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A shiver went through Eskel’s body.
Lambert slid his finger in up to the knuckle and Eskel whimpered when it brushed against his prostate.
“Is that the spot right there?”
“Yes,” Eskel arched into it and moaned.
“Say my name, Bear.”
The command sent a jolt to his cock. “Lambert.”
“That’s right.” He slid in a second finger, pushing against Eskel’s tight rim. “I want you to look at me.”
“Ah, fuck,” Eskel’s eyes locked onto Lambert’s and his cock ached.
“Are you gonna come for me just like this?” He worked his fingers in and out, not breaking eye contact.
“Mmmm…” Eskel moaned again. He was desperate for more and yet wanted this to go on forever.
“You like my fingers fucking you, don’t you?” Lambert rubbed his other hand on Eskel’s inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
Eskel nodded. “Fuck, yes, so good. AH!” he yelped as Lambert gave his fingers a twist.
“You’re leaking everywhere for me,” Lambert leaned down and tantalizingly lowered his tongue towards Eskel’s cock, but then he stopped. “No, I said I’d use my hands, didn’t I?”
“Please, Lambert,” Eskel whispered, hips arching up.
“Please what?” Lambert thrust his fingers in against Eskel’s prostate again.
“Please touch me,” he begged, breath coming in short gasps.
Lambert wrapped his hand around Eskel’s cock and squeezed gently. “Look at this gorgeous dick you have.”
Eskel squirmed and swore. “Fuck. Oh gods, yes.”
“Do you like that?” He gave it another squeeze.
Eskel threw his head back and moaned. “Fuck, Lambert. Yes, FUCK.”
“One day you’re going to fuck me with this huge cock, aren’t you?”
Eskel gasped, imagining pushing into Lambert’s tight, wet heat. “Fuck yes.”
“Yeah? You wanna fuck me with your giant cock one day?”
“Gods, yes.”
“Tell me how you’d do it.” Lambert took his hand away but continued to fuck two fingers in and out of Eskel’s hole.
“Lambert,” Eskel shuddered. “Fuck, please…”
“Tell me,” Lambert said, teasing his fingers against Eskel’s prostate again.
“Ahhh,” he gasped. “I’d… FUCK. I’d make you ride me....”
“Yeah…”
“I’d watch you split open on top of me, your cock bouncing…”
“Mmm, yes, Bear.” He added a third finger and began to slid them in and out a little faster.
Eskel bit his lip and moaned. “Fuck… Melitele, YES.”
“Where would you want me to come?”
“Ah, Lambert…” Eskel gripped the sheets and groaned. “Fuck, I can’t…”
“Tell me where, Bear.”
“On me,” he managed, the world starting to fade away around him.
He rubbed up against Eskel’s prostate again and chuckled when Eskel whimpered. “I wanna hear you make that sound all night…”
He added some more lube and smirked at the sounds Eskel was making now as his fingers fucked him with wet noises.
“I love seeing you like this, all spread out for me.” Lambert rubbed his thumb over the head of Eskel’s cock, and then slid his hand down the shaft.
“Oh gods…” Eskel groaned out, threading his fingers into his own hair.
Lambert pumped his hand, smiling while Eskel writhed. “Are you getting close?”
“Yeah,” Eskel panted.
“Good. I want you to come all over yourself.” He went faster, twisting his hand over the head.
“Sweet fucking Kreve. Oh gods, oh FUCK,” Eskel shouted as the wave of pleasure crested over him and his eyes rolled back in his head. Lambert pumped him through it, directing the splatter all over Eskel’s stomach and chest.
Eskel flopped back, panting and pushing his hair back.
“Gods, look at you,” Lambert smiled. He kneeled over Eskel, slowly stroking himself. “You look so fucking good.”
Lambert leaned down, eyes locked on Eskel’s, and, sticking his tongue out as far as it would go, slowly licked up Eskel’s stomach.
Eskel’s cock twitched again already, watching Lambert’s tongue at work. He dragged it lazily through the come, then lapped it into his mouth with a contented noise.
He licked Eskel’s stomach clean, tongue tracing through the grooves in his abs, then made his way up to Eskel’s chest, chasing every last drop. Once Eskel was cleaned off, he looped his tongue lazily around one nipple and then the other.
Eskel hissed as Lambert sucked a nipple into his mouth. He slid his hands into Lambert’s hair and pulled his fingers through those achingly perfect curls.
Lambert paused and looked up at him. “You like my hair, don’t you?”
Shit, was I that obvious. Eskel grinned sheepishly. “Yeah.” He scritched his nails on Lambert’s scalp.
Lambert nuzzled at his neck and hummed. “I knew it. I wasn’t planning on growing it out, but… I thought that maybe you liked it so I kept going.”
Eskel raked his fingers through it again and whispered, “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Eskel,” Lambert breathed, and their lips met again. Eskel put everything he had into that kiss, and it was tender and fiery all at once. He licked into Lambert’s mouth and moaned his name, he trapped Lambert’s lower lips between his teeth and tugged gently.
Lambert’s hand found Eskel’s cock hardening again, and he began to stroke him slowly. He pulled away from the kiss, lips pink and swollen. “And now, Bear, I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”
“Yes, Lambert. Please.” Eskel thrust his hips up into Lambert’s hand, wanting more.
Lambert lined up his cock against Eskel’s entrance and they both groaned as he slowly pushed in. “Fuck, you feel so tight every time, Eskel. Ahhh, fuck.”
“Yes, Lambert. Fuck me.”
Lambert rocked his hips, grinding down into Eskel’s ass, causing him to gasp when Lambert hit his prostate just right. “Like this?” he smirked.
“Fucking Melitele,” Eskel moaned. “Please, gods, yes.”
Lambert thrust again and Eskel wanted to weep. “Yes, just like that. Fuck, yes, Lambert. Oh gods, I want you so badly.”
“You’ve got me.” He leaned down to kiss Eskel again. His lips were hot and wet and needy, and they sucked and pulled at Eskel’s.
Lambert began to slowly slide in and out of Eskel’s hole while the kiss deepened, tongues winding desperately.
Eskel broke away with a cry when Lambert found the perfect angle. “Fucking gods, Lamb. Fucking right there. Ah, fuck!” He threw his head back and slid his hands down Lambert’s back, fingertips digging into his ass cheeks.
Lambert sped up, his hips slamming hard into Eskel’s ass with each thrust. “Ahhhh, Eskel, fuck.”
“Yes, harder, Lamb. Harder.”
Lambert obeyed, pounding Eskel into the mattress. Eskel groaned, the ability to form words lost to him.
“Oh gods.” Lambert wrapped his hand around Eskel’s leaking cock and began to pump him in time to his thrusts. “Come again for me, Bear.”
Eskel closed his eyes as the waves of pleasure washed over him. He cried out Lambert’s name, feeling himself clench down around his cock, and then Lambert was coming, too.
“I love you, Eskel,” he panted as he shuddered and fell onto Eskel’s chest.
“I love you, too,” Eskel replied, wrapping his arms around Lambert and holding him close, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.
They lay there breathing together for a minute until he could feel Lambert’s cock soften and begin to slip out, his seed dripping out onto Eskel’s thighs.
Lambert rolled onto his side and he leaned forward to kiss Eskel again, soft and sweet, then he grabbed a washcloth off the bedside table and began to gently wipe Eskel’s come off of their chests, and his own off of Eskel’s legs.
Eskel watched him silently, unable to keep the smile off his face.
“What?” Lambert asked, quirking an eyebrow at him as he tossed the washcloth into the hamper.
“Oh, nothing, I just… was thinking about work. What are we going to tell them?”
“We’re going to tell them you’re my boyfriend, and we’re going to fucking put Geralt and Jaskier to shame with all the making out we’re going to do in the kitchen.”
Eskel laughed, loud and clear, then reached out to touch Lambert’s arm. “Come here.”
Lambert wrapped himself around Eskel’s side, and Eskel turned his head to bury his nose in Lambert’s hair. One hand came up and he laced his fingers through those red curls, gently tugging and teasing them just as he pleased.
Lambert made a happy noise of contentment and wriggled even closer, tucking a hand under Eskel’s back.
“Wait a second,” it occurred to Eskel. “You said you weren’t a cuddler?”
He could hear the smile in Lambert’s voice. “I’m a cuddler.”
Eskel grinned into Lambert’s hair. “I knew it.” He wrapped his other arm around Lambert’s waist.
“Yeah, I just… thought it would be simpler if we… didn’t.”
Eskel nodded. “Yeah, I guess it was simpler… It also…”
“Fucking sucked?” finished Lambert.
“Yeah. It fucking sucked.”
“Well,” he gave Eskel a squeeze. “I’m here now.”*
Eskel looked at the curl around his finger.
“I know.”
* * * * *
Eskel woke up in the morning wrapped around Lambert from behind, nose in his hair. “I’m fucking in love with you," flashed back to him, and his mouth stretched so wide into a smile it almost hurt. He took a deep breath, smelling Lambert’s after shave and hair product and sweat. His fingers gently traced the red hair on Lambert’s chest, glowing in the morning light as it rose and fell with his breathing. He listened to the soft inhale and exhale until his own matched it.
Lambert stirred, his ass wiggling against Eskel’s cock. Eskel pressed back gently almost without thinking, feeling its growing hardness. His lips found Lambert’s shoulder and left a soft kiss.
Lambert huffed a grin and arched his back in a stretch, grinding his ass into Eskel. “Good morning,” he mumbled.
“Morning.” Eskel drew him in tighter and brushed Lambert’s hair aside so he could leave another kiss on his neck. He rocked his hips, his erection pressing into the cleft between Lambert’s cheeks. His other hand slid down and brushed Lambert’s dick with gentle fingers.
Lambert shivered and tilted his head to the side to bare more of his neck to Eskel’s lips. “Give me two minutes and I’ll meet you in the shower?”
“Mmm,” Eskel rumbled, sliding his fingers around Lambert’s hardening cock. “Make that one minute.”
“I’ll do my best.” He rolled on top of Eskel and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, and then rolled off to the other side and slid out of the bed.
Eskel admired his naked ass as he left.
* * * *
Lambert let the water heat up, steam spilling out of the shower. He climbed into the tub, the warmth of the spray making his skin tingle. He tipped his head back and let the water wash through his hair, and his mind and heart wandered back to “I was in love with you. Am. Am in love with you. Too.”
He had been terrified of falling in love with his best friend, the solid centre of his life. He kept pushing those feelings away until he could no longer escape them. It had taken him a long time, and a few nudges from Aiden, to admit to himself what was happening with Eskel. But he would not dwell on the time wasted. Because it wasn’t. They were best friends back then, and that counted for something. They had grown closer, learned everything there was to know about one another. It was the time they needed to fall in love.
And now Eskel was his and he was about to show him that again. He wrapped his hand around his cock, bringing himself to full hardness in just a few short strokes, waiting for Eskel to appear.
Then the shower curtain pushed back and there he was, naked and gorgeous, dark hair falling onto his forehead, eyes alight with happiness.
How did he get so fucking lucky.
Eskel climbed in and wrapped himself right around Lambert, their wet cocks sliding together. He crushed his lips to Lambert’s, then opened his mouth wide, tongue searching.
Lambert tilted his head, allowing Eskel to take what he needed, trying to tell him, Yes, I’m all yours. He barely felt the water on his head now, lost in the wet slippery feel of the skin under his fingertips and the probing tongue in his mouth. He could hardly believe this beautiful man, his wide shoulders, thick chest, strong arms, his brilliant mind and kind heart. Eskel was his now, to touch and kiss and love as he liked.
He felt Eskel’s fingers tracing down his back, cupping his ass and pulling him harder against his hips. His lips slid down to Lambert’s neck, sucking and pulling at the sensitive skin there.
Lambert sighed. “Eskel.” Never stop.
His hand slipped between them to wrap around Eskel’s cock and he slid it up and down in smooth, even strokes. “What do you want, Bear?” Just ask.
“I want you to fuck me again,” Eskel murmured against his neck.
“Oh yeah?” His dick throbbed at the idea. “Aren’t you sore?”
“A little,” Eskel said, with another soft kiss on his jawbone. “But I still want you. Just go slow.”
Anything. “You got it. Turn around,” Lambert ordered him, giving his cock a small squeeze before he let go.
Eskel turned and braced his hands on the shower wall, bending forward at the waist a little. Lambert leaned out of the shower and pawed through a drawer until he came back with lube.
Eskel looked at him over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. “You keep lube in the bathroom?”
Lambert grinned. “You never know…” He squirted some onto his fingers and gently slid one past Eskel’s tight rim and into his hole. “Is this okay?”
Eskel nodded, goosebumps popping up all over his back. “Yeah… more.”
Lambert prepared him slowly, checking along the way that Eskel was good, until finally he was thrusting three fingers in and out and Eskel moaned. “Please, Lambert.”
Lambert lined himself up and gripped Eskel’s hips in his hands, then slowly slid his cock home.
“Ah!” Eskel gasped. “Oh gods, yes…” He ground his ass back into Lambert. “Yes, Lambert.”
Lambert began to fuck into him gently, planting wet kisses on Eskel’s neck and shoulders. He pumped Eskel’s cock with his hand, whispering to him. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful Eskel. The way you take my cock… you feel so fucking good.”
Eskel groaned and pushed back against him. “Yes, ahh, FUCK.”
“Your cock is gorgeous, so thick and hard… I can’t wait to have my mouth again, suck it down for you…”
Lambert could feel Eskel tensing, then with a shout he came onto the tile.
Once Eskel had caught his breath, he turned and pressed Lambert against the shower wall. “I want more of your cock.” He dropped to his knees, swallowing Lambert down.
Lambert threw his head back and moaned, sliding his fingers into Eskel’s hair. He felt Eskel’s mouth pulling and sucking at him and he thought he might die from pleasure right then and there.
Eskel grabbed his ass and encouraged him to fuck into his mouth harder. He thrust into Eskel’s throat until he came, crying out Eskel’s name.
Eskel stood up and leaned into him, tucking his nose into Lambert's neck and running his hands up and down Lambert’s arms until his breath came back to him.
Then they gently soaped and scrubbed each other in between gentle kisses, and Lambert hoped he would never wake up from this dream.
* * * *
When they were toweling off Lambert smiled at him.“Go get dressed but take your time. I’m going to make you breakfast.”
Eskel ran his fingers through Lambert’s wet hair one more time and couldn’t resist stealing one more kiss. “Thank you.”
When Eskel came down to the kitchen Lambert was busy at the stove. “Have a seat,” he waved a hand at the table where a mug of coffee was already waiting for him. “I’m just finishing up your omelette.”
“You made me an omelette?” Eskel asked incredulously.
Lambert grinned and pushed his hair back. “Yeah.” He slid an omelette out of the pan and set the plate down in front of Eskel.
“But you hate making omelettes.”
Lambert nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at him hard. “I’d make you a thousand omelettes, Eskel.” His blue eyes were wide and clear.
Eskel felt the emotion welling in his throat. He reached up to take hold of Lambert’s navy blue t-shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. “I love you.” He felt a thrill at being able to say those words freely.
“I love you, too.” He straightened up and his eyes crinkled as he smiled at Eskel. “Now eat up.”
* * * * *
On the way to work Eskel’s fingers drummed on the steering wheel.
“What’s up?” Lambert asked, looking at him affectionately.
“I’m nervous.”
“Why are you nervous?” Lambert’s hand slid onto Eskel’s thigh and gave him a reassuring squeeze.
“What are we actually going to say?”
Lambert chuckled. “Let me handle it. Just go with it.”
They walked in, Lambert with a confident swagger, and busied themselves at their lockers, slipping their uniforms on. They washed up and joined Geralt, Jaskier, Triss, and a handful of the kitchen staff already there getting ready for the day.
Lambert looked at Eskel and winked. Then in the middle of the kitchen, he walked up to Eskel, cupped his face with both hands, and kissed him. Eskel grinned into it and kissed him back, sliding his arms around Lambert, who then jumped up and wrapped his legs around Eskel’s waist.
“What,” they heard a shriek, “the fuck!!!” It was Jaskier.
“Shut up!” Triss squealed. “Really? Finally?”
After a few more wet, sloppy moments, Eskel let Lambert climb down and they smiled at each other.
“Wait, ‘finally’?” Eskel wondered once he processed what Triss had said, turning to look at her.
“Yes, ‘finally’! Oh my gods, who won the pool?” Triss looked around.
Geralt shrugged at her. “Not me. I was out a couple years ago.”
“What? I missed the pool for Lambert and Eskel?” Jaskier said indignantly.
“Pool? Years???” Eskel choked out.
Geralt smirked at the shocked expressions on Eskel and Lambert’s faces. “Yeah, we started the pool for you two like almost five years ago. When you first started working here. You guys were the original pool.”
Eskel opened and closed his mouth a couple times while Lambert looked at him. “Well, shit,” Lambert said with a chuckle. “Now I feel like even more of an idiot.”
“So? Who won? Who kept track of the guesses?” Jaskier demanded, hands on hips.
Eskel was curious too.
“I did… Oh! I know!” Triss ran to dig through her purse and removed a crumpled, faded piece of paper. She unfolded it. “Let’s see… Regis! Regis won! Everyone else was wrong by like years but Regis was still in it. Ha, he only gave you until March though! You’re in under the wire.”
“Regis. He knew.” Eskel slid his arms around Lambert’s waist, then tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “We have some time to make up.”
Lambert smiled at him. “I have nowhere else to be.”
One Year, Nine Months, and Ten Days Later
“Lambert!” Eskel called, knocking on the bathroom door. “It’s time to go! I’m sure your hair looks great!”
“I’m here,” Lambert’s voice came from behind him. “I’m ready.”
Eskel whirled and his jaw dropped.
Lambert was wearing a faintly checked three-piece navy blue suit with a white shirt and soft violet tie. The blue of the suit perfectly set off his hair and the short, sexy beard he had started growing. Eskel felt like he was melting. “You look amazing.”
Lambert slid his hands around Eskel’s waist and gave him a peck. “So do you.” Eskel had gone with a light grey suit and a blue tie that matched Lambert’s eyes. They kissed again, this time lips soft and lingering.
“Mmm,” Eskel rumbled. “Enough of that. We need to leave now or we’ll be late.”
“Somehow I doubt that,” Lambert said against his lips, but allowed Eskel to peel his hands away so they could head downstairs.
Eskel grabbed their gift and a bag of snacks off the kitchen counter and they loaded themselves into the car, ready for the drive out to the coast.
The wedding was at the Temple of Lilvani, a beautiful stone building with large stained glass windows that opened to the sea. They took their seats and waited for the ceremony to begin, fingers laced together.
The vows tugged at Eskel’s heart, and he found himself holding Lambert’s hand tighter. A thought took hold in his mind, and it began to grow.
It continued growing after the ceremony was complete, and they each hugged the happy couple and made their way out through the stained glass doors onto the mosaiced terrace.
Lambert rested his forearms on the stone railing and leaned out, eyes on the gentle waves rolling in. Eskel watched the way the breeze blew Lambert’s curls back from his face. He could feel each beat of his heart as it sent a burst of joy skittering along his spine and down each limb, right to his fingertips and toes. He wanted this moment, this man, forever.
“Lambert.” The name fell from his lips.
Lambert turned to look at him, eyes soft, the corners of his mouth lifting up.
“I love you,” Eskel started.
“I love you too, Bear.”
He slid his hand over Lambert’s and squeezed. Lambert rubbed his thumb over Eskel’s knuckles.
“I love you and I want to be with you forever.” The words tumbled out. “I didn’t pick out a ring or anything, but I wanted to know… I was hoping… Will you marry me?”
Lambert threw his head back and laughed. Wait, why was he laughing?
Lambert reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small, square box. “You fucker, you just ruined my moment.” He turned to face Eskel and dropped to one knee.
Eskel’s mouth fell open and his heart began to pound as Lambert opened the box to reveal a small, simple platinum band.
“Eskel, you have my heart,” he said simply. “I mean… it took us a while. Took me a while. But I’ve never been happier and I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I guess I already know your answer now, but… will you marry me?” Lambert’s eyes were crinkled with mirth as he held the ring up.
Eskel let Lambert slide the ring onto his finger, then he took his hand and pulled him back to his feet. “Yes, Lamb.” He felt a tear roll down his face. “Yes, please.” Their lips met, and Lambert’s thumb brushed across Eskel’s cheek, wiping the tear away.
Their lips parted, fitting together perfectly, and Eskel slid his hands into red curls, gently teasing, lifting them up like a gust of wind off the sea.