My Heart | Book 4 of My Bodyguard

Chapter 2 | Lemongrass (18+)

Geralt POV

Geralt backed up when pushed, not going far enough from Julian that he had to break the kiss, or that his arms slipped from around the man. He forced his own eyes open, swallowing down whatever started to rise in his throat at how Julian looked. Christ, he was glad they were only going to his office. But he shared with Eskel, who might be there, and there was also a hallway that wouldn't necessarily be empty between the last staircase and the office.

He just hoped Jaskier was alright with that. They'd come this far, he couldn't exactly leave the man in the stairwell then bolt for his office and back.

Geralt grunted in reply to the word, shaking his head slightly. He moved his hands so that they were both gripping Jaskier's biceps. Then he tugged the man along upwards as he staggered sideways up the next several steps for he turnabout. "Not on the stairs," he mumbled against Julian's lips, kissing him against once they got there.

Geralt sank to the ground then, sitting. He had managed to drag them to the middle of this side of the turnabout, about halfway between the wall and the stairs. Good enough.

Vesemir POV

Vesemir frowned for a moment as he looked tot he screen, curiosity coming over him. What the fuck were they doing? Why was Geralt still moving? Bloody hell, he didn't want to have to deal with two damn horny teenagers, they better do their thing before getting here for god's sake.

 Which reminded him, he had to send a message through to Eskel for him to send them up to his office. He huffed, closing the tab and probably for the better as the last thing he saw was Julian climbing between the man's legs. He quickly then set himself to do actual work.

Julian POV

Julian meanwhile had followed Geralt as he said not on the stairwell, true, it could hurt Geralt's back if he did that. So he followed the man, well more was like dragged by the man up the stairs tot he turn around point.

 When he felt Geralt's lips on his once again he groaned into it and gods, he swore he was going to fall down from being weak in the knees. He opened his eyes, pulling back slightly as he was starting to get impatient. He felt Geralt sit, good otherwise he would have pushed the man against the damn wall and sucked him off. Not that what he was about to do was much different, to be honest

Julian grinned, sinking between Geralt's legs where his lips ended up in a smirk. He leaned down, looking at Geralt through thick lashes, lips plump from kissing and Gods, Geralt's was not far off the same as well. 

He made a groan, a whimper like noise in need as he crawled between the mans legs and nuzzled his head on Geralt's inner thigh to his crotch, kissing him through the fabric of the pants now, hands wrapped around the large thighs and gripping at them with another lewd groan escaping his lips. 

His hands then slid from the thighs to the man's buckle, untucking the man's shirt and sliding a hand up to it, feeling the muscles underneath his hand as he leaned down, keeping eye contact and licked the man's pants along where Geralt's length was. Mainly because if he kissed it open mouth, lipstick would be over his crotch on his suit and that would look a bit interesting later on.

Geralt POV

...fucking or anything of the like while on Corps territory, in Headquarters of all places, might not be the wisest idea. But it beat having to have both of them walk past Geralt's brothers with hard-ons, and he'd be lying to himself if he didn't say that at least some part of him did want to have Julian. Perhaps the concrete stairs of Headquarters wasn't the ideal place, but that wasn't ruining the moment too much.