The Witcher Geralt and the bard Jaskier

Geralt and Jaskier rode slowly in their saddlebags. They were freezing and Geralt was thinking whether he felt his toes anymore. 

"Come on," said Jaskier, "where are we? We were supposed to arrive to the next village by sunset. We'll freeze to death if we don't find a place to get warm. And some sleep!"

Geralt ignored him because he didn't have an answer for that. He was thinking the same. But he knew there is a village nearby. Villages were built near a water stream and a few minutes ago Geralt had seen a frozen river. Though he wasn't gonna say anything to Jaskier. He wouldn't stop yapping about it and would ask every two minutes if they are close.

After what actually felt like an eternity Geralt saw smoke in the sky. When Jaskier had seen it too, he shouted: "Finally! Yes! A village, Geralt can you see it too?" Geralt didn't reply. But Jaskier was used to talking to himself more than anything else.

When they crossed the gate of the small town a few guards asked what is their bussiness but they could clearly see the two travellers were freezing and in need of a warm bed. Geralt headed for the only inn where they could buy hot food and rent a room. Geralt needed a beer and thought Jaskier wouldn't complain either.

They went to see the innkeeper. "Sorry boys, I don't have any rooms left. When the winter hits, the inns are full almost every night."

"Isn't there anything we could sleep on? Anything!?" Jaskier was probably on the edge between sense and craziness. "I mean there are the stables but you would have to sleep on hay. And with a few horses of course."

"We'll take it," agreed Jaskier,"how much for it?”

“I’ll take 4 orens for the each.” Geralt and Jaskier handed him the demanded sum in unison and asked if they could get something to eat. The innkeep seated them and went to the kitchen, coming back shortly with two bowls with steam coming from the surface of the hot liquid.

They studied in silence their stew out of local herbs floating in it with potatoes which Jaskier was observing with of face of prudence and misery, but his stomach was not so picky as it was growling. “Suck it up Jaskier, it’s been a day since we last ate,” said Geralt with a light smile on his lips. Jaskier shook his head in renouncement and dug into his unattractive looking stew. When the spoon reached his mouth he twisted his face in disgust and swallowed without savouring the taste much. He looked at Geralt, who was watching his every move, and they both grinned. “That bad huh?” Geralt commented. Jaskier just nodded, a hint of amusement still on his face: “At least it’s not poisonous.” He paused. “I hope…” They burst out laughing. As they were eating, the good mood was returning to them. Jaskier was soon cracking jokes and speculating if the innkeep maybe had a young daughter he could try to court and earn a place in a nice warm bed with amazing company. Geralt stayed silent and just grinned at his friend. But at Jaskier’s last remark, he raised an eyebrow, which his friend quickly noticed.

“Not that I don’t enjoy your amusing companionship, my dear friend, but it has been quite a while since I’ve spent the night with a woman and frankly with them I can do things that with you, sadly, I cannot,” Jaskier continued observing Geralt, who just shook his shoulders. A flash of a disagreeing smile crossed his face, which Jaskier remarked but said nothing. He thought if he actually saw the smile on Geralt’s face or just imagined it.

“What?” Jaskier asked grinning after a little while. “I was just thinking about what you said,” Geralt said. After a moment of silence Geralt realised Jaskier could misunderstand him, he added: “The last endeavour with someone, I mean.” Jaskier let out a laugh and shook his head. “It has been a while, hasn’t it..” Geralt nodded deeply, smiling. The rest of the meal carried out in silence, not counting Jaskier’s loud slurping noises, which he knew annoyed Geralt.

When they were done, they waited for the lady who took their empty bowl and told them the soup was one oren. She returned to the kitchen and Geralt reached into his back pocket. Nothing. It was empty.

“Damn! I gave all of my money to the innkeeper for the stable for tonight. I don’t have anything left.”

“Well I have always said how lucky you were to have me as your friend, and here you have it. Though I don’t have anything more left either so you owe me one now Geralt,” Jaskier said with a wink as the lady was taking his crowns. When she left, they looked at each other and decided to go to bed, or hay more like.

As they walked Jaskier shared his opinion on the latest events, as he usually did: “The girl who took our money was certainly not ugly. I totally could’ve chatted with her some more. Try to find what she hides under those robes, what is she like I mean of course. What do you reckon Geralt?”

Geralt murmured his approval and Jaskier continued: “Unless of course, she is the wife of the innkeep, but she looked far too young. Maybe it actually is his daughter. But she was not that young. Twenty, not more I’d say.”

Geralt decided to have a little fun and teased: “Twenty or not, you did not have a single chance.”

“Why so my friend? I simply did not get the chance to unravel my charming way of words, which might I say, you fell for too.” Geralt exhaled sharply with a sour smile. Jaskier got the message.

“Oh don’t try to say that you didn’t. You love me. I bring laughter and colours into your otherwise gray and gloomy personality. Even Yennefer asked me once how did I get you to be so attached to me. I make you laugh, or at least snicker sarcastically. I make you forget to always hate your life and I make you enjoy it even sometimes. You wouldn’t survive without me in fact!” argumented Jaskier, his face glowing with a smile.

“It is true, you make me aware of how some people are so very arrogant. And for the record, YOU wouldn’t survive without me. Not even a week ago I saved you from the wolf you so eagerly tried to pet, thinking it was a dog. It almost bit your head off. Maybe I should’ve let him. I’d have a bit of calm at least,” replied Geralt also with a smile on his lips.

“Oh come on, my controlled arrogance perfectly matches your lack of personality which makes out of us the perfect duo we are! As for the dog, I had the situation completely under control, but thank you anyways.. Not even five minutes ago, I saved you from having to work for your meal in the kitchen, because you didn’t have any money on you. Face it, you adore me!” Jaskier finished his speech laughing.

Geralt, not wanting to respond changed the subject: “You had no chance with that girl.” They opened the door to the stables.

“I beg to differ. A man like me has a lot to offer.”

“Yeah like what, poetry? Frankly that’s your best chance for a simple girl like her.” Geralt checked on Roach and started to put all of the hay on one pile for him to sleep on.

“Speaking of which, I am a very good poet, but no that’s not what I had in mind. I was talking about my corporal dispositions,” said Jaskier with a smirk.

Geralt stopped scooping the hay and lifted his head and looked at Jaskier with highly raised eyebrows, his favourite response. Jaskier continued.

“I am an attractive man, wouldn’t you say, friend?” he said more as a rhetorical question, not really expecting an answer.

“There is only one beautiful specimen in this stable and it’s not you,” jokingly said Geralt. “Besides, you should start making your own pile to have a place to sleep.”

“Excuse you, Geralt!” Jaskier exclaimed sharply but still grinning. “One beautiful specimen, meaning you? I’m not saying you don’t have attractive qualities, but the girl would choose me over you any minute I assure you.

And I though you were making a pile for the both of us to sleep on. Who’s arrogant now huh?” joked Jaskier.

“Firstly, I was talking about Roach. Secondly, I am not your wife to make your bed and take care of your every need. You can add a bit of hay on the side and lie next to me if you want,” replied Geralt.

“Well played, but that doesn’t change the fact that I have a lot to offer. Whereas I am not the tallest of the bards I am blue eyed, broad shouldered.. and quite capable of pleasing any girl. Not one has ever complained,” he affirmed. “Not to brag but some even talked about a third leg!”

Completely absorbed by his monologue, Jaskier just leaned on the stable fence next to Roach. In the meantime, Geralt brought some additional hay and prolonged the hay bed so that Jaskier had a place to sleep.

“Yeah, my ass!” Geralt murmured smirking at his friend.

“Think what you want but I assure you it’s true. And thank you for the bed.”

“Just go to sleep you horny bastard,” said Geralt as he noticed a tent at the front of Jaskier’s trousers. At the same time, he suddenly became aware of the tightness of his trousers as he realised he was also fully stiff.

Jaskier sighed. “I would very much like to but it’s going to be hard(Geralt smiled at his choice of words) imagining the missed opportunity at the kitchen girl.”

“We only have my blanket so come here if you want to get some,” warned Geralt who was at this point already laying on the hay. His trousers and shirt next to him. Jaskier soon joined him.

They both went to sleep. Jaskier murmured something about the night being cold but that didn’t stop him from falling quickly asleep. Sleep didn’t come as quick for Geralt as it did for his friend. For a good hour, he stared at the fence of the stable and replayed the strange conversation he had with Jaskier and contemplated why did it excite him so much. But eventually, even Geralt fell asleep.

The night was indeed cold. The winter wind brought more snowing clouds and the stable got colder and colder. Geralt was sleeping on his side. At one point in his sleep, Jaskier rolled over and threw one hand over Geralt’s torso, hugging him from behind. After a while in this position, Geralt woke up. He wondered what tore him from his sleep. His thoughts were still slow, half asleep. But suddenly, he felt a stab on his ass. He slowly realised that he had a hand on him and that it belonged to Jaskier. Jaskier murmured something Geralt couldn’t understand but didn’t wake up.

Jaskier shivered. This movement brought his hips closer to Geralt’s backside. Geralt clearly felt an object now crammed between his thighs, just below his asshole. Jaskier tightened his arm around Geralt, and this got him even closer to Geralt.

“..uh-uh..yeah,” Jaskier murmured as the object between Geralt’s thighs throbbed.

“That’s his dick,” Geralt realised. “Jaskier’s got his cock loged up between my thighs!”

Jaskier was clearly hard. Geralt felt the hard member throb every so often.

“uh, yeah.. I like that,” Jaskier talked out of his sleep

“He’s dreaming. He’s dreaming about fucking somebody!” Geralt though.

Geralt felt his own member getting hard as he sensed Jaskier’s cock stabbing his thighs. Geralt didn’t know why was he getting so excited by this situation and he knew it was wrong, but he didn’t do anything to stop it. The least he could do for his dear friend was to let him continue dreaming about the endeavour he was no doubt dreaming of having at the moment.

Jaskier soon started slowly thrusting his hips into the tight gap between Geralt’s thighs his large cock was stuck in. Geralt tried to guess the length of the cock Jaskier so proudly bragged about.

He couldn’t get a good guess like that so he decided to tighten his thighs. This got him a loud moan from Jaskier who was still dreaming: “Oh like that, that felt good, like that, like that..,”

“It’s big, very big!” Geralt concluded. With his thighs, he inspected the member stuck so close to his ass. He thought it had to be at least as big as his own, whick was by now completely stiff and leaking a bit of precum into his linen undergarments. He guessed that Jaskier’s cock just slipped out through the hole of his undergarments.

By now, Jaskier was lightly thrusting his hips into Geralt in regular intervals, still silently moaning in pleasure. Geralt soon felt the area getting slick and wet. Jaskier was probably leaking his man-juice everywhere.

At his point, Geralt was equally horny as Jaskier, his cock at full attention, leaking precum as Jaskier continued pleasuring himself with his friends upper legs. Geralt did not dare to move. All he wanted to do was to reach for his cock and give it the attention it so eagerly seeks, but he didn’t want to wake up Jaskier by moving.

Jaskier’s thrusting got more powerful, just as his moans.

“..fuuuck! oh yeah you’re perfect. I love you, fuck!” he moaned.

Geralt was paralysed by his words.

He felt Jaskier’s cock throbbing more and more. With each throb, it got wider and Geralt even started to tighten his thighs to match Jaskier’s rhythm of thrusting. He though Jaskier was not far from finishing.

“Fuck, I’m close. I’m gonna cum soon!”

His rhythm encreased and he tightened the grip he had with his arm on Geralt. His hand seized Geralt’s pec as he cried out: “FUUUCK! I’m cumming inside you! FUUUUUUUUUUCK this feels sooo uhhh good! Your ass is soooo fuuckk tight!”

Geralt felt Jaskier’s cock throb and he soon felt strings of Jaskier’s cum wetting the space even more. Jaskier’s thrusts slowed down, until they stopped completely. Geralt felt his cock deflate and slip out of his thighs. The wetness stayed though. Jaskier’s breathing decelerated, but his hand rested on Geralt’s chest.

Geralt was afraid to breathe too loudly. He was still in shock from what just happened.

“Jaskier just ejaculated on me, while fucking my thighs. And I was helping him. He didn’t even wake up. Just dropped his load and continued sleeping.”

Geralt was so horny, his cock not going down one inch. But he was too afraid to do anything about it. He just lay there and waited for his heartbeat to slow down, to be able to sleep.

Needless to say, sleep came hard to him.

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This is just the first chapter of their story. The following chapters are to be continued...