O&K

teenage jaskier who's in the process of transitioning, has a lot of body issues and such, but his parents are supportive and have allowed him to start taking T and bought him new clothes and such

he gets a job babysitting ciri after school while her single father, geralt, is at work

ciri is a great kid, and her dad is super nice, and lets jaskier order them pizza with his card and stuff like that. ciri goes to bed pretty early, too, which means that jaskier usually has 8-12ish to himself until mr. rivia gets home

he does his homework, watches some TV, texts his friends, whatever he wants basically

mr. rivia even lets him use the shower so that he doesn't have to go home and shower before bed. midnight is pretty late for a high school student

it isn't an issue until one day geralt comes home earlier than usual, off work early for whatever reason. jaskier doesn't hear him over the fan in the bathroom, and geralt, thinking jaskier is watching tv in the living room, walks into the bathroom and gets an eyeful of jaskier stepping out of the shower and drying off

jaskier panics, geralt shuts the door immediately, but the damage is done. plus his secret is out: there's no way geralt didn't see his perky tits and thatch of curls just above his cunt

jaskier dries off and gets dressed shakily, but he can't hide in the bathroom forever; he slowly creeps out, dreading having to confront mr. rivia, but the man is nowhere to be seen. jaskier gathers his stuff and scampers out, grabbing the wad of cash mr. rivia left on the counter on his way out, and heads home

(unbeknownst to him, geralt immediately headed upstairs to jerk off to the image of jaskier, wet and skin flushed, looking at geralt with those wide, scared eyes)

jaskier isn't sure what he expects tomorrow, but he goes to school like normal, and gets a text during his lunch period from geralt. are you still coming today?

jaskier hesitates before typing out a yes. hopefully this means that mr. rivia has chosen to forget and ignore the incident entirely? god, jaskier is mortified, but hopefully they never have to bring it up again. mr. rivia has always been a man of few words anyway

he shows up after school, has a good time with ciri, puts her to bed like normal, and then waits. he has no indication of when mr. rivia will get home, if he'll be coming home early like last night or what

in fact, he's barely put ciri to bed when he hears mr. rivia's truck pulling up. he starts to gather his things, preparing to leave, rehearsing what he'll say when mr. rivia walks in. "how was work? great, ciri was great, no trouble, seeyoumondaybye"

instead, mr. rivia walks in, sees jaskier sitting on the couch, and sits down next to him. "jaskier, about last night..."

jaskier blushes crimson. fuck. "i-i'm so sorry, i didn't know you were going to come home early, i-i--"

"it's alright," geralt replies easily, "you don't have to be embarrassed. i'm sorry if i scared you."

jaskier shakes his head. "um, it's alright, i was just surprised."

"i didn't know you were... transitioning," geralt says carefully, and oh fuck. fuck fuck fuck. has he just lost his job? no, mr. rivia wouldn't have had him come over today, would he? oh fuck, is mr. rivia going to tell everyone? it's not a huge secret but it's not something he wants hanging over him...

"uh--yeah, i, um, started a little over a year ago. my parents have helped a lot," jaskier forces out, unsure where mr. rivia is taking this.

"i see," mr. rivia says cryptically, then reaches into his pocket and counts out jaskier's pay. "here you go."

jaskier takes it. "but this is--this is for the full eight hours, i've only been here for four..."

"keep it. i'll see you on monday?"

"y-yeah, that would be great..." then jaskier remembers: monday is a holiday. "but wait, don't you have the day off?"

mr. rivia thinks. "guess i do. but you're welcome to come over anyway. ciri and i might go out to dinner, if you want to join us? i don't know, you probably have a dozen friends all begging to go out with you, as cute as you are," he grins.

jaskier squirms a little. mr. rivia doesn't mean anything by that, right? he means cute like little kids are cute, even though jaskier is a teenager.

"i don't have any plans, no..." jaskier answers. "you know i like spending time with ciri. what time should i come over?"

mr. rivia gives him a time and sees him out the door, wishing him a good weekend. jaskier drives home feeling a little bit buzzed, shaky with the adrenaline after their conversation but strangely anticipating monday. it's not often, if ever, he gets to spend time with mr. rivia and ciri together.

come monday, jaskier drives over to mr. rivia's house and the man drives all three of them to a nice restaurant outside of town. he even insists on paying for jaskier's meal, which makes jaskier stammer and blush. he has a job, he can pay... even if it is still mr. rivia's money in a way. at the end of the meal, jaskier excuses himself to the restroom, as always hesitating a moment before choosing the men's room. he prays he meets nobody else in there, and it seems he's in luck

he chooses a stall and pees as quickly as possible, just finishing up when he hears the door swing open and heavy boots approach. they stop in front of a urinal, and jaskier flushes and goes to wash his hands as quickly as possible, steadfastly not looking at the man standing there urinating

"jaskier? what are you doing in here?" the sudden growl of mr. rivia's voice shocks jaskier. fuck, can this get more awkward?

"j-just washing my hands," jaskier says laughing a little and casting about frantically for a paper towel. why do restaurants never have any fucking paper towels?

he makes a split second decision and wipes his hands on his jeans, and is just about to open the door when mr. rivia speaks again.

((i had something for him to say and forgot it, but insert something mildly transphobic and demeaning and vaguely sexual here))

jaskier goes back to the table with his face red as a tomato, wishing desperately to leave. mr. rivia saunters out of the bathroom a few minutes later, spinning his keys around his finger. "ready to leave, kiddos?"

jaskier was intent on going back home as soon as they arrived back at the house, but mr. rivia suggests that he stick around for a movie night. ciri seems so excited by the prospect, so he agrees, even though he knows she'll fall asleep not even thirty minutes in.

sure enough, mr. rivia has to carry her to bed only a little bit into the movie. jaskier sits on the couch, not sure if he should leave or not, only half watching, waiting for mr. rivia to get back

when he returns, he has two beers in his hands. he offers one to jaskier, who hesitantly takes it. he's drank before, but he still has a laughably low tolerance to alcohol. but if mr. rivia is offering him a beer, that means he respects and trusts jaskier, right? besides, it's not like jaskier is working, and this will prove that jaskier is mature enough to be treated like an adult.

mr. rivia nods in approval, then sits down close to jaskier on the couch, like uncomfortably close, but not enough to justify jaskier scooching over. jaskier sits there, tense, but mr. rivia seems engrossed in the movie. jaskier forces himself to relax and try to enjoy it

the movie is just about to wrap up when mr. rivia stretches and drapes his arm over jaskier's shoulders, a move straight out of a cheesy romance movie. jaskier kind of wants to die of embarrassment

as the credits roll, mr. rivia removes his arm, instead dropping his hand to jaskier's thigh, where he moves it up and down a little. "what did you think?"

"w-what?"

"the movie. what did you think?" his thumb hasn't stopped moving, slow, sensual circles creeping up his leg.

"i, uh, i liked it. i think i better go now," jaskier forces out, praying and wishing for geralt to let him up so he can leave.

"it's so late, though. and you had that drink. you should spend the night, i don't mind. plus ciri would love to have a pancake breakfast with you in the morning," mr. rivia urges.

jaskier finds himself agreeing, and is convinced it's the right decision when he stands and wobbles a bit. "whoa there," mr. rivia laughs. "you little lightweight."

jaskier gives a nervous laugh. "one beer doesn't normally hit me so fast."

"it's okay, i'll take care of you," mr. rivia replies easily, and leads him to the spare room. "there are pajamas in the dresser if you want to borrow them. i'll come check on you in the morning, see if you want a painkiller or some water."

jaskier doubts he'll have that much of a hangover if at all, but he says goodnight and closes the bedroom door. it's a struggle to get undressed, his fingers clumsy with intoxication, but he finally manages to peel his jeans and shirt off and stands there in just his underwear and binder.

he stumbles over to the dresser and pulls open a drawer, slamming it shut immediately when his eyes land on its contents. lingerie. pink, frilly, girly lingerie. this must be where mr. rivia's girlfriends stay. he pulls open another drawer and finds the same, and when he pulls open a third and reveals various accoutrements like padded handcuffs, he squeaks and gives up. he does not want to dig through all that just for some pajamas, thank you very much.

he resigns himself to sleeping in boxers and a t shirt, but hesitates. he's really tempted to sleep in his binder, especially because mr. rivia will be checking on him in the morning and he doesn't want him to see that, but he knows how dangerous it can be and doesn't want to risk permanent harm to his body. cringing, jaskier takes it off, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

he quickly pulls his t shirt back on and climbs under the covers, grateful for the way his head stops spinning when he lies down. he expects to fall asleep quickly, with how he feels, but he lies there for some time unable to close his eyes. every squeak and creak the house makes sounds like someone just outside his door, and it keeps startling jaskier awake again

there's also a faint mechanical whirring coming from somewhere above him--maybe the air conditioner? whatever the noise is, it's a long time before jaskier finally falls asleep.

yes that's geralt outside his door and yes that's a camera planted in the room, just like there's one in the bathroom

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teenage jaskier who's in the process of transitioning, has a lot of body issues and such, but his parents are supportive and have allowed him to start taking T and bought him new clothes and such

he gets a job babysitting ciri after school while her single father, geralt, is at work

ciri is a great kid, and her dad is super nice, and lets jaskier order them pizza with his card and stuff like that. ciri goes to bed pretty early, too, which means that jaskier usually has 8-12ish to himself until mr. rivia gets home

he does his homework, watches some TV, texts his friends, whatever he wants basically

mr. rivia even lets him use the shower so that he doesn't have to go home and shower before bed. midnight is pretty late for a high school student

it isn't an issue until one day geralt comes home earlier than usual, off work early for whatever reason. jaskier doesn't hear him over the fan in the bathroom, and geralt, thinking jaskier is watching tv in the living room, walks into the bathroom and gets an eyeful of jaskier stepping out of the shower and drying off

jaskier panics, geralt shuts the door immediately, but the damage is done. plus his secret is out: there's no way geralt didn't see his perky tits and thatch of curls just above his cunt

jaskier dries off and gets dressed shakily, but he can't hide in the bathroom forever; he slowly creeps out, dreading having to confront mr. rivia, but the man is nowhere to be seen. jaskier gathers his stuff and scampers out, grabbing the wad of cash mr. rivia left on the counter on his way out, and heads home

(unbeknownst to him, geralt immediately headed upstairs to jerk off to the image of jaskier, wet and skin flushed, looking at geralt with those wide, scared eyes)

jaskier isn't sure what he expects tomorrow, but he goes to school like normal, and gets a text during his lunch period from geralt. are you still coming today?

jaskier hesitates before typing out a yes. hopefully this means that mr. rivia has chosen to forget and ignore the incident entirely? god, jaskier is mortified, but hopefully they never have to bring it up again. mr. rivia has always been a man of few words anyway

he shows up after school, has a good time with ciri, puts her to bed like normal, and then waits. he has no indication of when mr. rivia will get home, if he'll be coming home early like last night or what

in fact, he's barely put ciri to bed when he hears mr. rivia's truck pulling up. he starts to gather his things, preparing to leave, rehearsing what he'll say when mr. rivia walks in. "how was work? great, ciri was great, no trouble, seeyoumondaybye"

instead, mr. rivia walks in, sees jaskier sitting on the couch, and sits down next to him. "jaskier, about last night..."

jaskier blushes crimson. fuck. "i-i'm so sorry, i didn't know you were going to come home early, i-i--"

"it's alright," geralt replies easily, "you don't have to be embarrassed. i'm sorry if i scared you."

jaskier shakes his head. "um, it's alright, i was just surprised."

"i didn't know you were... transitioning," geralt says carefully, and oh fuck. fuck fuck fuck. has he just lost his job? no, mr. rivia wouldn't have had him come over today, would he? oh fuck, is mr. rivia going to tell everyone? it's not a huge secret but it's not something he wants hanging over him...

"uh--yeah, i, um, started a little over a year ago. my parents have helped a lot," jaskier forces out, unsure where mr. rivia is taking this.

"i see," mr. rivia says cryptically, then reaches into his pocket and counts out jaskier's pay. "here you go."

jaskier takes it. "but this is--this is for the full eight hours, i've only been here for four..."

"keep it. i'll see you on monday?"

"y-yeah, that would be great..." then jaskier remembers: monday is a holiday. "but wait, don't you have the day off?"

mr. rivia thinks. "guess i do. but you're welcome to come over anyway. ciri and i might go out to dinner, if you want to join us? i don't know, you probably have a dozen friends all begging to go out with you, as cute as you are," he grins.

jaskier squirms a little. mr. rivia doesn't mean anything by that, right? he means cute like little kids are cute, even though jaskier is a teenager.

"i don't have any plans, no..." jaskier answers. "you know i like spending time with ciri. what time should i come over?"

mr. rivia gives him a time and sees him out the door, wishing him a good weekend. jaskier drives home feeling a little bit buzzed, shaky with the adrenaline after their conversation but strangely anticipating monday. it's not often, if ever, he gets to spend time with mr. rivia and ciri together.

come monday, jaskier drives over to mr. rivia's house and the man drives all three of them to a nice restaurant outside of town. he even insists on paying for jaskier's meal, which makes jaskier stammer and blush. he has a job, he can pay... even if it is still mr. rivia's money in a way. at the end of the meal, jaskier excuses himself to the restroom, as always hesitating a moment before choosing the men's room. he prays he meets nobody else in there, and it seems he's in luck

he chooses a stall and pees as quickly as possible, just finishing up when he hears the door swing open and heavy boots approach. they stop in front of a urinal, and jaskier flushes and goes to wash his hands as quickly as possible, steadfastly not looking at the man standing there urinating

"jaskier? what are you doing in here?" the sudden growl of mr. rivia's voice shocks jaskier. fuck, can this get more awkward?

"j-just washing my hands," jaskier says laughing a little and casting about frantically for a paper towel. why do restaurants never have any fucking paper towels?

he makes a split second decision and wipes his hands on his jeans, and is just about to open the door when mr. rivia speaks again.

((i had something for him to say and forgot it, but insert something mildly transphobic and demeaning and vaguely sexual here))

jaskier goes back to the table with his face red as a tomato, wishing desperately to leave. mr. rivia saunters out of the bathroom a few minutes later, spinning his keys around his finger. "ready to leave, kiddos?"

jaskier was intent on going back home as soon as they arrived back at the house, but mr. rivia suggests that he stick around for a movie night. ciri seems so excited by the prospect, so he agrees, even though he knows she'll fall asleep not even thirty minutes in.

sure enough, mr. rivia has to carry her to bed only a little bit into the movie. jaskier sits on the couch, not sure if he should leave or not, only half watching, waiting for mr. rivia to get back

when he returns, he has two beers in his hands. he offers one to jaskier, who hesitantly takes it. he's drank before, but he still has a laughably low tolerance to alcohol. but if mr. rivia is offering him a beer, that means he respects and trusts jaskier, right? besides, it's not like jaskier is working, and this will prove that jaskier is mature enough to be treated like an adult.

mr. rivia nods in approval, then sits down close to jaskier on the couch, like uncomfortably close, but not enough to justify jaskier scooching over. jaskier sits there, tense, but mr. rivia seems engrossed in the movie. jaskier forces himself to relax and try to enjoy it

the movie is just about to wrap up when mr. rivia stretches and drapes his arm over jaskier's shoulders, a move straight out of a cheesy romance movie. jaskier kind of wants to die of embarrassment

as the credits roll, mr. rivia removes his arm, instead dropping his hand to jaskier's thigh, where he moves it up and down a little. "what did you think?"

"w-what?"

"the movie. what did you think?" his thumb hasn't stopped moving, slow, sensual circles creeping up his leg.

"i, uh, i liked it. i think i better go now," jaskier forces out, praying and wishing for geralt to let him up so he can leave.

"it's so late, though. and you had that drink. you should spend the night, i don't mind. plus ciri would love to have a pancake breakfast with you in the morning," mr. rivia urges.

jaskier finds himself agreeing, and is convinced it's the right decision when he stands and wobbles a bit. "whoa there," mr. rivia laughs. "you little lightweight."

jaskier gives a nervous laugh. "one beer doesn't normally hit me so fast."

"it's okay, i'll take care of you," mr. rivia replies easily, and leads him to the spare room. "there are pajamas in the dresser if you want to borrow them. i'll come check on you in the morning, see if you want a painkiller or some water."

jaskier doubts he'll have that much of a hangover if at all, but he says goodnight and closes the bedroom door. it's a struggle to get undressed, his fingers clumsy with intoxication, but he finally manages to peel his jeans and shirt off and stands there in just his underwear and binder.

he stumbles over to the dresser and pulls open a drawer, slamming it shut immediately when his eyes land on its contents. lingerie. pink, frilly, girly lingerie. this must be where mr. rivia's girlfriends stay. he pulls open another drawer and finds the same, and when he pulls open a third and reveals various accoutrements like padded handcuffs, he squeaks and gives up. he does not want to dig through all that just for some pajamas, thank you very much.

he resigns himself to sleeping in boxers and a t shirt, but hesitates. he's really tempted to sleep in his binder, especially because mr. rivia will be checking on him in the morning and he doesn't want him to see that, but he knows how dangerous it can be and doesn't want to risk permanent harm to his body. cringing, jaskier takes it off, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

he quickly pulls his t shirt back on and climbs under the covers, grateful for the way his head stops spinning when he lies down. he expects to fall asleep quickly, with how he feels, but he lies there for some time unable to close his eyes. every squeak and creak the house makes sounds like someone just outside his door, and it keeps startling jaskier awake again

there's also a faint mechanical whirring coming from somewhere above him--maybe the air conditioner? whatever the noise is, it's a long time before jaskier finally falls asleep.

yes that's geralt outside his door and yes that's a camera planted in the room, just like there's one in the bathroom

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