"OES" rang out in the silence of the night and Jaskier already melted into a pout.
Omegan Emergency Services.
That voice.
"Geralt. Isn't anyone else up?" Jaskier whined as he opened the door letting the larger man into his home.
"I'm sorry Jaskier, you know I'm the only one working this part of town. C'mon, it'll be alright. Let's get you settled." Geralt said gently as he sat his bag down on the couch. He pulled out what he needed and slipped on his blue gloves.
Jaskier whined and locked the door, standing insolently a few feet from Geralt. The nurse opened a sterile package, a disposable 'slick gland stimulator'. Flimsy squishy vibrator that's got two bumps on it that dig into sick glands. Piece of garbage that feels weird and slimy and doesn't work, as Jaskier called it.
"I hate it when it's you, Geralt. I just hate it. I hate everything." Jaskier lamented dramatically and wrapped his arms around himself. He rubbed his feet over the cotton rug that covered the center of the living room. He pouted, bottom lip poking out nearly comically, and looked at the nurse with big sad eyes.
Geralt let out a sigh and nodded, Jaskier was Yennefer's friend. They usually hung out together with their other friends. Geralt had been called to the Pankratz residence more than once, usually being the only nurse willing to go into this part of the city at night.
Jaskier was a poorly omega. Often suffering from spasms, cramps, bruises, and bleeds. Often kicking out anyone who was too soft with him. He needed firm and hefty hands to get settled. He needed someone to not let him shoo them away or fuss his way out of going to the clinic when he needed to or fuss his way into sleeping aids and being left alone. Jaskier was… pushy and bratty.
Geralt felt… a certain way when he was in the small apartment in the dark neighborhood. He felt a certain way on and off the clock when he was around the flamboyant omega. He felt a certain way when he saw the other man dancing or singing or laughing loudly over bad jokes or drooling in his sleep or when he pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth and whined when he couldn't quite get a toy to sit right inside himself.
But he pushed that certain feeling down. Especially now, he was working. Patient, not Jaskier, Patient.
"I know Jask. C'mon, let me see what's happening." Geralt said in a calm commanding way and opened his arms. He waited patiently before giving Jaskier a look that had the patient whining and falling into his lap, straddling one thick, warm, supportive thigh.
"I hate it. I hate it so much." Jaskier complained and shoved his face into Geralt's neck.
Geralt always smelled nice. Nice and musky, not too much. Jaskier hated very scent-y alphas, he loved Geralt's scent though. The burnt aluminum foil and smoke and a touch of something like fresh rain on concrete scent was just enough Jaskier could take nice big breaths without choking on it.
"I know. Do you want to take your underwear off or just push them to the side?" Geralt asked as his fingers traced the edge of Jaskier's blue and black striped briefs. They were soft and cottony and worn out, small holes speckling all over them.
"Ugh… can you pull them down any? I hate this it makes me feel like a fucking teenager again." Jaskier said in an angrily sad way. He was shirtless already, hairy torso and arms out. He still had on a pair of white socks but they did little to help with the fact he had to be naked.
"I know Jaskier. But you also know getting them off will make this easier." Geralt said and tried to pull the underwear to either side which only caused some pinching and too-tight-in-wrong-spots-ness. Jaskier let out a sad whiney sigh and agreed.
"Fine," Jaskier said and stood up, eyes welling up from pure humiliation. He pushed his underwear down and kicked them away. He was kicking them away and stumbled, knees deciding to give way. Geralt caught him and easily slid him back into his lap.
"Alright. Good job. You knew I was coming, why didn't you put a modesty skirt on or something? Doesn't matter now, it's okay." Geralt asked but covered up quickly as Jaskier hugged his neck tightly.
He was quick to place a steadying hand on the omega's back, knowing the weight and warmth on his tailbone would help. He made a hushed shushing sound as his other hand found the omega's slick hole. He carefully let two of his fingers slip inside, Jaskier letting out a shaky breath as he did.
"I hate it," Jaskier said quietly into the thick blue fabric of Geralt's uniform. It was kinda scratchy but it felt grounding against the soft skin of his lips.
"I know," Geralt said and started a slow light rhythm of pushing and pulling his fingers, Jaskier was soaked, as he usually was, so the slide of his gloved hand was easy and smooth. Jaskier seemed stretched out, the ring of muscle already relaxed and ready for more than a few fingers.
"I hate it. I hate heats I hate everything. I need… Geralt my medicine, it makes me feel all antsy and nervous and and-" Jaskier started to say and got a bit riled up, pushing against the hand on his back to sit up. Geralt kept him down, his fingers splaying wide to cover his lower back, keeping him in place.
"I know Jaskier. You're upset. I know trying to take suppressants when your heat already started can cause panic attacks. Do you think sitting here for a minute before we start could help?" Geralt said calmly. Jaskier always did it. He always panicked and took his suppressants when he started getting pre-heat symptoms. It was always too late, and always made him feel all jittery.
"I hate it Geralt, I hate it when you come here," Jaskier said through quickening breaths. Geralt halted his fingers and rubbed his clean hand up and down Jaskier's back.
Geralt knew it. He knew how humiliating it was for Jaskier to have to ask for help in the first place, but having to get help from his friend made it that much worse. But the omega also walked all over all the other alpha's who came to this side of town.
"I know, pup, I know. Just take nice big breaths. You're alright." Geralt said lowly and rubbed up and down from Jaskier's broad shoulders down to his soft ass, applying reassuring pressure. Jaskier struggled for a moment, his mind fighting with his body. He took in a big choppy breath and nodded, matching Geralt's strong breaths.
"Fingers or the toy, Jask" Geralt asked finally, whispering it into the side of Jaskier's head. The omega sighed, defeated.
"Just use the t-toy," Jaskier said sadly and Geralt mumbled a quick okay before grabbing the toy and rubbing the rigid tip against Jaskier's hole.
Jaskier always got loose-lipped about his issues when he was having a bad heat. He always let go of his problems with anyone who was near. And he seemed to have a lot to dump.
"And- and- and then he said- he said- he told me I was a- a wannabe bimbo and that if I was any worse an omega I shouldn't even qualify to get married and- and then he shoved me to the floor and he left and took his stuff and he took my games for my ps4 and- and- and he- he- he was telling everyone I cheated and I didn't he did I- I just wanted to be a good boyfriend!" Jaskier ranted as he shifted and rolled his hips over the toy that was being lightly thrust in and out of him.
He was thankful for the absorbent pad Geralt had put on the floor. He knew he was dripping everywhere but he just felt frustrated and unhappy.
"He didn't deserve you, Jaskier, you're a good omega. Such a sweet omega, he doesn't know what he's talking about. I'm sorry he hurt you Jask" Geralt comforted the best he could while trying to keep Jaskier from throwing himself to the floor. He was trying to keep the omega calm but Jaskier wound himself up easily. Especially when he couldn't get settled over a toy. And he was not settled.
"I know and- and then- and then he came back for his stuff and he totally wrecked my nest and- and all that I had in- in there that was his was a single pair of boxers cause he wouldn't let me have anything else and he- he tore my nest up and- and it's hard for me to nest. It's a wreck Geralt! Just a wreck and I've been having such a hard time finding gigs and- and oh it's just awful! Unbearable!" Jaskier said in a squawking rant that ended with him looking at Geralt's focused face. His bottom lip was shaking as he stared into Geralt's honey eyes.
"I'm sorry Jaskier, you just need to forget all about him. Try to focus on this okay? You're getting riled up again and it's making you tighten up." Geralt said, keeping eye contact with the omega who let his forehead conk against Geralt's own, eyes slipping shut as he let out a long sigh, body trembling around it.
"I'm so sorry, I just- I just it's so awful and I hate these stupid toys and mine are all too big to be able to stay in me cause I only have like triple XLs to fill me up and I have like two that are smaller but they're not knotters and it hurts and I feel like my uterus is gonna fucking explode and my hips hurt and I'm hungry and I hate this! I just hate it so much and it's uncomfortable and this isn't helping!" Jaskier said in a final fit of frustration and slowly lifted himself up, only to get a cramp and have to be supported by Geralt's warm grasp on his hip. Geralt made a quick shushing sound again, he had to hold Jaskier firmly but tried not to squeeze too tight.
"Okay. Okay, pup, okay. We're okay, you're okay, we're gonna take this out and I'm just gonna get my fingers in you until you get all these frustrations out, alright?" Geralt explained gently in a low rolling kinda voice that made Jaskier melt a bit. He slowly eased the toy out, discarding it to the floor, on the sterile pad. He slipped his fingers back inside the twitching, clenching, heat of Jaskier's soaked hole once he had gotten comfortable straddling Geralt's lap, head laying heavily on the nurse's shoulder.
"Geralt…. I'm awful." Jaskier said in a quiet, sad little voice. It was said like an apology. Like a sure and sorrowful apology.
"You're not awful, you're okay." Geralt comforted and used his cleaner hand to rub up and down Jaskier's side. He made sure to let his hands linger over his hips, the warmth helped with the pains.
"I'm so awful and you had to get up and come get me and I'm not even being good, I'm awful. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry alpha." Jaskier said as his voice got all squeaky and tight like it always did when he started to cry.
"Jaskier listen to me, you're not awful" Geralt started but was cut off by a dramatic ' wah '. Jaskier continued to cry, making loud sad noises as he sobbed, his body jerking both away and toward Geralt's hands as he tried to get the omega settled again.
"Omega listen to me" Geralt finally said softly and pulled Jaskier to be face to face. He was sobbing, a wrecked expression on his face, all red and splotchy. Jaskier just sobbed, rubbing his tears away with his hands, doing little to help the fact his face was soaked.
"Jaskier, pup, listen." Geralt tried again but Jaskier was sobbing, broken, and sick with heat. Geralt took a long breath in, Jaskier was sick enough for him to smell it. Geralt could never pick up on scents very easily, Jaskier usually smelling like baking bread, faintly, but now Geralt was getting the sickly strong scent similar to burning Teflon.
"Omega listen to daddy, he knows best," Geralt said in a low rolling growling way that had Jaskier's eyes flying open and his breaths going from sobs to easy wet pants. His eyes met Geralt's and his hole loosened around the nurse's still fingers. The omega's eyes spaced out, drifting cross for a moment before he let out a breathy sigh.
"Daddy?" Jaskier asked as he stared down the alpha. Geralt cupped his jaw with his clean hand, letting the omega nuzzle and rub against it. Jaskier was about to suck the older man's thumb into his mouth but was cut short by a long moan and grabbing that gloved hand in his own. Geralt had let his fingers slowly roll over the soft tender bump of Jaskier's cervix, gently. He knew Jaskier was overly sensitive there, that if he was too rough the omega would bruise or bleed.
He gently let his fingers press against it slightly in rolling waves as the boy started to moan, holding onto Geralt's gloved hand tightly. Jaskier pulled Geralt's hand up to rub his cheek and face against the warmth. Geralt smiled and cradled the omega's face, thumb running across his cheekbone lightly.
"That's a good omega, good boy. You just need to listen to Daddy and do what he says. Such a good omega, you just need a nice mate. You'll find a nice mate to take care of you and it'll all be okay. You deserve a nice happy relationship. Right now you need to relax and let's get over your heat." Geralt said and kept his fingers moving smoothly inside the other. He pulled away from the boy's cervix to start thrusting into him in longer, strong movements of his hand.
"Daddy's gonna help," Jaskier said and looked down at where Geralt's hand disappeared between his legs, his small cock hung uselessly soft over his swollen balls that made his cock look that much smaller. Too big, those were too big. Ugly. Jaskier started to cry again, looking down at himself in disdain.
"Daddy's going to help. Your cervix is soft, Jask, does it feel nice when I rub on it? Such a pretty omega, inside and out." Geralt said comfortingly and let his fingers roll around and around the slightly softened opening. He just needed to pull Jaskier away from himself. He had learned Jaskier's self-deprecating habits, his cock was idealistic to omega's but he had larger balls than most.
Geralt just rubbed at his cervix, knowing it would drag Jaskier away from his own body. And Jaskier threw his head back, a high whine clawing its way from his throat before he looked back at Geralt's eyes.
"It feels okay, it's tender" Jaskier answered and was careful to hold still, a bad move and it would hurt so bad he'd puke. He just stayed very still and held onto Geralt's hand, it was hurting deep in his hips and he felt ugly and gross and hungry and gross and desperate and and- Geralt was so helpful but he couldn't even be good at getting help.
"I know it's tender, do you want to see if a heating pad would help?" Geralt asked, keeping his fingertips light and gentle over the sensitive tissue as he pulled his fingers out to rub at the sensitive nerves just inside Jaskier's hole.
"I want your cock" Jaskier cried out and gently tried to fuck himself up and down. It felt so good and Jaskier just wanted to be good. Geralt stared at him for a moment as Jaskier lightly thrust and rolled his hips, luxuriating in the little sparks he was getting from Geralt's fingers being just inside. He then stopped as a single word made him realize what just came out of his mouth.
"Oh?" Geralt asked, a little surprised but not much. He'd heard worse, of course, but Jaskier usually just cried and cried and ranted and vented and asked for a heating pad. He'd never asked for cock. Especially not Geralt's own cock.
Jaskier jerked back, looking shocked at his own slip-up before backtracking messily.
"Oh no, I mean- I'm- I mean not your cock! Of course not your cock but a cock, any cock, but a hot cock would make me feel better! Not that you don't have a nice cock! I'm sure you do and I'm sure it could make me better not that I'm asking I just- just" Jaskier rambled on backing off Geralt's fingers, making himself let out a small gasp before he was empty.
He stood on trembling thighs, face flaming in embarrassment, hands shaking as they covered his cock and sticky inner thighs. He took a step back from Geralt, turning to the side, eyes downcast in shame.
The older man cocked his head to the side, looking at the younger omega with kindness in his eyes. Jaskier couldn't even look at the tip of Geralt's boot, too ashamed that he'd asked a-a friend , no an acquaintance for a fucking.
"Jaskier, do you want to sit on my cock?" Geralt asked, eyes not straying from the omega's own shifting blue ones. He kept his eyes on Jaskier's face even when a rush of slick went sliding down between his legs to make a small puddle below him.
"So badly right now" Jaskier confessed, something in his belly dropping at the way Geralt was looking at him. Jaskier looked him over, his warm honey eyes, solid warm body, strong talented hands… Geralt was just so… perfectly alphan . Strong, caring, handsome, knowledgeable about omega bodies, warm, and he smelled so good. And Jaskier fucking needed his cock. Needed Geralt in whole but his cock and his attention would be just enough for now. Just enough to hold him over.
"That's okay," Geralt reassured Jaskier, keeping their eye contact until the omega let his hands fall from covering his body. Jaskier stepped forward, his chest heaving with heavier pants, his hands going to rub across his belly, right where he hurt.
"That's good. That's a good boy." Geralt said and reached for his bag that was sat on the side table. Jaskier moved forward again, letting his hand graze Geralt's wrist, just skimming the sensitive inner patch where Geralt's scent gland was.
"Omega" Geralt said sternly, his voice getting much rougher than it usually was. And it killed Jaskier to hear it.
"Daddy~," Jaskier said and fell to his knees, his stomach churned and slick flooded him, his brain felt all fuzzy like it didn't matter that he got dumped or that he was broke and couldn't turn the lights on. Alpha was happy. Alpha was taking care of him. Alpha was gonna give him what he needed.
"Let me get a condom and take my medicine, give me a minute," Geralt said and leaned forward to tuck a strand of hair behind Jaskier's ear, taking a moment to rub gently over it, knowing Jaskier had sensitive ears, and down to run his fingers over Jaskier's jaw.
When he pulled away the younger man let out a whine and pushed himself on his knees, trying to chase the warm callused hand. He huffed when Geralt pulled his hand away fully to dig into his bag.
"Why medicine?" Jaskier asked, sitting back on his haunches, uncaring of the puddle leaking under himself. He was staring straight at Geralt's crotch pondering if he was really packing or if the slacks did him favors. Jaskier's hands found the laces of Geralt's non-slip shoes, fiddling with them. His brain was slow and slushy, finally deciding he didn't need to be alert, he could sink into his heated hot sweet space.
He just felt happy. And wet.
"I don't get hard, Jask, the medicine helps," Geralt answered and took a small blue pill from his bag and a gold-wrapped condom from a roll. Jaskier crept closer until his head was on the cushion beside Geralt's thigh, nose grazing the rough fabric of his uniform slacks.
Geralt looked down at him, at his trembling hips where the omega was barely holding back from rubbing up on his shoe. And at his blue eyes that were still staring at his cock like he would be able to see through the fabric if he just tried hard enough. Jaskier licked his lips, the hot breath he released making its way to tickle at the alpha's leg.
"Oh… is it because you got hurt or what?" Jaskier asked and let his hand travel up from his shoelaces up to his inner thigh, thick dense warm muscle smelling faintly of laundry starch. He felt up and down the long line of inner thigh, tracing the seam.
"Pup," Geralt said warningly, the medication made him hard, unbelievably so, but also made his nerves thin a bit. He picked the boy's hand up and laid it on the couch beside them. Jaskier looked confused between his hand and Geralt's face before he gasped at himself.
"'m sorry, I didn't mean to be rude" Jaskier apologized and pouted. He just wanted dick and he wanted daddy's voice. But not upset daddy or disappointed daddy. He was just feeling a certain way thinking about Geralt and his dick. Hard dick.
"Don't float off puppy" Geralt said sweetly with a hand in Jaskier's hair. The omega whined, that was the voice.
Jaskier liked Geralt's voice. Jaskier liked certain voices. And Geralt's was so gruff and deep and wonderful. And his daddy voice was even better, like hot honey on Jaskier's very soul, deep and rolling like great thunder. And it made him float so far away.
But Geralt knew that so he tried to bring the boy back down to earth.
"It's okay pup, no I didn't get hurt. I just can't get hard. It's not your fault." Geralt explained and undid his belt and slowly slid it from its loops. The medication worked fast, but Geralt was always a little hot under the collar when he had to help Jaskier. Especially when he was looking up at Geralt with big red-rimmed eyes, hands itching to touch, hips begging to find friction against his alpha's boot, body begging to take but the need to be good holding it back.
"I'm still doing okay? I know I- I don't- I don't-" Jaskier started to apologize self-consciously but was held back by Geralt's hand grasping his chin.
"You're a good boy, you're a good omega. Come here, come to daddy, you can sit right here." Geralt persuaded and using his grasp on Jaskier's chin, pulled the omega up to be beside him on the couch. Jaskier knelt on the couch facing the alpha. He could see the front of Geralt's slacks starting to bulge indecently.
"Daddy's gonna help me," Jaskier said more to himself as he shakily covered himself, he didn't want Geralt to look at him the way he was looking at Geralt. Jaskier felt… indecent under his honey gaze. Unsightly in the alpha's eyes.
Geralt saw the way Jaskier curled back in on himself, the way his eyes started to tear again. His heart-grabbing, he was getting too fuzzy-minded to do this professionally but… well he couldn't pull away.
"Sh sh sh, daddy's gonna help you. You want something nice inside, right? You need something to help your tummy?" Geralt asked as he undid his pants, pulling the zipper down slowly.
The sound of the metal dragging down, inching the alpha's cock closer to where he wanted it caused Jaskier's hips to buck and shiver. He couldn't help as his body rocked, desperate to take the alpha. His nice big strong sweet handsome alpha… with a big cock. Jaskier looked down at the barred underwear peeking from Geralt's slacks, he just knew his hole was gonna be aching and full. He just knew he'd be satisfied.
"I-I dunno," Jaskier said, brain too fogged, too far, to be able to even understand the question the alpha asked. His throat felt tight again and tears pricked his eyes. He felt a strange panic as tears started again, his hands rubbing nervously across his belly. Geralt was turned away, grabbing the lube and condom from the side table.
His mind started questioning himself, stoking the panic in his chest. Why wasn't he in Daddy lap? Why wasn't Daddy naked? Sex? They were gonna have sex? Jaskier just wanted to be good, how can he be good when it's not happening? Why did he hurt? Why was Daddy not helping him? Why was daddy here and not helping him or touching or fucking or using-
Geralt looked back at the omega who was rubbing across his stomach, he knew that was the way the omega self-soothed. He made a shushing sound and rubbed Jaskier's side. The omega let out another wrecked sob and fell forward, face in Geralt's thigh, ass up, knees spread. His back dipped, hips tilting in just the perfect way. He was so perfectly presenting as he grabbed at the now loose fabric of Geralt's slacks, holding on tightly.
"Pl-please. I 'anna be go-od" Jaskier sobbed out, tears and drool wetting the burning warm lap supporting him. Geralt shushed him and rubbed from the omega's neck, his mating gland, down to skim his fingers over the omega's soaked, finger-fucked open hole.
"Good baby, good omega, I need you to sit up okay? Daddy needs to fill you up so you feel better. You want something warm and big inside. You want something to rub on your soft spots inside." Geralt told Jaskier as he pushed and pulled his warm lax body around so they were front to back.
Jaskier settled straddling Geralt's thick warm thighs, facing away from his- the alpha. He could lean back against his muscular chest, feeling each breath, feeling each word the alpha spoke. He could feel Geralt's breath on the sensitive patch on the back of his neck, the even breaths of hot air making him wanna beg.
The alpha was quick to pull his compressive boxer briefs down enough for his cock to be free, laying against his thigh as it finally was free to get completely hard. Geralt let out a sigh of relief, hands going to Jaskier's hips just to rub up and down, from his thighs up to his rib cage as it fluttered around each breath and begging word.
"Yes, daddy. Ye- yes. Please I'll- I'll be good, I promise I can take it. Don't- don't be mad. Don't be upset, daddy" Jaskier sobbed and tried to reach back for the burning cock he could feel the heat of right under where he really needed it. Geralt made a quiet ' ah ah ah' and caught both of the omega's wrists in one hand, pinning them in front of his soft belly.
With a high whine, Jaskier shoved his hips down, rubbing slick across Geralt's lap, struggling to try and get something to slip into his needy hole. Geralt used his free hand to grab Jaskier's hip roughly, making him hold still.
"I'm not upset, baby, you're doing so well. Daddy's happy with you. Alpha likes you, alpha's happy with you. Sweet omega, good omega." Geralt reassured against the soft skin of Jaskier's shoulder. He carefully and slowly guided his cock to Jaskier's soft slick hole, just letting his tip graze over the tender flesh. He bit the inside of his lip to keep from moaning out as a drop of slick rolled down his shaft.
"Daddy- please" Jaskier whimpered pitifully as his back curled forward, the knobs of his spine bulging. He let out a wrecked sob and a whining, high, pleading noise. It was just right there and he was more than desperate.
Geralt leaned in and lightly kissed the top of his spine, just below where Jaskier's mate gland was. He pulled a condom over himself, making sure it was on correctly before grasping Jaskier's hips.
"Good omega, good, slow, slow omega, Jaskier, Sh sh sh" Geralt whispered warmly as he slowly pulled the omega back and down onto his cock.
Jaskier was sobbing, crying out as each inch filled him up. It was so much more than what he'd been given in the past weeks, so much better. He wanted to shove down but Geralt had a strong hold on his hips and was easing him down until he was fully seated on Geralt's lap, head lolled back on a meaty shoulder.
He was panting. He felt filthy, being bared and begging for a fucking from a man who was still fully dressed. However, that thought would come later because Jaskier was swimming, lips peeking up into a smile, in this moment.
"Daddy" he breathed out and felt himself relaxing, the hormones he needed, just from being skin to skin in the slightest, the way he was being filled properly. It was making him feel… oh so much better. His mind calming, body finally sated.
"What a good omega. So pretty. Good job Jaskier. Good job. Stay still now, I'm gonna put some cream on your belly, you know what it is." Geralt explained as he reached, careful to make sure not to jostle the purring body on him. Jaskier hummed, completely out of it. The alpha grabbed the hormone-balancing cream from where he'd set it out and squeezed the packet onto his gloved fingers.
"It's gonna be cold. It's not hurting you, it's cold." Geralt said to unhearing ears. Jaskier was staring off at the ceiling, hands laying over his own lower stomach.
Jaskier was always crying for pups, always smelling a bit like a pregnant omega when he was heating. His hands nearly always found their way to sit on his lower stomach when he finally got a knot, or really whatever he wanted shoved into himself. He'd be a purring mess, knotter sat firmly on all his good spots, fever burning through him, sleep dragging him out of his own head, thanking Geralt for the pups. However now he was just quietly cradling his own stomach, purrs rumbling through him in waves.
Geralt applied the cream, rubbing it into Jaskier's soft skin with his fingers. He jerked his own hand back when he felt something that had him… rather warm under the collar. He put his hand back on Jaskier's lower stomach, just above his weeping cock, and pressed a bit more firmly than before. It was strange to be able to feel himself through the omega's warm clutching body, being able to feel the pressure on his own cockhead from his hand pressing down on Jaskier's stomach.
Jaskier didn't seem to register that Geralt was doing anything. The way he purred, dopey grin on his face never faltering, it was like seeing the perfect picture of a content omega.
"Good boy, good omega, sweet omega, Jaskier's a good omega," Geralt said and the omega was smiling, omegan part of his brain happy and shooting off all kinds of good chemicals. Each rumbling compliment, each time a big warm hand came up to rub at his stomach or across his chest, each time his alpha nuzzled against his hair or breathed against his heated skin, it was like drugs shot straight into him. He was high off it, off being full, off being touched, off being needed and loved.
Jaskier was only human. He couldn't help his body melting away around him, his mind turning to goo in the Alpha's warm embrace. He didn't try to fight, couldn't if he really tried, the instinct to let his eyes shut and h]let himself relax against the warm strong chest behind him.
They sat there, warm and comfortable in Jaskier's living room, for hours. Geralt just let himself enjoy the rise and fall of the omega's breathing, never getting to spend time like this with an omega who actually liked him. He let himself indulge, as guilty as it made him feel. He peeled his gloves off, making sure to not get anything on the couch, and touched Jaskier with his bare hands. He felt the soft supple skin on the inside of Jaskier's thighs, the fuzzy plush flesh of his stomach and chest, the callused pads of his palms and fingers, and he allowed himself just a slight gaze to the omega's soft lips and softer hair.
It was when Geralt was grinning to himself as he traced patterns on the tops of Jaskier's hips as the omega rested back against him and began to snore, erection having been lost an hour or so earlier and tucked back into his slacks, that he decided to put the omega back to bed. He laid the omega in a heartbreakingly horrible nest, clothes and blankets thrown around, pillows and few stuffed animals kicked under the bed and shoved into closets.
He fixed it a bit, throwing a few blankets over Jaskier and making up the walls a bit better. He dug out the pillows from under the bed and the stuffed animals from the closet, gently setting them in a stack beside the bed in arm's reach. He only stood for a minute or two looking at Jaskier's content face before going back to the living room to clean up and get his bag.
He left a few packets of hormone-balancing cream on top of a stack of pamphlets about getting through abusive breakups and a few about omegan support groups in the area. And one with different way to sensory seek during heat.
Geralt had to pinch himself as he left, as he just hesitated at the door when the thought of I could just stay flashed through his mind. It was late, he'd had a long day, it was normal, at least that's what he told himself.
"OES" Geralt said as he stood in front of Jaskier's place. He hadn't seen the omega outside of Yennefer's parties in… a very long time. And even then Jaskier had skipped many of them. And he hadn't heard much about him. He'd not forgotten about his frien- acquaintance but had just been busy so not seeing Jaskier much had slipped his mind to be concerned. He'd assumedJaskier was pulling back since one of their dear friends had just had a baby and sometimes omega's got touchy around each other after babies and such.
Geralt was thinking about how nice the baby was though, how cute, when the door creaked open.
"Geralt, I-I-I-I-I need the clinic." A shaking, sweating, nauseating smelling Jaskier said as he pulled open the door. He was pale, red in the wrong places, and smelled… bad. Wrong. It made Geralt need to puke but once he swallowed that feeling down and turned on his professional brain, he was taking in the omega's state. The way Jaskier held onto the door jam for support, the way his black jeans were rumpled like he'd struggled with them, the way his skin was pricked with sweat in the cool air of the apartment, his shaking hands and greasy hair.
"Okay, do you have a bag? Just in case." Geralt said and threw his own bag over his shoulder. Getting his hands free to take anything Jaskier needed. He knew Jaskier always had a bag. A purse, a backpack, a duffle bag, the boy never left the house without something .
"Ye-yeah, it's somewhere…" Jaskier said and limped back into his home. He was looking at his living and kitchen, gait disturbed in a way Geralt had never seen before. When the omega finally found the bag he looked through it, a folder sticking out the top of the small backpack.
"I haven't had a heat" He said and slipped on a pair of slippers, a pair of fuzzy blue sandals really. It was when he turned to slip on his coat Geralt noticed he had… discolored slick staining the back of his jeans. He was quick to grab the bag from the omega and begin trying to figure out why Jaskier was so bad.
The apartment was a disaster, messy and dark. It smelled awful, not like burnt teflon, not like Jaskier usually smelt when he was upset or having a bad or hard time. It smelled… almost overly sweet but rotten. Something forgotten in the back of the fridge, something else too. Something Geralt could only attach to the smell kids had when they got broken bones, something that kept reminding him of that.
"How many weeks?" Geralt asked as they made their way back to the door, Jaskier huffing and holding onto Geralt's arm for support. Jaskier's eyes were watering, bottom lip trembling.
"Four months," Jaskier answered and looked like he was going to start crying. He caught his trembling lip between his teeth, he was mad at himself, mad at everything but also sad and sore and hurting and he just wanted to crawl back to bed. Just wanted to be done but… Here Geralt was dragging him toward the door with big warm hands and a grumbling voice that made Jaskier wanna be good.
"Do you think you could be-" Geralt began to ask quietly when Jaskier had to stop for a second, his free hand going to grab and rub at his side. The omega shook his head, teeth gritted together.
"I'm on the pill but not suppressants. It fuckin hurts." Jaskier said as a few tears started to slip from his eyes. He looked up at Geralt, eyes pleading for something. Geralt felt like he'd been punched, a feeling so helpless, unknowing how to take the hurt from the poor omega, from his friend.
"Alrighty baby, do I need to bring a wheelchair?" Geralt asked seriously as he kept Jaskier upright as he struggled with his keys to lock the door behind them. Once the lock finally clicked Jaskier leaned against the door, breathing deeply, steeling himself.
"I-I can walk it." Jaskier announced, almost like he was telling himself that he could walk the length of the hall down the rickety elevator and through to the parking lot. He looked over at Geralt, almost like he was asking the alpha if he could walk it.
"Let's get going" Geralt said and started their way to the company van out in the parking lot. He was mad at himself as he drove though, Jaskier was shaking and sweating in the passenger side. He should have done something, even if he did everything he could. He let himself stay in the waiting room after the doctors took Jaskier back at the emergency room. He made sure they had his papers, made sure he had an emergency contact which just happened to be Yennefer. He let himself ask one too many questions before leaving because 'Mr. Rivia you know we can't tell you anything right now. We'll be contacting his emergency contact when we have any news. We already left a message. You did the right thing, go home and get some rest.'
And when he got home he let himself pace up and down his own hallway. He let himself call Yennefer, he let himself worry, he- he realized he wasn't letting himself do anything. He was pacing, he was worrying, he was asking who would be in contact with Jaskier. He stayed up all night switching between glaring at walls and cleaning and worrying.
And the next day he glared at far too many walls and got mad at himself for not doing enough work but then circling back to thinking about Jaskier laying sick in bed somewhere alone. He stepped out to make too many calls to Yennefer who just kept telling him that Jaskier won't talk to anyone but he's had surgery. And even she didn't know anything else.
And for days after that, Geralt kept calling Yennefer, calling the hospital, and most of all calling Jaskier's own cell which would ring once, twice, and he'd deny the call but at least Geralt knew he was lucid enough to reject him.
