Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (Completed)

What the Fuck Man

The cold began to creep in as Jaskier followed Geralt down the hall, no fires here to light their way or warm their bitterly cold skin. Jaskier rubbed his hands together to try and warm them up, his breath coming out in a puffy cloud when he said; "Damn you lot and your adapting to the cold. It's fucking freezing." He kept his voice low so as to not wake anyone, but there was still weight behind it. Geralt hmphed and continued onward. 
They reached a door that Geralt finally stopped at, fist clenching and unclenching for a moment before he opened it. The room was relatively bare, only a bed and a table with an unstable looking wooden chair. The bed was small, not small enough that they couldn't both fit, but it would be a squeeze and Jaskier was half expecting Geralt to realise this and toss him into another room. He liked his space. It was marginally warmer in here, but Jaskier still breathed out into his cupped hands in a vain attempt to stop them shaking. 
"Do you have baths here or is stinking a manly thing that you try and maintain?" Jaskier sassed. Geralt shut the door behind him and slid his hands around the Bard's waist.
"You smell fine."
"I was more asking for warmth to be honest." He replied, feeling Geralt's hot breath dance along his neck. The Witcher detached himself from Jaskier and moved over to a small cabinet which he hadn't noticed before. He drew out six or seven wax candles and scattered them about the room, using his signs to light them; Jaskier watched with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face.
"Very romantic." Geralt looked like he suddenly wanted to blow them all out, but instead he simply said; "Undress."
Jaskier was already taking off his coat before he questioned the demand. Whatever became of it, he was sure he would be thoroughly pleased. Geralt began to peel back his armour, careful of his bandaged shoulder, and Jaskier's eyes drifted over his muscled chest and down to his cock. 
"Jaskier." He warned, not looking up, but knowing full well what the Bard was thinking. "I need rest and you're ice cold."
"Fine." He whined, "Then why am I taking everything off exactly?"
"Body heat." Was all he said; as gruff as usual. Once they were both naked and Jaskier had successfully repressed the urge to litterally leap on the Witcher, they climbed in bed, Geralt's chest pressed to the Bard's back. He was right, the body heat was far more successful at warming him up than simply layering up. He was radiating the heat of a fire, sending tingly warmth through the Bard until he melted into the embrace, snuggling closer. The black fur wrapped around them helped too. They laid like this for a while, but eventually Jaskier had warmed enough to do the smart thing. 
"Geralt, you're gonna have to turn over, your cock is right next to my ass and it's making me real horny." He sighed, though really he'd wanted to lay in those strong arms until the morning. Geralt grunted and turned over, grumbling as he did. Once they were back to back and the risk of rubbing the wrong way and getting a boner was minimised, Jaskier could relax and breathe easy, slipping into dreams with the feel of Geralt's back against his, warm and strong.

Geralt's body was telling him it was time to get up, but when he'd cracked his eyes open to find the room dark and warm - the candles had long since burnt down - and a hot body pressed to his, gentle , tuneful snoring lulling him back to sleep, he didn't resist. He closed his eyes again and thought he might get away with it. 
"Wake up sleepy head!" Came a deep, cheerful voice from the door as it was flung wide, sending bright light piercing through his closed eyelids. He felt the body behind him tense as Jaskier was startled awake. Geralt grumbled incoherantly, tugging the sheets around his chest and screwing his eyes even tighter shut. He recognised Lambert's voice but was too drowsy - and for once, relaxed - that he didn't want to get up. He knew Jaskier was not a morning person, so he wasn't in the least bit surprised when the Bard sat up quite abruptly and growled: "What the fuck man?"
Geralt supposed he would have had to tell his brothers what was going on with Jaskier, this way was as good as any. He tried not to laugh at Lambert's reaction, but it was pretty hard when the man screamed at the top of his lungs and raced out of the door. Not a minute later he heard a yell bellowing out through the corridor.
"Geralt's back! AND HE'S GOT A SURPRISE FOR YOU FUCKERS!"