Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (Completed)

I love...

"Jas..." Geralt said gently, approaching as if the Bard was a frightened animal. 
"Don't fucking Jas me. This is how this works. You make up your mind about how you feel, or I-"
"I didn't like the song." Once again, the Witcher's words failed him.
"Oh, what a fucking surprise! When do you ever? Is my singing so annoying you feel the need to comment on it even now. Way to kick me while i'm down, Witcher." He said the word with such distaste that Geralt halted in his tracks. 
"That isn't what I meant. I didn't like the lyrics, they're sad; I don't want to destroy you or break your heart Jaskier. And I have made up my mind about how I feel, i thought you understood me earlier... in the baths." Jaskier looked up with suspicious eyes and put his lute down so that he could step up to the Witcher. 
"It's pretty fucking hard when all you ever do is grunt or mumble. And the song is sad because i'm sad, that's usually how it goes."
"Then here is the truth." Geralt hesitantly reached out to his Bard, hands gripping his upper arms as if to impress something important upon him. "I love to hear you sing. I love your naked body pressed to mine in the morning and those snores that sound like lullaby's. I love the way you moan when we fuck and way you gasp when we kiss. I love your gleeful childishness, the way nothing ever gets to you and you open you're heart to everyone you meet- except maybe Eskel. I love the way you try to be brave for me when I know you're terrified. I'm sorry I didn't tell Eskel to go fuck himself while you were still around to hear it, but you have to understand that it was not because i believed anything he said or that I am ashamed with you, it was only out of cowardice; he is my brother and I was scared of his hate, not only for you but also for me if I were to step in. But I have put him in his place now, Jas, so please don't say this is what is going to break us apart..."
Jaskier's crystal blue eyes were damp and shining but his voice was firm. "Nothing is going to break us. And that was the most beautiful thing you have ever said." He took Geralt's hands off his arms and held them firmly in his own, thumbs rubbing over the backs of them. He lifted his chin and connected their lips tentatively. If he'd been afraid Geralt would hold back, he got the surprise of a lifetime when the Witcher gathered him up in his arms and kissed him breathless. After a moment they broke apart and Geralt rested his forehead against the Bard's breathing softly.
"I love you." Jaskier sighed, resigned to the fact he would never hear those three words back.
"And I you." Geralt sighed, and for a brief moment it made Jaskier's heart soar, for although it was not quite perfect, it was an admission nonetheless, and for Geralt to have said it meant all the world to him.
"Is this going to be a regular thing now? Walking in on this?" Lambert asked, appearing the archway Geralt had been stood in what felt like hours ago - though Jaskier knew it to have only been minutes.
"Well, you could always, I don't know... Fucking Knock?" Geralt grumbled, closing his eyes and taking a breath, head still pressed to Jaskier's. The Bard was too caught up in the closeness to really pay much attention to Lambert. 
"I heard the Bard's song and was coming to put him out of his misery. But it seems his melancholy is behind him." Lambert smirked. Geralt finally turned, hands slipping from Jaskier's, and eyes up his brother speculatively. "Food's served in the hall, I'd put the sappy shit aside and come grab it before it's gone, if I were you."
"We should probably go." Jaskier said, his tone back to the light hearted bard he usually was. "If you're brothers eat anything like you do, it'll be gone already."
Lambert chuckled but Geralt just threw Jaskier a glare. One that was soft around the edges, with none of his usual annoyance behind it. The Bard retrieved his lute and hoisted it back over his shoulder while Geralt stood patiently by the arch, ignoring Lambert's sly grin. When Jaskier reached his Witcher again, he plucked up the courage to peck him on the cheek quickly. Geralt grabbed him by the bicep and stopped him in his tracks. Whether it was to annoy Lambert, please Jaskier, or please himself, Geralt wasn't sure, but he growled; "Call that a kiss?" and slanted his mouth hotly over Jaskier's. He uttered that gasp of surprise that Geralt loved and just as he was about to melt into him, the Witcher pulled away sharply and started down the corridor leaving a flustered Jaskier and a confused Lambert in his wake.