Chris-bun - Chris_rfd

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Я ВЕРНУЛАСЬ 💅💅 и снова арт с любимыми отцами

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(English version is in the profile as well)

#Winterfieldweek2024

🎉 Day 4 “slow dancing” 🎉

Today I wanted to write something, soooo… :)

(English is not my first language, so sorry for some mistakes!)

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- this is so stupid. — Winters can’t help but grin when he looks at how seriously Christopher extends his hand to him, inviting him to a slow dance.

It happened so unexpectedly, so spontaneously, that Ethan stands there with that stupid smile, not knowing what to say or what to do.

Walking along the evening streets of Los Angeles, the men did not expect to see a live performance of some little-known group, which thereby wanted to attract people's attention with their songs. Well, it was a very good move, because even Chris and Ethan became interested. With every minute the songs became calmer, forcing the couples to merge in a slow dance. So Redfield himself decided not to stand aside.

— You know that the last time I did something like that, it was God knows when. - Christopher said quietly, smiling slightly at his beloved when he gently took his hand in response.

— Exactly. So I want to capture as much of this moment as possible. - Ethan grinned, placing his free hand on the captain's shoulder.

The cold November wind blew across the lovers, forcing them to press closer to each other. "Alpha" wrapped his free hand around Winters' waist, warming him with his body. At this moment, they didn't care much. Only Redfield's thoughts were occupied with memories of how to properly hold a partner and in which direction to move his legs.

The captain vaguely remembered his graduation. It was dark, cramped, and it smelled like cheap alcohol from the teenagers standing nearby. Not like he saw in the teen movies his little sister often liked to watch. His dance partner was some girl a year younger who managed to sneak into prom to get an idea of ​​what it will be like a year later. The awkwardness between them could be seen with the naked eye, as well as a complete lack of understanding of how to dance. Their practice dances with Claire were radically different from the normal understanding. They didn’t have any parents to ask for the practise lessons, and his friends from school didn’t know much about it themselves. So he had to get out of it with his younger sister, dances with whom ALWAYS ended in some kind of tomfoolery.

Returning to graduation, she is a member of the drawing club, he is a basketball player on the school team. His first full-fledged slow dance was more like a fast walk in a circle, so the girl, out of shame, left this event at the same moment, leaving Chris alone with his thoughts. After graduation, he somehow had no time for it. At least that's how it was before he met Ethan.

With Winters, he couldn't predict what would happen in five minutes. His actions, behavior and character were so harsh that Redfield was simply lost, looking dumbfounded as the engineer tried to prove to the store clerk that the cheese had a false expiration date because of its smell. With him, the captain became comfortable visiting bars, which he tried not to approach at all. He had so many memories of their trips to this place that he could write his own book. It couldn't have happened without dancing either.

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He remembered it, like it was yesterday. It was January in 2016.

Another trip to the bar. Now Ethan has gone too far with alcohol again and because of this, Chris cannot have a peaceful evening. A couple of awkward conversations, touches, glances, and without Redfield noticing, he was standing next to him on the dance floor, intoxicated by his playful smile. And captain simply could not refuse. Ethan danced as if he would be gone tomorrow. He enjoyed every moment of life until the memories of Louisiana took over. Therefore, “Alpha” tried to do everything to make him happy... And at the moment he needed come up with something quickly, because when Winters put his palms on Christopher’s neck, pressing closer to him, the man was noticeably dumbfounded, not only not understanding what to do, but also where to put his hands. And Ethan immediately understood everything. This evening there was a lot of laughter, awkward touching, loving looks, and by the night Redfield's skills were noticeably better than they were 25 years ago.

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The palm slowly moved to the lover’s cheek, smoothly stroking the cheekbones and calming the thoughtful mind.

— Here you go! You're moving better than you were at Claire's birthday. - Ethan chuckled, pecking Chris on the lips. - relax! You look too thoughtful. — Winters carefully poked the pad of his finger into the wrinkle on his lover’s forehead, which became more noticeable when he plunged deep into himself.

The captain looked up at the engineer, instantly relaxing and smiling tenderly at him. He exhaled heavily, throwing unnecessary thoughts aside, and simply continued to move the way he himself would like. Living in an environment where it was always necessary to carry out orders, to do as he was told, it was difficult for Chris to live the way Winters would have wanted. Rather impossible. But with Ethan, a lot has changed. Redfield would never have thought that he would slow dance with someone like this, wrapping him in his own jacket so that it would not be so cold.

Time passed too quickly. The music died down, the musicians put away their instruments, and people dispersed. Ethan pulled away slightly from Chris, looking around while the “Alpha” himself kept his eyes on him, smiling slightly.

- let’s go home? - the engineer asked calmly, smiling at his beloved, and wrapped himself tighter in Chris’s jacket, thinking about what kind of movie they could watch when they arrived at their home. Redfield grabbed Winters's palm, slightly squeezing it in his own, and walked with him towards the desired house, feeling that this would not be their last dance.

Three bros just chilling after a long day