Chapter 3: Old man

"I'm not the same little kid you knew Julian." Geralt said as Jaskier pulled him toward his rented room by the hand. Jaskier had pulled him from the table and toward the stairs up to his room. He quickly locked the door behind them.

"No you are not." Jaskier said and quickly started stripping Geralt of the armor. This… new… Geralt was so big. There was just so much of him. Big thick muscles, big strong thighs and, gods, his ass. Jaskier wanted to bite and watch the skin turn color.

Geralt tried to help but was confused by Jaskier's comment. Julian was still tall and lean and soft around the middle but he was… big. Scarred. An abomination.

"I'm not small anymore either. I don't have soft skin anymore. I don't just have those little scars…" Geralt said and held Jaskier's hands when they finally got down to his shirt. Jaskier's eyes were that glittering blue and had that same passionate desire hiding behind them.

"No. No you're not the same thin little thing I found in the snow. You're… big and strong and battered and you have fucking stubble and Gods, Geralt, you're so hot." Jaskier said and finished by flicking his head the small little space needed to press his lips onto Geralt's. He stepped closer and pressed his hips up flat against the witcher's, successfully pressing his erection into the divot between the witcher's crotch and thigh.

Jaskier pulled back and laughed and moved his hands under the dark shirt. He had to hold back a moan at the feeling of bold prominent bulges and dips of his abs.

"Still a terrible kisser. We spent a week ravenging each other all those years ago… you may not look the same but you feel the same." Jaskier said and kissed Geralt again. Geralt opened his mouth and let Jaskier lick into his mouth. His hands still at his sides but tensing into fists.

"You still open your mouth the same way." Jaskier said and pulled back and dove back in and licked around his mouth. He pulled back and pulled the shirt up over his head. "You taste the same." Jaskier said and glanced down. He did let out a small moan at what he saw. Prominent abs that looked so perfect he wanted to lick and kiss and oh his chest… Big, thick, plush looking pecs with the same cute little pink nipples. Jaskier wanted to see if they bounced...

The bard used one thumb to flick one of his nipples which caused Geralt to sigh and press his chest forward. "You still have sensitive little nipples." He said against Geralt's neck as he ran his tongue from the base of his neck up to his earlobe.

Jaskier touches him. Everywhere. He ran his hands up and down the now broad and bulking back, the scar tissue lashed and lined every which way. He pressed himself against his chest and stomach. He reached down to squeeze his ass. Geralt whined when Jaskier sucked lightly on his left nipple and finally let his hands wander to sit on Jaskier's hips.

"Julian… my blood mo-" Geralt tries to huff.

"Moves slow, but if I touch you, you'll like it." Jaskier finishes for him and unlaces the black trousers. Jaskier falls to his knees and looks up at Geralt.

"I know Geralt. You left a mark on my soul dear Witcher, a silly slow heart won't scare me off. Fangs didn't. Claws didn't. The hair didn't. Even when I was but a young being. I'm a man now Geralt, more or less. I've been in the world. And I wanna make it disappear around you." Jaskier said as he pulled the tight pants off along with his socks. He undid and pulled down the underclothes and instantly took the perfect pale pink cock into his mouth. Geralt let out a loud groan and his legs shook slightly.

Jaskier pulled back and stroked him slowly. He smiled up at Geralt. He took in all the new… everything. There were so many scars. He went from smooth dense little muscles into big bulging muscles and slopes. And the hair… Grey hair that covered his chest and around his perfect cock and on his thigh, oh gods his thighs. Jaskier would have to write ballads about these beautiful thighs. Milky white with what looked like a bite scarring around it.

"Julian… Not fair, you're still dressed." Geralt huffed and backed away from the bard. Jaskier smiled and stood up. He walked forward and put his hands on the plump pecs and shoved. Geralt didn't go back onto the bed. Geralt looked down at his hands and back at him in a blank way. ' Poor thing. Not so playful now.' Jaskier thought to himself. So instead he kissed Geralt again and when he pulled away he sucked Geralt's tongue as he went.

"Wanna lay down for me? Your eyes got all big and round. They're really so cute." Jaskier whispered and kissed the end of Geralt's nose.

"Oh… yeah. Yeah I'll lay down. Julian, you still look the sa-" Geralt said and Jaskier pulled his doublette and chemise off. Geralt stopped once his chest was exposed. He stared at what he saw. Broader shoulders, muscular arms, and the hair. Thick coarse dark brown hair that covered the entirety of Jaskier's chest.

"I look the what?" Jaskier asked as he stripped down to his aqua green silk underclothes. He walked over to his few bags and dug through them. He returned to the bed with a small jar. Geralt just looked at him and felt his cock throb. Though his heartbeat was slow he's never gotten this hard this fast, he was nearly half way there.

"You look… good. Healthy." Geralt said dumbly and kept staring at all the hair on Julian's body. It crept up over his underclothes in a trail that Geralt wanted to sniff and lick. And the obvious muscle that was hiding under a plush layer of fat on his stomach.

Jaskier lifted up the witcher's knees and lifted them up and spread them. He looked down at Geralt with heat in his eyes. He scooted so he was kneeling between the plush yet salivatingly strong thighs. He ran his hands up and down the outsides of his thighs and hummed.

"Yeah? You look like you wanna do something with your hands. Ya know, I always really liked your hands. Big, warm, scratchy but in a nice way." Jaskier said and grabbed his wrist and placed it on his chest. The motion caused Geralt to sit up. Geralt couldn't help but groan and run his hands all over Jaskier's chest with both of his hands. Jaskier smiled and bit his lip and Geralt's hands moved around.

"Ah, I knew it. You can touch. You can touch anywhere you want." Jaskier told him and reached down to cradle and palm at his cock. He seemed surprised and grasped him. He jerked the almost fully hard cock slowly and smiled.

"You got hard so fast…" Jaskier said and Geralt groaned and nodded. He ran his nails from where they were threading through the thickest of the hair between his pecs down to his hairy stomach and down to his waist band.

"Can… Can I take them off? Julian I want it. I want you to do like you did. So… perfect. Please be sweet to me." Geralt said and pulled on the waist of the underclothes. He looked so… broken in a way. His eyes were back to sharp lines instead of doey and big and round. He seemed so nervous. Jaskier hated it.

"Of course, my love. I will always be sweet to you. You are just but a flower. Delicate and beautiful." Jaskier said and kicked his underclothes off and bent to kiss from his knee up his inner thigh and his hip. Jaskier kissed the red tip of his cock and then laid kisses up the middle of his stomach. He stopped to kiss a few scars along the way and lick up a long scar that looked like a sword mark. Geralt panted and shivered; he groaned when Jaskier licked over his nipple and then sucked on it for a moment. He rolled and rubbed on the opposite bud until he moved up to lick up the column of his throat.

"I'm not a flower." Geralt grumbled. Jaskier was leaning over him, Geralt could feel the heat of the other man's cock on his hip. Jaskier sucked lightly on his earlobe and then whispered to him.

"You are my flower. Now that you're nice and big, you'll never get rid of me. Promises with monsters should never be broken, my darling. Now, relax and let me love on you, my sweet." Jaskier whispered and caught Geralt's lips again. Geralt shivered and nodded. He breathed and sealed his lips to Jaskier's.

Jaskier pulled back and knelt back and looked down at the body below him. Geralt's eyes were growing wider and rounder by the second. His cheeks were almost pink, his hair was loose around his head like a halo, his cock was hot and red over his warm balls. Jaskier runs his hands up and down the insides of Geralt's thighs.

"You know I never got different slick. I still use that sticky fucking jelly stuff…" Jaskier chuckled and opened the jar.

Some things never change...