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The sun burned in his eyes and he was breathing so heavily that his whole body was shaking. Train with us they had said, it’s gonna be fun they had said, we going to go easy on you they had said. Well, if that was their easy Jaskier would really not like to be at the end of their hard.
His gaze went over to Geralt, who just finished pulling his shirt over his head, his hair in disarray and his skin wet with sweat. To be fair he wouldn’t mind being at the end of Geralts….well… Fuck, what had he been thinking of, agreeing to train with three Witchers like he wasn’t in all areas at a disadvantage? Eskel had disarmed him three times in the span of five minutes and not even broken a sweat yet, while Jaskier was struggling to breathe.
He had disregarded his own shirt a while ago and his hands were starting to shake around the handle of the wooden training sword. The only reason he hadn’t yielded yet was because Geralt had looked at him with pride when he managed to swat the sword onto Eskels arm one time.
He cursed his stupid pride and the everlasting feeling to make Geralt happy, make him proud, make him smile and took a fighting stance once more. He could hear Lambert and Geralt brawling behind him but he knew he could not dare to look as Eskel grinned at him, moving in a circle around him.
He could be in the Kitchen with Vesemir chopping Onions but instead, he had gathered more bruises than any person should. He was about to take another hit from Eskel when he heard Lambert shout over. “Let’s take a break!” Eskel grinned and lowering his sword he gave Jaskiers shoulder a friendly squeeze and a smile.
Even though he was hurt Jaskier felt himself smile back and go for his water skin. The other Witchers had welcomed him warmly when they had arrived a few days back and he had quickly gained their respect and friendship and he hoped that Geralt would take note of how hard he was trying to make himself useful around the keep.
“You okay?” Jaskier wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked up at Geralts worried face. “You are bruised all over Jaskier.” The bard shrugged and looked down his chest. He was indeed covered in purple and red marks, being whacked with a wooden sword hurt more than he had thought but he didn’t mind. “I’m fine.”
“Are you?”
Grinning Jaskier nodded, trying to keep his focus on Geralts face and not to let his gaze wander to his broad chest. “Never been better, I could still take any of you!”
Geralts eyebrow shot up and his lips twitched in a small smile. “Could you now?”
“Definitely! Swords, bows, hand to hand! You name it!”
Laughing Geralt moved and pulled Jaskiers left arm in a twisted motion behind his back, holding him against his chest with the other arm. “Looks like you are all talk, little lark.”
Jaskier swallowed hard, he could feel Geralts warm and moist skin against his back, his hand rubbing against his abdomen. He could feel arousal starting to wash over him so he did the only thing he could do and that was to fight dirty. He leaned down were Geralts other arm was pushed against his chest and bit as hard as he could.
Geralt let out a surprised huff and loosened his grip enough for Jaskier to wiggle out of the hold. The bard flung around and punched Geralt playfully in the shoulder. “Bring it, Wolf!”
Jaskier felt his stomach turn and his insides growing hot as Geralts smile turned feral. He looked very much like a hungry wolf, ready to pounce at their prey and he felt his knees grow weak. Geralt moved around him, smiling and licking his lips and Jaskier forgot how to breathe for a moment.
Finally, Geralt jumped at him, throwing him into the hard dirt of the courtyard and climbing over him with ease. “I have you now little lark.” He smirked and bit gently into Jaskiers neck.
“Oh yeah?” Jaskier closed his eyes and smiled. “I win though.”
Confusion danced over Geralts face as he pinned Jaskiers hands over his head and let his full body weight press the bard down. “I have you pinned down?”
“Exactly,” Jaskier whispered and opened his eyes to smile at him.
“Get a room you Idiots!” came Lambert's shout from the other side of the yard.
Blinking Jaskier remembered the other two Witchers with them and promptly blushed. Before he had time to make up an excuse or say anything he was pulled up and flung over a strong shoulder. Geralt held him steady with one arm and started to walk them inside the Fortress, ignoring the loud laughter and whistles behind them.
“Geralt! You brute! What do you think you are doing!?”
He felt a sharp slap to his butt as a soft growling voice spoke directly into his ear.
“Claiming my price little lark.”