Still Alive

Day 25

Chris had been busy with work so it had been a few days since Chris could stay for a long visit, but now he made sure to make time. He walked into Piers' room and was greeted by a surprise: Piers had gotten an eye patch. His scars could still be seen around it and they looked like they were healing great Chris thought to himself.

"Lookin good Piers! Your face on track to healin nicely?" Chris asked.

"Good morning Captain. I'm just trying out the eyepatch for now. Helps with the healing too. Do I look okay?" Piers sounded way more self conscious than he meant to.

The question caught Chris by surprise who replied saying, "Of course Piers, you look like a total badass!" Chris meant it too, when he saw Piers sitting on his bed with his new eyepatch he saw the man that had given so much to save so many and he couldn't be prouder as both his captain and friend. Piers unfortunately felt like he looked as if he was trying to sloppily cover up evidence of the many fatal mistakes he made in battle.

Piers wanted to change the subject and asked Chris if he wanted to go for a walk outside which Chris, of course, agreed to. Chris went over to Piers and helped him up with his two strong arms being able to lift the younger man onto his feet no problem. Piers would normally blush from embarrassment for needing help like that but recently he would blush from feeling uncharacteristically flustered. The two walked into the hospital's garden making small talk the whole way. Little did Chris know, there were other things on Piers' mind. Chris had always been hot, Piers had come to terms with this but recently he had felt so much more than just *my captain is so hot wtf*. It had become more of imagining what Chris' morning routine was like and what would it be like if Piers was there? *Thinking my captain is attractive is one thing but wanting to be domestic with him?! I'm letting this stupid... crush... get way out of hand - even calling it a crush feels like too much. I know I should put some distance between us. How else could I stop this? But, I really can't lose him. He's all I have.*

"I heard they're taking you off of the hard painkillers soon is that right?" Chris asked taking Piers out of his thoughts.

"Yeah and I am not looking forward to it." Piers said light heartedly. "Luckily they said I've been healing exactly how I'm supposed to, no problem. I don't think I'll ever get used to it though, the whole right side of me."

"I hear ya Piers, I do and I'm sorry. I wish I had some golden piece of captain's advice for you but I can't even imagine going through what you did. I know some guys who lost limbs on the field. I could get you their contacts if you needed someone to, I don't know, relate to?" Chris wished he could be more helpful but he was totally at a loss for what to say or do to help Piers.

"I'd actually really like that, I think." Piers said. At this point in their walk they were beginning to circle back to the hospital entrance and decided to call it a day. When they got back to Piers' room, Chris decided he didn't want to leave Piers just yet and suggested he stay the night in that same chair he used to sleep on. Piers was excited he wouldn't have to spend the night alone and welcomed his captain to stay for as long as he wanted.

Chris had driven home to grab a pillow and blanket to make his stay a little more pleasant and had found himself getting lost in thought to earlier that day. Specifically to when he had to help Piers. He knows he shouldn't think about him the way he does, especially while Piers is in need of him and his help, but *god, Piers' body felt so good in my arms. It just feels so right to hold him. I can't be thinking of him like this, I just can't not now, not while he's so vulnerable.* His thoughts quieted as he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and made his way to Piers' room. His mind couldn't stop itself from going back to that afternoon when he held Piers' strong frame within his arms. Even with being bedridden for as long as he was, his muscles stayed firm and present, and that drove Chris wilder than he would ever admit.

He opened the door to Piers' room, immediately seeing his sweet smiling face staring up at Chris. *God when he looks at me like that I get dizzy. What's wrong with me, why do I keep thinking about him like this? This is going to be a long night Redfield.*

"Good to see ya again Piers." Chris smiled back.

"Thank you for coming captain, it means a lot." Piers said. He had taken off his eye patch now and Chris could see the almost pure white eye stare back at him, it was engulfed in scar tissue but looked like it had healed very nicely. Chris felt a sting of guilt stab him as he thought back to that same eye covered in blood and skin as the c-virus had clashed within Piers' body. Chris kept staring until the younger started to become visibly self conscious and shied away, hiding his eye by turning to look out the window. Chris didn't even care though, he couldn't stop staring, taking in every inch of Piers face before settling on those soft lips once again. He set his stuff down on his chair and excused himself to the bathroom, an image of Piers' lips fresh in his mind. He locked the door behind him and wasn't proud of what he was about to do, especially considering the setting, but if he didn't get relief somehow this would be way too long of a night.

Chris made a mental note to be extra quiet and fast as he unzipped his pants and pulled up his shirt revealing a thick treasure trail leading all the way from his midriff to his growing member. He slid his pants down along with his boxers uncovering his large erection. He started to slightly tug at his dick groaning quietly to himself. After a minute he gripped it with his whole hand and began to pull it back and forth increasing his speed with each stroke. In his mind he thought about Piers. How his plump lips would look around his thick cock, the noises he would make as he swallowed Chris whole. He thought about how Piers would kiss the tip afterwards and if it would be too much for him to take without choking. He let his thoughts go deeper as he held his shaft and imagined Piers spreading out beneath him. His dick would probably be as pink as his lips and would have a slight lean to the left. He pictured Piers' body would be ready for him and would take little to help him get used to Chris' above average size. As he thought about the sounds Piers would make for him he felt himself go over the edge. Cum shot out of his dick fast and warm. It took all his energy to keep his groans down as he gripped the sink with his free hand to balance himself. He managed to collect himself fairly quickly and cleaned up with toilet paper and flushed it down. He washed his hands before exiting the bathroom in an inconspicuous amount of time.

"I think I'm going to call it a night. I had a long day at work this morning and I'm pretty beat. Any chance I could snag an extra pillow from you though, I accidentally brought two blankets and no pillows." Chris said, trying to hide his still shaking voice.

"Of course." Piers tossed a pillow towards Chris. "Goodnight Captain." Piers said, none the wiser to the thoughts of him that were etched into that hospital bathroom.