Geralt's mouth twists and Jaskier feels a bit bad for him, not guessing he's not believing his words and thinking his reaction comes from understanding finally sinking in. No matter how bad he feels, though, he can't help chuckling again when Geralt says vegetable cocks.
"Nineteen is a young adult, Geralt. And she isn't actually sending you anything. Trust me, I know what fans sending you things looks like." And boy, has he gotten things since his channel started - he has to drink to that. "It's just a playful, sexier yet not rule-breaking way of saying you're hotter than global warming."
Smooth, Jaskier. Really smooth.
Do age differences bother him? Or is it just because this is too young? It's not like Geralt can be Jaskier's father. Maybe it's just because this hits too close to home, considering Cirilla and all. For one millisecond there (one Lizzie would be proud of), Jaskier wonders if he shouldn't change his approach, maybe drop it completely. Is he even doing the right thing here, hanging out with a man ten years older than him that obviously doesn't enjoy sexual innuendo?
That little insightful thought is instantly dropped when his dick takes over his thinking again, Geralt's threat pushing him to lean in and grab the man's arm with both his hands, as if that could stop him from doing anything.
"NO!" He realizes what he's doing a little too late - Jaskier looks into golden eyes, reminds himself for the hundredth time why he can't just go for it and smooch the hell out this DILF, and slowly pulls back after clearing his voice.
(His fingers still feel warm where they touched Geralt though.)
"I mean... I get it. If it makes you uncomfortable, then I get it. Your comfort comes first, and I don't want you to give that up for the sake of the ranch. That isn't -or shouldn't- be what social media is about."
A pauses - should he? Well, he's already embarrassed himself enough, he supposes, may as well go all the way. But he doesn't meet Geralt's eyes when he asks, "if you do take them down, would you at least send them to me? I like seeing you more often than these visits to the ranch."
Which isn't a lie, but also, he doesn't want to lose his wanking material. Sue him.
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"Nineteen is a young adult, Geralt. And she isn't actually sending you anything. Trust me, I know what fans sending you things looks like." And boy, has he gotten things since his channel started - he has to drink to that. "It's just a playful, sexier yet not rule-breaking way of saying you're hotter than global warming."
Smooth, Jaskier. Really smooth.
Do age differences bother him? Or is it just because this is too young? It's not like Geralt can be Jaskier's father. Maybe it's just because this hits too close to home, considering Cirilla and all. For one millisecond there (one Lizzie would be proud of), Jaskier wonders if he shouldn't change his approach, maybe drop it completely. Is he even doing the right thing here, hanging out with a man ten years older than him that obviously doesn't enjoy sexual innuendo?
That little insightful thought is instantly dropped when his dick takes over his thinking again, Geralt's threat pushing him to lean in and grab the man's arm with both his hands, as if that could stop him from doing anything.
"NO!" He realizes what he's doing a little too late - Jaskier looks into golden eyes, reminds himself for the hundredth time why he can't just go for it and smooch the hell out this DILF, and slowly pulls back after clearing his voice.
(His fingers still feel warm where they touched Geralt though.)
"I mean... I get it. If it makes you uncomfortable, then I get it. Your comfort comes first, and I don't want you to give that up for the sake of the ranch. That isn't -or shouldn't- be what social media is about."
A pauses - should he? Well, he's already embarrassed himself enough, he supposes, may as well go all the way. But he doesn't meet Geralt's eyes when he asks, "if you do take them down, would you at least send them to me? I like seeing you more often than these visits to the ranch."
Which isn't a lie, but also, he doesn't want to lose his wanking material. Sue him.