Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (Completed)

Law of Surprise

Jaskier woke before Geralt. The sun was blinding in his eyes and warm on his skin. He heard the grunt and remembered. 
"Shit" He mumbled as the wall of muscle and white hair began to move. He practically fell out of bed, grappling at the sheets and leaping to his feet. He rushed to grab his clothes and began to dress, hearing the bed groan under the Witcher's weight. 
As Geralt sat upright, sheets falling to around his waist and revealing his pale, toned chest spattered with white hair and age old scars, he rubbed his skull. "What-" He grumbled, looking to the empty side of the bed with a frown. "Jaskier? Bard!" He grumbled then shouted. 
"Are you always like this in the morning? Like some crazed gorilla?" Jaskier asked, tone light, as he stepped out from behind the screen, dressed, and picked up his lute. 
"The Witcher sleeps the night away, but when he wakes he's in dismay, for too much ale and too much fun had him wondering what went ooonnn." He sang, earning him a pillow sailing through the air and smacking his across the face.
"And here i was thinking you'd been carried off by goblins in the night." He groaned, standing up and walking towards Jaskier, a frown on his face. "No such luck then." Jaskier stepped out of the way of the naked Witcher and let him retrieve his clothes as he said.
"Sort of seemed like you were worried for a second there."
"Not really. It's just that if you were dead or missing the inn keep would ask too many questions." Jaskier had the suspicion he was lying, but didn't pick him up on it, simply pouted phonily and plucked at his lute strings idly.
The two didn't discuss the night before as they moved on to the next town, or the one after that. Two weeks they left it unsaid, passing from job to job, songs pouring from Jaskier along the way and Geralt's scowls and grumbles were the only thing he dreamed about.

"It swallowed that Witcher whole." The burly man shouted, reinacting his run in with the Witcher and the Silkimoar. I could almost imagine the scene, I'd seen him throw himself into danger so many times it was always on the back of my eyelids.
"awww, this is brilliant."  Jaskier laughed, and the men turned on his with a scowl. "oh sorry, its just Geralt's usually so stingy with the details." He gestured to the man with a fluid flourish of his pen. It seemed to him that his and the Witcher's little arrangement benefitted him perfectly, the stories and songs he got from Geralt were the most famous in all the lands and everyone sang his praises. "Ah, and then what happened."
"He died." The storyteller sighed dramatically.
Jaskier made a high sound of disbelief and continued writing. "He's fine." And he believed it too, after all he had seen Geralt do, the amount of times he had skirted near death in the past week alone, made it impossible for him to be hurt.
"Look, i was there, i saw it with my own-" The man was cut short by the door of the inn bursting open and the stink of rotten flesh and blood, and something acidic. He gagged but Jaskier just grinned.
"See." He let out a short laugh and hid his true relief at seeing his friend safe. 

Jaskier tossed the bucket of water of his friend and smiled to himself as Geralt grunted in disapproval. 
"Now now, stop your boarish grunts of protest. It is one night of bodyguarding your very best friend in the whole wide world, how hard could it be?" He took a moment as he circled the bath, to let his eyes drift over the available skin of the Witcher. Geralt caught his gaze and rose an eyebrow but made no move to cover himself up. There were moments like this, when someone unspoken passed between them, moments when Jaskier thought maybe he wasn't the only one hiding something. But they were over so fast he always convinced himself he was imaging it. It was easier that way, otherwise there was a fair chance that he would have to face how he really felt about his stoic friend.
Once they were dressed and Jaskier had gotten over how bizarre Geralt looked in clean and proper clothes, they headed to the celebration that would change both their lives forever.