"Stay with me," Geralt whispered before closing the distance between them. The kiss was tentative at first, testing the waters to gauge Jaskier's reaction. His words rang out in Jaskier's head over and over again— staywithmestaywithmestaywithme —three little words loaded with so much meaning. Did he mean just for tonight or forever? Jaskier didn't know, but he made his feelings perfectly clear by sliding his hand across Geralt's waist and pulling him closer. He'd wanted this since Geralt had called him out of the blue a few days ago. Even after everything that had happened since then, knowing that their lives were about to change forever, Jaskier's feelings hadn't changed— he still wanted Geralt. Now that he was sure that Geralt wanted him too, he wasn't going to mess up his chance with him. Not again.

The tentative kiss became more heated as Geralt began pulling at Jaskier's clothes. Everything seemed to move in a blur then as they groped and kissed, hands slipping under clothes and dragging over bare, hot skin as they shed their shirts and trousers. Geralt didn't even give Jaskier the opportunity to completely remove his jeans, leaving them tangled around his ankles, before climbing onto his lap. Jaskier only had a brief moment to appreciate Geralt in all his glory—his toned arms, muscular thighs and his thick, swollen cock rearing upwards, leaking at the tip—before Geralt lurched forward and captured his lips in another searing kiss. Jaskier responded by wrapping his arms around Geralt's body, pulling him closer. When Geralt started rubbing his entrance insistently against the tip of Jaskier's cock, he broke the kiss and asked breathlessly, "Have you got any…"

"In the bedroom." Geralt climbed off of Jaskier's lap, but when Jaskier moved to follow him, Geralt pushed him back onto the settee. "Wait here. I want to fuck myself on your prick, right here on the couch."

Geralt didn't even give Jaskier time to let that promise fully sink in before he sauntered over to the bedroom to get lube and a condom. Jaskier stared after him before taking the opportunity to kick off his jeans completely, wondering to himself—not for the first time and definitely not for the last—how the hell he'd manage to wind up here with Geralt. The man was perfection personified and he couldn't quite understand what Geralt found so appealing about him. But when Geralt reappeared a moment later and planted himself on top of top of Jaskier's lap again, he figured it was something that he could give greater consideration another time—he had more important matters to contend with right now. Namely, fucking Geralt until he couldn't walk straight, just the way he liked it.

When Geralt sank down onto Jaskier's cock, taking the full length in one smooth slide, they both let out a low, shaky moan of pleasure. Geralt buried his face in Jaskier's shoulder, taking a moment to catch his breath. Jaskier caressed Geralt's hair and whispered words of praise, telling him how fucking gorgeous he is and how good his tight little hole felt wrapped around his cock. Geralt responded in kind by undulating his hips, sending a surge of pleasure up Jaskier's entire body. Jaskier groaned and felt Geralt smile against his skin before he withdrew, almost pulling off entirely, before grinding back down again to the hilt. Jaskier gasped as another wave of pleasure washed over him, dizzy and breathless as Geralt began to rise and fall in a steady rhythm.

As Geralt fucked them both closer to climax, Jaskier's head began to spin. Even though he was gasping for air, he couldn't seem to get enough oxygen to his brain. All he could do was feel—he relished the feeling of Geralt's hot skin, slick with perspiration, pressed against his own, and the way Geralt's heart pounded against his heaving chest, which rose and fell as he gasped and moaned. He savoured the way Geralt's calloused fingertips dug into his forearms to steady himself as he bounced up and down on Jaskier's cock, almost to the point of being painful. Everything about Geralt was intoxicating, and Jaskier wanted everything of him. He kissed Geralt's neck and breathed him in, wanting to fill every part of himself with this man; the smell of Geralt's cologne—clean and earthy like sweet grass after rain—filled his nostrils and made him feel drunk with desire. Lost to his senses, Jaskier ran his tongue up Geralt's neck, desperate to taste him, pulling a low growl from Geralt when he did so.

"Fuck yes," Geralt snarled, dragging his fingers through Jaskier's hair before taking a fistful of it. "I want you to fuck me as hard as you can."

"Yeah?" Jaskier breathed. Following his instincts, he spanked Geralt hard on the arsecheeks with both hands, delighting in Geralt's groan of approval. "Want me to pound that tight hole of yours?"

"Fuck yeah."

Jaskier shimmied down the couch a little bit and spread his legs further apart before planting his feet firmly on the polished wooden floor. Taking a firm grip of Geralt's arsecheeks, he began pistoning his hips up and down as fast and as hard as he could into Geralt's greedy hole. Geralt threw his head back cried out " Fuck! Don't stop" and Jaskier gladly obliged, pounding into Geralt with gay abandon, knocking strangled moans and gasps from him as the tip of his dick brushed against Geralt's prostate with every upward stroke. Geralt's right hand slid from Jaskier's hair to take a firm grip of his own leaking prick and began stroking it back and forth to the same rhythm as Jaskier's thrusts. As Geralt's breaths became increasingly laboured, his eyes glazed over and his head lolled back.

"Oh fuck," he slurred. "Oh fuckfuckfuck…"

Jaskier couldn't take his eyes off of Geralt. He always seemed so in control, everything he said or did so carefully orchestrated. But when he was like this, he was unrestrained, completely lost to pleasure. It was a beautiful sight, watching him come undone at Jaskier's fingertips.

"You like that, don't you?" Jaskier panted. "You like it when I fuck the cum out of you."

At those words, Geralt choked and his body lurched forward, spilling his hot seed all over Jaskier's stomach, but Jaskier didn't stop. He kept pounding into Geralt, his head swimming as he felt Geralt's hole clench and unclench around him. He was so close to coming now it would only take a couple more strokes. Geralt, looking utterly spent, brought his cum smeared hand up to Jaskier's lips and he greedily sucked Geralt's fingers clean, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his arousal peaked and he came. His back arched off of the couch as his orgasm tore through him and he gripped Geralt's hips like his life depended on it. Geralt slumped forward then, wrapping his arms around Jaskier's neck and pulling him into a messy kiss. He could probably taste himself on Jaskier's lips, but that didn't seem to bother him. They held onto each other, keeping each other anchored to the world as their breaths and faculties slowly returned.

Geralt grimaced as he carefully climbed off of Jaskier's lap and collapsed onto the couch next to him. Brushing the damp hair from his face, he closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh. Jaskier, meanwhile, looked down at himself and huffed out a laugh.

"Well, at least the condom worked this time," he quipped. Geralt drew him a withering look and Jaskier replied innocently, "What?"

"I'm going for a shower," he grumbled, rising to his feet. He turned and looked expectantly at Jaskier. "Are you coming?"

Jaskier didn't need to be asked twice.

After they'd showered, they got ready for bed. Jaskier lingered by the bedroom door in the fresh t-shirt and boxers that Geralt had lent him, still not entirely sure what the sleeping arrangements were. He watched as Geralt pulled back the quilt covers on the left side of the bed and climbed in. Grabbing his reading glasses and a book from the bedside table, he turned to Jaskier and frowned. "Aren't you coming to bed?"

Jaskier hesitated only a moment before hurrying over to the other side of the bed and slipping under the covers. He couldn't help but sigh as the weighted quilt pressed into his tired body. It felt like it was pushing all of the tension out of him. "Sorry, I wasn't sure if you'd want to share a bed or not."

"Why wouldn't I?"

Jaskier shrugged. "Some people find it too intimate."

Geralt cocked an eyebrow at him. "We're having a baby together. I don't think you can get any more intimate than that."

"Yeah, I suppose not," he mused. "I just didn't want to presume, some people can be weird about it."

Geralt considered Jaskier for a moment before popping on his reading glasses and opening his book. "Well, it doesn't bother me. But I appreciate you checking anyway."

"No problem." He watched Geralt read in silence for a few moments before asking, "Wotcha reading?"

" Your Baby Week by Week. It's a guide about taking care of newborns," he replied without looking up.

"Huh. Any good?"

"It's not bad. You can borrow it after I'm done reading it, if you want."

Jaskier smiled. "Yeah, that'd be great, thanks."

"You're welcome."

There was another short silence and Jaskier spoke again. "Have you been reading a lot of baby books?"

Geralt sighed and lowered the book. "Do you always talk this much before you go to bed?"

Jaskier thought for a moment before answering truthfully. "Yes."

Geralt sighed and discarded the book and reading glasses on the bedside table again. "I guess that's something I'll just need to learn to get used to, then. You don't snore, do you?"

"Not as far as I'm aware of."

"Thank god for that," he muttered.

Geralt switched off his bedside lamp and the room was plunged into darkness. Jaskier listened to the bedsheets rustle as Geralt got himself into a more comfortable position, then all fell silent.

"Do you snore?" asked Jaskier suddenly.

"No."

"Okay. Good." Jaskier stared up at the dark ceiling for a few minutes, listening to Geralt's steady breaths before he spoke up again. "Geralt…"

"What?" Geralt gritted out.

"What exactly are we now?"

It took so long for Geralt to answer the question that Jaskier wondered if he had fallen asleep or simply chosen to ignore it. "Dunno...dating, I suppose."

Jaskier considered for a moment how he felt about this. "I'm cool with that."

"Yeah?" Geralt replied hopefully.

"Yeah. I mean—don't get me wrong, I know that this whole situation is pretty screwy. Most people don't have the baby before they start dating. But who says there's a right or wrong way to go about these things? We just need to figure out what works best for us."

Geralt hummed in agreement. "Jaskier…"

"Hmm?"

"I'm sorry that I never called you back after that first night."

"You don't have to explain yourself," Jaskier assured him.

"I know, but I want to explain it," he argued. "I did think about answering your text...but ultimately, my work came first. It always has, to be honest. I like you, Jaskier. I liked you from the moment I saw you in that ridiculous shirt of yours."

"You love that shirt," Jaskier grinned.

"I do," he sighed. "But as much as I liked you, I knew that I wouldn't commit the time that was needed into having a proper relationship—I wouldn't even have had the time for casual dating. Because my job is—was—everything. But then I got pregnant and...I dunno, I guess I realised then that I didn't care about my job as much as I thought I did."

Jaskier turned to Geralt. He could only make out a faint outline of Geralt's body in the darkness, but the tightness in his voice suggested that this was hugging himself right now. What little Jaskier knew of the man, he didn't seem like the type of person that showed his vulnerable side very often. But he supposed that it was always easier to show that side of yourself under cover of darkness.

"Well, you did call me back eventually," Jaskier pointed out.

Geralt grunted. "Yeah, when I had to."

"You didn't have to," Jaskier argued. "You could have chosen to go on with the rest of your life and I'd have been none the wiser one way or the other about any of this. But you gave me the opportunity to make my own choice."

"That's the one thing that I still don't understand," Geralt mumbled, more to himself than Jaskier. "I gave you an out. I still can't believe that you didn't take it."

"Well, believe it," Jaskier replied fiercely. "Look, this whole situation is scary and new for the both of us, and I know that we're stumbling around blindly in the dark right now, but if I didn't want to be a part of the baby's life—a part of your life—then I wouldn't be here."

"...Really?"

"Really." Jaskier moved closer and wrapped his arms around Geralt's waist. "I'm glad you called me."

Geralt let out a shaky breath, took Jaskier's hand and pressed it against his chest. "I'm glad I called you, too."

"Geralt…"

"What?"

Jaskier pressed his lips to the back of Geralt's neck and whispered, "I like you, too."

Geralt's shoulders shook with silent laughter and the tension gradually left his body. Jaskier pressed his forehead against Geralt's back, content to spend the rest of the night spooning with his new sort-of-boyfriend, and when Geralt didn't push him away, he closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep.