modern Geraskier roommates AU where Geralt returns home to find that Jaskier is nowhere to be seen. Not in the lounge room, not in the study, not in the yard, not in the kitchen, nor in his music room.

Geralt considers calling out for Jaskier, but then he hears it.

A long, low, guttural moan, definitely Jaskier, definitely coming from his bedroom.

Geralt considered turning and leaving, maybe going to visit one of his brothers, but he found he couldn't. He stood, rooted to the spot, listening to Jaskier.

And then he heard his own name.

Geralt's heart leapt into his throat. Surely, /surely/, Jaskier hadn't heard him enter, distracted as he was. But no, this was different. Something about the way Jaskier had said his name...

There it was again. Geralt's name in Jaskier's voice, husky and desperate and /wanting/.

Oh.

/Oh./

Before Geralt could stop himself, he crossed to Jaskier's room, hesitating at the door. Before he could remember all the reasons this was a bad idea, Geralt pushed the door open.

Jaskier was completely naked, something up his ass and a hand wrapped around himself.

He hadn't seen or heard Geralt enter. His eyes were closed, clearly lost to his imagination, Geralt's name on his lips, body moving in a strange sort of rhythm.

Almost like he wasn't in control of himself, Geralt reached out and gripped Jaskier's wrist, the one around his c*ck.

Jaskier's eyes snapped open. "Who? What?" Then he saw Geralt, and he shrank back into his bed. "Geralt, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you'd be home so soon, we can pretend this never happened, I-"

"Shut up. Just shut up," Geralt said, climbing on top of Jaskier.

"Geralt, what-" Jaskier started, but his voice was swallowed up when Geralt's mouth met his. Warm. Rough. Eager. /Wanting/.

"If you wanted me, wanted me inside you, you should've just said."

"But- I thought..." Jaskier started again, but a particularly hard thrust stopped him.

"So did I, once," Geralt admitted. "But now, I really want to do this. Now, and tomorrow, and every day for the rest of our lives, if you're agreeable."

"I'm more than agreeable."

When Jaskier came, with Geralt's name back on his lips, it was with the real Geralt inside him.

Both men completely sated, Geralt held Jaskier in his arms, drawing small circles on his back. They both knew this changed everything. It completely changed their admittedly already strange friendship.

But the time for more serious talks would come later. For now...

"Stay in my bed tonight...?" Jaskier murmured sleepily. Neither of them had eaten, and they knew they'd probably be awake at 3am to fix that, but neither particularly minded.

"Tonight, and every night following," Geralt promised. Jaskier kissed him then, thrilled at the thought.

"I think we're going to need a bigger bed," Jaskier commented, already half-asleep, and all Geralt could do was laugh and hold him closer, pressing a sloppy kiss to his lover's brow.

//end thread.