Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (Completed)

Moment of Weakness

"And you didn't think, after everything that happened tonight, that the law of surprise maybe wasn't a good idea?" Jaskier asked lightly, tossing himself into the bed and staring at Geralt curiously. He had been more than shocked when the Witcher had called on the Law of Surprise, but once it was said it was too late for anyone to stop him.
"Fuck off bard." Geralt snapped, a little more acid in his tone than usual. The bard must have really gotten under his skin this time, or he was just wallowing in self-hatred for being so stupid. 
"Look, you couldn't have known-"
"Jaskier... shut the fuck up." He grunted. For a moment, the way he'd said my name, Jaskier thought he was going to open up a little, but no. He turned and was halfway out the door when Jaskier asked where he was going. "Out." He grumbled.
Fuck him, Jaskier thought. He would find his own entertainment for the evening; it might even take his mind off the 'Geralt situation' as he'd mentally dubbed it. He shut the door to his room behind him and walked down to the bar, ordering ale. 
"You and the Witcher... travelling companions?" Asked a handsome man beside him; beard and hair dark gold and neatly trimmed, he was built like an ox but he had a kind smile.
"Indeed. I sing his tales, he kills the beasts, and the mood." Jaskier smiled back, he knew it was more than friendly but the stranger was not taken aback.
"Name's Illesius." He raised his glass to me. "I noticed you're wandering eye, you should learn to hide it a little better."
"I could always take some tips." Jaskier flashed his most seductive grin and tapped at the bar top impatiently. "But alas, the night wastes away and I find my eyes heavy. Perhaps I will see you sometime, you can teach me a thing or two." Jaskier knew it was not fair to the stranger, he was only a dream of someone else - the resemblance to Geralt not exact but close enough to make him blush - but he was allowed to be selfish every now and again... surely? 
As he took the stairs back to his room, Jaskier dropped a suggestive wink Illesius' way. It was not long before there was a knock at his door. He opened it and ushered Illesius in silently, before he'd even shut it, the man's hands had found the buttons on Jaskier's jacket and worked them open.
"I'm Jaskier by the way." He panted out, as one hand daringly cupped his growing erection, palm working the fabric of his trousers. 
"Nice to meet you, Jaskier." Illesius said, pinning the Bard up the wall and continuing his ministrations while Jaskier pushed into his touch and tried to grapple onto some part of his broad chest or shoulders. It was messy, but Jaskier needed messy, it was distracting. The buttons on his breeches were popped open and he gasped as the relative stranger flipped him around and the sound of a belt being unbuckled brought him back into the moment. He arched himself and set his hands on the wall for support-
The door slammed open, breaking the quiet, and Jaskier spun hastily, as did Illesius. Geralt stood in the door, outlined by the dim light from the hall. Jaskier was ready to defend himself or even yell at his freind, but with one glare, Illesius caved, skirting around the imposing figure Geralt cut, and out of the door.