#student!jaskier

Geralt’s face grew warm, “What do you mean--” He was cut off by Jaskier wrapping a blanket around him, and putting a pillow under his head.

Jaskier grinned as he bounced off the bed and skipped over to his instruments in the corner of the room. He grabbed what looked like a small guitar and plopped onto the bed next to Geralt. “I’ll sing your anxiety away.”

Geralt chuckled, “And how do you propose you will do that?”

Jaskier whispered conspiratorially, “By singing, ‘Old McDoodle’.”

Geralt quirked an eyebrow, “Old McDonald?”

“No, no,” Jaskier shook his head, “‘Old McDoodle’.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s Old McDonald,” Geralt smirked.

Jaskier waved him off, “I would know Geralt. I wrote the song.”

Geralt scoffed, “You wrote Old McDonald?”

Jaskier sighed and shook his head, “No. I wrote ‘Old McDoodle’. Now please Geralt. Don’t interrupt.” He stared at him pointedly, his face serious, but he couldn’t stay serious for long and eventually broke out into a smile as he strummed the first chord.

“Old McDoodle had a farm. Eyo Eyo Why?”

Jaskier looked up from strumming, “I don’t know Geralt. Why does anyone have a farm? That’s not the point.” He continued singing.

“And on that farm he had a…?”

He looked up expectantly, waiting for Geralt to answer.

Geralt shrugged his shoulders, “Um… Cow?”

Jaskier sighed and rolled his eyes, “I said don’t interrupt. Yes. He had a cow. Eyo eyo, why?” He winked and Geralt couldn’t help but giggle. Geralt watched Jaskier’s hands as his fingers expertly plucked at the strings.

“With a--” Jaskier placed his palm against his lips and produced a loud fart noise. Geralt’s eyes widened in surprise as Jaskier continued to sing the verse. Inserting fart noises where Geralt would have expected a ‘moo’.

“Here a- fart noise- there a -fart noise-. Every where a -fart noise-. Having farms is a stinky affair,” Jaskier sighed, shaking his head sadly. “Old McDoodle had a farm, and who the hell knows why!”

Jaskier smiled setting aside his ukulele, “And that’s the song.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow, “He only had the one farm animal then?”

Jaskier nodded, “Ol Jacqueline. Named after his one true love. Lost her in a dairy fire. So he bought a cow and named it after her.” He looked down solemnly.

Geralt snorted, “So, you know why he has a farm.”

Jaskier stared at him incredulously, “Of course Geralt. I wrote the song.”

Geralt chuckled, “Ah, of course.”

Jaskier rested his hand under his chin and stared at Geralt expectantly.

Geralt blushed, “...what is it?”

Jaskier huffed, “Aren’t you going to ask what a dairy fire is?”

“Right,” Geralt smirked, “I was wondering.”

Jaskier continued to stare at him expectantly.

“...what’s a dairy fire?” Geralt asked.

Jaskier beamed, “I’m glad you asked. She ate too much dairy and farted herself to death. Thus why Ol Jacqueline is perfect.”

Geralt laughed at the ridiculousness of the story. He wouldn’t have thought a story like that would have made him laugh so hard. Maybe it was because it was Jaskier telling it. His stomach did feel better. He definitely felt more relaxed. 

A loud fart ripped near the two of them. Geralt blushed as his eyes widened in embarrassment. He had felt a little too relaxed.

Jaskier smirked and patted his arm, “Better out than in. I bet your stomach feels a lot better now.” 

Geralt covered his face in embarrassment, “Yeah… but… I farted in your bed.”

Jaskier laughed and laid across Geralt’s stomach, “I fart in my bed all the time. I don’t mind if you do.”

Geralt peaked out from under his hands, “That’s different. No one wants to smell someone else’s farts.”

Jaskier arched an eyebrow, “Wanna bet?” He lifted up the blanket he had laid over Geralt and covered his head as he trapped himself under the blanket with the fart.

Geralt shrieked in horror as he tried to pull the blanket off him, “Jaskier! Don’t! It probably smells really bad!”

Jaskier sniffed loudly, “Smells great!” Geralt continued to try and wrestle Jaskier out from under the blanket when Mr. Pankratz knocked on the door frame.

Geralt froze, his heart stopping in his chest, “Mr. Pankratz…”

Jaskier stilled then quickly pulled the blanket off his head, “Dad! It’s not what it looks like.”

Mr. Pankratz’s face was mostly serious, but a small smirk formed at the corner of his lips, “Dinner’s ready. Be sure to wash up.”

Jaskier huffed a sigh as his father left. He grumbled, “I wish he didn’t trust me so much.”

Geralt stared at Jaskier in shock, “Why?”

Jaskier shrugged, “I don’t know. More entertaining?”

“Well… he does make you leave the bedroom door open,” Geralt offered.

“That’s true, but…” He leaned in closer, a smirk on his lips, “we could also give him something to worry about.”

Geralt blushed, swallowing the lump in his throat, “...like… what?”

Jaskier opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted.

“I don’t hear you washing your hands,” Mr. Pankratz shouted from the other room.

“Let them alone dear, it’s not like one of them will get pregnant,” Mrs. Pankratz cooed.

There was a grunt and some muffled arguing between the two as Jaskier hopped off the bed. Jaskier smirked and motioned for Geralt to follow, “Come on, let’s go eat.”

Geralt wondered how red his face was as he followed Jaskier out of the room.

~~~

They all sat at the dining room table. Geralt didn’t realize how hungry he was until the delicious scent of the meal wafted in front of his nose. 

Jaskier grinned as he leaned over and whispered to him, “Smells good. Not as good as your farts though.” He winked.

Geralt groaned at Jaskier’s terrible joke and shook his head, “You need to get your olfactory system checked.”

Jaskier raised his eyebrows, “My what system?”

“Your nose,” Geralt chuckled.

Jaskier hummed and piled mashed potatoes on his and Geralt’s respective plates. “Maybe you could check it for me later. We could play doctor. It starts in the mouth, right?”

Geralt’s face must have been beet red, because his dad decided to intervene on his behalf.

“Jaskier, it’s rude to whisper at the dinner table. Why don’t you tell your mother how school was today.”

Jaskier frowned as he grabbed another dish and loaded their plates with it. “It was fine. Nothing to write home about.”

“In a way, that’s what I’m asking you to do anyway. I heard from Principal De Vries that you were disrespectful to the secretary?” Mr. Pankratz raised an eyebrow.

“She was disrespectful first! She was completely rude to Geralt, treating him like some kind of criminal.”

Geralt moved his mashed potatoes around his plate nervously. He wondered if this would be the last straw and they would pull him out of school. He should say something to defend him. “It’s- it’s not his fault sir,” Geralt tried to look at Jaskier’s father, but couldn’t manage it. He continued anyway, “I um, am not very good with words… and… well… Jaskier was only sticking up for me… please don’t take him out of school.”

Mrs. Pankratz frowned as she gently smacked her husband on the arm, “Look what you did. You scared the poor boy with your grumbly glare. He thinks you're mad at Julian.”

Mr. Pankratz frowned, “I’m not--.” He sighed and softened his features as he turned to Geralt. “I’m not going to take him out of school. Where did you get that idea?”

After a moment the three of them all turned toward Jaskier. Jaskier’s gaze shifted away as he grabbed the mashed potatoes again, “Um… more potatoes Geralt?”

Geralt didn’t protest as more was stacked on top of the already high mound on his plate.

Mr. Pankratz sighed, “Jaskier, we talked about over embellishing your stories.”

Jaskier pouted, “I know… I’m sorry.” He turned to Geralt and grabbed his hand, holding it between his, “I didn’t realize you would take my over exaggeration seriously. I’m sorry. Will you forgive me?”

Geralt blushed and nodded his head. Gazing into those perfect blue eyes, he wasn’t sure how he couldn’t. 

Jaskier beamed, “Wonderful! Problem solved.”

“Not exactly.”

Jaskier grimaced. He was hoping they had forgotten.

“It seems like you know how to apologize. So first thing tomorrow morning you can apologize to the school secretary.”

Jaskier groaned and laid his head dramatically on Geralt’s shoulder, “But dad… she was so mean to Geralt.”

“Someone else’s rude behavior does not constitute rude behaviour back. I’m not her parent, but I am yours. So I expect you to do the right thing.”

Mrs. Pankratz smiled reassuringly, “I know it’s hard honey, but it’s our duty as your parents to instill in you good values. When you’re an adult you can choose to leave them at the door and be as rude to as many assholes as you like.”

Mr. Pankratz growled, “Lilia…”

She smiled and booped him on the nose, “Yes Alfred dear?”

He sighed and shook his head, “Nevermind… let’s eat.”

Geralt tried to hide his smirk as he watched the dynamic of Jaskier’s family. It seemed Mr. Pankratz had his hands full, but luckily he didn’t seem to mind.

~~~

After dinner, Jaskier and Geralt helped clean off the table. His father informed them he would be driving Geralt home.

Mrs. Pankratz pouted, “I was going to take our guest home. I wanted to know all about him and Julian.”

“Which is why I’m doing it. To spare our guest your numerous questions,” Mr. Pankratz grinned and planted a kiss on her forehead.

She gasped in protest, “Traitor! You should want to know! For our son’s well-being! He could die single and alone!”

“Nothing wrong with being single, but I don’t think we have to worry about him dying alone.” He turned to Geralt and Jaskier, “Thank you boys for your help. Go pack up your things so we can head on out. Don’t want to keep your mother waiting.”

Jaskier nodded and pulled Geralt along back to his bedroom. He bounced onto his bed as he watched Geralt pack up his school supplies. “Your mom always work this late?”

Geralt nodded, zipping up his backpack, “Usually. She works the night shift.”

Jaskier rolled onto his stomach and kicked his legs back and forth, “Maybe we could have a sleep over sometime? Watch movies, and stay up late.”

Geralt smiled, “...that would be fun.”

“Great!” Jaskier jumped up, “I’ll tell my dad to ask your mom and they can set up a time.” He grabbed Geralt’s hand and dragged him back out to the living room.

“Got everything?” Jaskier’s dad asked.

Jaskier nodded, interlacing his fingers with Geralt’s, “Yup!”

Geralt stared at his feet, his cheeks feeling warm. He gently squeezed Jaskier’s hand back.

Mrs. Pankratz was sitting on the couch brooding, “Have a safe trip…”

Mr. Pankratz kissed her on the head as he walked by, “See you when we get back.”

She glared at him, “Not if I see you first!” He arched an eyebrow at her.

Jaskier rolled his eyes, “Bye mom, see you in a bit.”

They piled into the car. Jaskier let go of Geralt’s hand as they crawled in, but immediately grabbed it again when they had buckled up and settled. 

“Hey dad, Geralt had the great idea that we should have a sleep over the next time his mom works late,” Jaskier beamed.

“Did he now?” Mr. Pankratz glanced back at them using the rear view mirror. “I’ll talk to his mother and see what she says.”

Geralt fidgeted nervously under his gaze. He wondered if he should come clean and say it was Jaskier’s idea, but considering their dynamic his father probably already knew.

Jaskier gazed at their entwined fingers, caressing Geralt’s finger tips with his free hand, “Your finger nails are so beautiful.”

“They’re just finger nails…” Geralt mumbled.

Jaskier shook his head adamantly, his brunette locks swaying with the force, “Not just any. They’re yours, and everything about you is gorgeous.” He smiled and rested his head on his shoulder.

Geralt’s heart pounded in his chest. He didn’t know what to say, how to react. Jaskier didn’t seem to mind, so he sat quietly until they reached his house.

Geralt’s mom waved at them as they pulled up. She smiled at Geralt as he walked up and hugged her.

“Have a good time?” 

He nodded as she smoothed down his long white hair.

“I’m glad.”

Jaskier leaned out the window as he waved goodbye, “See you tomorrow at school!”

Geralt waved back as they pulled out of the driveway. He couldn’t wait.

~~~

A/N: Sorry for the long delay. I didn’t mean for this update to take as long as it did, but such is life. Let me know if you want me to remove or add you to the tag list! If your name isn’t underlined it’s because something in your settings is preventing me from tagging you. So if you want to be notified by tumblr check your settings. :)

“So, music and arts. What do you plan on doing in that field?” Aiden asked.

Jaskier blushed in embarrassment, “I’m… a composer… or I plan to be.”

“He’s really good,” Lambert added as he drank his beer.

Jaskier’s eyes widened as he stared at Lambert. Aiden looked at him in equal surprise, “High praise coming from you.”

Lambert shrugged and frowned, “I’m no music expert, but I can tell it’s not shit. Kid’s got talent.”

Aiden grinned, “Hardly a kid at 24 Lamb.”

Lambert’s cheeks flushed, “I know.”

Priscilla returned with their drinks. “What did I miss?”

Aiden sighed when no one answered her, instead choosing to sit there awkwardly, “We were just talking about Jaskier’s career.”

“Ah, yeah, right,” Jaskier mumbled distractedly.

“Is he usually this quiet?” Aiden smirked.

“Usually can’t get him to shut up,” Priscilla teased.

“Drink up then,” Aiden nodded, taking a swig of his own drink. “Maybe a little liquid courage will loosen your tongue.”

Jaskier blushed as he hesitantly sipped his drink. Lambert frowned as he looked the glass over, “What’s that?”

Jaskier’s heart beat in his chest. He suddenly felt embarrassed about his choice in beverage. “It’s… a Blue Hawaii…”

“Fuck,” Lambert growled, “I didn’t know they made that shit here. It looks damn good.” 

Jaskier laughed, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear so much in a sentence.”

“Fuck-- I mean, shit- fuck… sorry,” Lambert huffed.

Jaskier shook his head, “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. It’s… nice? I don’t know how to explain it. To be able to see another side of you.” He smiled.

Lambert blushed, “Ah… I see… well, let me try that Blue shit. I might get one myself.”

Jaskier licked his lips as he pushed the drink over to him. He watched entranced, as Lambert’s lips wrapped around the tip of his straw. He sucked in a breath as he tried to calm himself.

Lambert raised an eyebrow when he finished his sip and pushed the drink back over, “That’s really good. Aiden, go grab me one.”

Aiden frowned, “I got the last round.”

“You owe me,” Lambert growled.

Aiden raised his hands in defeat, “Fine… I’ll get it. Priscilla, top up?”

Priscilla smiled, catching his hint, “Sure.” He offered her an arm and she took it as the two walked over to the bar.

Jaskier opened his mouth to say something when he noticed her drink was still full, but closed it when he realized what she was doing. His face grew warm. He was alone with Lambert and had no idea what to say.

“...how was your dinner with Geralt?” Lambert mumbled.

“Huh?” Jaskier snapped his eyes up, “I… you saw that?”

Lambert frowned, “Wasn’t exactly hidden in the college cafeteria.”

Jaskier blushed, “Right… I um… it was fine.”

“Just fine? It wasn’t better than our lunch? You seemed to be having a good time,” Lambert grumbled.

Jaskier shrugged his shoulders, unsure of where this was going, “I mean… lunch with you was fun too, and you paid for it. Geralt made me buy dinner. Although… I’m not really sure why we’re comparing…” He glanced up at Lambert. He looked angry.

Lambert raised an eyebrow, “He made you pay for the date? You’re a student.”

Jaskier’s eyes widened, “Date? Wh-what? It wasn’t a date! Geralt’s my professor. He forced me to have dinner with him because I was late to class-- wait… you paid for lunch. Does that mean…” His eyes brightened and his smile was wide, “You thought of lunch as a date?”

“I didn’t-- I was just--” Lambert’s cheeks reddened, “Where the hell is he with that drink?!” He turned toward the bar where Priscilla and Aiden were talking. He started to walk toward them but Jaskier held his arm.

“Hold on, I’m not letting you off that easy,” Jaskier grinned.

Lambert’s stomach flipped when he gazed into the confident blue eyes of the man before him. He was fucked, and not in a good way.

Jaskier ran a finger along Lambert’s forearm, smirking as he locked eyes with him, “Let me get this straight. You thought of lunch as a date, and you were jealous of Geralt?”

“It’s not a big deal,” Lambert grumbled. 

Jaskier hummed, “Well… maybe not, but to someone who really likes you… it would mean that maybe my feelings aren’t so one sided?” He fidgeted as he waited for Lambert to respond.

“Hmmm,” Lambert found it was the only reaction he could muster. Maybe Jaskier was more serious than he thought, and maybe he didn’t mind that.

Jaskier huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, “You’ve been hanging out with Geralt too much. What kind of response is that?”

Lambert sighed as he ran his fingers through his curls, “You’re right, um… I guess… if you’re really as interested as you say… then it’s only right that I ask you out next.”

Jaskier’s eyes widened, and he bounced in his seat, “Really? When, where? What will we be doing? Dinner? Movie? Both?”

Lambert held up his hand to pause his questions, “Woah, slow down. I haven’t thought that far. Let me get back to you, alright?”

Jaskier smiled sheepishly, “Ah, right… and how um, do you plan on doing that?”

Lambert raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

Jaskier shrugged his shoulders, “Well… you don’t have my phone number.”

Lambert’s face reddened. He quickly pulled out his phone and passed it to Jaskier, “Right, here you go.”

Jaskier laughed as he took the phone from him, “I just needed the number, but I’ll go ahead and add myself as a contact.”

Lambert swore under his breath in embarrassment, “Fuck… yeah, thanks…”

Jaskier beamed as he handed him back his phone, “Done.”

Lambert nodded and quickly put his phone away, “I’ll… message you with the details.”

Lambert grunted as he was suddenly slapped on the back. Aiden grinned as he handed Lambert his blue drink. “Did you finally pull your head out of your ass?”

Lambert scoffed, grinning, “Not likely.”

Aiden chuckled as Priscilla and he took their seats. “I figured it was too much to ask.”

The rest of the evening was spent drinking and having great conversation as the pair of friends got to know each other. Jaskier couldn’t help himself, and flirted a bit, as Lambert began to look more and more like a tomato as the night progressed.

Eventually Aiden sighed and glanced at the time, “I best head out. I have work.”

Lambert quirked an eyebrow, “You don’t have work till Monday.”

Aiden grinned, “Exactly, gotta get all the beauty sleep I can get.”

“You don’t look like you need much,” Priscilla smiled.

Aiden winked, “Because I get enough beauty sleep.”

Priscilla laughed and nodded, “I see, well, I’m going to head out too. See you later Jaskier.”

Jaskier floundered as he watched her walk away, “Wha- but you’re my ride!”

“Ask the fiery greek god,” Priscilla smirked as she walked out with Aiden.

Jaskier’s face turned bright red as he turned toward Lambert, “I didn’t… she just…”

Lambert grinned, “Greek god, huh?” He shrugged and stood up, beckoning Jaskier to follow. “Come on kid, I’ll take you home.”

Jaskier stared at the floor as he followed Lambert. After a few steps Lambert glanced over his shoulder at Jaskier, “What did I say about walking behind me?” He grabbed Jaskier’s arm and tugged him over to walk next to him. The grip was strong but surprisingly gentle.

Jaskier’s heart pounded and heat pooled to his groin as he found himself enjoying the man’s easy strength, maybe a little too much. He wrapped his arm around Lambert’s as he followed him out to his car.

Lambert glanced down at him as Jaskier stared up at him with his bright blue eyes. 

“Is this… is this alright?” Jaskier indicated where he was holding Lambert’s arm.

Lambert ran his hand over his face and mumbled something under his breath. ‘How does he look so devious one moment, then personify an angel the next…?’ “Yeah, it’s fine,” he growled.

A shiver ran down Jaskier’s spine. He could get used to hearing Lambert’s voice growl in his ear. He held Lambert’s arm more tightly, and glanced up at him. “Um, Professor Lambert?”

Lambert huffed as he turned to Jaskier, “I’m not your professor. Lambert is fine.”

Jaskier smiled and pressed his body against Lambert’s. “Lambert,” he purred. “Kiss me? Please?”

“Fuck, this is exactly the thing I’m talking about,” Lambert grumbled. Jaskier stared up at him innocently, but Lambert knew he was anything but.

Lambert placed his hands on Jaskier’s hips. He had kissed plenty of people before, but suddenly he felt like he forgot how to. Jaskier’s eyelids fluttered partially closed as he gazed up at Lambert through dark eyelashes. His soft pink lips plumped out pleasantly as he waited. Lambert swallowed as he felt his mouth suddenly dry. He slowly leaned down, hesitating as his lips drew closer.

Eventually, Jaskier wrapped his arms around Lambert’s neck and pulled him close. Their lips smushed together at first. Until Lambert adjusted the kiss, directing it into a more comfortable tilt. Lambert moved his hand to cup the back of Jaskier’s neck, pulling him closer to his body. Their hips slotted together as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slipped past Jaskier’s lips, earning him a moan from the younger man.

Jaskier panted against his mouth when they broke for air, “My place or yours?”

Lambert’s brain had a hard time processing the question. “I… we shouldn’t…”

Jaskier rolled his hips against Lambert’s, “You don’t want to?”

Lambert tightened his grip on Jaskier’s hip, “My place… too many students at the dorms.”

Jaskier licked his lips as he snuck into the classroom and took a seat at the back. His previous concern of being late for class was forgotten. He rested his chin on a propped hand as his eyes followed the instructor around the room.

The instructor’s bright fiery hair was pulled back into a bun, his beard neatly trimmed but still a wonderful match next to his long hair. His demeanor exuded confidence as he presented the health statistics to the students. 

Jaskier smirked as he thought to himself, ‘A physical education teacher… guess that explains the jacked body. Not that I’m complaining.’

“To review,” the instructor’s sharp gaze examined his students, “what is the first thing you should do if you come upon an accident and find someone injured?”

A student raised their hand. The teacher motioned for them to respond. “Call emergency authorities if they haven’t already been informed.”

A small smile formed on the instructor’s lips as he nodded his head, “Correct, what next?”

He called on the next student to raise their hand. An intelligent looking young woman answered this time. “Introduce yourself to the injured person, informing them that you are trained in first aid and are there to help.”

Jaskier’s hand immediately shot up before he could give his action any more thought. The instructor raised an eyebrow at Jaskier, “That was the correct answer. Did you have more to add?”

Jaskier beamed as he leaned forward, “Julian Alfred Pankratz, Capricorn, and I know it’s cliche but I do enjoy long walks on the beach and watching the sunset while snuggled against my lover.”

The class of students and the instructor seemed equally baffled at Jaskier’s response. The instructor frowned, “...why are you telling me this?”

Jaskier smirked, “Well, you said to introduce ourselves to an injured person, and you must be injured. How could you not be when you fell from heaven to grace us with your glorious presence?”

Jaskier definitely didn’t expect the instructor to get any more gorgeous than he already was, but he was pleasantly surprised when a red blush formed over the older man’s cheeks. 

The instructor sputtered as he wasn’t quite sure how to respond. The students were whispering questioningly to one another as they examined Jaskier. Jaskier grinned, clearly pleased with himself. And why shouldn’t he be? It was quite a wonderful adaptation of a famous pick up line. 

“I… that’s…” he huffed as he turned from Jaskier to look at his other students. “What do you do if the person is unconscious?” he growled his question. The sound sent a shiver down Jaskier’s spine. He so wanted to hear that voice growl in his ear. 

After a few more questions, the instructor wrapped up class and dismissed the students. Jaskier maneuvered around the people exiting the classroom as he made his way to the front of the room. The instructor was busy cleaning off the whiteboard when Jaskier approached.

Jaskier gently tapped his shoulder to get his attention. The instructor jumped in surprise as he spun around. He frowned when he saw it was Jaskier, “W-what do you want?”

Jaskier pouted, his lower lip sticking out as he stared up at him with big blue eyes, “Is that anyway to talk to your student?”

The instructor crossed his arms over his chest. Jaskier couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles moved under the fabric. He wanted to see what they looked like without a shirt.

“I glanced at the roster,” the instructor started, “I don’t have a ‘Julian Alfred Pankratz’ enrolled.”

Jaskier shrugged his shoulders. He wasn’t bothered that he had been found out. “I’m auditing?”

The instructor sighed and shook his head. Jaskier loved watching the way his curls bounced with the motion. “Fine, but don’t be disruptive,” his tone was firm. 

A heat pooled in Jaskier’s stomach at the command. He would listen to anything he told him if he spoke to him in that tone of voice. Jaskier shuddered at the thought and smiled, “Yes sir.”

The instructor looked him over for a moment longer before turning away. Jaskier wasn’t quite done with the conversation though. He tip-toed closer to him, his hands behind his back, “By the way, what’s your name?”

“Lambert,” his reply was gruff as he gathered up his papers and shoved them into his bag.

Jaskier hummed, “Professor Lambert… I like how that sounds.”

Lambert raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips, “I consider myself more of a coach than a professor.”

“Oh?” Jaskier followed after him as he moved to leave the classroom, “You teach sports too? What kind?”

“Not a sport. I teach personal fitness to students,” Lambert glanced back at Jaskier. He noticed the younger man having a difficult time keeping up with his long strides and slowed down. “I show the athletes how to properly train without hurting themselves.”

Jaskier’s eyes lit up, “Really? Is it just athletes you train? Or can any student seek your advice?”

Lambert stared warily at Jaskier, “...my gym hours are limited to a certain time, but if you are really serious I can give you some pointers.”

“Thanks!” Jaskier hopped excitedly next to him. He flexed his arm and grinned, “I’ve been wanting to work out my biceps some more.”

Lambert examined his arms. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around Jaskier’s upper arm, giving a gentle squeeze. “You seem to have a decent start. It shouldn’t be too hard for you to build up some more muscle.” He glanced up to see a red faced Jaskier. He let go of his arm, starting to feel self conscious himself. He cleared his throat, “Tuesday and Thursday, from 2-5pm is when I am in the gym.”

Jaskier nodded, his cheeks still tinted, “Thanks… I’ll keep it in mind.” Jaskier had a hard time quieting his heart. He hadn’t expected him to grab him like that. He smiled and waved, “I better go or I’ll be late for class.” He was already late, but Professor Lambert didn’t need to know that. He patted his chest where his heart refused to stop beating forcefully against his ribcage. 

Jaskier grinned, “Don’t you forget it sir. I could have your job.”

“You couldn’t do my job,” Geralt nudged Jaskier. Jaskier pouted and paid for his food, getting himself some as well. They grabbed their food and ate together at a nearby table.

Jaskier grabbed a french fry from Geralt’s plate. Geralt frowned as he watched him eat it, “You should have gotten your own if you wanted them.”

Jaskier grinned, “Donor tax.”

Geralt scoffed, raising an eyebrow, “Does that tax apply to other things?”

Jaskier placed a gentle hand on Geralt’s arm. He smirked, caressing slowly down his arm, his fingertips resting at his wrist. “Do you want it to?” he purred.

“What the hell are you doing?” Geralt mumbled. “You know that Eskel and I are dating.”

Jaskier shrugged, “I know, but I thought I saw Eskel.”

Geralt frowned and moved his arm, “Eskel knows you know.”

“Oh,” Jaskier pouted. “That’s no fun.”

Lambert was heading back from the college gym when he spotted Jaskier and Geralt sitting nearby. “Are they having dinner together? Did Jaskier ask Geralt out for food too?” Lambert frowned when he saw Jaskier run his hand along Geralt’s arm. “What the hell? I wasn’t good enough? He had to double book his day?” 

Lambert growled as he walked away from them, “What do I care…? I don’t even like the kid…” 

Lambert slammed open the door of Eskel’s office, “I don’t even like the kid! Why the hell do I care?!”

Eskel glanced up from the email he was writing. He shut his laptop and sighed, indicating to the chair in front of his desk, “Explain?”

Lambert huffed as he flopped down into the chair, his arms crossed over his chest, “You know how Jaskier asked me to lunch today?” 

Eskel nodded his head.

“I just saw him at the cafeteria having dinner with Geralt.” Lambert mumbled under his breath, “I thought he was done with classes for the day…”

Eskel shrugged his shoulders, “Dinner with a professor at the college cafeteria? That’s not anything special. They were probably talking about classes.”

Lambert frowned as he shook his head, “Jaskier was caressing his arm while they ate.”

Eskel’s eyes widened and he had to refrain from expressing his emotions regarding the situation. Geralt and he were dating, but Lambert didn’t know that yet. The two hadn’t had the opportunity to discuss the situation with their adoptive brother. It would be an awkward conversation, so the two had been putting it off. But now that Lambert thought his admirer was going after Geralt… No, it could still wait.

“I see… I thought you didn’t like him?” Eskel tried to reason.

Lambert growled, “That’s exactly what I said!”

Eskel recalled what he was screaming when he entered his office earlier, “Right… so then the only conclusion is that you actually do like the kid.”

Lambert bolted up in his chair, “What! No- I… We had a good time at lunch… but that’s nothing. I’m just irritated that he decided to have dinner with Geralt after we had lunch. That’s all.”

Eskel shrugged his shoulders, “Well, if that’s all it was then you’re good. You shouldn’t be bothered.”

Lambert groaned and ran his hands through his hair, “Right… and I’m not… not after venting about it to you… but if I was still bothered… what would that mean?”

“It would mean you have a crush on Jaskier.”

Lambert stood up, nodding emphatically, “I see. Okay, well, that’s not the case. So. Drop it already. I have work to do.”

Eskel watched Lambert leave his office. He sighed and pulled out his phone.

‘Heard Jaskier was caressing your arm while the two of you had dinner?’ he texted Geralt.

‘I can explain!’ a response binged immediately.

Eskel chuckled, “You better.”

~~~

Jaskier jumped up excitedly, “Thank you so much Professor Rivia!”

“The only time Jaskier. I won’t do it again. So don’t be late to class anymore,” Geralt frowned.

Jaskier held his hand up and crossed his heart, “I promise.”

Geralt shook his head, “You really shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“How rude!” Jaskier pouted, “I’ll keep this promise!”

~~~

Lambert huffed in exasperation when he noticed Julian sitting at the back of his class 15 minutes before it ended. What was this boy’s fascination with him? Lambert shook his head. Why was he assuming he was the reason the young man was here? He did say he was auditing the class…

He resumed lecturing, trying to ignore Julian’s bright blue eyes following him around the room. When class was over he cursed the beat his heart skipped as Julian bounded down the stairs of the tiered lecture hall to where he was at the front of the room. He tried to remain neutral as he nodded his head in greeting, “You have another question for me Julian?”

The boy grimaced, his bangs falling into his eyes as he tilted his head, “I forgot to say, I prefer to go by Jaskier.”

Lambert quirked an eyebrow but didn’t comment on the self-given name. Many of his students had one. “Alright Jaskier, did you have a question?”

Jaskier’s smile was incredibly bright. It gave Lambert an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. He turned to busy himself with gathering his papers so he didn’t have to stare too long at the brunette.

“I was wondering… if you knew of any places around here that offered healthy meal options?” Jaskier rocked back and forth from his heels to his toes as he fidgeted with his messenger bag strap. He seemed to have trouble staying still.

Lambert ran his hand through his beard as he contemplated Jaskier’s question, “There’s a Vietnamese place not too far from here. They use a lot of fresh ingredients. Tons of options to customize so you can decrease your sodium intake if you wanted to.”

“Great!” Jaskier clapped his hands, “Want to meet there for lunch?”

Lambert’s mouth gaped as he was taken aback by the request, “Wha- What? I- uh…”

Jaskier pouted as he gazed up at Lambert, “You already have lunch plans?”

Lambert furrowed his brows and shook his head, “No but-.”

“Perfect! I’ll meet you there! Don’t be late!” Jaskier waved as he quickly made his escape before Lambert could protest.

Lambert growled as he ran his hand over his face. Why did he keep letting this kid get to him?

~~~

Eskel practically fell out of his chair laughing when Lambert told him about his predicament. Lambert glared at him. The two were currently sitting in Eskel’s office while they waited for their next class. 

“It’s not funny,” Lambert mumbled.

Eskel smirked, “Sorry… but don’t you think it’s a little bit funny?”

Lambert huffed and shook his head, “No, it’d be one thing if he was a student in my class, but he’s not. He’s attended my class twice. Claiming he is auditing the course.”

Eskel raised an eyebrow, “I thought you said he was only attending 15 minutes of the class?”

“Yeah…? So?” Lambert frowned not knowing where Eskel was going.

Eskel sighed, “You’ve worked here for how long?”

Lambert crossed his arms over his chest as he looked up in thought, “About five years?”

“For Melitele’s sake, Lambert… How have you been a professor here that long and not know how auditing works?” Eskel shook his head.

Lambert growled in frustration, “I’ve never had a student audit before.”

Eskel leaned back in his chair, “To audit a course the student has to have permission from the instructor. Not to mention they pay for the class and attend like a normal student. The only difference is they don’t get credit for the course because they don’t have to do any of the homework or assignments.”

Lambert frowned and nodded his head, “Okay… and your telling me this because...?”

Eskel groaned and shook his head, “You are so smart, but you can be so stupid sometimes. He’s lying Lambert! He’s not auditing the class!”

Lambert’s eyes widened, “Right! Because I would have to have given him permission. The little fucker.”

“Well, he certainly wants to be the little fucker doesn’t he?” Eskel grinned.

Lambert sputtered as his face turned red, “He does not!”

Eskel laughed, “Come on Lamby, he asked you out for lunch.”

“Don’t call me that,” Lambert growled.

“Who asked you out for lunch?”

Eskel and Lambert looked over to see Geralt walk into Eskel’s office. Eskel grinned, “Lambert’s got a not so secret admirer.”

Geralt raised a brow, “Oh? Who?”

Lambert sighed and shook his head, “Some student who’s not my student.” He glanced at his watch and stood up. “I gotta go.”

“Lunch time already?” Eskel smirked. Lambert glared at him. 

Geralt frowned in confusion, “You’re going to lunch with a student?”

“I may be an asshole Geralt but I’m not impolite enough to stand him up,” Lambert growled as he exited the room.

Geralt turned to Eskel questioningly. Eskel waved at him, “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry. I’ll explain.”

~~~

Lambert frowned when he saw Jaskier. He gave him a nod and headed over to him. “Hey…” Lambert mumbled as he took a seat in front of him.

Jaskier beamed as he sat down, “I’m glad you could make it. I started to worry you had class or something.”

Lambert scoffed, “You should have waited for me to respond. Would have saved yourself the worry.”

Jaskier looked down sheepishly as he fidgeted with his hands, “I didn’t want you to say no…”

Lambert glanced at Jaskier and sighed, “...no harm no foul… have you had a chance to look at the menu?”

Jaskier brightened again as he looked up, “Kinda… there is so much to choose from. I was hoping you could recommend something?”

Lambert grinned, “Yeah, sure. They have some great Beef Pho. If you like spicy food their curry is pretty great. I always get a side of wantons. Oh! And they have this drink that has this gummy bubble shit in it. Have you had it before?”

Jaskier giggled and shook his head, “No, I don’t think I have.”

Lambert frowned, “What are you laughing at?”

“Sorry,” Jaskier covered his mouth, “I meant no offense… I’ve just never seen you talk so excitedly about anything. It was cute…”

Lambert’s face grew red as he quickly stood up, “Let’s go order our food.”

Jaskier followed after him questioningly, “What do you mean?”

Lambert pointed to the register, “You order and pay at the same time. Then they call out your order number.”

“Ohh,” Jaskier gasped, “I see.” He stood beside and slightly behind Lambert as they waited in line to order.

Lambert frowned when he saw where he was standing. He grabbed Jaskier’s arm and pulled him to stand next to him, “Hey, if we’re having lunch together then act like it.”

Jaskier’s face reddened, “Ah? Oh… sorry.” He smiled and stared at his feet.

When they reached the front of the line Lambert gave the cashier his order. When he finished he elbowed Jaskier, “Your turn.”

Jaskier’s eyes widened and he quickly shook his head, “Ah, I was gonna pay for my own--”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lambert growled, “I’m not going to have a college kid pay for his own food. Now hurry up and order.”

Jaskier nodded as he bit his lower lip, “Right, I’ll have the beef pho… and some green apple boba tea?” He glanced up at Lambert to make sure the pricier drink was alright.

Lambert huffed a laugh and nodded his head, “We’ll have some wantons too.” He nudged Jaskier, “You like wantons?”

Jaskier smiled, “Yes…”

Lambert grinned as he paid. He glanced back at Jaskier as they headed to their table to wait for their food, “Why are you so shy all of a sudden? You seemed so confident earlier.”

Jaskier blushed and covered his face with his hands, “I lost my confidence when I was waiting for you to show up… I was so anxious. I thought you weren’t going to come.”

“Hmmm,” Lambert rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head as he examined the younger man, “I guess it’s a good thing I’m not a jerk who would stand someone up.”

Jaskier glanced over his fingers, the majority of his face still covered by his hands. “Yes,” he mumbled, “I’m very lucky…” His eyes ran over Lambert’s body. His heart quickened as he admired Lambert’s strong forearms visible due to his rolled up shirt sleeves. 

“So… um…” Jaskier lowered his hands, “what do you like to do in your spare time?”

“Drink with my friends, watch sitcoms, workout, stuff like that,” Lambert shrugged his shoulders.

Jaskier smiled, “What kind of sitcoms?”

Lambert crossed his arms over his chest, frowning, “I feel like you know a lot more about me than I know about you.”

Jaskier laughed and nodded, “Ah… true… I’m an open book. Ask me whatever you want.”  

Lambert raised an eyebrow questioningly but nodded his head, “Alright, what’s your degree?”

“Music and Arts. I want to be a composer some day,” Jaskier grinned.

“A composer?” Lambert frowned as he leaned forward, “Like Mozart?”

Jaskier laughed, “I guess you could say that.”

“That’s pretty cool,” Lambert grinned, “You must be very talented.”

Jaskier rubbed the back of his head and shrugged, “I don’t know about that.”

The order number was called out and Lambert stood up. Jaskier started to follow him, but he placed a hand on his shoulder, “I got it.”

Jaskier’s heart leaped in his chest. He had known Lambert was his type, but he hadn’t known how much till now. He was quite the gentleman. He bit his lip nervously as he waited for him to return with their food.

Jaskier almost jumped when Lambert set the tray down in front of him. Lambert grinned as he took his seat, setting down his own food. “Bon appetit,” Lambert smirked.

Jaskier smiled and grabbed the chop sticks, “Thank you for the food.”

Lambert shrugged his shoulders, “No problem. Let me know what you think.”

Jaskier hummed as he slurped up the noodles. “Dish ish delishush,” he said around a mouthful of food. 

Lambert laughed, “Didn’t anyone teach you not to talk with your mouth full?”

Jaskier blushed and covered his mouth, “Sorry…”

Lambert smirked as he nudged him under the table with his foot, “I’m just giving you a hard time.”

“Is that so?” Jaskier grinned as he plucked an eggroll from Lambert's plate with his chopsticks.

Lambert whined in exasperation as he watched his eggroll disappear into Jaskier’s mouth, “Hey!”

Jaskier laughed, almost choking on the eggroll. “That’s for making fun of me,” he coughed.

Lambert chuckled and shook his head, “Eggroll going down nice?”

Jaskier hummed as his eyes flicked up and down over Lambert, “Not as nice as some other things would...”

Heat rose up in Lambert’s cheeks at the innuendo. He frowned in embarrassment. “Uh, why don’t you-- have you-- Boba tea?”

“Oh, right!” Jaskier smiled as he grabbed his glass, “I haven’t tried this yet.” He wrapped his lips around the large straw, sucking up the dark bubbles. “Mmm,” he licked his lips in satisfaction as he chewed the tapioca pearls, “this is really good!”

Lambert nodded, grateful for the subject change, “Yeah, it’s weird, but still tasty.”

“I could eat these large balls all day,” Jaskier smirked as he gazed across the table at Lambert.

Lambert cleared his throat as he turned toward his food, “So… uh, you said you wanted to be a composer. Have you composed any songs?”

Jaskier nodded, “I sure have… I uh, have one of them on my phone.”

“Really?” Lambert held out his hand, “Let me hear.”

Jaskier blushed and pulled out his headphones. He set the phone up with his song then handed it to Lambert, “Just press play…”

Lambert put in the headphones and played the song. A gentle melody came through the earbuds followed by a silky voice. He glanced up at Jaskier, “Is that you singing?”

“Yeah…” Jaskier replied quietly, nodding.

Lambert smirked as he continued to listen to the song. He didn’t know much about music, but he could tell the kid had talent. When the song finished he handed Jaskier back his phone, “That is fucking amazing.”

Jaskier wrapped up his headphones and shrugged his shoulders, “It’s nothing special…”

Lambert growled, “Like hell it isn’t. You are talented, kid. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Jaskier smiled slightly and nodded his head, his cheeks tinted pink, “Thanks.”

Lambert nodded and continued eating his food, “No thanks needed. Hurry and finish your food. My lunch is almost up. You take the bus here?”

Jaskier nodded as he quickly ate his food.

“I’ll give you a ride back to the university in my car.”

Jaskier waved his hands, “You don’t need to do that.”

Lambert raised an eyebrow, “Why? You done with classes for the day? I can drop you off at your place.”

Jaskier sputtered and shook his head, “No I, um, I don’t want to put you out…”

Lambert chuckled, “You invite me to lunch without allowing me to give an answer and now you don’t want to put me out?”

Jaskier hunched his shoulders as he stared down at his hands guiltily, “Ah… sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Lambert kicked him gently, “I had a good time. Let me take you where you need to go as thanks.”

Jaskier beamed, “Really? You mean it? You had a good time?”

Lambert frowned, “Do I look like a liar? Now where should I drop you off?”

“Um, well, I guess the dorms if you don’t mind?” Jaskier glanced up expectantly.

Lambert nodded, shoving a wonton in his mouth. “Shor,” he said around the mouthful. He finished chewing before he continued, “To-go containers are over there. Pack up what you want to keep and we’ll head out.”

~~~

“Stay right there,” Lambert called to Jaskier as he was walking over to the passenger car door.

Jaskier fidgeted nervously as he held his to-go container, staring at Lambert questioningly. Lambert walked around the car and opened the door for Jaskier, “Go ahead.”

Jaskier blushed as he entered the car. He had never had anyone open a car door for him before. “Ah… thanks.”

“In all the way?” Lambert asked before closing the door. Jaskier nodded as he smiled to himself. Lambert grinned as he closed the door. He found this move to be very successful with the ladies before taking them back to their place.

Lambert frowned as he walked over to his side of the car. ‘Wait a sec. What the hell am I thinking? I’m not taking this kid back to his place to fuck him,’ he thought bitterly. He growled in frustration, ‘Get your shit together Lambert.’

Lambert indicated to the radio when he started the car, “Put it on whatever you like.”

Jaskier pulled out his phone, “You got bluetooth?”

“Nah, I got a cheap car. I got AUX though,” He held up the cable for Jaskier.

Jaskier nodded and plugged it into his phone. Lambert glanced at Jaskier as he drove them toward the dorms, “You going to play more of your music?”

Jaskier blushed and shook his head, “Ah, no. I’ve just recorded the one…”

“Pity,” Lambert said with sincerity.

It was a short drive back to the dorms. Everything was fairly close to the campus. Jaskier chose a couple songs for them to listen to. He fidgeted with his phone anxiously. He glanced at Lambert, whose eyes were focused on the road.

His heart jumped in his chest. Seeing Lambert from this point of view, his steady gaze, the strongline of his jaw, his hands gripping the steering wheel… it sent shivers down his spine. 

“You’re staring.”

Jaskier flinched and averted his gaze, licking his lips, “Sorry…”

“It wasn’t bothering me,” Lambert sounded amused, “I was only curious as to what your fascination was.”

Jaskier shrugged his shoulders, “I… I just… you are so beautiful.”

Lambert frowned in embarrassment, “I’m… I’m not…” He glanced at Jaskier. The brunette gazing up at him with bright blue eyes, his soft bangs falling into his face. “If anyone is beautiful it’s you…” he muttered returning his eyes to the road.

Jaskier bit his lower lip and laughed, “Thanks…”

Lambert swore under his breath, “Fuck… I…” He sighed and pulled up next to the dorms. “We’re here… is this good?”

Jaskier smiled, “Yes! Thank you for lunch and the ride.”

Lambert nodded, “No problem.” He watched as Jaskier exited the car and walked around the front toward the dorms. He was about to pull away when he saw Jaskier run back up and motion for him to roll down his window.

“What’s wrong? Forget something?” Lambert smirked.

Jaskier grinned, “Yes.” He leaned forward, placing a kiss on his lips. He smirked at Lambert’s shocked expression. “Later!” 

Lambert watched, still in shock, as Jaskier skipped away. His fingers touched his lips, the ghost of Jaskier’s kiss still present. He frowned as his face grew warm, “Little shit.”

~~~