Still Alive

Day 31

Piers eagerly awaited Chris' arrival after completing all the necessary paperwork to get discharged. He had healed better than expected and was on track to getting his prosthetic within the next month. He was sitting on his bed staring out the window when he heard the door open and the familiar voice of his captain: Chris Redfield.

"I thought you'd want to get out of here in some real clothes so I brought some of yours from your place." Chris told him while holding up a small grocery bag with some clothes for Piers.

"Finally real clothes." Piers gasped dramatically while grabbing the bag from an amused Chris.

Without even thinking about it Piers began changing right away eagerly escaping the thin hospital he'd been stuck with the past month. Chris couldn't help but stare at the unaware man as he revealed his toned skin. His gaze lingered on Piers' soft chest, his pink nipples drew him in and he felt like he was about to drool. He only snapped out of it when a green shirt fell over them and blocked Chris' view. Piers became aware of the situation he put himself in when he began trying to put jeans on with only one arm for the first time. He could put on boxers no problem, just step in and pull up on one side then the other, but tight jeans were an entirely different story. He was uncomfortably pulling it up one leg the best he could before moving to the other and then repeating. Which sounds easy enough but one side would slip as the other got pulled and it was just an endless cycle. He went on for a few more seconds like this before he felt two strong hands reach out to him. Chris grabbed the sides of Piers' jeans and pulled them up to his hips like this was the most normal solution to him. He gave Piers a pat on the back before buttoning the smaller man's jeans. Piers was frozen as this all went down and felt himself thaw out from the hot blush that washed over his face. He stuttered out a thank you, still feeling the sensation of Chris' large hands gently brushing up his legs.

"No worries, ready to head home?" Chris asked this seemingly unaffected by the whole thing, but on the inside, he too was thinking of how his hands felt brushing up Piers smooth, strong thighs. Piers nodded in reply while putting on his shoes and eyepatch. The two walked out of the hospital and towards Chris' car. They walked in a comfortable silence and Piers thought about his house. Part of him knew he was going to miss the hospital. You could always hear people talking and working which kept him from feeling alone when he needed it. He also wasn't sure how he'd sleep without the beeping and humming that had surrounded him everyday.

"I can see you worrying, what's going on?" Chris asked, glancing at Piers as he drove. Piers answered him honestly and Chris replied by telling Piers he would be more than happy to stay with him for the first couple of days to help him adjust. Although Chris meant it and really did want to do anything he could to help Piers adjust, his ulterior motives hid behind those words. He wanted Piers and he wanted Piers to want him.

"That would be great actually. I could use some help uhh, acclimating I guess you could say." Piers' words also had ulterior motives lurking beneath them. He wanted Chris, all of him. It's all he could think about sometimes, especially now seeing how caring he was in the past few days alone. And also because of how hot he looked driving with one hand on the wheel while the other held a lit cigarette, but that's besides the point.

As the house got closer Chris said, "I stopped by here yesterday and cleaned up a little and stocked your fridge with what I'll need to cook for you. I hope that's okay."

"That's more than okay. I hope it wasn't too bad." Piers said that last part like it was a joke but inside he was really hoping he had left his house in an okay state.

Chris pulled into Piers' driveway and the younger man dreaded walking in. Work had always felt more like a home to him. This house was simply a place with his bed and that's all it was to him. He felt a little embarrassed at how plain his house was as he approached the door with Chris. If he ever got lucky at a bar, Piers never brought them to his house for the very reason of how little personality it had. Yet, here he was, taking the Chris Redfield home. As his shaky hand unlocked the door he felt so odd, so sad. He thought about how little he had outside of work and how little he could now do in work. Chris assured him he could go back to his old job if he wanted but Piers just didn't know if he would ever be ready with only one hand. An overwhelming feeling of hopelessness brought him to his knees as he pushed the door open but before he could touch the ground, Chris was there holding him up. Piers looked up at the larger man and they locked eyes. Piers could feel every worry wash away as he stared at the man who would do anything for him. Before he could think about it he brought his hand to the nape of Chris' neck and pulled his rough lips down to his own. Chris held on tighter to Piers' body as he leaned into the kiss. Piers' lips felt better than he ever imagined and he felt himself wanting more. His mouth guided Piers' open and he slipped a quick tongue in wanting to taste him. He felt pure euphoria as he kissed the younger man. He brought one hand up to Piers' soft hair and brought the other down to the curve in his back. He pushed Piers' smaller body against his and broke the kiss. He kept their mouths close together and desperately breathed Piers in.