Oh! A spare helmet. Jaskier barely manages to catch it before it hits the ground (he's no jock, alright) and he puts it on rather quickly so he can hide his disappointment. He wanted to feel the wind on his face, but believe it or not, once in a while he knows when not to argue. If Geralt cares so much about safety that he carries a second helmet just in case he may give someone a ride, then it's quite obvious this is not negotiable.
At least he's not whining about what the helmet will do to his hair, because he's going home and not somewhere nice.
This passenger definitely doesn't mind getting close to that very (very) wide, leather-clad back - in fact he's rather eager to do so. The only reason why he's careful with his climbing is because of his guitar, otherwise he'd be fucking hopping right on it. He's seen this back naked before yet this is different, because last time he wasn't this close - maybe it's a good thing he has the helmet on after all, this way he can't make a fool of himself by burying his face in and nuzzling the leather. Even if he's really, really dying to.
His hands fall on Geralt's waist and he's about to tease Geralt for being fucking thick even there, but a squeal escapes his lips instead. He's being mandhandled! Again! His damn body hasn't forgotten the fall on the berry patch yet and Geralt is already feeding his imagination once more!
Remembering that day, however, also means remembering the sad conclusion he reached about Geralt's potential interest. Jaskier reminds himself not to be a creep, and he puts his arms around his friend's waist as careful as he can, but a request to hold on tight before they leave makes him tighten his hold and before he can stop himself, he's resting his head on Geralt's back.
Both things done for safety reasons. Totally.
It truly is a great ride. Geralt is an amazing driver, fast and smooth, and Jaskier wouldn't have minded if they had left the city and ridden into the countryside for some more wind and a touch of starlight on their helmets. While the lack of chatting is kinda bothersome (silence? being alone with his thoughts? ugh), having a friend in his arms instead of a random he would've picked up at the bar does wonders for the comfort he needs at the moment. An actual hug would be best, obviously, but the ride provides a good enough distraction.
His apartment comes into view too damn soon, and Jaskier is pouting by the time Geralt parks. Not wanting the contact to end and having forgotten about his own reminder of not being a creep from twenty minutes ago, Jaskier takes his sweet time taking off his helmet and untangling his cape. At least, that's the plan, until Geralt calls him out for it.
"A-ah, yes, yes! Fantastic!" After jumping off the bike, he turns to Geralt and hands him back the helmet with his best smile. Alright, alright, he can't fuck this up. How difficult can it be? (Famous last words.) "Thank you for the ride. I really enjoyed it - we were one with the wind."
Wait, poetry may not be the right approach. So far in their friendship, Geralt has never appreciated it. In fact, if there's something he has learned about the man is that he prefers people being direct. Well then, here goes nothing.
"I believe I've already mentioned wanting to chat a bit more with you and that the night is still young? Why don't you come inside? I have coffee and an attempt at home-made pastries with the jam I made with the berries. Aren't you curious to try it out? You gave it a like after all!" Instagram had a good laugh at his cooking experiments, that's for sure. Jaskier is supposed to be coming off as chill, but all the hand gesturing he does as he talks betray how desperate he is for Geralt to join him for the night (and not for sexy reasons this time! amazing!). "Oh, and I have your book, too! You should take it back! And choose something new from my library now you're done with Pride & Prejudice. Please?"
There's a pause as his hands are dropped to his sides. "...I really don't want to be alone tonight."
Which may be sound a bit manipulative but his soft voice shows how sincere he is about it.
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At least he's not whining about what the helmet will do to his hair, because he's going home and not somewhere nice.
This passenger definitely doesn't mind getting close to that very (very) wide, leather-clad back - in fact he's rather eager to do so. The only reason why he's careful with his climbing is because of his guitar, otherwise he'd be fucking hopping right on it. He's seen this back naked before yet this is different, because last time he wasn't this close - maybe it's a good thing he has the helmet on after all, this way he can't make a fool of himself by burying his face in and nuzzling the leather. Even if he's really, really dying to.
His hands fall on Geralt's waist and he's about to tease Geralt for being fucking thick even there, but a squeal escapes his lips instead. He's being mandhandled! Again! His damn body hasn't forgotten the fall on the berry patch yet and Geralt is already feeding his imagination once more!
Remembering that day, however, also means remembering the sad conclusion he reached about Geralt's potential interest. Jaskier reminds himself not to be a creep, and he puts his arms around his friend's waist as careful as he can, but a request to hold on tight before they leave makes him tighten his hold and before he can stop himself, he's resting his head on Geralt's back.
Both things done for safety reasons. Totally.
It truly is a great ride. Geralt is an amazing driver, fast and smooth, and Jaskier wouldn't have minded if they had left the city and ridden into the countryside for some more wind and a touch of starlight on their helmets. While the lack of chatting is kinda bothersome (silence? being alone with his thoughts? ugh), having a friend in his arms instead of a random he would've picked up at the bar does wonders for the comfort he needs at the moment. An actual hug would be best, obviously, but the ride provides a good enough distraction.
His apartment comes into view too damn soon, and Jaskier is pouting by the time Geralt parks. Not wanting the contact to end and having forgotten about his own reminder of not being a creep from twenty minutes ago, Jaskier takes his sweet time taking off his helmet and untangling his cape. At least, that's the plan, until Geralt calls him out for it.
"A-ah, yes, yes! Fantastic!" After jumping off the bike, he turns to Geralt and hands him back the helmet with his best smile. Alright, alright, he can't fuck this up. How difficult can it be? (Famous last words.) "Thank you for the ride. I really enjoyed it - we were one with the wind."
Wait, poetry may not be the right approach. So far in their friendship, Geralt has never appreciated it. In fact, if there's something he has learned about the man is that he prefers people being direct. Well then, here goes nothing.
"I believe I've already mentioned wanting to chat a bit more with you and that the night is still young? Why don't you come inside? I have coffee and an attempt at home-made pastries with the jam I made with the berries. Aren't you curious to try it out? You gave it a like after all!" Instagram had a good laugh at his cooking experiments, that's for sure. Jaskier is supposed to be coming off as chill, but all the hand gesturing he does as he talks betray how desperate he is for Geralt to join him for the night (and not for sexy reasons this time! amazing!). "Oh, and I have your book, too! You should take it back! And choose something new from my library now you're done with Pride & Prejudice. Please?"
There's a pause as his hands are dropped to his sides. "...I really don't want to be alone tonight."
Which may be sound a bit manipulative but his soft voice shows how sincere he is about it.