Chapter 1

"This fucking sucks. Eskel got to go see the ocean and Coen went to brothels. What do I get? Pulled teeth and fucking snow. Roach, this sucks and I'm so sorry. Here let's just... sleep. If you can." Geralt mumbled to the young mare and slumped down against the base of an old burnt tree.

There hadn't been forest for them to find shelter in all day. Just big wet snowflakes and whipping wind. Nearly ten inches deep around his ankles and he was so tired. Only a few years on the Path and he never wanted death more. The week before he'd been tied to a post by townsfolk that had taken pliers to his teeth ' for medicine ' they had said. He'd run away once he'd lost enough weight to wiggle out of the ropes. Thankfully his teeth had already grown back.

His body aches and he whined as he got his blanket from his pack and wrapped it around himself before throwing another over the horse. She whinnied in gratitude.

Geralt pulled the blanket right around his shoulders and pulled his knees up to his chest. He sniffled and closed his eyes. Snow felt like needles across his body even through his armor it hurt. The thin worn wool blanket did little to nothing to help keep him warm.

Hours pass. Rest is impossible. It's even more impossible when he hears a horse's steps coming quickly towards him. With chill numb fingers he grasps his sword. But when what seems like a young woman on a horse appears in his sight he drops it. She had on a thick purple cloak, hood thrown over her eyes.

"What are you doing out here? You'll freeze to death! Up now, with the horse. Hurry now before you freeze to the ground." The woman said in a loud shout. Geralt looks at her. Round cheeks and plump lips show from under the hood.

Geralt stands and grabs Roach's bridle; he heaves himself up and rides in silence quickly behind the woman. Soon a large home was cresting over the horizon. It was... dark. Abandoned looking almost. ' What was a lady doing living here ?' Geralt wondered as he slumped against Roach and followed the cloak clad person to some fine stables. There were heavy blankets and hay and grain for the horses. She guided Roach into a stable and helped Geralt clamber down onto the ground. He tipped his head up to look at the girl but noticed some things.

She had rather short hair... and a sharper masculine face... however she had nimble and thin hands as she tied Roach up.

"I am Geralt of Rivia. Witcher from the school of Wolf. I thank you for your kindness. Please I only wish to spend the night in some shelter." Geralt said and kept his face down. He felt a hand touch his face and he expected a hit.

"Oh poor little boy. Cold as ice, your nose is redder than a rose! You need to come in and get warm. I'm Julian Alfred Pankratz Viscount of Lettenhove. I'm afraid it's just me and a few servants but I'm sure I can gather up enough to feed you full. Come now Geralt." The girl- no, Viscount. The man said and led Geralt back into the storm and through large white doors.

Julian. Julian . Ju-li-an . Geralt's gummy cold brains mumbled through. Once he crossed the threshold of the house he shook. Shivering started to overcome him. The air was so warm as it flushed into his lungs.

"Mary! Elizabeth! Put as much water as you can onto boil and fire up the oven! We have a guest in need!" Julian called out loudly and turned back to Geralt.

"Here, here, you can stay here and warm by the hearth. Out of the armor. Out of this soaked clothing I'll bring you new. Warm now, boy." Julian said and pushed Geralt into what seemed like a small powder room.

There was a vanity and a fainting couch but what drew him in was a large hearth. Heat whipped around his face and body like silken sheets pulling him closer. He heard the door shut and started to pull off his leather armor. Vesemir would be mortified but he couldn't help it.

Soon he sat inches from the flames in nothing but his underclothes. He shivered and moaned in pleasure and relief. The door opened again and a high voice rang out a short "oh my gods!" And then scurrying away. Geralt breathes in and out. The smells filtered slowly through his brain. Smoke, oak wood, expensive floral perfume, women's powder, used metal...

"Witcher darling, baths are drawn in the basement. Come now and sit in the bath. I'll wash these... lovely clothes and you can soak. I'm sure the fire felt nice, hmm? The hearth is lit in the baths too. Mary is settling you a bed in the room next to mine. Food will be ready shortly. I'm sure you're not opposed to a mug of warm ale and some chicken and dumplings?" Julian said and touched Geralt's shoulder and guided him to the stairs. Now that he was shed of his cloak Geralt looked at the man. He must be young, younger than himself, maybe? He wasn't used to guessing how old humans were yet. He had broad shoulders and strong looking thighs, pretty brown hair, and blue eyes that looked like shining sapphires.

"No. No, of course not. Any hot food is greatly appreciated. I haven't had a hot meal in... a while. Thank you Mr.Pankratz. Thank you." Geralt said in wonder as the man, now clad in thick blue woolen pants and a plain white chemise and no shoes or socks, guided him to a large steaming bath. He seemed so… unafraid. Kind and unhateful. Julian gently let his hand fall from Geralt's shoulder and caress his back down to his trim waist before pulling away.

"Poor baby.... you're colder than ice. In with you, beasty. Here's soap and a rag and I will be right back with your clothes. I'm sorry for the lack of privacy but-"Julian explained as he tossed a few more logs into the large crackling fire.

"No! I appreciate the company..." Geralt interrupted and said shyly. He hadn't spoken to someone so kind in so long. Most people he's spoken to spit at him or treat him like an animal. Julian turned and smiled.

"Very well then master Witcher. I shall keep you company. I've never spoken to a Witcher myself." Julian said and walked up the stairs. Geralt took a deep breath, the steamy air was ambrosia. He quickly rid himself of his under clothes and sank into the huge tub. It was much bigger than any he'd been in since leaving the Keep.

' Eskel is going to be so jealous ' he thought and sunk down so the water covered his head. He could easily lay flat in his back on the bottom of the tub. He kinda felt sad though. They used to bathe together in Kaer Morhen...

Geralt had been so lonely. Vesemir said the loneliness would pass but it had been years already and he still felt lonely. He missed sharing baths and sleeping in piles and the annoyance of younger baby witchers.

"What brings the long face, boy?" Julian said as he slowly walked down the last few stairs. He held an empty wash tub full of Geralt's armor and clothes. Geralt knows the armor is heavy, the human must be strong.

"Sorry... just lonely." Geralt said and got to cleaning himself. It felt so good not to just have to rinse off in a stream but be submerged in the hot water with soap (Lords! Soap!). His muscles started to give way and he felt like he was melting. He didn't realize how sore he was...

"You know I've met a Witcher. A long long time ago my parents hired one to rid us of a beast. He didn't look like you." Julian said as he sat down facing away from Geralt and started to hand wash his clothes and gently clean his armor. He has a small washboard and a leather saddle brush. With each splash of his hands under the water the soapy suds grew higher.

"Really? Who? Coen?" Geralt asked and moved so he was closer to Julian. He was so intrigued. The viscount shook his head.

"No, I believe his name was Vesemir or something akin to that. It was a long time ago though so I might be wrong." Julian said and Geralt gasped. Vesemir ?

"Really?! Vesemir hasn't left the mountain in so long! Wait... how old are you?" Geralt said and grabbed the edge of the tub and laid his head on his knuckles. The boy looked young for a human. The scent of uneasiness and nervousness filled the air around him. Julian stiffened and turned to look at Geralt with one eye.

"I'm seventeen. It's my last winter while living here. Why? How old are you..." Julian said quietly like it was a secret. It almost sounded like a lie but maybe it was because he was nervous. Geralt then also whispered, to try and make Julian calm.

"I'm nearly 29 but Witchers age much much slower. In Witcher years I'm still... young. I haven't even bulked up yet. I'm going to be big and strong when I grow! When I get older I'll look just like Vesemir!" Geralt said and smiled softly at the other boy. He hoped he turned out just like the eldest witcher, Vesemir was like a father to him.

"Oh... well we seem about the same. Though you look a lot stronger than me. I actually thought you were just a boy when I first saw you" Julian said and turned to face Geralt. He reached out and grabbed at Geralt's bicep. He looked in wonder at the muscle there, lean and thick. Geralt sat up and scooted forward so he could reach out his arms and flex. Julian smiled and ran his hands up and down his arms.

"Wow... you're so strong! Handsome too. You know Geralt you're quite pretty. I thought you were a dame for a little while." Julian said and looked at Geralt's face. He had a cute nose and a handsome symmetrical face and his hair looked so pretty. His hair really captured Julian's attention; it seemed so... perfect. It laid down around Geralt's shoulders and stuck to him from the water.

"Oh… I've never been called that before… not by a human…" Geralt said and looked down. Humans are never so… oddly nice.

"Can I wash your hair? It's so... beautiful." Julian asked and pushed a few stray strains up behind Geralt's ear. He thinks if witchers could blush Geralt would be.

"I suppose you could... you could join me if you'd like. We used to share baths all the time back home. I kinda miss it..." Geralt says as he looks up at the other boy and slumps down. Julian is happy as can be as he pulls off his pants and chemise and finally his underclothes.

"Oh yes yes yes! How fun! Father never let me bath with my friends. You can come sit in front of me and I can wash your hair!" Julian said as he sat down with his legs spread and bent at the knee. Geralt blushed and was surprised by his willingness to actually join him.

"Oh- okay" Geralt said and turned his back on the other boy and leaned forward to wet his hair. He jumped a bit when a heavenly warm hand touched his back and side. His scar... his first real big scar. It wasn't from a monster but rather from an ax welded by a hateful farmer.

"You got hurt... how long ago?" Julian said and Geralt sat up and kept his eyes forward. ' This is why you don't turn your back on humans…' Geralt scolded himself.

"A few months. I tried to find refuge in an old barn and a farmer took an ax to me." Geralt mumbled and Julian leaned forward so his forehead was on Geralt's shoulder.

"Poor thing. Well you can take refuge here until the storm passes. I can't let you go with a clean conscience. Witchers help the world how dare someone hurt you. I'm sorry Geralt. I'm sorry for them." Julian whispered and wrapped his arms around Geralt's thin torso. Geralt stiffened before relaxing back into Julian's body. He let his back rest on Julian's chest. He had a little bit of chest hair and Geralt found comfort in it. Eskel's chest hair would tickle him at night when they cuddled...

"You don't get many cuddles do you? You could... you could spend the night in my chambers. I'm sure Mary and Liz won't spread any rumors. To tell you the truth I... think I need some love too. I could play you a song on my lute or sing. I'm going to be a bard so I could use the practice with an audience." Julian said and breathed deeply. The way Geralt leaned on him squished him against the tub but he didn't care. No one had shown him affection in a long time. Geralt seemed even hungrier for it too.

"Hm I think that would be nice... Julian, can I ask you a question?" Geralt said and turned around. He scooted away and positioned so he was sat with his chin resting on his knees and Julian's feet where by his thighs.

"Yeah?" Julian said and dunked down so his hair got wet. He gently ran the soapy cloth across his chest and torso. Geralt watched with such enamor. Julian had such… soft looking skin. Like silk and he smelled so nice like oak and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on but it was spicy yet floral.

"Um... do you... prefer the company... of... men?" Geralt said and refused to look at Julian. The other boy laughed and rinsed himself off. His laugh sounded like ringing wedding bells and sunlight.

"Maybe! I enjoy the company of everyone. I think I'd enjoy the company of a handsome young Witcher very very much, if he was so inclined." Julian said and stood up. He got a towel and scrubbed himself down quickly and wrapped it around his waist. Geralt just sat and watched. He watched the way the muscles moved under his skin and the way his dick hung between his legs and the way his ass moved when he turned around and his balls showed from behind. He'd seen naked boys before. In the bath and when they messed around the Keep but never… never a human boy like this. No with short warm brown curls that framed the oddly pretty pale phallus. Geralt noticed himself getting a bit warm under the water and looked away.

Julian walked toward the stairs and stopped and looked over his shoulder at a dumbfounded Geralt still sitting in the tub.

"Perhaps dinner could wait..." He said and started to climb the stairs. Geralt jumped and pulled the towel around his hips as he made his way up the stairs to catch up with the brunette. He tried to hold his hand to keep his dick from bulging out the towel.

"Do you mean- do you mean you want to- to do something?" Geralt said as Julian led him up another set of stairs up to a warm room with papers and books strewn about. Julian closes it and steps so close Geralt can feel his breath.

"Maybe a kiss? Something... gentle. Careful." Julian whispered and looked into Geralt's amber eyes. His gaze flashed up to Geralt's and back down to his chapped lips.

Geralt let out a shaky breath and licked his lips. He could feel Julian's heat just a millimeter away. He leaned forward and let their chests touch as he connected their lips. Geralt held still and squeezed his eyes shut as he pressed his lips against Julian's for a moment before pulling back.

Julian laughed and clunked his forehead onto Geralt's shoulder.

"You're a terrible kisser. Don't be nervous. Just relax." Julian said and Geralt turned his head the other way. He had kissed people back in the keep but no one had ever been really good or bad at it. It just was.

Julian looked back up at him and smiled. He slid his hand up from his shoulder to cup Geralt's jaw.

"Your eyes look like a kitty's. They got all round. Let go and relax Geralt." Julian said and slowly pressed his lips up against the Witcher's. Geralt melted into it, he reached out and let his hands lay heavily on the other boy's hips. They separated and kissed a few times before Julian pulled back enough to speak.

"Better. Now open your mouth some." Julian whispered and looked up at Geralt's eyes. Geralt breathed out quickly and nodded. When their lips met again he let his lips open.

Julian hummed and let his tongue run gently across Geralt's bottom lip. The Witcher took a quick intake of air but wrapped his arms around Julian more and pulled him closer.

Julian slipped his tongue beyond Geralt's sharp teeth to lick at the other boy's tongue. Geralt made a small noise and moved his tongue up against Julian's the best he could but the brunette boy moved so erratically. He licked across his back teeth and the roof of his mouth and around his tongue over and over again.

When they pull apart again they breathe heavily for a moment.

"Perfect." Julian whispers and pushes lightly onto Geralt's shoulder until he walks backwards to the bed. Geralt sat down and Julian climbed into his lap. They seal their lips back together. Geralt moans around Julian's tongue a few times and breaks the kiss off.

Julian kisses across his jaw and behind his ear while Geralt sighed and hiccuped groans.

"J-Julian... I don't... I wanna touch you." Geralt said quietly. He had his hands squeezing roughly onto Julian's hips.

"You are touching me. You don't have to just touch there." Julian said and sat back and grabbed Geralt's wrists. He then noticed Geralt had quite... large hands. Scarred rough hands. Short bitten nails and hard calloused palms.

He drew the pale hands away from his body until they were hovering right in front of his chest. He pushed Geralt's hands onto his skin. Groaning at the feeling.

"Ah... see you can touch more. I want to touch more. I want to... explore you." Julian said and Geralt looked down at his own hands. He slowly drew his plans back so only his fingertips touched the other boy's warm skin. He ran his fingertips from Julian's collarbone down to his chest muscles down to touch lightly over his nipples which caused Julian to gasp and moan lightly. He runs his fingers down to his ribs and down to where his legs spread over Geralt's own thighs.

Geralt pauses and stares down at his pale legs. He wanted to run his hands up and down them and feel the thick hair. He wanted to see the pretty cock again. He really wanted to see his pretty cock again.

"I wanna move the towel. I wanna see you. All of you. I want to... I wanna connect with you." Geralt mumbled and breathed in shakily. Julian smiles. Some Witcher this boy is. Shaking in his boots about having some fun. Julian doesn't mind though, he thinks it's cute.

"Allow me." Julian says and unwraps his towel and throws it up onto the bed. He also lifts up so he can unfold Geralt's towel so it falls open. He takes a look at what Geralt was packing. It was a nice dick. Cute. Pale with a perfect pink tip and short white pubes. Not too long, not too thick but not thin. It was just a nice soft cock.

"You can touch me here if you want." Julian says and takes Geralt by the wrist again so Geralt can make a first around his chubbing up cock. Geralt's grip is loose and he looks up at Julian with an open panting mouth and wide blown eyes.

"I've touched these before. Yours is... I like yours. I want... I want you to touch mine. My blood moves slowly but I'll like it. I'll like if you touch mine." Geralt says and explains as he grips a little tight and moves up and down shortly. Julian smiles and looks down. It does hurt his ego a small bit that Geralt isn't even a bit plumped up but he knows that it's really just the way he is.

"Geralt... how far do you want to go? I know it's all for fun but how far?" Julian asks and takes the flaccid member into his palm and shifts it up and down slowly. Geralt groans and his eyes cross for a moment as his eyelids flutter.

"Oh.... I want, you, need, you. I've never been... I've done it with a human boy." Geralt said as his eyes rolled back in his head as Julian palmed at his flaccid cock. Geralt squeezed harder and moved his hand up and down, from base to tip. Julian groaned and bucked up into the calluses hand. The strange texture felt even stranger when it got slick from his precum. He was solid in Geralt's mitt.

"First things- oh fuck yes- first, do you wanna -ah- be inside or have me -oh god- me inside you." Julian asked and bit his lip and rolled his hips into the hot grip of Geralt's steady hand.

Julian tried his best to continue to play with Geralt's cock. He noticed it had grown slightly more plump but was still flaccid. He smiled at the realization that he was having an effect on the other boy.

Geralt groaned and panted. His face was almost pink from blush at the question. He didn't think about it much before answering.

"I wanna have you inside. Wanna have you inside me." Geralt panted and looked up at Julian. His cheeks were slightly pink and his eyes were blown wide in big round black circles. Julian groaned and kissed him roughly and shoved him to lay back on the bed.

"Yes, just just lay here my love. One moment..." Julian says and pulls back. He walks to a dresser while Geralt moves to lay in the middle of the bed. Julian returns with a small bottle. Geralt watches as his cock swings between his legs. He wishes he was hard already. He wished he could rut up against Julian and see him cum and lick up all the spend off of him...

Julian climbs onto the bed and grabs Geralt's ankles.

"Here lift up your knees and yeah there." Julian mumbled as he situated Geralt's legs to be spread with his feet flat on the bed and his knees bent. Geralt turns his head and grabs at the quilt on the bed. He was so exposed... He knew his cock would get hard eventually and at this point he really hoped it happened before he came. He'd cum when he was soft before and he really rather be hard.

Julian looked at him for a moment before kneeling between his knees and running his hands from his ankle to his knee to his thigh up across his abs to his pecs. By the time he twirled his fingers around Geralt's light pink nipples he was bent over him.

Geralt sighed and moaned. As the sensation of his nipples being played with made his cock throb. His chest was so sensitive… He shoved his chest up into the viscount's soft smooth hand.

Julian pulled back and leaned down to sit back on his haunches. He took a hold of Geralt's chubbed up cock and kissed the reddening tip. Geralt's muscles jumped and he moaned, nails tearing into the quilted fabric below him. Julian's silky warm lips felt so good. Geralt let out short whiny ' ah ah ah' s as Julian planted kisses from the tip down the underside.

"You're so loud... I love it. I love hearing you. Let me hear more." Julian said in a devastatingly loving voice. Geralt groaned and nodded. His eyes were closed tightly and his hands were clenched on the quilt. Julian continued to kiss up and down his cock. He let his tongue peak out and taste the velvety pink flesh in his hand.

Geralt jumped and let out a squeak when he felt a sticky cold finger touch his hole. He moved to his elbows and looked down at Julian with a confused look. Julian stared back at him and licked his frenulum up to his very tip which caused Geralt to groan out and moan and buck up into his hand. He tensed up again when the finger touched his hole again.

"What- why?" Geralt said and Julian smiled and kissed the inside of his thighs while slowly stroking his now fully erect cock. He runs his finger around Geralt's tense hole.

"You can't just take a cock in here without doing this. I'm gonna put my fingers inside and stretch you out. Then you can take my cock. This is just jelly oil. It's kinda sticky... sorry." Julian explains and shows Geralt the bottle. Geralt nods after reading it for a moment and laid back down. Julian mouthed lightly at one spot on Geralt's thigh as he put pressure on his hole and continued to rub around the outside of the small pink pucker.

"You have to relax. If you tense it'll hurt. It's gonna feel weird but... it'll feel good when I'm inside. Just relax." Julian whispered and Geralt breathed and tried to relax that muscle. He breathed out loudly but gasped when Julian pushed his finger in all the way. Geralt stayed relaxed as Julian moved his finger in and out. He moaned loudly and let out groans and huffs. It was music to Julian's ears. It made his cock throb and his balls ache to fuck up into the tight warm body. Julian added another finger and then another. Geralt just continued to moan and groan and pant. It felt… strange at first but once the human started to rub on his spot on each thrust in it was oh so pleasurable.

"Geralt, Geralt, please, please say I can put it in. You sound so amazing. Your voice, your body, gods, your everything! Please, I wanna put it in." Begged Julian as he scooted so his cock could rub on Geralt's rim. Geralt opened his eyes and looked up at those perfect blue eyes. There was no malice behind them, only pure lust and desire.

"Yes, Julian. Fuck me." Geralt said and Julian pushed forward and Geralt cried out a loud moan. Julian fell forward and placed his hands on each side of the white haired boy's head. He pushed in all the way and groaned.

"Gods, you're so good." Julian groaned and looked down at Geralt's face. His mouth was in an O-shape and his eyes were staring up at him. Julian couldn't help but lean down and kiss him as he slowly backed up his hips.

"Oh gods! Fuck I- I - I love it! Fuck love you Julian!" Geralt moaned and held on tight to Julian's broad shoulders...

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"A mug of ale, please." A gruff deep voice rang out in the sparsely populated tavern. Jaskier turned to see who had such an oddly familiar voice. A man standing by the bar in a dark hood must've said it. Jaskier shrugged his shoulders and walked up to the… large, large man. He seemed to be wearing all black so maybe it was a prince! As he got closer it looked more like… leather. Then he realized it was armor. He seemed to recognize it but he couldn't place where he'd seen it before. When the hulking man turned there was a flash of white...hair? White hair…

"Rivia." He said. That was his name, that's where he hailed from. The boy he'd met nearly three decades ago. The man halted and turned his head and Jaskier could see the outline of the perfect nose and those bold lips and sharp jaw.

"How do you know me?" He growls. Jaskier runs up to him and flicks his hood down. The witcher quickly grabbed his wrist tightly enough to cut off circulation.

"How dare y-" The man started but was cut off by a squeal.

" GERALT ! Oh it's been decades! Is it you? Really?" Jaskier said and his eyes twinkled. Geralt stared down at him in shock. This man… barely looked over twenty. This couldn't be that young bard he'd given himself to that many years ago.

"Who're you?" Geralt said quieter as he released the colorfully dressed man's wrist. The man smiled at him.

"Julian Alfred Pankratz Viscount of Lettenhove… more commonly known as Jaskier, bard from Oxenfurt. Do you not recognize me? You… visited me one winter many many years ago. We had dumplings in bed and I played my lute for you and you stayed with me for almost a week while there was a snow storm. Can you recall?" Jaskier explained. He hoped the now much larger man would remember. He often thought about that night. The warm clutch of Geralt's body, the way he ate everything like it was his last meal, his honey sweet scent, the way he swayed and so easily went down when Jaskier sang. Geralt looked shocked for a moment before nodding.

"I remember. That was a long time ago. I have a feeling you've lied to me." Geralt said and looked the man up and down. Jaskier nervously scratched the back of his neck and guided Geralt, now holding his ale, to the corner booth.

"I never lied . You assumed I'm all human… thought I hope you'd like to assume again now. My, my, my, you did get big. Just like that old witcher… um… Vesemire? Whoever it was. I wonder if you still have that scar on your back from the farmer. Or the one from your brother and a rock on your foot. I've got a good memory. I remember a little promise as well…" Jaskier said and ran his hand up Geralt's arm. He squeezed the now melon sized bicep before gliding his hand down to let his fingertips tap on the top of the pale man's.

"' You can come follow me across the Continent. When I get big enough to protect you, my dove.' I believe is what you whispered to me when you packed up and left. When you thought I was sleeping. Now, my brutish bear, Are you big enough to protect little ole me?" Jaskier said and flashed Geralt a pair of blue and yellow siren eyes before blinking and returning to the crystal blue he remembers.

' Fuck. I really used to run my mouth…'