.

“A little bit before that. So a few weeks ago.” Leon tilted his head to look at you. “It still sucks sometimes.” You nodded. “But it’s helped–you know, working. Doing what I love.”

“Is it everything you imagined?”

“Not exactly.” A wry smile. “It’s a lot more–”

“Clerical, right?” Chris supplied. His hand squeezed at Leon’s leg gently.

“Yeah!” Leon grinned, tilting his head now to the other side to look at Chris. “They don’t tell you about all the shit you’ll be filing.” You both laughed, and Leon’s tooth glinted in the light. A rumble of thunder rolled outside. The ever-reliable rain of Raccoon City was rolling in for the evening. There was a long moment of silence while you combed through Leon’s hair. Chris had shifted a little closer so he was pressed flush to Leon’s side as you all watched the tv with no real interest.

“Can I ask something?” Leon’s voice was soft, and he kept his eyes forward.

“Hm?” you hummed.

“Why did you guys really invite me here?”

The question sent a shock through the air. You exchanged a look with Chris, who took over with cautious words, “What do you mean?”

“This just feels–” Leon gestured between the three of you. “Like there’s something going on.”

You drew your hand away from his hair. Leon turned to watch your slow movements, and you cleared your throat. Your lips parted as your tongue touched the roof of your mouth; your breath came quicker. “Look, rookie, you’re cute.” You came out with it, as tender as a rusted nail, and you sighed. “Chris and I–”

“Are together. I know.”

“What? No, it’s–” Complicated. That much you knew. But you didn’t need to elaborate on it. Chris, blessedly, didn’t question you. “We fool around.”

“We wanted to see if you did, too.”

“All three of us.” Leon mulled it over. The way his eyes widened showed how nervous he was at the concept; however, the way he pulled at his jeans, shoved his hips forward to hide his erection, betrayed the excitement in his blood.

“Yeah. Is that okay?” Chris asked. The hand on Leon’s thigh rode up a little higher.

“I just–I don’t know exactly how it would work.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You slid up onto your knees, shuffling closer to Leon. “We’ll take care of you.”

“Okay.”

A slow pause as your fingers dragged down across his cheek. “Can we kiss you?”

Leon nodded.

You dove down and caught the rookie’s lips. He parted for you almost in an instant, and you purred softly as your tongue entered his mouth. Chris moved on his other side, and you saw that dark swath of hair as he dipped to kiss the exposed skin of Leon’s neck.

Your hand met Chris’ on Leon’s chest. You were both wandering, exploring your newest addition in earnest. You smiled when you felt Chris brush affectionately over you before resuming his exploration. Leon moaned into your mouth, and you broke away. Spit connected you both, but Chris broke the string when he gripped Leon’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding him to the other side to take his own taste.

You watched them kiss while your palm raced over Leon’s lean stomach. Your palm eventually found the bulge in his pants, and you pushed down. Leon’s hips bucked up to meet you, and you smiled. You kept pressing your hand into him while your other hand reached up and fisted in the back of his hair.

When Chris broke away, you tugged Leon back until he was forced to stare at the ceiling. You leaned over Leon to lick at Chris’ lips before meeting him in a warm kiss. You mumbled into him, “This is okay?”

Chris nodded, murmuring back, “As long as you’re still staying the night.” As long as I get you to myself he meant.

“I am.” You will.

Chris broke from you, and your eyes met. The lamplight turned his brown irises nearly yellow, and you thought he never looked more beautiful. “Good.”

In sync, just as you always were, you turned your attention back to Leon. You shifted so you were prostrate in his lap; Chris moved to mirror your position, and you managed to get Leon’s cock out of his jeans. Underwear shoved down, you exposed him totally. Chris reached out and gripped Leon’s shaft, making a few slow strokes while one of your hands cupped his balls in your hand.

“Holy shit,” Leon breathed out. He looked down, eyes half-closed, and you saw the blush across his entire face. “I’m dreaming. I have to be.”

Chris laughed, and you rolled your eyes. You slipped forward and lapped your tongue over Leon’s cock. You licked up the few drops of pre-come that had beaded against his slit. Chris kept pumping slowly, and you winked up at him. When you did, Chris groaned. He leaned close to touch his tongue to yours. You twined in opposite directions over Leon’s head, meeting in the middle before darting away again. It was the most arousing thing you’d ever done, and the pulsing of your clit proved that.

“Oh, god. Careful. Please.” A warning in his voice. An unspoken worry that he’d come too fast.

“What? Can’t go for more than one round, rookie?” Chris teased him. He laved his tongue in a long lick up the length of Leon’s cock. You replaced Chris’ mouth by sucking him into your mouth for just a moment.

It was like the thought hadn’t occurred to Leon. And when it did, the tension in his body seemed to relax. The worry about ruining things seemed to bleed out, and you felt his dick twitch against the two of you. You squeezed his balls, rolling them between your fingers. Chris nuzzled your cheek while you gently suckled Leon, breathing hot over your skin, and you peeked up at him.

“You’re so pretty,” Chris breathed. “I love watching you suck cock. And Leon’s looks good in your mouth.”

You hummed around the rookie before slipping off with a gasp. “Wanna taste him.”

“You heard the boss, Leon.” Chris leaned up to Leon. “Come on.” His hand cupped Leon’s cheek gently, thumb swiping over his bottom lip before dipping inside his mouth. “Come for us.”

Leon whimpered softly as your mouth sank down around him again; you took him deep, and it only took a few wet licks as you hollowd your cheeks to bring him exactly where you wanted him. Leon cried out, head thrown back, and his hips jumped up to fuck against your tongue. Come coated your mouth, pooling near the front of your mouth. You held it there as he finished pumping each rope, sticky and warm, making you dizzy on the heavy taste. You were careful to keep it all in your mouth as you sat up. You stuck your tongue out to show it off, and Chris moved swiftly to share in the taste.

The two of you kissed in front of Leon’s bewildered face, gently pushing Leon’s load into Chris’ mouth. Your tongues danced together, sloppy, thick with the rookie’s mess, and you moaned. Your hips were grinding against nothing, and Leon was stringing curses together as he watched with awe.

A hand, gentle and unsure, reached out to grip at your waist. You were tugged closer to Leon, breaking your kiss with Chris who watched with longing as you were guided toward him.

“You are so pretty,” Leon breathed before smoothing a hand through your hair. He kissed you with a little too much adoration. Though, you supposed you couldn’t blame him. Not entirely. Chris wiped at his mouth, and he let out a quiet huff as he reached for the other side of your waist.

“Relax, Chris,” you breathed, turning away from Leon. The rookie hesitated, casting his gaze between you both. “It’s about the rookie right now.”

“I know, I know.” But he still wasn’t happy. There was a slight grimace on his face. “Sorry.”

“Make it up to Leon,” you ordered. Chris hummed, and he smiled softly. He hated to disappoint you.

“Sorry, Leon.” Chris found Leon’s soft cock, still wet with spit, and he slicked his palm across his shaft.

“It’s–oh god–it’s okay.” Leon flushed something fierce, and his chest heaved as his cock started to stiffen again. You watched as you started to unbutton Leon’s shirt. Each one revealed more of his smooth, toned chest. Excitement made you clumsy, and you accidentally tore one of the looser buttons clean off.

“Fuck–I’ll fix it,” you promised. Leon let out the softest chuckle; it was breathless, and you grinned. It was the most relaxed he’d been so far. He was starting to really lean into the attention he was getting, despite the fact that your palm could feel how his pulse was hammering in his body. “Leon, can Chris fuck you?”

That made his heart beat even quicker. You pet over his torso in a soothing motion. Chris slowed his strokes to give Leon time to think. “I–shit, uh, yeah. Yeah, that’d be–” Leon puffed his cheeks out before blowing it out in a sigh of astonishment at how bold you were being. “I’d like that.”

Chris licked his lips. He jutted his chin toward you. “You know where…?”

“Yeah, I do.” You scrambled away, and you padded through the house, losing your clothing as you went. You were almost giddy, a bounce in your step as you entered Chris’ messy bedroom. You rifled through the side table and found a bottle of lube.

You paused as you started to leave. Your eyes were drawn to Chris’ polaroid camera, and you grabbed it as well. You darted back through the halls, and when you returned to the living room, your knees nearly gave out at the sight.

Leon was laid back; Chris was between his thighs, tongue lapping steadily at Leon’s hole. His cock was twitching against his belly, and you wanted nothing more than to be between them. Instead, though, you took slow steps toward them, setting the camera and lube on the coffee table.

“Look at you,” you murmured, sitting down beside Leon’s head. His eyes flew open when he felt the couch dip, and your hand carded through his hair. “Fuck, you’re so cute.” You turned your head to watch Chris continue to lap him gently; one hand fisted his cock and was stroking in time with his licks.

Leon tilted his head toward you, lips parting in a whine, and he reached up for you. You dipped lower to kiss his lips, twisting awkwardly, but it didn’t matter as you swallowed the moan that fell from his mouth.

Chris raised his head up from between Leon’s legs, and he saw where you’d set the lube. He curled his fingers around it, then he saw the polaroid. His fingers hesitated, but he continued and pulled the lube back to himself. He clicked it open and slicked up two fingers.

Leon jumped abruptly. You both looked down as Chris started to press a finger to his opening. You shifted until Leon’s head was resting in your lap.

“Goddamn, easy, rookie. You’re too tight,” Chris rumbled. He kissed along the inside of Leon’s thigh. “Relax for me.”

You hummed, running your hands through Leon’s hair. “Need something else to focus on?” you teased.

But Leon was deadly serious. “Yeah. Yeah, please. Let me eat your pussy. Please.”

“You teach him that while I was gone?” you asked Chris as you adjusted again. You laid Leon’s head back against the cushions, and you hovered above his mouth.

“Nope,” Chris teased back. “He’s just a good boy like that. Right, Leon?”

A moan blew from his lips and fanned over your soaked cunt. His hands hooked into your thighs, and you let Leon pull you down to his mouth. Long, languid licks dragged up the entirety of your cunt. You sighed, chin tucking to your chest, and you started to grind your hips gently into his tongue.

“There he goes.” Chris sank a finger into Leon’s ass; Leon’s cock twitched, and you saw pre-come puddle against his belly. “That’s it.”

“Good boy,” you praised again. “That’s right. Let yourself go, sweetheart.” Your hands planted on his chest. Chris watched with lust in his eyes as Leon’s tongue peeked out, slipping over your clit. You whimpered low in your throat.

Chris pressed another finger inside. He started to thrust slowly, stretching Leon with care; he purred, “Fuck, can’t wait to feel you on my cock.” Another twitch. “Pretty boy like you takes it really well, I bet.”

“Oh, I know he does,” you agreed. “Is he ready for it yet?”

“Quit drowning him and let’s find out.”

You giggled softly; Chris grinned at the sound, and you lifted your hips up. Leon barely breathed out a fuck yes before dragging you back to his face. Chris bit down on his lip and pulled his fingers free from the vice of Leon’s hole.

You watched Chris wet his thick cock with lube. You were suddenly grateful you were staying the night. There was something that glittered in your own chest. The broken glass bite of jealousy as Chris slid himself into Leon and groaned. You pushed it down, and, instead, you reached for the polaroid. You pointed it toward where Chris was rutting into Leon, and you clicked. The flash caught Chris’ attention, and he licked his lips, shaking his head at you while a smile pulled across his face.

You plucked the photo from the end of the camera and started to shake, hardly able to focus with the way Leon was suckling your clit into his mouth. You fucked down, humping his face like you’d never get a chance to again. Once you saw the film start to develop, you tossed it aside with the camera. You leaned forward, giving Leon more access to your cunt, but also seeking Chris.

“Come here,” you begged softly.

Chris leaned forward and kissed you. It was everything you needed. A reassurance that this was the man you started with, the one you’d end with. You tipped your head, mouth opening, and Chris tangled your tongue together. Chris’ brows pinched together, and your hands grabbed at his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you moaned into his mouth. “Gonna come.”

“Come on his face. He’ll look so handsome all wet from you.” Chris gripped Leon’s hips, pulling him into each thrust of his hips. You bucked down into Leon’s mouth a few more times.

“Leon–ah. Harder, rookie. Come on. None of that boyscout shit right now.”

Leon obeyed. He squeezed you closer until you weren’t certain he could breathe. He sucked you harder, tossing his caution to the wind, and you came. Chris kissed away the sob that was ripped from your throat, and your thighs trembled around Leon’s head. You lifted away from him, too overstimulated to let him keep going. Leon panted softly; his breaths billowed over your spasming cunt, and he licked up the juices that dripped from you onto his lips.

“God, I’ve got to thank him.”

“You sure do.”

You crawled up his body. Chris rocked back to give you space, and you found his cock; you took him into your cunt despite the way it almost burned from your orgasm. You took him inside, and Chris kept rocking. You moved on opposing thrusts. Chris went in, you slid up; Chris drew back, you slipped down. The whole time, Chris had his face buried in your neck.

“Oh, god, oh goddammit,” Leon cried. “I can’t. It’s too much. Holy shit. I’m gonna–I’m so–”

“That’s it, baby.” You looked over your shoulder. “You wanna come inside me? Can Chris come in you?”

“Yes, yeah–shit, please.”

Chris growled into your skin, and you hummed. “Gonna remind you later who that belongs to.”

“I know.”

Chris fucked into Leon with renewed vigor, a touch frustrated with how easily you were just letting Leon have what so rightfully was his. You pet a gentle hand through Chris’ hair as you heard the rookie cry out again; cock twitching against your walls, you felt come soak you, warm as it flooded your cunt. Leon must have squeezed tight around Chris, because it didn’t take long for him to peak. Chris pressed his hips flush and emptied himself into Leon.

The three of you went still save for your heaving breaths. You were the first to move, slipping off Leon. You went to Chris’ bathroom and found a half-empty plastic sleeve of wet wipes. You grabbed them and toted them back to the living room where you found Chris sitting up, and Leon positively trembling as he laid there.

You ripped out a wet wipe and settled between Chris and Leon to clean the rookie with a soft touch. You swiped away the come leaking from his hole, balling up the wet wipe, before retrieving another and wiping his cock clean.

Chris took a wipe of his own, cleaning himself slowly. You spread your legs and used a clean space to soak up Leon’s come. You took them all and tossed them away. Chris followed you until he reached the kitchen, gathering bottles of water in his arms that he distributed to each of you.

In total silence, you all nursed your bottles while you watched the tv. Things weren’t awkward, not by a long shot, but there was something hovering in the space above you. A sword of Damocles, waiting to drop, and you hated it.

“So, do I leave?” Leon asked cautiously as he sat up finally.

“Do you want to?” Chris looked over at him.

“No. Not really.” Leon looked shy as he admitted it. “This was–” He cleared his throat. “I liked this. I like you guys.”

Your eyes met Chris’, and you both spoke without saying a word.

It was supposed to be me and you.

It still can be. You raised your eyebrow and tilted downward. Let him sleep on the couch.

“Stay, then.” Chris was a little softer now. You smiled, and your arm wound around Leon’s shoulders. You tugged the rookie closer, and you kissed his temple.

“I’m gonna go shower,” you said, standing up.

“Let me get you a towel.”

You knew where the towels were. But Chris stood, and you knew it was a way for you to talk. The two of you made your way into the bedroom, and he closed the door.

“What the fuck is going on, Chris?”

“I keep trying to tell you–” Chris scrubbed his palms over his face. “I care about you. A lot. And I should have told you before the kid came over, but I–” Chris swallowed heavily, throat bobbing. “I’m fine with him. But at the end of the day, I want to know it’s us. I want you to myself.”

“That’s not what we agreed on,” you said, voice low and thin.

“I know. I fucked up.”

“Can we talk about this after Leon goes home? He’s sweet. I like him. I don’t want to scare him off.”

A pang of disappointment in Chris’ face. You didn’t know what you wanted to say. The words were trying to bubble on your tongue, trying to rush out in a desperate bid of rationalizing it all. But you wouldn’t do this. Not in front of Leon. Not tonight.

“Alright.”

Chris stepped closer, and he kissed your cheek. “I’ll see you outside.”

You stood naked in the bedroom as Chris left. Outside, you could hear Leon’s voice sparkle through the space. He was good for you. For both of you. You weren’t sure what you needed from either of them, and it only brought shivers to your spine.

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