Gereskel you say? How about a first kiss?
A kiiiisssssss?
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do this years down the line or if I wanted to do it when they were young, let’s see where my hands go!
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“Hey Eskel.”
Eskel rolled over in his bed to look at who spoke. “Geralt?” He asked. “You should be resting.”
“Vesemir said I’m alright to come back to sleep with the other boys, as long as I take it easy,” Geralt explained. “You want to go hang out at one of the towers?”
“It’s late,” Eskel said, chuckling lightly. “If we get caught, then-“
“Come on,” Geralt interrupted. “Don’t you trust my doubly enhanced senses to alert us?”
“Vesemir said your senses didn’t change. Shut up.”
Geralt snickered. “So are we going?”
Eskel shook his head with a sigh. “Alright.”
“Come on, Eskel,” Geralt insisted. “Pretty sure I saw someone in the main hall, we have to go quick!”
Eskel paused, panting for breath. “I’m-“ he waved his free hand, the other against the wall of the stairwell. “Geralt, I’m tired.” Despite his exhaustion, he really was glad to see Geralt so active and adventurous. He’d been worried about his recovery after the extra mutations— but the way he grinned and jumped around, getting into trouble and causing general mischief, Eskel knew he’d be alright.
“Just a little further,” Geralt said, glancing over his shoulder and grinning at Eskel.
Eskel felt his chest squeeze tight with emotion as he pushed himself off the wall, jogging after him up the stairs. Yeah— he was happy Geralt was okay.
“You made it,” Geralt applauded lightly, tugging Eskel into the larger room by a hand. Eskel followed the tugging, collapsing onto the first chair he got to, panting lightly for air. “You out of shape, Eskel?”
“Shaddup,” Eskel replied. Geralt was sparkling with energy, pent up from days of rest— Eskel was more than happy to see him so vivacious. If only he wasn’t so exhausted from worrying about him, he could share in the energy. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back against the chair.
“I feel so lucky to be alive,” Geralt says. “But I’m so full of energy now, from sitting for a week straight. I thought I’d be tired, but...”
Eskel jolted awake, eyes flinging open when hands landed heavy onto his thighs. Geralt’s face was right up near his, grinning like crazy, eyes bright. “Wha-“
“I could run for hours!” Geralt laughed, closing his eyes.
Heat crept up Eskel’s neck and spread through his chest, nerves coiling in his gut as he felt the overwhelming urge to lean in close, to kiss him— that a connection might spread some of Geralt’s light into him. He didn’t fight the urge as his hand moved into his hair— stark white, illuminated by the faint light of the moon.
Geralt opened his eyes, and shock replaced his gleeful expression. “Eskel... your heart is racing.”
“I missed you,” Eskel whispered, tracing his thumb over the back of his neck. Geralt’s cheeks turned a light pink, and his eyes flicked down to Eskel’s mouth where it was inches from his. When they met Eskel’s once again, his pupils had turned large and round, his eyebrows lifting slightly.
“I...” Geralt started to speak, but, as if compelled, the distance between them closed, and their lips touched.
The fingers on Eskel’s thighs curled, though the sensation was secondary to the emotion sweeping through his chest, searing heat and a growing feeling of rightness— this felt like it was meant to be. But they were young, could it really be that simple?
Eskel tilted his head a little and the angle was better, his hand on Geralt’s neck shifting to cup his jaw, draw him closer-
“Hey!”
Eskel separated abruptly from Geralt, damp air between them as the voice rang through the tower room. Geralt was still looking at him, warm air running over Eskel’s chin as his breathing picked up.
“You’re supposed to be asleep. Go back to your dormitory, both of you!”
Eskel’s hand tightened on Geralt’s jaw the same time Geralt’s fingers tightened on Eskel’s breeches.
“Another time,” Geralt whispered softly, the promise tingling over Eskel’s lips. Then he stepped back, looking over to their intruder. “Sorry Rennes,” Geralt said. “I got a little excited to be up and moving. Eskel didn’t even want to come, right?”
Despite the truth in Geralt’s words, he was starting to feel more and more like this was where he wanted to be.
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This took me FIVE-EVER but I really wanted to get it right. I’m still not 100% about it, but I really hope you liked how it turned out. I think they’re probably both teenagers here, maybe 15-16. Thank you for the ask!!
