Phone sex & Sexting

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the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

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[onthejuice]

Aside from my embarrassing new kink for leather jackets?

[condorone]

( Well, this is a fun, new development.

One that earns a picture of Leon leaning back in what looks like an ugly patterned hotel room chair. But the more important part is definitely Leon's brown jacket that's pulled closed over his torso, hand trailing down the front of it. )

Well, if the jacket's a problem, maybe I should take it off. Think that'll help with your problem?

[onthejuice]

[He'd wish that he'd kept his mouth shut, except then he wouldn't have the picture to save to his phone. Chris lingers over the screen for a minute with his thumb brushing cool plastic - before tapping the "X" to minimize it again.]

Really not gonna help the problem, Kennedy, but I think you know that. Show me what's underneath.

[condorone]

I'm just trying to be helpful here, Chris.

( And helpful guy that he is, he sends Chris another picture. This time, his jacket is unzipped, and his hand is graciously lifting the hem of the dark shirt underneath. Only high enough to show where his hand is splayed just a couple inches above his navel, showing the ridges of his muscles and a few small colorful spots of bruises. And with the way he's angled the camera, Chris even gets a look at his hips where his pants are just low enough to tease the waistband of his underwear underneath. )

How's that problem coming along?

[onthejuice]

Think you're well aware.

[It's been a long day, but not long enough to stop Chris from starting this, sitting in a BSAA headquarters reduced to the quiet hum of the research wing that never sleeps, even in the deep hours of the night.

Why's he love it so goddamn much when Kennedy says his name?]

Looks like you've seen some action. [Ah, there's that cliche. Sorta.]

rip I don't know how to write words, sorry!!

[condorone]

I might be more helpful if I had a visual.

( He'd been about to send another picture. But the attempt is ruined by a laugh and the moment he has to take to get it out with a fond shake of the head and a small grin down at his phone. )

Just for that, I should zip my jacket back up. But you'd probably like that too.

( As if he's not the one who usually ruins the mood with some cheesy line. )

np, we've all been there :)

[onthejuice]

[Good thing he doesn't have a picture of that fond smile; boyscouts have been known to eat that shit up.]

I probably would. Dunno how you can manage style and function. Somebody in Estonia stuffed a peacoat into my arms and

[And Chris sucks at turning off. He scrubs a palm against his face and leaves that text there, opting instead to follow a previously suggested train of thought. The picture that closely follows is slightly blurry around the borders; Chris's office, windowed walls open to a deserted floor, desk lamp offsetting the city lights winking in the distance.]

Lemme recruit you, Kennedy. Those bruises spread face-down on my desk would improve the view.

[condorone]

( Chris can't turn off, and Leon doesn't have any room to judge him for it. He's just as bad in his own ways.

And at least he does get a picture himself. He recognizes that office, even if he's only seen a couple times in person in an official capacity. And for all that he's about to joke about Chris working too much (pot meet kettle), something else comes out first: )

Is this your way of trying to get me to call you sir, Captain Redfield?

I knew these pretty boy looks of mine were good for something.

[onthejuice]

[Does Chris mind the idea of Leon calling him sir - in any capacity? No. Not a bit. Still... trying to imagine Kennedy on the crew he's currently put together doesn't quite gel, hell; trying to give the other man orders the few times they've crossed paths in the field never really worked out.]

Yeah right. I generally prefer my team to listen to me. Those looks don't seem to improve your listening skills.

[Sometimes Chris wonders. If things had been different, even by days. If Leon had made it to the RPD and found a close-knit team waiting for him instead of a station in shambles.]

[condorone]

( As much as he respects Chris, Leon prefers to work alone. To do what he needs to do without the weight of a team or partner and their safety. Without the worry of whether he'll fail them, too, and if they'll be another face he sees when he can't sleep. )

What was that? Couldn't hear you over the sound of calling my own shots.

( Leon doesn't let himself think about that anymore. How things could have been different. Doesn't think he deserves that luxury when there's so many people who will never have that chance. )

[onthejuice]

[Chris laughs at the reply; didn't expect anything else.]

Seems like the chances of you calling me sir are pretty low.

[What-if's aside, have the classified photos of Kennedy in washed-out army fatigues made his gut clench, tight and low? Yeah. They have. It's not professional; just fodder for the nights he's alone in an apartment he hardly recognizes, staring at the ceiling in the dark. He clicks back to linger on that second picture.]

Though you tend to get mouthy when I get my hands on you, so maybe I still have a shot. If I play my cards right.

[condorone]

Maybe you just have to ask nicely.

( For all that Leon taunts and teases, he always eventually folds when he knows Chris wants something. And he won't deny the appeal of it - doing something small like calling Chris sir. Won't deny the thoughts he's had about being in his office, on his knees or bent over his desk, either. Following the Captain's orders in an entirely different way. )

So how long do I have to wait for you to show your hand? Captain.

[onthejuice]

[Chris is a nice guy. Funny how that works considering what he does, who he has to be to have climbed the ranks. Maybe it's a balance he works to maintain.

Maybe all thoughts of balance are abandoned as he stares at the word Captain on his screen.]

Let's see if you behave, Kennedy. If you can help me out. You alone?

[condorone]

( Chris is one of the most genuine and kind people Leon knows, and maybe that's part of what attracted to him to the other man in the first place. Someone who he could trust himself to let his guard down around without worrying about what might happen.

And right now? Right now, he doesn't have any problem slowly letting the walls down for Chris now. )

Just me. I'm all yours until your bed time, old man.

( As if Chris is really that much older than him. )