While Jaskier had joined Geralt in having double-entendre thoughts about this whole situation before, this time his mind takes it easier. Might as well get it ready? Reluctance isn't sexy. At all. At least Geralt has finally accepted his fate and he's giving in to the idea of a more relaxed evening together. A hurrah for friendship? Jaskier doesn't know what the deal is anymore, but this does feel like some kind of progress.
"You got it, mate," he replies (with perhaps a little too much excitement) as he stands up as well. Having muscles around proves to be useful pretty soon, because together they move the coffee table and transform the couch in seconds. Jaskier doesn't even sweat once! Geralt is probably strong enough to pick and keep him up against a wall as he--
Fuck. Horny thoughts are back. Bad brain. What happened to reluctance isn't sexy?
"I never did this so quickly! You make it look easy." He pats Geralt's arm twice. Ugh, so perfectly shaped. "Let me see what I can find in my closet that can fit your whole--" He moves his open hand to indicate Geralt's big body. "--heftiness. Change the movie for some music if you want, there must be something in my collection you like." Because his collection is vat and varied, and he seriously doubts Geralt knows how to start Spotify or Youtube on a smart tv anyway.
The horny thoughts take a chance to make a second comeback when he finds himself alone in his room and the fact Geralt is going to be naked in his shower and wear his clothes is finally sinking in. Bloody hell, how is he supposed to survive the evening? Maybe he should have a brownie as well, relax a little too? Nah, awful idea - he won't be able to control himself and probably scare Geralt off. Better learn to deal with this shit if this is how things are going to be for a while - because Jaskier doesn't think he'll be able to decode these mixed signals any time soon.
"Alright, here is the deal," he comments as he comes back from his bedroom and proceeds to throw a shirt at Geralt. It's a sport shirt belonging to the Oxford University rugby team - all black and definitely bigger than Jaskier's size. "You have the physique of a rugby player, so a rugby shirt you get. Can't wrong with that one, it's baggy when I wear it to sleep." Nothing awkward about that, not at all. "Pants though... I wear them tight. I don't think any of mine would be able to withstand your mighty thighs soooo I thought - yoga pants!" He shows said pants to Geralt, grabbing them by the sides and pulling to show how elastic the fabric is. "They're stretchy, so I think they may do the trick." It will also shape Geralt's butt spectacularly. But that's not why he chose them, just an... ahem. Extra bonus. He clears his voice to chase those thoughts away and tilts his head towards the doors. "Let me show you the bathroom, Mr Bar Soap."
Now they actually are in the short hallway, Geralt can notice the three doors Jaskier had merely pointed at when they arrived have decals on them. Music notes on his studio, obviously; a buttercup on his bedroom, and a little funny sign on the bathroom, which is pretty clean and tidy and smells faintly of Jaskier's floral shampoo. After moving the shower curtains (which are also decorated, because nothing can't be plain in this apartment), he starts pointing at things - and boy, there are tons in this shower.
"Cold and hot water, they have the little symbols on them, can't miss them. And over here: jelly soap, body wash, body lotion, splash mask, moisturizer, shampoo, conditioner, loofah sponge and nail scrubber. The showerhead is detachable if you want to have fun." He grins and winks, not feeling bad for this particular joke. No lines blurred here, he told Priscilla the same thing (and got smacked for it). "There's a hairdryer in the sink cabinet, plus cologne and a shaving kit behind the mirror, but I wouldn't recommend grabbing a blade while high. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything, alright?"
And because apparently he can't stop touching this hunk of a man, he pats Geralt's should before finally leaving the bathroom. Better keep himself busy, he tells himself, so his thoughts don't wander into forbidden places. He brings some pillows and blankets from his room and throws them on the couch, followed by as many snack bags as he could find, plus re-filling Geralt's water bottle while the kettle heats more water for another mug of tea.
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"You got it, mate," he replies (with perhaps a little too much excitement) as he stands up as well. Having muscles around proves to be useful pretty soon, because together they move the coffee table and transform the couch in seconds. Jaskier doesn't even sweat once! Geralt is probably strong enough to pick and keep him up against a wall as he--
Fuck. Horny thoughts are back. Bad brain. What happened to reluctance isn't sexy?
"I never did this so quickly! You make it look easy." He pats Geralt's arm twice. Ugh, so perfectly shaped. "Let me see what I can find in my closet that can fit your whole--" He moves his open hand to indicate Geralt's big body. "--heftiness. Change the movie for some music if you want, there must be something in my collection you like." Because his collection is vat and varied, and he seriously doubts Geralt knows how to start Spotify or Youtube on a smart tv anyway.
The horny thoughts take a chance to make a second comeback when he finds himself alone in his room and the fact Geralt is going to be naked in his shower and wear his clothes is finally sinking in. Bloody hell, how is he supposed to survive the evening? Maybe he should have a brownie as well, relax a little too? Nah, awful idea - he won't be able to control himself and probably scare Geralt off. Better learn to deal with this shit if this is how things are going to be for a while - because Jaskier doesn't think he'll be able to decode these mixed signals any time soon.
"Alright, here is the deal," he comments as he comes back from his bedroom and proceeds to throw a shirt at Geralt. It's a sport shirt belonging to the Oxford University rugby team - all black and definitely bigger than Jaskier's size. "You have the physique of a rugby player, so a rugby shirt you get. Can't wrong with that one, it's baggy when I wear it to sleep." Nothing awkward about that, not at all. "Pants though... I wear them tight. I don't think any of mine would be able to withstand your mighty thighs soooo I thought - yoga pants!" He shows said pants to Geralt, grabbing them by the sides and pulling to show how elastic the fabric is. "They're stretchy, so I think they may do the trick." It will also shape Geralt's butt spectacularly. But that's not why he chose them, just an... ahem. Extra bonus. He clears his voice to chase those thoughts away and tilts his head towards the doors. "Let me show you the bathroom, Mr Bar Soap."
Now they actually are in the short hallway, Geralt can notice the three doors Jaskier had merely pointed at when they arrived have decals on them. Music notes on his studio, obviously; a buttercup on his bedroom, and a little funny sign on the bathroom, which is pretty clean and tidy and smells faintly of Jaskier's floral shampoo. After moving the shower curtains (which are also decorated, because nothing can't be plain in this apartment), he starts pointing at things - and boy, there are tons in this shower.
"Cold and hot water, they have the little symbols on them, can't miss them. And over here: jelly soap, body wash, body lotion, splash mask, moisturizer, shampoo, conditioner, loofah sponge and nail scrubber. The showerhead is detachable if you want to have fun." He grins and winks, not feeling bad for this particular joke. No lines blurred here, he told Priscilla the same thing (and got smacked for it). "There's a hairdryer in the sink cabinet, plus cologne and a shaving kit behind the mirror, but I wouldn't recommend grabbing a blade while high. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything, alright?"
And because apparently he can't stop touching this hunk of a man, he pats Geralt's should before finally leaving the bathroom. Better keep himself busy, he tells himself, so his thoughts don't wander into forbidden places. He brings some pillows and blankets from his room and throws them on the couch, followed by as many snack bags as he could find, plus re-filling Geralt's water bottle while the kettle heats more water for another mug of tea.