Chrisker One-Shots

I'm Only Joking

Summary:

Chris accidentally calls Wesker a nickname only he and Jill have kept to themselves and Wesker is not happy.

Chris didn't realize he had done anything wrong until blue eyes narrowed and blond eyebrows furrowed at him. The brunet laughed somewhat awkwardly and crossed his arms over his chest in a physical defense. Albert Wesker was his roommate- nothing more. Why he had accidentally exposed an inside joke between him and Jill- he'll never know. But here he was, standing in their living room after saying such an offensive thing.

"It was just a joke, Wesker," he assured casually.

Wesker didn't respond.

Chris exchanged his weight to the opposite bare foot and awkwardly ran a mildly shaking hand through his hair. His jeans were suddenly too tight against his hips and his blue tee shirt was beginning to choke him at the sudden change in atmosphere. Chris felt Wesker's eyes on him as he looked at his feet and cleared his throat in the silent.

Wesker, on the other hand, slowly crossed his arms over his black sweatshirt and raised an eyebrow.

"A joke," the blond repeated, his deep voice gutting Chris with each syllable.

"Y-Yeah," Chris chuckled awkwardly, "Jill-"

"How does this include Miss Valentine?" Wesker asked quickly, cutting Chris off without a second thought.

"Jill and I both thought it was... funny, I guess? I mean, she isn't wrong, Wesker."

Chris may have lived with his Captain but he still couldn't address him by his first name. During the first few weeks, he tried using 'captain' but Wesker put a stop to that early on. Instead, he was simply left with Wesker and when the blond seemed to have no issue with it- the name stuck.

"She is quite wrong, actually," Wesker corrected and Chris huffed.

"You have no sense of humor," Chris sighed and took a seat on their black pleather couch.

The living room was designed and decorated by Wesker- it was also mainly kept clean due to him, as well. The dining table was glass and positioned only several feet in front of the couch so that, without fail, Chris regularly kicked the damn thing. The wood flooring was covered in this area by a large black carpet but Chris couldn't tell you what type of material it was while Wesker would be delighted to share the information. They also didn't have a television as it was 'too modern' or something according to Wesker. Chris just kept one in his room.

To the side of the room was a small standing shelf with a picture of the STARS group and a classy vase with a few fresh flowers setting within- also Wesker's job. Behind the couch led to the dining room which led to the kitchen and both held more specially designed furniture.

The two roomies got along fairly well, if Chris was honest. The two stayed out of each other's way but could also talk and converse about certain things. Nobody ate the other's food or dirtied anything they shouldn't or broke anything that wasn't theirs. The Redfield-Wesker household was fairly calm and rarely a place of gathering for the team.

In fact, that's how this whole business started.

Chris invited Jill over for a drink and when that one drink turned into six- her mouth opened and simply wouldn't stop.

"So who exactly does what around here?" Jill asked, playfully twirling the straw within her drink.

The two were sitting next to each other on the couch but the two were facing each other. Wesker was out on a business trip or something. Chris never questioned it and he always got back late so the brunet decided to invite Jill over for the first time. Considering Chris had lived there for eight months, he felt it was overdo.