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Viktor is limping, more than usual. It’s the first thing Jayce notices when the other walks through their tiny apartment after a well deserved morning of sleeping in.
Last night was crazy. They broke into Professor Heimerdinger's office and they finally managed to create their hextech dream. A dream that sparked in Jayce’s mind oh so many years ago, when his fingers were frostbitten and he thought he had lost his most important person for good. A dream that came to life thanks to Viktor.
Now he has a second person close to his heart, one that leans heavily on his cane as he walks towards him.
“Morning sleepyhead,” Jayce greets.
Viktor sighs. “I needed that.”
“We did have a crazy night, can’t blame you.”
Viktor traces a finger along the edge of the desk, brushing away some of the paperwork Jayce was busying himself with. “How can you get up so early and work?”
Jayce looks up at the other, a fond smile curling on his lips. “We aren’t done yet. The council still needs to make a decision and I need to convince them of—”
His words get cut off when Viktor leans down to press a kiss against his mouth.
“Hey,” Jayce stops him.
“You can take a break sometimes,” Viktor whispers against his lips, kissing him again.
Jayce knows Viktor is right, he really wants to take a break, already when he left their bed this morning he wanted to stay longer, cuddle with his loved one and celebrate their success. But work calls, work always calls, as Viktor likes to put it.
Maybe Jayce works too much?
Viktor sighs against Jayce’s mouth before he attempts to straighten up again. As he does he loses his balance, his weak leg giving in, that not even his cane can stop him from falling.
A strong hand comes up instinctively, catching Viktor before he can stumble and fall to the ground.
“You okay?” Jayce asks, worry seeping through his voice.
“It’s nothing,” Viktor replies, straightening up with the help of his partner and giving him a weak smile.
“Doesn’t look like nothing.” Jayce now rises to his feet too, one hand still supporting Viktor. “Want to sit down?”
Viktor bites his lip in an obvious attempt to hide his pain from Jayce.
Jayce shakes his head, then he makes a decision. With one skilled swoop Viktor lands in his arms, much to the dismay and embarrassment of him.
“Put me down,” he protests, face already reddening.
“Nope.”
“Jayce! Put me down.”
“I’ll put you down when we reach the bed. You aren’t going anywhere with your leg being like that.”
“It’s nothing,” Viktor protests halfheartedly.
Jayce shakes his head. “It’s not nothing,” his voice softens. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Viktor doesn’t reply. Instead, he hooks his arm around Jayce’s neck and lets it happen. With firm steps Jayce carries him into the adjoining bedroom, the one they’ve been sharing for a while now. The bed they spend their nights in, the bed they make love when the moment feels right.
He walks towards the bed, lowering himself to lay Viktor down again. But Viktor isn’t the type of person to just let Jayce get his way, without him getting something out of it too.
It’s a futile attempt of placing Viktor on the bed, one that leads to Jayce being dragged down with him. They are a bundle of limbs, shaken by giggles, as Viktor pulls Jayce onto the bed and into the soft blankets and pillows.
“Take a break,” Viktor whispers, again. “Just do nothing for once.”
“Viktor,” Jayce starts, already knowing that he can’t fight this man. “I need to—”
“No you don’t,” Viktor interrupts, one hand fisting the front of Jayce’s shirt and pulling him closer. “All you have to do is relax.”
“Relax, hm?” Jayce hums against Viktor’s lips, already giving up at least the next hour. “You sure you want to relax?”
Viktor leans back into the sheets to eye Jayce. “Hmm…”
“That’s what I thought,” Jayce replies, lips finding Viktor’s again.
“For now,” Viktor mumbles against Jayce, as he responds to the repeated smack of lips against his mouth.
Jayce’s arms come around him, holding him close as they continue their ray of lazy kisses, sinking further into their bed and embracing each other.
For Jayce this is all he needs, for now. Of course they are both chasing their dream, together. But these moments with Viktor, sometimes just a brief kiss before Viktor leaves, sometimes just falling asleep in each other’s embrace, and sometimes these moments of cuddling turning into more, is all that Jayce needs.
Jayce is lying on his back, one arm draped around Viktor’s shoulder tightly, holding him there while Viktor’s hand traces patterns over Jayce’s stomach, humming a foreign melody, when he asks.
“Your leg—?”
Viktor interrupts his humming. “Being up all night, it’s not good for it.”
Jayce frowns. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s nothing.” Viktor shakes his head, hair falling into his face, framing his handsome features.
Jayce reaches out, brushing a strand of hair back, fingers lingering on Viktor’s high cheekbone. “I don’t mind carrying you,” he whispers.
Viktor laughs. “Show-off.”
“What?”
“Yeah, you just want to show that you are strong enough to do so!” Viktor continues laughing and Jayce can’t help but join him.
“Aren’t you happy I can pick you up sometimes?” Jayce wiggles with his eyebrows suggestively, earning him a gentle slap against his peck.
“Perv.”
“How am I the perv? I wasn’t the one who dragged you into bed.” It almost hurts to keep his smile at bay at Viktor’s scandalized expression.
“I just wanted to cuddle! ”
“Sure,” Jayce replies, mischief in his eyes. “You always just want to cuddle.”
“Because it’s true! Hey!”
Viktor calls out, before falling into giggling as Jayce flips him onto his back and peppers his neck with kisses, while his hands find their way onto Viktor’s stomach.
“Of course, our well-behaved Viktor would never want anything but cuddles. The same way he would never break into Professor Heimerdinger’s office in the middle of the night.”
“Jayce!” Viktor shouts, breathless from the laughing, as Jayce’s hands now start tickling him. “It’s—”
“Want me to stop?” Jayce asks against the pale skin of Viktor’s nape.
“N-no!” Viktor giggles, squirming underneath him now. “J-just— Come here!”
His hand finds Jayce’s face, nudging him to face him. For a moment they stare at each other, Jayce’s fingers now stilled on the warm, bare skin of Viktor’s stomach. Then, Jayce closes the distance, lips crashing against each other.
It’s all tongue and teeth, drooly and uncontrolled, as they fall into a passionate kiss. Jayce’s fingers trail upwards, over hip bones and ribs, finding their way to fumble on Viktor’s chest.
Viktor moans and gasps into Jayce’s mouth, pressing his hips upwards to rub his growing erection against Jayce’s body.
Jayce can just stop himself from ripping every single button on Viktor’s shirt as he starts opening up the fabric. He pushes it to the side, his mouth already trailing lower, nibbling on Viktor’s neck, then on his clavicles.
“No marks,” Viktor moans.
“I know,” Jayce breathes against hot skin, mouth wandering lower.
No marks where someone could see it to avoid any questions. Neither of them wants to deal with stares or rumours. They have enough on their plate without a scandal.
But there are places where Jayce is allowed to leave marks, and Jayce leaves marks.
It’s not just Viktor’s chest that he paints red with bitemarks and blooming hickeys. There is a spot that Jayce loves especially, one that he often bruises when he grips Viktor a little too hard during their lovemaking. Viktor bruises easily either way, but Jayce leaves marks there on purpose. It’s how he leaves his claim on Viktor, tainting his skin in red and purple, reminding Viktor that he has someone to return to.
Jayce’s mouth travels lower, over the flat of Viktor’s stomach, finding his destination on the right hip bone. There is a mole, a single lonely mole, asking to be kissed. Jayce would never decline a mole asking for affection, especially not one looking as beautiful as its owner.
His lips press against it, licking over it and sucking on it. He can hear Viktor pant above him, feel his hips press upwards underneath him, asking for more. Jayce bites down on the spot, nibbling and kissing it while his fingers find their way under the band of Viktor’s pants.
He tucks on them, slowly pushing them over the curve of Viktor’s ass and leaving everything to lay bare in front of him. One hand keeps Viktor in place at the hip, the other finds his cock and encircles it.
“J-Jayce,” Viktor moans when Jayce’s hand strokes him for the first time.
“What do you want to do?” Jayce asks, voice a soft murmur against hot skin. “Relax?”
Viktor muffles another moan before he manages to respond. “You were the one who was supposed to relax.”
Jayce laughs, mouth travelling over Viktor’s stomach now, leaving behind a trail of kisses, while one hand still holds on to his cock firmly.
“Yet you are so hard for me.”
“Ngh.”
“Do you want to fuck?” Jayce asks, cutting straight to the point.
To his surprise Viktor shakes his head. Jayce’s hand halts momentarily to listen to what Viktor has to say.
“My leg is already bad. If you fuck me I won’t be able to walk until after tomorrow.”
Jayce doesn’t want to look unhappy about the response, after all, he was the one who didn’t want to go back to bed, and Viktor has a valid point. Viktor limping because of his leg is one thing, Viktor limping because of Jayce fucking him into the sheets, a whole different story.
“Alright,” Jayce replies, hand stroking Viktor lazily, while his other starts fumbling with his own pants.
He doesn’t want to let go of Viktor, too beautiful the concert of moans and gasps coming from the other while he has his fun with him, so he struggles with his own garments for a moment. Eventually he manages to get them to move, freeing his own erection.
With one hand on his own and the other on Viktors cock he lowers his head.
He starts with a dart of his tongue, licking up the precum already leaving Viktor’s body there. He is met with one of these beautiful moans, the ones that he loves to hear whenever he gets to have his way with Viktor.
Next he opens his mouth, slowly fitting the head of Viktor’s cock into his mouth. Instinctively, one of Viktor’s hands finds the back of Jayce’s head, while the other fists the sheets violently. If Viktor could, he would be pulling Jayce’s hair, but the hair is too short to pull, so his nails simply dig into the skin of Jayce’s skull.
Jayce doesn’t mind the sharp sting of nails against his skull. He lowers his head, wrapping his lips firmly around Viktor’s cock while holding him at the base. He takes him into his mouth, his tongue licks over the soft, salty skin of Viktor’s shaft. Jayce could do that everyday.
Viktor’s hip moves upwards, meeting him in the middle, forcing Jayce to take him in deeper. He feels the tip of Viktor’s cock against the back of his throat, before he pulls his head back again.
His ears are filled with Viktor’s moans and mewls as he continues sucking and lapping at his beautiful cock, bobbing his head up and down to draw reactions out of Viktor.
Because every single thing about Viktor is beautiful. From the way he walks, hunching onto that cane, to the way he speaks, that subtle accent giving everything that foreign touch, to the way he lays here, clothes disheveled, face flushed red from excitement, moans and gasps escaping his mouth.
Slowly, Jayce lets off from Viktor, kissing his way up again, one hand remaining to pump Viktor steadily. He lingers on Viktor’s chest, pressing kisses against pink buds, nibbling and biting down on them, earning himself quiet gasps as a response. Finally, he faces Viktor again, pressing a kiss against the corner of Viktor’s lips.
Before Viktor finds the time to say something, Jayce’s hand clasps around both of their cocks now, holding them together.
“Jayce,” Viktor gasps at the friction.
“Relax, remember?” Jayce replies, kissing the same spot on Viktor’s lip again.
Slowly, he starts to move his hand, rubbing the delicate skin of their cocks against each other. The friction against the sensitive skin makes Jayce moan out too.
He finds a steady rhythm of his hand accompanied by gasps and quiet moans, filling the air with nothing but the shared heat of each other's bodies. All the two of them can hear are the whispered promises between their mewls, the smacking of lips against each other, the licking of tongues finding one another.
The feeling of Viktor’s hardness, mixed with the velvety soft skin against his own cock makes Jayce’s head spin from the pleasure. With every pump of his hand around their lengths he feels as if he is losing himself a little more in this feeling of being together.
It’s their bubble, the place where both of them can be who they want to, without concerning themselves with tomorrow, or even just the next ten minutes. Jayce wants to remain in this moment, the moment when their most intimate spots connect to each other, the moment where time feels like it stands still and nothing but the other matters to the world.
Jayce would do anything to just stay. Anything to just be with Viktor and stay there, not troubling himself with the what ifs and the possibilities of their discoveries. At the end of the day, Jayce wants to fall into bed with Viktor here and no one else.
His hand speeds up when Viktor’s moans pitch higher, indicating Jayce that his partner is nearing his orgasm. Jayce himself is also only holding on to a strand of self restraint, keeping him from bursting already.
Viktor’s breath quickens as his orgasm overcomes him, shaking him violently. Jayce leans back to enjoy the full view of Viktor coming all over himself. There is something so primal and erotic about it, the way Viktor’s body responds so naturally to Jayce’s ministration, the way Viktor’s face is shaken by pleasure, that passion overcomes Jayce too, spilling his own seed over his hand and Viktor’s body.
Jayce closes his eyes, one last shuddering breath escaping his body, before he rolls off of Viktor. Both pant heavily, still overwhelmed by the force of their orgasms. They stay there for a few moments, catching their breaths and bathing in their post orgasm bliss.
“Let me—” Jayce starts, one hand searching the side of the bed in hopes to find a napkin.
“I got…” Viktor replies, already wiping over his stomach with his handkerchief. “Here.”
He hands it to Jayce who wipes his fingers clean. Then, Viktor rolls to the side, placing his head onto Jayce’s chest. Jayce reaches out, pulling their cover over him.
If Jayce could, he would hide Viktor from everyone, only letting his own eyes see him for the perfect man he is. But Jayce can’t. All he can do is hold him as close as he can, hidden under a cover and keep him there. Making sure he is happy, warm and fed.
Jayce presses a kiss against the crown of Viktor’s head, humming into the familiar scent of the other.
He knows the moment is fleeting, but for now, it’s enough.
And when he learns, much later in life, that it was never enough, he can’t help but think back on these times fondly. Maybe this was the time of their life, their dream that brought them so close together, but ultimately pulled them apart in the end.