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Jaskier was more than happy to slip out of the fine black suit and plain white button-up, leaving the clothes in a pile on the floor, right next to his bed.
Usually, his suit worked like an armor - making him feel important, powerful and respected. But today it felt more like a cage, or a too tightly laced corset, that didn't let him breathe.
The fusion was coming up and as the company's head of accounting he had a shitton of work dumped on him. Everything was important, every issue had a fixed deadline and everything had to be addressed by the end of yesterday. He liked the fast pace of his work environment, liked being challenged and pressed, but on a day like this - it was just too much.
With a deep sigh of relief, he turned off his work mobile for the whole weekend and placed it on his nightstand.
Then, he took a long look at his almost naked figure in the mirror. Plain, gray boxers, black socks and a thin golden chain around his neck. He looked like everybody back at the office. A generic, almost computer-generated everyman. It was time to spice things up a little.
Two hours later he was sitting in his favorite nook at the bar down the road, sipping on a mojito to cool himself off. It was a warm summer night, so he wore one of his short-sleeved shirts in a dark purple color, the flashy golden buttons half opened to show off a bit of his chest hair and the multiple necklaces he decided to adorn himself with. He underlined his eyes with kohl and added just a hint of violet eyeshadow to match his shirt. His ring-adorned fingers tapped against the glass to the rhythm of one of less-known David Bowie songs and he wished his company didn't have such a strict dress code, so that he could go back to wearing earrings again.
A man, sitting alone at the bar, caught Jaskier's attention, as he emptied his drink and was thinking about what to order next.
Jaskier came to the bar to unwind, relax after a tiring week of juggling invoices, going through spreadsheet after spreadsheet of numbers and tackling his boss's calls to urge him to speed up. He wasn't in the mood for making friends, looking for hook ups and all that shit, but that stranger had caught his eye anyway.
Maybe because he was exactly Jaskier's type.
Tall, broad in the shoulders, his frame hugged by a tight black sleeveless shirt and a pair of dark jeans. His black hair ended just at the base of his neck, framing his wide, strong jaw. And then there were the tattoo sleeves - his one arm was full of colorful flowers, buds and leaves, almost half of a botanical atlas on his skin; the other arm was almost fully black, showing what looked to Jaskier like a murder of feral crows.
Jaskier thought that he could make an exception tonight and try to win a new friend.
"Hey, Marcos," he approached the bar, catching the bartender's attention, placing his empty glass on the counter. "Can I get another mojito, please?"
"Sure thing," the guy replied, taking the empty glass from Jaskier and fixing him a new drink.
Jaskier leaned against the bar and shot the tattooed stranger a faint smile with a decided look from under his half-lidded eyes. "And... since I feel like making new friends tonight, I'll pay for whatever this guy's having." He pointed at the man, trying to act more friendly than bold.
The man's hazel brown eyes widened in surprise at first, but then he smiled widely at Jaskier and sent him a faint nod. "Appreciated," he said, his voice low and thick like honey. Causing something pleasurable to prickle under Jaskier's skin.
"Not a problem. Enjoy your night." Jaskier winked at him, grabbed his drink and returned to his seat, giving his hips just a little bit of an exaggerated sway.
He knew the bait had worked, when only an hour later he found himself in the alley behind the bar, pressed to the cold brick wall, strong broad hands holding his hips in place, and a knee between his legs.
He was being kissed like there was no tomorrow, plush lips on his, a curious tongue exploring his mouth, warm breath intertwined with his as he tangled his fingers in the long black locks of the stranger's hair.
"You got a name?" The man whispered against Jaskier's neck, pressing his knee a little bit harder to Jaskier's groin, causing his breath to hitch.
"Oh, it's-... I'm Jaskier," Jaskier said, holding onto those black locks for dear life, while the man was sucking a bruise into his collarbone.
"Name as pretty as you," the stranger breathed into Jaskier's ear, making Jaskier's hairs stand on end. "I'm Eskel."
"Nice to meet you," Jaskier replied sheepishly, tugging just a little at the man's hair to guide his lips back onto his.
"Likewise," came a whispered reply, before that clever tongue entered Jaskier's mouth again.
Jaskier loved that the man was taller and broader than him, making him feel equally safe and helpless. Eskel seemed like a fun, generous person to hook up with, with his hands already finding their way under Jaskier's shirt and his whole body rubbing against Jaskier's frame, especially his cock. But...
As much as Jaskier felt attracted to the guy, his cock just wasn't cooperating. He let himself be kissed, licked, held in ways he really enjoyed, but still... nothing. Must've been all the stress at work.
He groaned in frustration against Eskel's mouth and the man withdrew immediately.
"Not that much into it?" he asked, shooting a knowing look towards Jaskier's crotch.
"Uh... I... Don't take it personally, it was just a stressful week for me and... yeah." Jaskier's shoulders slumped in resignation. Somehow he already missed the warmth of the man's mouth on his and wasn't ready to end the night this way. "You know we could still... make out, or I could suck you off..."
"Oh, don't let it bother you," Eskel replied with an honest smile. "Guess today's not the day." He shrugged.
"Yeah," Jaskier admitted halfheartedly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Wanna exchange phone numbers? Hook up when the time is right?"
Jaskier huffed. "I'd... I'd rather not."
"Leaving it up to Destiny, I get it." Eskel nodded. There wasn't an ounce of sarcasm in his tone and Jaskier was more than grateful for it. He already felt incredibly awkward as it was. "Well, was nice meeting you. Hope to catch you sometime in the future."
He placed one last, very soft and very long kiss on Jaskier's lips and took off into the night.
"Julian, I will need the financial reports from the last quarter as asap as possible," Alice's head popped into his office.
"Like... all of the finances? Are they insane?" Jaskier groaned and leaned against his chair, pressing his eyes shut. "I still haven't received the marketing expenses report from Martha, so they have to be patient."
"Julian. We need to be on our best performance now. You know that there will most probably be layoffs after the fusion is done, right? They better remember us from the good side."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." He waved her off. "Tell them they'll get it tomorrow morning."
She smiled sympathetically at him. "Tomorrow's Saturday."
"Fuck. Okay, I'll stay after hours if needed, they'll get it today." Jaskier could already feel the stress creeping up his neck, nestling between his shoulder blades and squeezing at his arms.
"Thanks, you're the best," Alice sung and promptly left his office.
"Unfortunately, I am," Jaskier sighed and dived into yet another huge spreadsheet.
He finished 'only' two hours after the workday ended and as soon as he got home, he changed outfits and ventured out into the night. The stress from another tiring week had already made itself a home between his shoulder blades and squeezed at his chest, so Jaskier decided to beat it before it moved further up his body and caused him a headache.
So dancing it off it was.
It was well past ten pm when he entered the club and he immediately regretted his decision. The club was packed and apparently it had a 90's techno music themed evening - unlike the usual disco and pop mix Jaskier was so fond of.
He stood on the dancefloor right next to the stairs that were leading up and out of the club and tried to decide whether to stay or leave. He took that extra effort to dress up nicely (a tight shimmering blue top, black skinny jeans and bracelets, so many bracelets!) and he didn't want to waste the outfit, but then the faint throbbing in his head indicated that the club was too loud, too crowded and just... too much.
Jaskier was getting old, wasn't he?
He decided to go outside and give himself a few more minutes to decide.
He leaned against the wall, just a few feet away from the entrance, and closed his eyes for a moment. A minute or two later he heard a movement next to him - someone joined him. Jaskier willed himself to open his eyes.
"Nice to see you there." Jaskier recognized the honey-like voice even before he saw the tattooed arms and the black hair and kind eyes.
"Eskel." He smiled at the man. "What were the odds."
"Destiny seems to like me," Eskel said, smiling, burying his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. Tonight he was wearing a buttoned up deep red shirt, that went really well with his dark hair and the tattoos. Jaskier couldn't look away even if he wanted to.
"I'd rather be concerned you were stalking me. Like, meeting accidentally two weekends in a row?" Jaskier caught himself saying, realizing how stupid he sounded the moment the words left his mouth.
"It's rather the fact that I moved into the city only recently and haven't ventured further out than the few blocks away from my apartment," Eskel offered, smiling openly at Jaskier with one brow raised. He kept a light tone in his voice, but it didn't escape Jaskier's attention how his eyes travelled along Jaskier's body, making short stops at his neck, chest and crotch. Totally checking him out. Eskel licked his lips before pointing at the club's entrance and asking, "You're going in? Or leaving? Or..."
Jaskier got a headache only thinking about re-entering the club, so he shook his head. "I figured I'm not in the mood for clubbing tonight, so..." his eyes flicked to Eskel's mouth, "I'm open to suggestions."
Eskel propped himself on one arm against the wall and moved closer to Jaskier, his face mere inches away from Jaskier's. "Interested in taking it up where we left off?"
Jaskier swallowed thickly, his gaze now fixed on Eskel's mouth, that plush, soft lower lip that sent him spiraling last weekend. He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, there was already a hand cradling his cheek, the other caressing his side and he was being kissed again.
"How's that stress level this week?" Eskel purred into his ear after their lips parted, caressing Jaskier's jaw with his thumb.
"Well, I'm definitely too stressed to be making out right at the main entrance to a club," Jaskier replied, laughing nervously. Second meeting and he was making a fool out of himself again.
"Good thing I live just around the corner," Eskel offered. "The flat is not fully furnished yet, since I've just moved in, but I have a nice bed. And a good dose of privacy."
This was clearly an invitation and Jaskier didn't need to think twice. Making out with a man exactly his type was always better than clubbing. Jaskier replied with an eager nod and let himself be led to Eskel's apartment.
The door to Eskel's place didn't even close properly behind them and Jaskier was already being hauled up, his back pressed to the wall, his legs wrapped around Eskel's waist, and he was being kissed. Deeply, meaningfully.
"Okay, what do you like?" Eskel asked between kisses, his strong hands holding Jaskier in place by his ass.
"Being kissed," Jaskier breathed with a chuckle. "And being taken against the wall."
"Who would've thought," Eskel laughed. "I'm more of a bed person, though, so let's move there at first?" And without waiting for an answer, he carried Jaskier through the empty corridor, swayed by a few still unpacked boxes and then laid him on the bed.
Quickly, but not in a rush, they got rid of their clothes and Jaskier stopped breathing for a second after seeing Eskel naked.
Almost his whole body, save for his hands, feet and neck, was covered in intricate, colorful tattoos and Jaskier couldn't stop staring. He, of course, also sported nipple rings and Jaskier couldn't wait to get his mouth on them. He couldn't wait to get a taste of the whole body, to be honest, because Eskel looked like a feast.
Seeing the needy look in Jaskier's eyes, Eskel pressed against him, pushing Jaskier into the mattress, slotting their lips in another kiss. "Let's not waste any more time," he breathed against Jaskier's neck, while grinding his already hard cock against the vee of Jaskier's thighs.
Jaskier... still needed a moment. Everything about Eskel was perfect right now - the way he kissed, his smell, the way he held Jaskier in place and moved around him... And yet Jaskier's body wasn't willing to cooperate. He pressed his eyes shut, tangled his fingers in Eskel's black hair and kissed him, hard, urging his mind to turn off and his instincts to take over.
And as if reading his mind, Eskel snuck a hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around both their cocks. Jaskier inhaled sharply and threw his head back, as Eskel teased the slit of Jaskier's semi-hard cock with his thumb.
"Tell me if you want this," Eskel's whisper echoed in Jaskier's ear and then Eskel licked his neck and tightened his grip on their cocks. "I need to know if that's alright."
"Yes, ugh, yes," Jaskier replied, as eagerly as he could, accentuating his words with a light tug to Eskel's hair. "It's just... Fuck, the past few weeks at work wrung me out, but you probably don't wanna listen about it." He already felt embarrassed by the same situation kind of happening again, he didn't want to dump his troubles on the random hottie he met for (hopefully) sex.
"I'll gladly help you unwind," Eskel said with a wicked smile, slowly grinding down Jaskier's body. Still holding Jaskier's dick in his grip, he nestled between his legs and gave him a quick, sharp lick. "What do you for a living?" he asked casually, before circling the head of Jaskier's cock with his tongue.
Jaskier watched him with eyes wide in disbelief. Was this really happening? He bit his lip and swallowed hard, finally feeling the pleasurable tingles in his groin and the prickling of excitement in his lower back. "I, uh, I'm an accountant," he muttered, taking another sharp breath in.
Eskel only hummed around his cock, now sucking him in earnest, visibly satisfied that Jaskier's body replied to his touch and caresses. Emboldened, he grabbed Jaskier by his ass and spread his legs a little, his mouth still wrapped around Jaskier's growing cock.
"Ah, fuck, mmmm," Jaskier started babbling, throwing his head back, as Eskel teased his hole with a thumb, rubbing gentle circles around his entrance. When that thumb pressed a little in, somehow suddenly slick and pleasantly cold, Jaskier let out a muffled moan.
"Go on, hot accountant," Eskel whispered, quickly replacing his mouth with diligent fingers around Jaskier's cock. "Let yourself go, use that pretty voice of yours."
"Fuck me, guess I really need that."
Eskel was obviously waiting for him to say that. He smiled, got up, and dragged Jaskier with him.
Jaskier didn't drink any alcohol that night and yet he felt like intoxicated, with everything happening so fast, so hard, so intensely, it made his head spin.
Somehow, Eskel was now on his knees on the bed, Jaskier sitting in his lap, with his legs wrapped around Eskel's waist and their cocks in Eskel's strong grip. Looking Jaskier straight in the eye, Eskel licked his thumb and then dragged it along both tips of their cocks, lubricating Jaskier's dick with his precome. For a second, Jaskier thought that maybe it wasn't the safest thing to do with a stranger, but before he could dwell on it, there was already an eager tongue inside his mouth, a strong hand kneading his ass and those thick fingers working their cocks in earnest.
"You wanna come like this?" Eskel's voice was hot against Jaskier's neck and his thighs trembled under Jaskier's weight. When their eyes met, Jaskier noticed the gorgeous pink hue on Eskel's cheeks and the glistening sparkles in his eyes. He was close.
He took one longing look between their bodies, at their cocks pressed together in Eskel's hand, both hard, darkened and already weeping. Eskel was so much bigger than Jaskier and he ached to feel it stretch him to the point of pain turned into pleasure turned into pain. To have Eskel come inside him and feel the waves of orgasm shake through him, feel the heat and slick of Eskel's seed filling him.
But today wasn't the day for it.
"I... I'm fine like this," he whispered against Eskel's lips, stealing another deep kiss from the man.
"Hold on, then." Eskel smiled, while cocking a brow.
As soon as Jaskier wrapped his arms around Eskel's neck, he was being sent into another plane. Eskel worked both their cocks quickly, his hand moving unrelentingly between their bodies, making Jaskier breathe heavy and see stars at the edges of his vision. But then, to his surprise, Eskel reached with one hand behind Jaskier's back and two slicked up fingers slipped up Jaskier's ass and pressed.
"Oh gods, shit, fuck!" Jaskier panted, pressing his forehead to Eskel's. Eskel only smirked and the fingers pressed on that bundle of nerves inside him again, causing lightning bolts to travel up Jaskier's spine. Eskel's other hand was still wrapped tightly around their cocks and Jaskier moaned. "If you're gonna keep doing that, I might need you to fuck me for real."
"You want that?" Eskel asked, suddenly adding a third finger and digging deeper in. He was so incredibly close, Jaskier felt everything around him and inside him was Eskel.
"Fuck." Jaskier let go of Eskel's arms and leaned back to lie on the mattress. The urge to feel him inside was stronger than any last bits of self-control Jaskier had.
In a second, Eskel was inside him, stretching Jaskier almost painfully, making him pant and moan with need. He leaned in, cupping Jaskier's face and kissing him, moving his hips in long, hard thrusts, as if trying to bury himself inside Jaskier and disappear completely.
"Ah fuck, oh yes, that's it," Jaskier babbled, feeling that this was exactly what he had needed that night - being kissed like there's no tomorrow while fucked into oblivion at the same time.
Eskel came with a groan against Jaskier's lips, a sound so deep and low it sent shivers down Jaskier's spine, making him follow with his orgasm a few second later, staining their bellies with his spent.
"Fuck. That was good," he panted, when he came back to himself. Eskel patted his thigh.
"My pleasure." He got off the bed and left to rummage in some of the boxes under the far wall. "I had some tissues in here... But you're free to use the shower if you like."
Jaskier sat up on the bed and even though he still felt the post-orgasmic bliss, he started also feeling awkward. He figured it was time to leave, so when Eskel found the tissues and handed them to him, he sighed with relief.
"I never asked you what you do for a living," Jaskier said, sliding off the bed and looking around for his clothes. "Judging by the tattoos it's probably something crazy or very creative."
"Quite the opposite," Eskel replied with a chuckle. "I work at my dad's tech company. He wants me to take over part of the company and then become the 'big boss' once he retires."
"Oh, so I bet your dad loves the tattoos." Jaskier winked.
"He hates every single one of them." Eskel laughed. "So, we gonna exchange phone numbers now?" Eskel asked, sliding his shirt back on and handing Jaskier his clothes back.
Jaskier squinted, getting dressed quickly. This was a pretty good fuck, but he wasn't in the right headspace now, not even for some spontaneous booty calls. "I'd still rather not." He smiled apologetically. "But I guess I'll give in if we happen to run into each other a third time."
"Still making Destiny take the lead, huh?" Eskel smiled, kissing him one last time and escorting Jaskier to the door.
The fusion had finally happened and Jaskier couldn't wait to let out the breath he's been holding for several weeks and get back to his usual work routine. If he kept his position, that is.
Since his company had been bought out by the other firm, there have been a few layoffs on their side already, mostly low tier employees. But Jaskier figured that the now merged company didn't need two heads of each department, so he waited anxiously to know if he'll keep his position.
They were getting a new CEO, too, so he hoped that his previous bosses have given the person some good references regarding his work and dedication to the company.
"Julian?" Alice entered his office, carrying a bunch of documents with a light smile. She had already been told that she's staying in the company and keeping her position, so her walk was light and attitude friendly. "The new boss has talked to HR about you, but he wants to meet you in person too."
Jaskier got up with a huff, hoping that that was a good sign. He was a good employee, so if the CEO wanted to see him in person, it was probably to give him praise and not to fire him personally and watch him squirm. Right?
He fixed his dark blue tie in the elevator taking him to the top floor, then he approached the secretary sitting at the desk leading to the management offices. It was someone new, not the woman he was used to. He sighed and swallowed down a nauseous bile that formed at the back of his throat.
"Hi, Julian Pankratz, right?" The woman smiled at him, that well-trained friendly smile and nod all secretaries across the world used. "Mister van Morhen is waiting for you."
So this was his moment of truth. Taking a deep breath in, Jaskier entered the CEO's office already planning what he'll do to unwind when the day is over.
"Mr. Pankratz, welcome," the CEO looked up at him with a smile, that quickly turned into a picture of astonishment. "Ah, fuck."
"Oh shit." Jaskier joined in.
Sitting at the wide mahogany desk, wearing a pristine and very expensive black suit, with his hair slicked back and combed behind his ears, sat no one else but Eskel. The very same man who fucked Jaskier into oblivion two weekends ago.
He looked so different - with all his tattoos hidden under the suit; the fancy tie and expensive cufflinks making him look not only bossy, but also almost regal. Only the friendly warmth in his hazel eyes was exactly the same as Jaskier remembered.
"I had no idea you're the head of accounting here," Eskel said breaking the silence between them, his voice strained only a little, as he got up from the desk and approached Jaskier. "You don't go by the name 'Jaskier' here?"
"It's a pseudonym, of course, helps me divide my personal and work life more." Jaskier shrugged. "And I had no idea you're gonna be my boss, either, when you said you're taking over part of your dad's business," he added, the seriousness of the situation dawning on him. "That makes things between us rather complicated, I guess."
"Not at all," Eskel replied, getting boldly into Jaskier's space, grabbing Jaskier's tie and loosening it just a little, his brow cocked and his smile endearing. "Would be nice to have a... familiar face in the new company."
"So I guess that means I'm keeping my position?" Jaskier asked lightly, but his heart hammered wildly in his chest. Eskel's smile and the look on his face was answer enough. But there was also Eskel's hand pulling at Jaskier's tie, another hand on his hips, a thumb hooked under Jaskier's belt. "What about this?" He gestured between Eskel in himself, the distance between them smaller and smaller. "Isn't that inappropriate?"
"We're gonna keep our professional and private relations totally and absolutely separated," Eskel replied with a grin. "Starting tomorrow."
In a second, he hauled Jaskier up, his strong hands under Jaskier's thighs, and carried him over to his vast desk. He sat Jaskier on the desk's top and leaned in, finally stealing a kiss. He smelled of expensive cologne and his suit felt so pleasant under Jaskier's touch when Jaskier wrapped his arms around him.
Leaning further in, Eskel put a finger on his mouth and pressed the intercom button on his work phone with the other. "Linda, please don't transfer any calls for the next hour, I am also not available for any meetings. I have some important issues to discuss with Mr. Pankratz that require my undivided attention."
He then turned the phone off, pushing at Jaskier to lay down on the desk completely, spreading his legs wide and undoing his tie, and he kissed him, hard, with teeth colliding, tongues intertwining greedily, and sharp breaths exchanged. Eskel looked into Jaskier's eyes, his stare wild, almost feral, as he pressed against Jaskier with his whole body weight.
"So... We're fucking on the desk or should I take you up against the wall?"