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After a restless night, everything came flooding back to Eskel the instant he woke up. He groaned and covered his face with his hands. What the fuck had he been thinking. This was the worst decision he had ever made in his life, including the time he tried to bleach his hair blonde in high school. Messing around with Lambert? Sweet fucking Melitele. There could not be a next time. It could absolutely not happen again.
He silently crept down the stairs and into the kitchen, not wanting to wake up his roommate. He had visions of Lambert casually bringing up the incident over breakfast. After taking a moment to imagine how that might go, he made a plan to grab some coffee and food and then retreat into his bedroom where he could hide for the rest of his life.
Eskel was still waiting at the toaster when Lambert moseyed into the kitchen, hair everywhere, all adorable and sleepy as usual, like he hadn’t given Eskel a hand job the night before.
“Hey,” Lambert nodded at him and started to reach past Eskel for a coffee mug. Eskel jumped out of the way, afraid that the slightest contact would remind Lambert he had a body, and thus a penis, and from there it was only a short hop over to, “Hey, remember how I made you come in about 90 seconds last night?”
“Hey.” Eskel burned a hole into the toaster with his eyes, willing it to hurry the fuck up.
Lambert poured some coffee and took a seat at the kitchen table. He started lazily scrolling through his phone. “Can you do one for me?”
“What?”
“Can you put a piece of bread in for me?”
“Oh, yeah.” Get a fucking grip, Eskel.
His phone buzzed at him and he welcomed the distraction. It was a text from Regis saying that they were going to open up late today because of all the snow, if at all, so no hurry to get to work. Right. Eskel had completely forgotten about the blizzard last night.
“Shit, that’s a lot of snow,” he said, pulling the blinds out of the way and looking out the kitchen window. Lambert came to look too and Eskel moved aside so their shoulders wouldn't touch.
Lambert whistled. “Quite the load.”
Good gods.
Eskel hastily spread peanut butter on his toast and ate it in about three bites. He downed his coffee and announced he was going to start shoveling. Lambert barely looked up from his phone.
Eskel attacked the driveway first, then the sidewalk… and the sidewalks in front of the neighbours’ houses. Each time he pushed the shovel into the snow, the scrape along the cement sounded like 'next', and the whoosh of each toss of snow into the yard was 'time'. Next. Time. Next. Time.
When his muscles had finally had enough and were screaming at him to stop, he went inside to shower. Mercifully, Lambert had disappeared into his room.
A few minutes later when he got out of the shower there was another text from Regis letting them know that he had decided to open up for dinner, so the two of them headed in. Eskel turned the music up louder than normal in his car, eyes hard on the road, a permanent blush on his cheeks. While he was relieved that Lambert hadn’t brought it up, it was also the super awkward, extra large elephant in the room.
He put his head down at work, doing his best to focus on the task, but still. When he was chopping tomatoes, each clack of the knife on the cutting board was a word: Next. Time. Next. Time. Each clang of the whisk on the metal bowl while he whipped the egg whites: Next time next time next time next time.
The week went on like this, and still Lambert acted like nothing had happened. Eskel was completely on edge, his nerves winding tighter and tighter. He retreated to his room the instant they got home, and, once the house was still and dark, he would jerk off under the covers, imagining it was Lambert’s hand each time.
At least he could keep his mind occupied at work. The restaurant hummed, now fully into its busiest season, with Christmas parties almost every night. It felt comforting - normal - to be around a whole building full of people who did not know that Lambert had given him a hand job on Monday.
They were at work the Saturday after, and things were slowing down for the night. Geralt, Eskel, and Lambert were closing down the kitchen and overseeing some of tomorrow’s prep.
Jaskier slipped into the kitchen and leaned against the counter.
“Sooooo…” he started. “I need a favour from one of you.”
Lambert snorted. “No.”
Jaskier sputtered. “I haven’t even asked-”
“Yeah, but I already know it’s a no for me.” Lambert grinned at him.
Eskel rolled his eyes. “Go ahead, Jaskier.”
“Well, the thing is…” he fiddled with the stack of dish towels on the counter. “My parents are having a Christmas party and… I have to go, and… I sort of told them… I was hoping one of you would...”
“Are you about to ask one of us to be your Fake Boyfriend?” Lambert asked with glee. He all but fell over laughing.
Jaskier’s cheeks turned pink and he seemed to be at a rare loss for words.
Eskel looked at Geralt with a grin. If this wasn’t an opportunity for each of them to finally figure out that they were in love, he didn’t know what was.
Geralt’s eyes went wide.
Jaskier bit his lip and looked at Geralt pleadingly.
Geralt groaned.
“He’ll do it,” Eskel proclaimed, leading to fresh peals of laughter from Lambert.
Later in the car on the way home Lambert was chuckling again. “Fake boyfriend… does that actually happen in real life?”
Eskel smiled and shrugged. “Maybe this will finally be the push they need to get together.”
Lambert snorted. “Unlikely. Geralt doesn’t do feelings.”
“And you do?”
“If I liked someone, I’d tell them.”
Oh.
When they got home Lambert disappeared upstairs to go take a shower. Eskel threw on some sweats, grabbed a bowl of popcorn, and got comfortable on the couch. He flipped to Netflix and put on the next episode of Schitt’s Creek.
Lambert appeared right as the episode was ending and flopped down next to him. “Oh, not this shit again.”
“What are you talking about? This show is amazing.”
“Give me the remote.”
“No, go watch something on your laptop.”
“It’s dead, remember?”
“You haven’t taken it in yet?”
“Nah.”
Eskel suddenly remembered the night Lambert’s laptop had died, and while he was suitably distracted, Lambert made a dive for the remote in his hand.
Eskel recovered quickly, laughing and moving it out of the way to his other hand just in time.
Lambert reached for it again, his torso now pressing into Eskel’s. Lambert’s hair tickled his cheek, and Eskel was hit with a wave of Lambert’s freshly applied aftershave.
Eskel let him take the remote.
Lambert settled next to him, a little breathlessly. “We’re watching Breaking Bad.”
“Again?” Eskel griped, but he watched Lambert out of the corner of his eye. Watched him lick his lips and push his hair back. Wondered if that was a little bulge in his sweats. Maybe it was 'next time' right now.
Because every thought he had had about “there can be no ‘next time’” had flown from his head when Lambert had pressed against him, and now his heart was hammering. And his dick was getting hard. And it wasn’t so bad if they did it just one more time, right? He owed Lambert, after all.
The show started and Eskel pretended to watch, mind furiously churning through things he could possibly say. Do you want me to… If you feel like it, we could… So, I think it’s my turn...
When the credits rolled, Eskel turned to Lambert. Say something, he told himself.
“Wanna go watch porn again?” Lambert said first.
Eskel blinked at him. “Okay.” Well, that was easy.
Eskel had a quick shower too, and then they were sitting together on Eskel’s bed again, a video cued up and ready to play. Eskel wasn’t sure what state of undress to begin in, so he settled on shirtless with his pajama bottoms still on. Lambert had come in wearing just his boxer briefs, and Eskel could see he was already hard. He tried not to stare at the outline of Lambert’s cock, instead taking in his six-pack covered in a dusting of red hair, hip bones jutting out deliciously above the waistband of his boxers.
Eskel was painfully nervous, and was extremely grateful when, without any preamble, Lambert pressed play on the video. They watched for a few minutes and then Lambert pulled his cock out.
“Did you wanna…?” he asked.
Eskel nodded. “Yeah, sure.” His heart was hammering. They’d been roommates for years, and he’d certainly seen the odd glimpse of Lambert soft here and there, but never like this. Hard and so… close. He squeezed some lube onto his fingers and rubbed them together to warm it up, and tentatively reached for Lambert’s thick cock. Eskel gulped as he carefully wrapped his fingers around the silky smooth shaft, gently sliding his hand down to the base. He experimented with a few soft strokes.
Lambert groaned a little and ever so slightly thrust his hips up. “You don’t gotta be so gentle, Esk.”
Eskel nodded and gripped a little tighter, his hand gliding up and down. When a drop of precome appeared on the tip, he licked his lips, suddenly feeling the urge to taste it. Instead he smoothed his palm over the head, enjoying the groan it elicited from Lambert.
Lambert closed his eyes and sighed, leaning back on his hands. Eskel could not tear his eyes from Lambert’s face, knowing he was the cause of the pleasure he saw there.
“Yeah, like that,” Lambert moaned. “A little faster.”
Eskel complied, listening carefully to the sounds Lambert made. He wanted to remember exactly what he liked.
“Gods, Eskel, yes,” he panted. “Yeah, faster.”
Eskel’s own cock throbbed. He watched Lambert bite his lower lip, and did the same. It was all he could do to stop himself from leaning over to take Lambert’s lip between his teeth instead.
“Fuck, yes, FUCK. I’m gonna come, Eskel.” His eyes were closed, brow furrowed.
Eskel grabbed the towel and licked his lips, watching Lambert’s come spurt out. Lambert tilted his head back and groaned loudly, and it was a sound Eskel would never forget.
Lambert pushed his hair back with one hand. “Fuck. That was the best hand job I’ve had in a long time.” He tucked himself away, still panting.
Eskel flushed. ‘Thank you’ seemed like an inappropriate response, so instead he just nodded and turned his attention back to the forgotten porn. He squirmed a little, his dick achingly hard.
Lambert stood up. “Okay, well… Night.”
And then he was gone.
Eskel slowly wrapped his hand around his own cock, listening for the sound of Lambert’s door closing. When he heard the click, he frantically jerked himself off, the porn forgotten again.
I’m gonna come, Eskel, he heard Lambert say again and again in his head. He was barely able to keep the whimper from escaping his lips when he came.
The next night it happened again. They watched another episode of Breaking Bad, Eskel wound tighter than a spring. When the show ended Lambert just looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Eskel nodded.
This time they both went straight to Eskel’s room, shirts and pants tossed onto the floor haphazardly.
“Take your boxers off, too,” Lambert told him as he sent his own flying, half-hard cock bouncing free.
Eskel pulled his underwear off, admiring the long muscled lines of Lambert’s body.
Lambert stretched out on the bed and jerked his chin at Eskel. “Come here.”
Eskel lay down next to him, leaving a good foot-and-a-half between them, but Lambert scooted closer. He grabbed the lube off of the bedside table and squirted some onto each of their fingers and wrapped his hand around Eskel’s cock.
“Touch me, Eskel,” he whispered.
Lambert’s cock was so beautiful, Eskel wanted to weep. It was heavy in his hand, hot and hard, and, once again, he thought about how it would feel in his mouth.
He slid his hand up and down Lambert’s shaft, groaning when Lambert matched the pace on his.
“Is this how you like it?” Lambert asked him.
“Yeah,” Eskel breathed, keeping his eyes down. He could hardly handle being this near to Lambert, in the dark, lips wet and glistening. He would only have to lean forward the slightest bit to touch their lips together.
“You like it when I jerk you off?” Lambert asked, twisting his palm around the head of Eskel’s cock.
“Ah, gods, fuck,” Eskel moaned, back arching. “Yes, I fucking love it.”
Lambert grinned. “I knew you would. Mmm, go faster, Bear.”
Eskel felt a shudder at that nickname. He quickened his pace, and felt Lambert do the same.
The room was quiet aside from the wet sounds of their hands sliding and their soft groans and grunts.
“Where do you want me to come?” Eskel panted when he realized he was close.
“All over me,” was the reply, and that was all Eskel needed.
His come splattered onto Lambert’s stomach and chest, one drop even landing on his chin.
And then Lambert was coming too, all over Eskel.
They lay there panting for a minute. Eskel watched Lambert use his thumb to wipe a drop of Eskel’s come off his chin. Then Lambert chuckled, using the sheet to begin wiping Eskel clean. “Sorry, I didn’t ask, I just…”
“No, it’s fine, I could have moved…”
Eskel watched Lambert clean him. He was so close he could smell Lambert’s hair products again and he took a deep breath.
Lambert used the sheet to wipe the come off of his torso, then he slid off the bed, sheet balled up in his hands. “I’ll just toss this in the laundry. Night.”
Eskel pulled the comforter over top of himself and flopped onto the pillow.
There was no harm in this, right? Just keeping it casual. He didn’t think there was any danger in Lambert getting emotionally invested, and, as long as Eskel kept reminding himself of that fact, it was okay. And maybe it wouldn’t become a regular thing. So if Lambert wanted to jerk him off every now and then, it was fine. It was just two guys, helping each other get off to porn…
Except, fuck. They hadn’t even gotten the laptop out.
* * * *
The next night they got back from the restaurant late and Lambert just showed up in Eskel’s bedroom without any discussion. Eskel was waiting for him.
And the night after. Eskel had his hand wrapped around Lambert and was stroking him off when he again eyed the bead of precome at the tip of Lambert’s cock. This time he had to taste it. Before he could think about it too much, he asked, “Can I… suck you off?”
Lambert’s eyes widened in surprise for maybe a half a second, but then he smiled. “Fuck yeah.”
Eskel slid onto the floor and reached for Lambert’s legs. He pulled Lambert over to the edge of the bed and pushed his legs apart, settling comfortably between his spread knees.
Eskel licked his lips and slowly dragged his tongue along the bottom of Lambert’s shaft. Lambert hissed and gripped the edge of the bed with his hands.
Encouraged, he did it again, this time lapping up the precome, then closing his lips over the head, sucking gently.
“Ah, fuck,” Lambert growled. “Fuck, yes, Eskel.”
Eskel slid his lips down Lambert’s shaft, taking him in until he felt Lambert’s cock hit the back of his throat.
His dick felt just as heavy and thick as he imagined it would, and he groaned at the sensation of it filling his mouth.
“Oh gods, when you make that noise…” Lambert tipped his head back. “Fuck, Bear.”
Eskel groaned again - Bear - then began to move, his head sliding up and down as he started to work Lambert’s cock in earnest. He was so turned on by the feeling of having Lambert’s dick stuffed in his mouth that his own started to throb. He reached down and began to stroke himself.
He could feel Lambert watching him. “You look good with my dick in your mouth,” Lambert purred at him. “So full. You like it, don’t you?”
Eskel squeezed his own dick and moaned, drool escaping his mouth. Gods, every word Lambert said went straight to his cock.
“That’s right, touch yourself. Make yourself come too.” He was starting to pant.
Lambert inched his hips ever so slightly forward, knuckles white where he still held on tight to the mattress.
Eskel braced himself with one hand on Lambert’s thigh and again pushed himself forwards until Lambert’s cock was against the back of his throat, his nose buried in Lambert’s red pubic hair.
He slowly pulled back, cheeks hollowed, while Lambert writhed and moaned above him.
“Ah, gods. I’m going to come…”
Lambert gave him enough warning to move, but there was no way Eskel wasn’t swallowing every last drop. He bobbed up and down again, feeling all of Lambert’s muscles tense, thighs trembling, until his come was shooting hot and salty down Eskel’s throat.
Lambert cried out, and with another stroke Eskel was coming too, but he kept his lips around the head of Lambert’s cock, gently sucking down the last few drops.
Lambert fell back onto the bed with a grunt. Eskel wiped his lips and sat on the bed next to him.
“That was.... You were… good,” Lambert breathed.
Eskel felt his hand twitch, longing to reach out and run a hand down Lambert’s arm. But before he could, Lambert was up, collecting his boxers off the ground. And then, “Night.” And gone.
Eskel seemed to be living in two separate worlds now. There was his roommate Lambert, same old, who hogged the remote and left crumbs in the butter, and then there was this other Lambert who appeared in his bed at night, who gave him the best orgasms of his life, and each of them never mentioned the other.
Fuck. They had not had one. Single. Conversation about it.
So it was bound to get awkward eventually.