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FIC POSTED! New work.

This was meant to be an immediate sequel to Learning Experiences, which I posted over a year ago, and then I forgot I’d written this bit, and then quite recently someone said something that reminded me, and I went and found it and realized it was nearly done. (I only had to, of course, write the sex scene, LOL.)

Anyway I did finish it, and now it’s been sitting proofread and ready to post for three days, and I finally did that too, so here:

A Terrible Waste of Liver Capacity, an Aiden/Lambert first time, on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/37892998

“So you haven’t fucked the White Wolf,” Aiden said, suspiciously composed and entirely unconcerned about Lambert thwacking him in the shoulder with his knuckles. “But not for want of trying.”

“Listen,” Lambert said again, but he didn’t really have anything to follow up with.

“Oh,” Aiden said, and his eyes were wide and weirdly intent, “I’m listening.” He was very close now. Lambert half-heartedly shoved him in the chest, but again, with the back of his hand. He didn’t want to succeed at pushing him away, not really, didn’t want to leave a bruise. Normally he wasn’t worried about that kind of shit.

“He was, like, twenty when I showed up,” Lambert said. “Out on the Path for his first couple of seasons. He came home that first winter and everyone fell all over themselves welcoming him back. I didn’t get what the fuss was but– a couple of days later I–” He paused, fumbled for the bottle. It was astonishingly full. “Wait, is this the same bottle?”

“It’s the same bottle,” Aiden said.

Lambert frowned suspiciously at him. “Same bottle as what?” he said.

“Well,” Aiden said, “I mean, it’s the same bottle it’s been.”

“The same bottle we were drinking earlier,” Lambert said. “Thought we finished it.”

“We didn’t finish this bottle,” Aiden said. “Obviously.”

“Was another bottle, though,” Lambert said.

Aiden laughed brightly. “There was,” he said. “I had two.”

“That was so foul!” Lambert said. “Why would you buy more than one?”

“Cheap,” Aiden said. “Thought it might be strong enough for a potion base, and when it wasn’t, thought I might have time to re-distill it to be, but I didn’t.”

Lambert stared at the bottle, and frowned. He generally didn’t get wasted out in the woods, but on the other hand, he didn’t usually have company. “It’s a terrible waste of liver capacity,” he said, but then took a hefty swig anyway.

“Those regenerate anyway,” Aiden said, holding out his hand for the bottle, and Lambert gave it to him. Instead of swigging from it right away, Aiden paused with the bottle near his mouth, and licked his lower lip thoughtfully, as if he’d forgotten what he was going to do. Lambert was about to mock him for it when he started moving again, putting the neck of the bottle to his mouth and drinking briefly from it before pulling the bottle away and instead of wiping his mouth, licking it again.

Lambert forgot what he’d been about to say. (Your picture was not posted)