There's frustration in Jaskier's voice-- only to be expected-- but it rings true when he answers. Thank whatever god might be listening, Geralt really didn't want to have to have to explore the possibility that Jaskier had watched him at other times. Hidden out of sight, perhaps, those blue eyes tracking every push and press of their entwined bodies, taking his own pleasure from the sight--
Which is something that Geralt is not thinking about. Because Jaskier did no such thing.
Right.
And Geralt does remember the way that Jaskier would smell after he parted ways with Yen, and if he had more often reeked of male spend than female, well, he hadn't noticed at the time. Maybe he hadn't wanted to notice-- not because he had any particular qualm with Jaskier's dalliances with men, but for what the timing would imply. What it meant for Jaskier to seek comfort in the arms of strong men whenever Geralt left to bed his sorceress.
There really had been signs of what Jaskier wanted, Geralt was beginning to see, over the past twenty years. The witcher was a master tracker, could pick up a three day old trail in the dark during a rainstorm, but the tracks that Jaskier had left for him weren't ones that he had been trained to spot. He had missed them in the same way that Jaskier would miss a deer trail in the woods.
And the actual voyeurism situation is far more understandable when Jaskier takes the time to actually describe it; merely a mix of relief that Geralt had not been killed in the collapse, needing to see for himself that he was whole and uninjured, and some exceptionally poor timing. Geralt hums at the part about only doing things like that in brothels, since it isn't an inaccurate statement and he usually was only doing those sorts of things after having paid for them. But by the way he says that last thing, calls Geralt exquisite and Yen-- well, he'd called her sexy but insane in the past, and it's hardly inaccurate-- it almost sounds like an admission. An admission, perhaps, that Jaskier had not solely been interested in only one half of that equation.
"I-- hm."
Geralt doesn't truly intend to think about it, but the image comes to him anyway, unbidden-- the three of them in a bed together, Jaskier on his back and Geralt between his spread legs, his hands pressed bruisingly tight to his hips, the bard's face buried between Yen's lovely thighs--
It would never happen. Geralt is an insufficient mediator between Jaskier and Yennefer, and nothing on this earth would convince them to be in a room together and not at each others' throats. Hell, Yen would kill him on the spot for just the suggestion. Another thing for him to not think about.
"Then it doesn't matter," he says, "because it won't be happening again. Not with her."
And Jaskier won't have to run into the arms of any more blacksmiths or stable boys.
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Which is something that Geralt is not thinking about. Because Jaskier did no such thing.
Right.
And Geralt does remember the way that Jaskier would smell after he parted ways with Yen, and if he had more often reeked of male spend than female, well, he hadn't noticed at the time. Maybe he hadn't wanted to notice-- not because he had any particular qualm with Jaskier's dalliances with men, but for what the timing would imply. What it meant for Jaskier to seek comfort in the arms of strong men whenever Geralt left to bed his sorceress.
There really had been signs of what Jaskier wanted, Geralt was beginning to see, over the past twenty years. The witcher was a master tracker, could pick up a three day old trail in the dark during a rainstorm, but the tracks that Jaskier had left for him weren't ones that he had been trained to spot. He had missed them in the same way that Jaskier would miss a deer trail in the woods.
And the actual voyeurism situation is far more understandable when Jaskier takes the time to actually describe it; merely a mix of relief that Geralt had not been killed in the collapse, needing to see for himself that he was whole and uninjured, and some exceptionally poor timing. Geralt hums at the part about only doing things like that in brothels, since it isn't an inaccurate statement and he usually was only doing those sorts of things after having paid for them. But by the way he says that last thing, calls Geralt exquisite and Yen-- well, he'd called her sexy but insane in the past, and it's hardly inaccurate-- it almost sounds like an admission. An admission, perhaps, that Jaskier had not solely been interested in only one half of that equation.
"I-- hm."
Geralt doesn't truly intend to think about it, but the image comes to him anyway, unbidden-- the three of them in a bed together, Jaskier on his back and Geralt between his spread legs, his hands pressed bruisingly tight to his hips, the bard's face buried between Yen's lovely thighs--
It would never happen. Geralt is an insufficient mediator between Jaskier and Yennefer, and nothing on this earth would convince them to be in a room together and not at each others' throats. Hell, Yen would kill him on the spot for just the suggestion. Another thing for him to not think about.
"Then it doesn't matter," he says, "because it won't be happening again. Not with her."
And Jaskier won't have to run into the arms of any more blacksmiths or stable boys.