"Are they?" Jaskier looked down at his shirt. He couldn't really tell the difference himself, but if Geralt could, that was certainly something worth feeling accomplished over..
Once they were inside their room, Jaskier leaned against the wall and started peeling off his shoes. He had expected, oh, some sort of affection. Just a kiss, something small to end the 'work day' with. But Geralt was announcing he was taking a shower and Jaskier frowned to himself. Okay, fine. Maybe he'd just change and eat dinner alone, then..
..or join Geralt in the shower.
Jaskier crept over to the bathroom doorway, peeking in like a timid animal. Had he heard Geralt correctly? Was his horny brain imagining things? He certainly wasn't imagining the witcher stripping right before his eyes. Jaskier gripped the doorframe, overwhelmed with the rush it gave him. He and Geralt had bathed together before. They had used those fun, magical bath bombs and scrubbed each other's skin. But this was.. different. And Jaskier wasn't sure if he'd be able to control himself if he was naked with his boyfriend right now.
"..do you mean that? I swear, if you're messing with me, Geralt, I will be sore with you.."