Geraskier Oneshots

Arousal-smut

Hullo, this will be my first delve into the geraskier realm of writing, I do want to clarify that this is an AU, so certain things may not be cannon. I hope you enjoy :)

The late afternoon had just set upon the town that Geralt and Jaskier were stopping in, to rest and resupply, before heading back out onto the road in search of more coin. It was mid Autumn, so while the day was warmer and better for travel, the nights were cold and terrible in Jaskiers opinion. As the pair arrived at the stables, the sun started to set, leaving a chill in the air. Geralt handed roach off to the stable boy, uttering a warning somewhere along the lines of what happens to your fingers is not my responsibility. Jaskier made a mental note to give the boy a little extra coin when they left town. They walked through the town to the inn, receieving the normal stares and glances. Geralt was first through the door, closely followed by his bard, Jaskier walked up to the inn keep and did the talking, as was now the way it went.

"We will take a room and a bath if its not too much trouble" Jaskier smiled at the middle aged woman

"Here is your key, I will have everything for the bath sent up before supper" she said, handing Jaskier the key

He smiled and turned towards the stairs, which were just behind the bar, leading the way up and to the last room on the left side of the hallway. Upon entering the room, it looked like a rather average inn room, though the bed was bigger, which was nice. Jaskier let out a small content sigh and set his lute down, leaning it against the wall by the door. Geralt followed behind, setting down his belongings alongside the lute.

Jaskier began to chatter slightly, while looking out the window and onto the streets below. He had been so intent on what he was saying that he hadn't heard the shuffling of Geralt beginning to remove his armor, and upon turning around, witnessed the witcher setting down the rest of his armor and unlacing his tunic slightly. Jaskier stopped for a moment, and took in the sight before him. Geralt of Rivia stood, unlacing his tunic at the neckline and cuffs, before meeting Jaskiers eyes. Luckily before anything could be said, a knock on the door distracted both of them.

Jaskier was grateful for the distraction, as it meant there was no awkwardness to build up between them. He quickly walked over to the door and opened it, greeted by two young men, both carrying large buckets of hot water. He allowed them in so that they could pour the water into the awaiting basin. They quickly completed their task and left the room. Jaskier took this as his cue to leave as well, seeing as the room already had a towel and the appropriate bathing neccessities set up.

"I am going to collect us some supper and pay the inn keep for the night" Jaskier supplied as he quickly exited the room

Geralt nodded in reply, beginning to remove the rest of his clothing. It was at this point that he noticed the familiar scent of arousal, when Jaskier walked past him and out of the room. It wasn't the first time he had become aware of that smell in assocciation to Jaskier. In fact, it was becoming more frequent. He mused to himself on how to handle the situation while he lowered himself into the steaming water, feeling the relief of a warm bath washing over him.

As Jaskier stepped from the room and made his way down to the tavern on the first floor, he had never been more grateful for the noise and distraction it offered, hoping that he could focus on getting the lewd thoughts from his head. When he stepped down the last step, the smell of alcohol and food swept over him, and the warmth of a burning fire settled into his bones. He smiled and made his way to the front of the bar, attracting the inn keeps attention.

"What can I do for ya?" She asked

"Wondering how much I owe you for the room and bath, and also to inquire about supper" Jaskier said