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The first time was really an accident, much like the random errors Viktor made when he was conducting an experiment: unexpected, alarming, exciting.
It was an anomaly in the otherwise mundane and comfortable routine of him and Jayce staying up late to push their theories and equations just that little bit further, fuelling each other’s dwindling energy as the night turned to the early hours of morning. Half-delirious in the cosy, familiar lamplight of their shared apartment, knees nudging on the sofa, fingers brushing as they both added and scribbled out runes and notes on the notepad between them… it was a liminal space, stolen time away from the real world, and Viktor was half-asleep already. Because of this, it didn’t seem so insane when their eyes caught and held on a shared laugh and Jayce leaned in to kiss him. It didn’t feel like Viktor was doing anything wrong by pressing into the contact, into the warmth, into the precious and rare feeling of just enjoying something without thinking about it.
The kiss went on for some small stretch of time, slow and sleepy and scattered with smiles and shy touches and soft sounds; it was interrupted by Viktor yawning, pulling back and covering his mouth in embarrassment, his already-warm face heating up as Jayce snickered and told him teasingly that he was sorry to be such a boring kisser. Jayce looked aglow, though, relaxed and bright-eyed, as he clambered to his feet and held out his hand to help Viktor up.
“It’s sunrise in two hours,” he said, rubbing at one eye, effortlessly pulling Viktor to his feet, “and we have that meeting at nine with Heimerdinger.”
“Ah, damn it,” Viktor mumbled, looking back down at their forgotten notes. “Well, we probably have enough to satisfy him that we’re making progress…”
“’Course we do,” said Jayce easily, giving him a smile that turned into a yawn even bigger than Viktor’s had been. “See you in the morning!”
With a squeeze of his hand, Jayce headed off to bed. Viktor sighed, picking up his cane and ignoring the mugs and plates still sitting on the table from earlier in the evening; they’d have to wait until morning. He made his way to his own room, stripped down and crawled into bed. It was only when he was lying in the quiet dark, spiralling into sleep to the familiar, rhythmic aches throughout his body, that he really registered what had transpired.
He opened his eyes and frowned at the invisible ceiling, touching his fingertips to his mouth. Jayce had kissed him. They had kissed, properly, something Viktor hadn’t done in a very long time. He still remembered, as clear as yesterday, being seventeen and kissing his friend in a fit of teenage impulse and naive hope. He remembered the disgust on that boy’s face, how much more that disgust had hurt than the scrapes or bruises from being shoved to the ground. He remembered the whispers and glances from the other kids. He remembered how relieved he’d been to get his place at the Academy, to start over and not repeat his mistakes. He’d never kissed anyone in the decade since, had thought for years that he’d successfully cut out that part of himself.
But then… Jayce. Jayce, beautiful in every way, earnest and open and brimming with trust and respect. Viktor had known from very early on what he was feeling, but he’d pushed it firmly down. He was not going to repeat his mistakes.
And now Jayce had gone and kissed him.
Why? Had Jayce perhaps been experimenting, seeing if he liked kissing men, any man? Had he been drunk, without Viktor realising? Had it been some kind of sleep-deprived error of judgement on his part, and Viktor had taken advantage? But Jayce hadn’t seemed unsure. He’d seemed… eager.
Viktor woke up the next day and half-convinced himself it had been a dream. He watched Jayce warily over their morning coffee and on the trip to Heimerdinger’s office, but then they were presenting their findings and talking about their work, which required all of Viktor’s attention. He wasn’t remotely thinking about the kiss anymore as the two of them left the meeting and made their way to the lab, engrossed in their discussion about how they ought to proceed with their research.
“I mean, we have to prioritise the Hexgates,” Jayce was saying as he pushed the door open and held it for Viktor to pass through into their work sanctum. “I don’t think Heimerdinger is being fair to criticise our focus on that.”
“He has a point, though, that we really aren’t getting anything else we talked about done,” Viktor frowned as he reached the workbench and turned to lean against it, relieved to take the weight off his throbbing leg and aching back. Jayce came to a halt in front of him, also frowning.
“Yeah, but the Hexgates are a huge project,” Jayce argued, folding his arms. “And we need the funding from them to even think about any of the other stuff.”
“I know, I know,” sighed Viktor, staring unseeing at the floor, mind ticking over. It was a familiar conversation. “We’re stretched thin, just the two of us. We never picked up that discussion about hiring assistance. We have the budget, yes?”
He met Jayce’s eyes, seeing reluctance there. Jayce dropped his arms, scratching at his neck, his expression unhappy. “Ah, maybe, but… I like it just the two of us.”
Viktor smiled, fond but exasperated. “You have said this before, but Jayce, sentiment has little place in the pursuit of science. Besides, what exactly are you afraid will happen, if we have another person in the lab?”
“I’m not afraid,” Jayce scoffed, stepping closer. Closer than he normally stood, between Viktor’s knees. Viktor’s skin prickled with awareness as he tipped his chin up slightly to hold Jayce’s unwavering gaze. “But if there’s another person here, I’m not sure you’ll let me do this…”
He touched Viktor’s jaw lightly, his intent eyes moving down to Viktor’s mouth, yet Viktor still felt floored when Jayce leaned down and kissed him. He kissed back without realising for several seconds before a shockwave of panic pulsed through him and he pushed Jayce away with a gasp.
“What are you doing?”
Jayce blinked at him, lips parted, cheeks pink. “What do you- I thought, after last night…”
Viktor licked his lips unconsciously at the memory, feeling more flustered and confused by the second. “Right, yes, but- but- this is all out of nowhere, why-”
“Hey, hey,” soothed Jayce, holding out his hands placatingly, his eyes anxious. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spring this on you. I thought we might be on the same page, but if not, that’s OK.”
“Same page,” Viktor repeated weakly, shaking his head. “I don’t think we’re even on the same book, Jayce.”
Jayce dropped his hands, mouth pursing and twisting. Viktor stared at it, then reminded himself that was inappropriate, then thought incredulously that Jayce kept kissing him with that mouth, so what was appropriate anymore?
“So… you don’t want to do the kissing thing. That’s OK-”
“No, no!” Viktor said quickly, pushing to his feet, ignoring the way his leg trembled under the weight, a thin shelf bowing under too many books. “I just… I was not expecting you to… anyway. I am… not opposed to the kissing thing.”
Jayce’s pinched expression eased and brightened into a clear, pleased grin. “Great! So…?”
He stepped forward again, hopeful, and Viktor abruptly decided for once in his life not to question what was happening. Whatever Jayce’s reasons for wanting to introduce randomly making out into their friendship, Viktor was going to simply enjoy it. When else in his life would he ever get such an opportunity again?
So, he grabbed Jayce by the front of his waistcoat and pulled him down to meet him.
It became a regular pastime. It was an unspoken rule between them not to interrupt work with it, unlike that very first kiss, so they rarely touched each other at all in the lab except for a few memorable interludes. At home, though, Viktor spent his evenings lightheaded with anticipation, because at some point, every day, Jayce kissed him. Sometimes it was as soon as they were both home, sometimes it was while they were preparing dinner or washing up, sometimes it was later in the evening when they were settled on the sofa talking or reading.
It never went further than kissing, for which Viktor was both disappointed and relieved. He wanted Jayce, of course, but lusting after his best friend felt creepy and shameful. So, he kept his hands strictly above the waist, often limiting himself to just resting them on Jayce’s shoulders or cupping his neck or messing up his hair with his fingers. He didn’t ask why Jayce didn’t want more; it seemed an obvious question with a depressing answer. Viktor was already baffled enough that Jayce even wanted to kiss him, and hadn’t gotten tired of it after more than a week had gone by.
He also didn’t ask what was happening between them or why. His best guess was that Jayce was a physically affectionate person who was undoubtedly used to amorous attention, looking the way he did, but since the two of them were always holed up at the lab or at home there was no one else around for Jayce to kiss. Jayce probably just… liked making out, and didn’t mind that it was Viktor, because he was fond enough of him that he was able to overlook how physically off-putting and inexperienced and awkward Viktor was.
It was three weeks to the day after their first kiss – not that Viktor was counting – when Jayce approached him where he was standing at the chalkboard in their apartment, fists on his hips as he surveyed his vast kingdom of scribbled half-thoughts and connections and guesses. Viktor hummed a distracted thanks as Jayce put a fresh cup of tea down for him on the table nearby.
“How was the Council thing?” Viktor asked after a minute had gone by and Jayce was still just standing there in silence, sipping his own tea, presumably trying to make sense of Viktor’s chaotic work on the chalkboard.
“Eh, not as productive as your morning, from the looks of it. You know most people actually do something that’s not work, on their days off?”
Viktor tossed him a sardonic look over his shoulder. “Oh, like you can talk?”
Jayce pressed his lips together and shrugged, eyes sparkling, as he sipped at his tea with no further comment.
“I think I’m close to getting somewhere,” Viktor sighed, turning back to his work, rubbing a hand tiredly over his face. “It’s evading me, though.”
“You need to take a break,” Jayce said, putting his tea down and moving to stand beside Viktor. Viktor turned to face him, opening his mouth to ask Jayce’s opinion on the main conundrum, but Jayce took one look at him and broke into a wide grin.
“What?”
“You, uh…” Jayce raised a hand as he spoke to gently grasp Viktor’s chin, stepping closer. Viktor went still, caught on Jayce’s warm gaze, thoughts paused in his mind as Jayce licked his thumb and then swiped it over Viktor’s cheekbone. “You had chalk on your face.”
The room was lit up with midday sunlight and Jayce was facing the window, so he was glowing golden, all olive skin and rich whiskey-brown eyes. Viktor opened his mouth but could find no words, dizzy as Jayce shifted his hands to cup Viktor’s face, his own expression turning unbearably soft.
“What is it?” Viktor asked, uncertain. Jayce sighed, thumbs stroking Viktor’s cheeks, his own darkening with a flush, but he didn’t break eye contact as he replied.
“Nothing new. You’re just… y’know. Gorgeous.”
Viktor blinked, then blinked again, trying to process the words. Jayce was leaning in to kiss him, but he halted as Viktor spoke, his voice sharp and too loud.
“What?”
Jayce pulled back, eyebrows raising. “What?”
“Gorgeous,” Viktor repeated as though it was a word he’d never heard before. And he never had, directed at him, because that was fucking ludicrous.
“Oh,” Jayce said, brow furrowing as though dismayed, “you don’t like that word? Sorry. How about… you’re very handsome?”
He gave a teasing smile as he said it, sliding his hands down to squeeze Viktor’s shoulders. Viktor was feeling a rising, choking gush of distress and anger. He had thought Jayce respected him more than this.
“Don’t,” he snapped, pulling back and out of Jayce’s hold, steadying himself against the chalkboard as his leg spasmed and wobbled beneath him. “Don’t… coddle me.”
“Coddle you? Viktor-”
“You don’t have to tell me pretty stories, Jayce,” Viktor cut across him, relieved that his voice was clear and steady despite the thickness he could feel creeping up his throat. He lifted his chin, levelling Jayce with a firm look. “I have never, ever wanted your pity, so if that is what all this has been about-”
“What are you talking about?” Jayce said, frustration clear in his voice and face. “Why are you so mad that I called you handsome?”
“Because I don’t appreciate being lied to!”
Jayce shook his head incredulously. “Lied to?”
“I know what I am, Jayce,” Viktor spat. Jayce stared at him.
“And what’s that?”
Viktor felt the question tear at him like a wound reopening, felt the words spill out of him, raw and bloody. “Weak. Sick. Broken. Decaying.”
Jayce flinched back from him, eyes wide and shocked. “That’s how you see yourself?”
“That’s how I am.”
“No, it’s not,” Jayce said, mouth trembling, clearly upset but determined to argue back. “That’s not how you are to me.”
Viktor felt something lurch in his chest, but he shook his head and went to turn away, blinking back the sting in his eyes. Jayce grabbed him by the arms, stopping him, giving him a small shake.
“No, think about it for a second, you’re smarter than this. Why do you think I keep kissing you damn near every chance I get?”
Viktor set his jaw, balling his hands into fists, humiliation an unwelcome addition to the emotions already crawling inside his belly. “I honestly don’t know. Why, then?”
“Because it’s you!” Jayce threw his hands into the air, exasperated. “Because you’re brilliant, and an incredible person, and my best friend. And, yeah, I’ll say it if you’re gonna make me say it, you- you’re hot.”
Viktor gave a bark of choked, disbelieving laughter, shaking his head, which was spinning wildly. “You… no, you…”
“Can you try to see it from my perspective?” Jayce asked, imploring; when Viktor met his eyes and nodded weakly, he began pacing in a small square as he ranted, gesticulating wildly. “A year ago I was at rock bottom, and then suddenly there’s this handsome, charming, genius stranger who just swans in and says he wants to be research partners. He solves the goddamn Hextech problem overnight, he gets me completely, he’s funny, he’s kind, he’s hot- yes, Viktor, hot, I mean, the eyes? The hands? The fucking accent, are you kidding me? Is that even your real accent, or do you just do it to mess with me?”
“Yes,” Viktor whispered. “I mean, yes, of course it’s my real accent.”
“Then,” continued Jayce as though Viktor hadn’t spoken, still pacing, “after a full year of being driven insane on a daily basis, I finally get brave enough to kiss him, and he kisses back, and it’s fucking perfect. Then I call him gorgeous, because he is, and he freaks out and tells me he’s… all this shit that is just so obviously untrue. So, I’ve spent a year losing my mind over him, fantasising, pining, and he calls me a liar when I tell him he’s handsome. And bear in mind, this is the smartest guy I know. Does that sound remotely rational to you?”
Jayce came to a halt, prodding him in the chest, eyebrows raised in challenge. Viktor opened and then closed his mouth. He was no stranger to Jayce’s characteristically impassioned speeches whenever he got worked up about something, but still, he felt stunned. He knew Jayce wasn’t cruel enough to pull some sort of prank on him by making such things up, and it seemed unlikely that Jayce was suffering a mental break, so…
“It sounds to me,” Viktor said quietly, voice shaking, “like you are the first person to have ever thought… well. Certainly the first person to have ever said such things about him.”
The fierce expression on Jayce’s face shuttered and turned horribly sad; he stepped close again, holding Viktor’s shoulders. “Viktor. Even… even if that’s true… I mean it. I want you, I always have, and that’s why I keep kissing you. OK?”
“OK,” breathed Viktor, although he wasn’t sure he really had the mental capacity left to really comprehend what Jayce was saying. Somewhere at the back of his mind he was trying to process the idea that Jayce had spent their entire friendship… pining, he had said, which… fucking hell. It was too much to think about. He didn’t want to think anymore.
He wanted, as he so often did, to test a theory.
Hooking a hand around the back of Jayce’s neck, Viktor pulled him down into a firm kiss, swallowing the small surprised sound this elicited. He pressed up into it, employing everything he’d learned in the previous three weeks, his free hand sliding around Jayce’s back to pull them flush together, which earned him another muffled noise. One of Jayce’s hands dropped to Viktor’s waist, fingers digging in, while the other threaded through Viktor’s hair. Viktor had always held back before, unwilling to push things further than Jayce wanted. This time, though, he abandoned caution and deepened the kiss, parting his lips, holding Jayce’s face in both hands.
It paid off immediately; Viktor gasped as he found himself turned and pressed back against the chalkboard, glancing breathlessly over his shoulder to see it was Jayce’s work he was ruining.
“Jayce,” he panted, though he was already distracted by a warm mouth moving down his jaw and throat, his head tipping back unconsciously, his arms snaking around Jayce’s neck. “We’re mess- messing up your, ah, work.”
“I don’t give a shit,” Jayce replied huskily against his skin, breathing hard. He slid a knee between Viktor’s thighs, hands tight on his waist, and it startled a moan out of Viktor, who arched against him. “Fuck…”
Viktor felt a little mad, but in a good way, a euphoric way. Rarely did experiments go this well. He was grabbing and spinning Jayce without thinking about it, leaning on him at the same time to keep from falling, pushing him up against the chalkboard so he could test out some more ideas. Jayce slid down enough to put them at a roughly equal height, tilting his head to the side and exhaling a whimper when Viktor bit lightly at his neck, clutching at him, hips jerking.
“Ah, you like that,” Viktor murmured, licking over the faint red mark, and Jayce made a strained noise.
“Are you making observations?” he panted, although Viktor wasn’t really listening because Jayce’s hands were pushing between them and tugging his waistcoat buttons undone. “Would you like your noteb-”
Viktor kissed him quiet with a smile, shrugging out of his waistcoat as Jayce pushed it off his shoulders. It already felt overwhelmingly intimate when Jayce ran his hands down Viktor’s back with only the shirt covering his skin; Viktor groaned into the kiss when Jayce’s hands untucked the shirt and slipped beneath, caressing his bare waist. He braced his weight on his stronger leg and moved his own fingers to Jayce’s buttons, then faltered, nerves rushing in. It seemed presumptuous. Foolish. Greedy-
“What are you waiting for?” Jayce breathed, bumping their noses together, and Viktor swallowed down the irrational fear. Viktor was not usually one to be ruled by emotion, or at least he hadn’t thought he was. He was guided by evidence, and the evidence was overwhelming: Jayce desired him. So, he unbuttoned the waistcoat and then the shirt beneath, pressing kisses to Jayce’s jaw and neck, the fear melting into fluttery anticipation in his belly as he pushed the material off broad, pale brown shoulders.
“Jayce,” he whispered as he leaned back to look, even though it really wasn’t anything new; they lived together, he’d seen Jayce shirtless before. But Viktor had always stopped himself from looking too long before, and he’d also never had the opportunity to touch at the same time. Heart hammering, he swallowed and ran his fingertips down Jayce’s chest and stomach, stuttering slightly over warm skin, noting several faint burn scars from working bare-chested in the forge. He was transfixed enough that he didn’t register the hands cupping his jaw until they tilted his face back up to meet Jayce’s smug expression.
“See something you like?”
Viktor rolled his eyes and grabbed Jayce’s waist to yank him in for another slow, attentive kiss, noting as he did so the small, breathy noise Jayce made. Extremely interesting, as was the way he moaned into Viktor’s mouth when their hips pressed together, and how he shuddered in Viktor’s hands and gripped handfuls of his shirt when Viktor sucked a mark into his neck, and how he whimpered and arched when Viktor’s lips moved down over his collarbone to press kisses to his chest.
“You really want this,” Viktor murmured, pulling back a few inches and straightening back up, hands lingering, filled with wonder. Jayce was flushed bright red, panting; he huffed an incredulous laugh, raising his eyebrows.
“Uh, yeah,” he scoffed, gesturing at the very obvious tent in his pants. “What gave it away?”
Viktor looked down, attention immediately fixating, running a fingertip briefly across Jayce’s lower stomach. “Hmm. Perhaps I could- Jayce, could you help me kneel?”
He was already reaching behind himself to detach Jayce’s hands from his shirt, heat sparking as he thought about using his mouth on Jayce. Kneeling wasn’t ideal for him, but it was certainly doable-
“Whoa, whoa, Viktor, wait,” Jayce was saying, drawing Viktor’s gaze back up. He was wide-eyed. “I wasn’t… hinting. You don’t have to do anything.”
Viktor tilted his head, smiling. “But I want to. I’ve- I’ve thought about it before.”
“You have?” breathed Jayce, pupils so huge his eyes looked black. “Shit, really?”
“Mm-hmm, despite my best efforts not to. So, if you could help me-”
He didn’t get any further, since Jayce pulled him in yet again, hands roaming in a way that made Viktor incredibly lightheaded. He barely noticed Jayce tugging his shirt roughly upwards until they parted to get it over Viktor’s head, which normally would have filled him with self-consciousness. The way Jayce looked at him, though, was enough to completely clear his brain of any lingering doubts. Then they were kissing once more, fingers tangled in hair and bodies pressing together, dizzy and delirious.
It could have been two or twenty minutes before Viktor remembered that he’d had a goal in mind. He broke away from Jayce, catching his breath against his neck for a moment before raising his head, feeling wonderfully too-warm. Jayce was a distracting sight, all half-lidded eyes and plush parted lips, but Viktor was good at focusing.
“If you hold my hands,” he said, his voice soft and husky, “I can kneel down.”
Jayce was staring at him as though lost in thought, but after a moment he nodded slowly, catching hold of Viktor’s hands, which felt bizarrely intimate despite everything. Viktor hung off the firm grip as he carefully lowered himself, putting as little weight on his weaker side as possible, adjusting himself once he was kneeling so that there was minimal pressure on his painful knee. It felt somewhat precarious, but then Viktor was undoing Jayce’s trousers and tugging layers of material down over his hard cock, so he was more than a little preoccupied.
He really had no idea what he was doing, having never had such an act performed on himself, but he’d read things and heard things and imagined it enough times to at least know what he wanted to attempt. He felt awkward at first, trying not to think about what he looked like or whether he was even doing anything that felt good, but Jayce’s hands gently carding through his hair felt comforting and his quiet sighs and groans were more than encouraging. Viktor was nowhere near confident enough to try anything more than licking and sucking generously at the head, but it seemed to be working, judging by the increasing desperation of Jayce’s noises and the amount of bitter-edged salt Viktor could taste. He felt a strange, unfamiliar pleasure humming through him at the idea that he was making Jayce feel good. Better than good.
Cautiously, he added a hand, using the excessive amount of saliva to ease his grip. It seemed to make an immediate difference, based on Jayce’s bitten-off swearing and the mildly painful tugging at Viktor’s hair. Viktor was used to pain, but he wasn’t used to liking it. He applied himself with even more enthusiasm than before; he was a quick study, a high achiever, a man of learning, after all. If what he was doing was working, he was going to damn well chase it all the way to success.
Success, it turned out, was a shared endeavour and all the better for it. Jayce pushed him off at a certain point when he seemed to have been close for some time, pink-cheeked and glassy-eyed and frantic, wrapping a hand around himself. Viktor leaned back, breathing heavily and dragging a hand across his mouth, staring up in unabashed awe.
“Need to finish it myself,” Jayce gasped, “but that was, fuck-”
“Helpful, I hope?”
“Shut up,” Jayce exhaled, half-sliding and half-falling to his knees in front of Viktor, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing him open-mouthed and hungry. Viktor clutched at Jayce’s shoulders as he felt himself getting tipped back in Jayce’s hold, twisting and writhing to get his legs unfolded enough to lie back on the floor. They managed it somehow between them, fumbling and panting, and then Jayce was hovering low over him on one elbow, groaning into his mouth as he worked himself faster and faster between their wet, sticky bellies, and it probably should have been disgusting but it was fucking amazing. Viktor felt high on desire, on touch, on the alien relief of feeling so utterly and fervently wanted.
Once Jayce had finished – again, an amount of mess that really should have been more off-putting than it was – he slumped and gasped for breath against Viktor’s neck, close and warm and heavy. Viktor smiled, stroking Jayce’s damp, mussed hair, tracing the sweat-slick curve of his spine, extremely pleased with the entire situation. He was floating inside his own mind, unusually free of thought… until Jayce stirred and rose to his knees, grimacing slightly as he tucked himself back inside his underwear.
“Jayce?” Viktor mumbled, blinking up at him, pushing up onto his elbows. Jayce looked at him and Viktor cringed reflexively as those wide, warm eyes travelled across his skinny frame. He sat up properly as Jayce shuffled back, away from him, swallowing against the fear that Jayce had come to his senses-
“Can I take these off?”
He blinked. “What?”
Jayce was touching the waist of Viktor’s trousers. “These. Would that be OK?”
Viktor looked down himself, opened and then shut his mouth. “Well. Yes, if you w-”
“If I want,” intoned Jayce with a small grin and a shake of his head. He leaned in and brushed his mouth across Viktor’s. “You’re all I want, genius. Lie back.”
Viktor inhaled sharply, closing his eyes against a rush of formless emotion. He did as Jayce bid, hands curled loosely on the floor either side of his head, which was swimming a little as he felt his trousers and underwear being undone and tugged down his legs. Jayce was careful, so it didn’t hurt, but Viktor still felt himself tensing. He wasn’t proud of his body; he rarely thought much upon it except as a source of pain and frustration, a limitation, a failing. The fact that he was stick-thin and ghostly pale didn’t help.
“Hey,” he heard Jayce murmur as he felt a warm, calloused touch running lightly from his knees up to his hips, “what’s wrong?”
Viktor set his jaw, shaking his head, covering his eyes with one hand. “Nothing.”
“Viktor.”
His wrist was pried away; Viktor opened his eyes reluctantly to find Jayce leaning over him, brow furrowed. He sighed and glanced off to the side, embarrassed and annoyed with himself.
“It’s stupid. I would… only be repeating myself.”
Jayce was silent for a moment before he replied. “Do you not think I like what I see?”
Viktor groaned and covered his face again, with both hands this time, his voice muffled. “I don’t want to go on about it, I- can’t we just-”
“No, wait,” Jayce soothed, once more pulling Viktor’s hands away to meet his eyes, his expression unbearably earnest. “Viktor, I said you were gorgeous when you had your clothes on, but I think you need to understand that I absolutely mean it with your clothes off too.”
“That is… hard to believe, when you are so…”
Jayce smirked, raising a brow. “Oh? I’m so what?”
“Irritating,” Viktor snarked, narrowing his eyes. Jayce beamed down at him. “But also… beautiful.”
It was a little staggering to see how Jayce’s whole face went soft and dazzled when Viktor said that. Viktor was expecting the kiss Jayce bestowed upon him, and to some extent he was even expecting his whispered reply.
“You’re beautiful, too.”
Viktor sighed, holding Jayce’s face in his hands and knocking their foreheads together. “I… can only be grateful, if you truly think so.”
“I do truly think so. Can I show you?”
Viktor swallowed, then released Jayce and nodded quickly. He lay back, pliant and breathless, as Jayce kissed down his neck and made his slow way to the point of each shoulder and then down his heaving chest. He blushed and whimpered, head tipping back against the floor, when soft lips and a hot tongue lavished attention on each nipple; he arched as that same attention trailed down his abdomen, warm hands gripping his hips as they jerked upwards.
“Jayce,” Viktor moaned, dizzy as his blood rushed south. His cock had gone soft against his thigh under the weight of his insecurity and anxiety, but it was rapidly filling out again as Jayce touched him. Jayce made a pleased humming sound against Viktor’s belly button, nuzzling lightly at the trail of dark hair below it before he pulled back. Viktor peered at him, breathing hard, and was struck by how covetous he looked as he gently pushed Viktor’s thighs apart, staring between them. Jayce seemed in no hurry, though; he began to press wet, biting kisses into Viktor’s inner thighs, each one drawing a soft, shaky sound from Viktor, who felt drunk and fuzzy with sensation.
It wasn’t surprising, really, that he didn’t last long once Jayce actually took him into his mouth. He sucked cock like he gave speeches, with passion and conviction and a clever tongue; Viktor wouldn’t have stood a chance even if he wasn’t a complete virgin, but as it was it took mere minutes before he was crying out incoherently, hips jerking and stuttering, pain blissfully overridden by pleasure. He had one hand in Jayce’s hair, the nails of the other sliding uselessly against the wooden floor- he felt molten heat rolling and rising low in his belly- he screwed up his face, eyes wet, and went silent as it all peaked, his whole body tensing for several long seconds and then slowly releasing in little pulses. It wasn’t like when he came by himself. It felt more drawn out, stronger, better.
“Fuck,” he gasped, shuddering as he felt Jayce’s mouth still on him, still eagerly swallowing him down. “Ah, J-Jayce, please…”
Jayce slowed and then stopped, pulling free. Viktor felt him drop a kiss on his knee, the one that gave him trouble, and he smiled, eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. He was vaguely aware of Jayce moving up his body, enough that he wasn’t startled when he felt warm, damp lips on his forehead.
“Believe me now?” Jayce whispered. Viktor blinked his eyes open, trying to string thought together. Jayce was cupping his face with one hand, looking so pleased he practically glowed. “That I like what I see?”
Viktor broke into a breathless laugh, turning his face into Jayce’s palm. “Well… you weren’t doing a lot of looking, to be fair.”
He heard Jayce snort. “Well, you weren’t doing a lot of complaining. To be fair.”
“Alright, alright,” grinned Viktor, a little delirious. He looked up at Jayce and lifted a hand to brush his hair off his forehead, chest bursting with emotion. “Thank you.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” said Jayce with an air of smug pride. “I’ll be happy to do it again. Like… whenever you like. Wherever you like-”
“No sex in the lab,” Viktor stated firmly, delighting in how genuinely disappointed Jayce looked. “At least… not while we are actually working.”
Jayce brightened. “Now, that… that I can work with.”
He leaned down, and Viktor met him, smiling into the kiss.