Too Sexy For My Shirt (I Wanna Love You)
Prompt: lingerie/taking off clothes
Relationship: Geralt/Jaskier
Jaskier had thought Geralt understood it was a date. He had said, when he asked, ‘come to the dinner as my date’. He had brought flowers when he picked him up (sunflowers because of their mild, pleasant scent and how they reminded him of Geralt’s eyes. And because he figured they probably wouldn’t wilt if Geralt didn’t get them in water until after he got home). He had been so bold as to kiss the back of Geralt’s hand when they announced his up-and-comer award. He had even, on the way home, played Geralt the first song he’d written for the album and said it was inspired by how he makes Jaskier feel.
But here he is, almost a week later, picking Geralt up from work for their usual pizza night, and from the other room he overhears Geralt dejectedly explaining to one of his coworkers that it’s not like that; the album Jaskier was getting recognized for was full of gay love songs so he HAD to bring a man as a date and Jaskier is not currently seeing anyone.
No shit Jaskier’s not dating anyone - he wants to date Geralt! He gave up on having other romantic relationships a decade ago because everyone paled in comparison to his best friend, and he had had to put a stop to his casual hook-ups a few years ago too (he had accidentally moaned Geralt’s name while the last fellow was sucking him off, and the man had immediately stopped and told him it was rude to call out the wrong name during sex, and positively cruel to say it with the kind of tenderness Jaskier just did when he couldn’t drum up a tenth of that enthusiasm for the person actually in front of him. It was an impressively eloquent speech, and all the more impactful because the fellow had delivered entirely from his knees.)
Later that night he asked Geralt, casually (as casual as a sequined ball gown), whether he was seeing anyone. Jaskier had fantasized that Geralt would lean forward and flirtatiously purr that he was planning on seeing Jaskier in his bed that night. Realistically, he hoped that Geralt would raise an eyebrow and state that the two of them were dating. What actually happened was that Geralt stared intently at his current pizza slice and said “No.”
This would not do! He had gotten up the courage to ask! He had taken Geralt on a date! During which Geralt had smiled repeatedly! Geralt was not allowed to not realize it had happened!
Jaskier came up with a new plan and worked the whole next week to get it ready.
He invited Geralt over to his apartment. He told him they could probably go to the rock climbing gym after, but that he was working on something that he really wanted to show Geralt first and get his input. When his friend accepted, Jaskier had to hold in a victory dance. He’d secured the whole afternoon for if it went well, and they really could spend the afternoon rock climbing if it didn’t.
Everything was ready when Geralt arrived. Jaskier was wearing a ruffled tuxedo shirt and soft lounge pants. The pants weren’t actually his first choice, he’d been hoping to wear some obscenely tight jeans to emphasize his assets, but he needed to be able to MOVE.
With the rest of the furniture pushed against the wall, he directed Geralt to the chair he’d moved to the middle of the room.
“Why does it matter where I sit to hear a song?”
“Well it’s, there’s a dance. You’re not just listening, you’re watching the dance, and I need you in the right part of the room for when I do it or it won’t be right.”
Jaskier queued up the remix he’d made. This was it, the moment of truth. He stood with his back to Geralt, one hand behind his head, the other arm straight up in the air. The music opened with the yowl of an electric guitar, he started bouncing his hip to the beat.
Da dudum! Da dudum! Da dudum! Da dudum!
And started unbuttoning as he walked toward Geralt
He had reached Geralt- turn and circle the hips!
Too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan
Ok, now swing the leg over - good! Lap successfully straddled!
I hear you calling and it’s needles and pins (and pins)
Jaskier runs his hands up his chest while writhing.
I wanna kiss you but my senses tell me to stop!
I wanna taste you but your
He backed up, inching his pants down as he went.
Too sexy for my love love
Your mouth, so hot, your web, I’m caught
Your skin, so wet, black lace, on sweat
Yeah on the catwalk, yeah, on the catwalk, yeah
I shake my little tush on the catwalk.
Well I don’t wanna break these chains
Back up toward Geralt again.
Burning deep inside my veins
Turn and throw the leg over
I wanna kiss you but your
Lean in towards his lips,
The music had ended. He was straddling Geralt’s thighs, dressed only in a sturdy black thong. Their lips were all of an inch apart. Neither moved.
He waited, hoping Geralt had finally understood, but his best friend was just staring at him, motionless.
Jaskier, panting slightly from the dance, asked, “What do you think?” trying not to act like the answer could destroy him.
“It’s…” Geralt rasped, his voice dry and husky, “not your usual thing. I don’t think the audience will expect it.”
“You are the audience,” Jaskier breathed, “The dance is for you.”
Geralt stared at him, slowly placing his hands on Jaskier’s bare, muscular thighs. “For me?”
Jaskier nodded. Geralt kissed him. Jaskier wrapped his arms around the other man’s neck while Geralt slid his hands up to his hips and guided him onto his lap.
It was, Jaskier would conclude when they finally came up for air, a very successful plan.
