Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (Completed)

Baths

Geralt wasn't sure when he changed his mind, maybe he didn't and it was his body moving without his permission, but he was kicking of his boots and reaching to the buttons of his shirt. Jaskier's smile could have lit up the dark space, Geralt could see the blush rising on his cheeks even in the dimness, and his hands slipped past Geralt's and to his chest, fingers tracing every line of his muscles with fascination. Once it was out of the way, the Bards nimble fingers began working at the buttons on his trousers; he could do it himself, but there was something in the way Jaskier's trembling hands did it that made him smile and relax. It wasn't rushed, but he could hear Jaskier's heart beating a million miles a minute as if they were back on that hilltop fucking like wild things in the chill night air.
"Jas..." He sighed, cupping the Bard's cheeks and tilting his face up to connect their lips almost tenderly. When he drew back Jaskier was breathing heavily, eyes wide with shock. "Let me." He did his best to smile gently and from the utterly lost look in Jaskier's eyes, he'd succeeded. He hooked his fingers into the Bard's breeches and tugged him closer, fingers now working at his buttons. He slid them down, crouching to the stones so he could help Jaskier step out of them and kick them aside, his skin was feverishly hot and tensed under Geralt's touch as he ran his fingers up the inside of the Bard's leg as he stood. He grazed fingers along the length of cock that hung there and watched Jaskier hiss in a breath between his teeth, biting his lip as his eyes met Geralt's. Blue on Gold. 
The Witcher tugged his own trousers down and walked Jaskier backwards to the edge of the pool, catching him about the waist so that he didn't fall in. His cock rubbed torturously against the Bard's as he leant in to kiss him again, softly and slowly. 
Jaskier breathed out, realising he'd been holding it. "Ger-"
There came a knock at the door and Geralt spun to cover Jaskier's body as Lambert's head poked around the door. "Oh, you're busy in here." He grinned. "I was just going to ask if you wanted to train with us. I guess you've got other plans..."
Geralt had no shame being naked in front of Lambert, Jaskier on the other hand cowered behind his Witcher, internally deciding he would have to kill Lambert while he slept.
"I have. If you do not remove yourself from my sight I will have to kill you." Geralt sounded so deadly serious that Jaskier for a moment was scared for Lambert. But then the red head disappeared behind the door and hasty footsteps were heard racing down the hall. Geralt flung his hand in the direction of the door and from his palm came a blue light that surrounded the doorframe and shone in a rectangular window. "No more interruptions." He grumbled, turning back to Jaskier. "I have you for myself."
"Always." The bard said, hand rising to Geralt's face and thumb rubbing along his cheekbone, his skin soft against the Witcher's stubble. Geralt let a soft smile reach the corners of his lips and in a sudden movement, pushed the Bard back into the water. He let out a little gasp of surprise but then laughed and ran his hands through his wet hair, smiling up at the Witcher as he lowered himself into the pool and walked over. The water went up to Jaskier's neck but Geralt had two inches on him so his wounded shoulder was still visible, the Bard winced as he thought about it. He knew being a Witcher was a dangerous job, but he'd always thought of Geralt as somewhat invulnerable, undefeatable. 
"It doesn't hurt." He said, seeing the Bard's eyes on his shoulder.
"You said that last time." Jaskier pouted, floating back in the pool, arms swishing soft motions to keep him afloat. 
"I mean it this time. It's already healing." Geralt left no more room to argue, so Jaskier dropped it. He ran his hands up the Bard's thighs and pulled him closer so that he was wrapped around the Witcher's hips. While he floated still, hair swaying about his face which was a rosy shade and split in half by a huge smile, Geralt rubbed a sponge all over the available skin being as gentle as he could force himself to be. Jaskier's eyes, which had been closed, opened and landed on Geralt's as his hand slipped around the Bard's cock. 
"You're insatiable." He said, blue eyes flickering with arousal. Geralt swept his thumb along the slit in the tip of Jaskier's cock and smirked at the gasp that escaped the Bard. He was growing harder by the second, and Geralt realised he was too, just from the sight of Jaskier's evident pleasure. He was always so wanton with the moans and sighs, so open with his enjoyment and it made Geralt feel like if he was able to do this to his bard he must be special, what they had must be special. The thought brought with it a wave of affection that he allowed to wash over him; hooking his arms around Jaskier, he brought him up chest to chest with himself, kissing his lips desperately. Jaskier was so shocked he gasped into Geralt's mouth, wrapping his legs tighter around the Witcher. The kiss was so arduously slow and needing that the Bard might have even described it as loving. But surely that was impossible, Geralt was wild and terrifying and sexy but he was not loving.