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Lambert sulked on the sofa, arms crossed and the hood of Letho’s hoodie pulled up around his head. He glared out of the window where rain was steadily falling outside. He’d been looking forward to that BBQ lunch for ages, even taking the day off work, only for it now to be cancelled due to the weather. Lambert glared at the raindrops on the glass, tying the strings of the hoodie together under his chin to block out the sound of it a little more.
‘ Fucking rain’ He thought. He hadn’t seen anyone apart from his boyfriends in weeks and as soon as they’d all finally arranged to meet together, this happened? Typical.
Letho and Eskel seemed to have been taking the hit better though. They always had been more laid back. Sometimes, Lambert’s nature made him feel like a drama queen when compared to his two stable, steady boyfriends, but he’d been assured countless times that no one saw him like that. In fact, they loved his fireyness, he was the element of their triad that kept things interesting.
From his seat, Lambert could hear Letho pottering around in the kitchen, no doubt saving their food and putting it in the freezer for another time. He wasn’t sure where Eskel was though, probably doing something boring like housework.
For a moment, Lambert debated playing some video games. He’d been stuck on a specific level for weeks and had been meaning to ask Letho to team up to complete it once and for all. But feeling as grumpy and disappointed as he did, Lambert knew he’d only find Letho’s admittedly superior skill annoying. He’d been really quite sweet recently so the last thing Lambert wanted to do was end that by snapping at him.
He was distracted though, when a warm hand smoothed over the hood of the hoodies. Looking up, Lambert spied Eskel smiling down at him from behind the sofa. He bigger man let out a light laugh when he took in Lambert’s appearance - cute and pouty with the hood pulled tight around his face.
“You still feelin’ blue, baby?” He asked softly. Lambert let out a grumble. He loved the petname and Eskel’s smooth voice soothed him like nothing else, but he wasn’t quite finished being grouchy just yet. Eskel’s snort indicated he knew just what Lambert was thinking. “We’ll find another say to organise it - no harm done.” A soft kiss was pressed to the top of Lambert’s head, strong hands massaging at his hunched shoulders. “No point spending your whole day off being sad…”
“Hmph.” Lambert knew he was right. Eskel pressed his face into the hood and breathed deeply, a hand sliding round to Lambert’s front and curling around his chest to get him to lean back into the sofa and relax a little more. Lambert felt a little better for it but some lingering disappointment at how the day had turned out still remained. He missed his friends. He’d got his hopes up to see them today, even looking forward to bickering with Vesemir. All in vain it seemed.
Taking another deep breath, Eskel rounded the sofa, one hand on Lambert’s shoulder at all times, before settling himself down heavily next to the ginger. The jumper he wore looked soft and inviting to Lambert and he found himself leaning into Eskel’s chest without even meaning to. His boyfriend was nothing but receptive though and pulled Lambert onto his lap with little fuss. They adjusted and settled with Lambert’s ass nestled between thick thighs, legs draped over one while his back rested in the crook of Eskel’s arm. He leaned heavily into the larger man, tucking his head beneath Eskel’s chin. That certainly did help to make up for how the day had gone.
“Aw… my grumpy baby…” Eskel murmured before pressing several smacking kisses to Lambert’s temple. Lambert whined and grumbled, embarrassed even though he liked the attention. Eskel’s arms wrapped around him like ropes, keeping him secure and firm against his chest as he squirmed.
Letho padded across the soft carpet towards them, a bar of chocolate in hand. It was the nice, expensive brand they saved for special occasions. As he took in the sight of Lambert and Eskel curled up on the sofa, his eyes dilated.
“I’m thinkin’ we stick a film on and eat until we’re sick.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Came Eskel’s quiet reply, smiling and resting his cheek on the top of Lambert’s head. The other grunted his agreement. “Any preferences?”
“Saw.” Lambert suggested, just to be petulant. Eskel’s hatred and disgust of gore was always good to poke fun at. Letho snorted when Eskel made an unhappy sound.
“If that’s really what you want…” Their perfect martyr. Lambert wasn’t feeling particularly cruel though, so shook his head.
Letho joined them on the sofa, the other two letting out soft ‘oofs’ when his weight shifted them. He stretched an arm over the back of the sofa and shuffled to the side to capture Eskel under it, pulling both he and Lambert closer. After leaning across to steal a kiss from both, he dragged the other’s legs into his lap, the three of them winding around each other intimately. As Eskel pressed more kisses into his hairline, Lambert finally allowed himself to settle, his boyfriends ever a stabilizing, grounding force around him.