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Jaskier wasn’t in his usual pleasant mood today. Day 6 of a full quarantine on the city and Jaskier was going mad. He needed to go out, he needed to see people and flowers other than his own. He needed interaction, even the small ones of ordering coffee or food he was accustomed to in his daily routine.
Thankfully, they had both gotten stuck at Geralt’s apartment. Geralt was the actual functioning human of the two, having his pantry stocked at all times. They would’ve been down to the last frozen pizza by now at Jaskier’s apartment. Geralt cooked for them every night, Jaskier watching his hands and forearms as they flexed while he worked. He usually watched with a hint of reverence, but tonight he was grumpy.
Geralt finished making their meal and took two plates to the little dining area he had set up, Jaskier sitting there with his arms crossed until hunger took over. Jaskier ate in silence, tossing his plate in the sink when he finished. He stomped out of the kitchen and out to the patio.
Geralt finished eating and did the dishes before going into the living room. He sat on the couch and pulled Jaskier’s weed box to the middle, setting to work on rolling a joint for his grumpy boyfriend. He took it and a lighter and ashtray into the bathroom, lighting candles and starting a bath. He even grabbed the bath bomb that he knew Jaskier liked best and tossed it under the water to saturate the bath in pink and bubbles.
Geralt walked out and went tot he patio door, opening it and leaning his head out. “Jaskier. Come take a bath with me.”
And Jaskier wanted to say no, but he was never one to turn down a bath with Geralt, even while upset.
Geralt took Jaskier’s hand and led him to the bathroom, stripping him down with a calm gentleness. Jaskier let it happen, but let Geralt undress himself and get in the tub first. Jaskier climbed in between his legs and settled heavily against his chest. Geralt could feel the tenseness leaving his body. The older man reached over and dried his hands off, grabbing the joint and lighting it. He took a drag from it before handing it to Jaskier.
Jaskier reached out of the tub and grabbed a towel, wiping his hands off before taking the joint from Geralt. “Thank you, you beautiful creature,” Jaskier praised, taking a long hit. He smoked most of it himself, offering it to Geralt after every few hits. Geralt washed him slowly while he did, playing up the touching by keeping them long and loving.
They sat together in comfortable silence for a while, until the water got cold and the joint was gone. Jaskier slowly stood up, stepping out and wrapping a towel around himself. Geralt let out the water and did the same, tucking it around his waist. “Jaskier, be my good boy and follow me into the living room.”
Jaskier looked at him curiously but followed Geralt’s lead, the older man sitting on the couch. He spread his legs and took Jaskier’s towel away, Jaskier frowning and pouting at the same time. Geralt took his hands and kissed them, looking up at his boyfriend. “If you wanted a spanking, all you have to do is ask. No need to work so hard all day for it.”
Jaskier opened his mouth to let out a snarky retort ut thought about it and shut his mouth without a word. Geralt chuckled softly, patting his thigh. “Come on, songbird. You earned it.”