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Jayce Talis is alive.
Jayce Talis is alive, and he is on his knees in front of Viktor, and he is looking shyly up through his lashes, and he is asking, “Do you want any help with your brace?” and normally Viktor would refuse but right now the only thing that comes out of his dry, dry mouth is, “Yes. Please.”
Jayce smiles sweetly and sets about gently unscrewing and unbuckling Viktor’s leg brace. Viktor is already in his borrowed sleep clothes — a t-shirt and a pair of shorts taken from Jayce’s closet — so Jayce has to push his fingers up under the hem of his shorts and up his thigh a little to reach every part of the brace. Viktor shivers a little at the touch. Jayce doesn’t seem to notice. He takes the brace and sets it on his desk, then comes back and kneels down again and presses his thumbs into the sides of Viktor’s knee, right where the brace chafes most often.
Viktor’s eyes flutter shut. He lets out a long, low moan. Jayce’s hands stop moving. Viktor’s eyes snap open.
Jayce blushes so prettily. “Sorry,” he says quietly, taking his hands off of Viktor’s skin. “I should’ve asked.”
And Viktor is familiar with the chase, with desire, with getting men into his bed, so he lets his eyelids droop and licks his lips and says, “You can continue, if you’d like.”
Jayce swallows, audible. Viktor shifts slightly, parting his legs a little more. Jayce puts his hands back on Viktor’s leg. He moves slowly. He meets Viktor’s eyes as he digs his thumbs into flesh again.
Viktor lets out a breathy gasp. He doesn’t look away from Jayce’s face. Jayce doesn’t break eye contact. His lips are parted, just slightly, just enough for Viktor to see that pink tongue behind Jayce’s teeth.
“Jayce,” Viktor breathes. Jayce’s hands still.
“Viktor,” Jayce murmurs back. His voice is rough, hoarse. “Am I reading this right?”
Viktor almost laughs. Here he is, legs spread and panting on the edge of Jayce’s bed, and Jayce still feels the need to ask? He reaches down and cups Jayce’s jaw.
“I want you, Jayce,” he says, pressing his thumb to Jayce’s lower lip. “Do you want me?”
Jayce’s eyes flutter shut. “Yes,” he breathes, and then he moves, suddenly, pressing a kiss to the inside of Viktor’s knee and curling one hand around Viktor’s hip. “Gods, yes, Viktor.”
Viktor places his own hand over the one Jayce has on his hip. “Show me, then,” he purrs. He guides Jayce’s hand down to his clothed crotch. Jayce must be able to feel the heat, the wetness as he presses his hand against Viktor. Viktor grinds up into the touch with a gasp. Jayce’s eyes flash, pupils wide. He pushes the heel of his hand down and Viktor moans. He presses his mouth to the damp fabric, mouthing at Viktor through it — through Jayce’s own shorts that Viktor’s borrowed, fuck.
“Can I get this off you?” Jayce asks. “I need to get this off you.”
“Yes,” Viktor pants. “Please.” And he’s rewarded with a small, hungry smile as Jayce hooks his fingers underneath the waistband.
Jayce pauses once he’s got Viktor’s shorts off. He’s staring, lips parted, breathing hard, and Viktor almost feels shy. Viktor’s cock is hard and his hole is dripping. He wonders, for a second, how he must look from Jayce’s perspective — flushed, his hole glistening wet and clenching around nothing.
Slowly, Jayce leans in. He stops just before his lips touch Viktor and Viktor shivers as Jayce’s breath puffs over his cock. Jayce locks eyes with Viktor as he leans in the rest of the way and takes Viktor into his mouth.
Viktor gasps. Jayce’s lips close around Viktor’s cock, kissing over it, before he shifts lower and swipes his tongue over Viktor’s hole. Jayce groans, eyes half-closed, as he makes out with Viktor’s hole. He moves back up to lavish Viktor’s cock and Viktor thinks, hazily, that Jayce’s mouth is perfect.
He says as much: “Your mouth,” he gasps, thrusting up, “was made for me.” Jayce’s eyes roll back. He grabs Viktor’s hips and hauls him closer. Viktor yelps, hands going to grip Jayce’s hair. He tugs, slightly. This, too, makes Jayce moan. “Jayce,” Viktor gasps. “Jayce, Jayce.”
Jayce makes a muffled noise before he pulls away. “Viktor,” he pants. He dives back in, like he can’t resist, sucking Viktor’s cock and making obscene noises. He’s not even touching himself, moaning just from the feeling of having Viktor in his mouth. But now that he’s said Viktor’s name again, he can’t stop saying it — the muffled Viktor, Viktor, Viktor vibrating through him is driving Viktor crazy. Jayce’s muffled chanting only stops when he slips his tongue into Viktor’s hole. Viktor’s fingers clench in Jayce’s hair, pulling Jayce closer, and Jayce goes so, so easily. He buries his face in Viktor’s crotch, fucking Viktor with his tongue, nudging up to press it against the underside of Viktor’s cock, closing his mouth and hollowing his cheeks and sucking, and then diving down to taste Viktor again. It’s overwhelming. Jayce still hasn’t let go of Viktor’s hips, either, and it’s stopping Viktor from fucking Jayce’s mouth the way he wants to.
“Jayce,” Viktor hisses, drawn out. Jayce pauses for a second, eyes flicking up to Viktor’s, and then ducks down to put both of Viktor’s thighs over his shoulders. He curls one hand high up on Viktor’s bad leg, massaging it even as he closes his mouth around Viktor’s cock again. It tips Viktor over the edge. He hunches over Jayce as he comes, shaking. Jayce doesn’t let up, licking and sucking and looking right at Viktor until Viktor gasps, “Too much, too much.”
Jayce leans back — as far as he can, with Viktor’s hands still in his hair — and smiles up at Viktor. There’s a satisfied spark in his eyes. His beard is wet, glistening with spit and Viktor’s own slick.
“Come here,” Viktor murmurs, even as he leans down. Jayce meets him halfway. Their kiss is wet and sloppy and Viktor can smell and taste himself in Jayce’s mouth and beard. Jayce’s hands slide up Viktor’s legs until he can grip Viktor’s hips again. His thumbs dig in, massaging in small circles. Viktor’s mouth drops open as he gasps. Jayce huffs a laugh through his nose as he licks in and sucks on Viktor’s tongue. Viktor breaks the kiss to scoot back onto the bed. He tugs his shirt off as he settles back on Jayce’s pillows. Jayce follows, hovering over him on hands and knees. “Take this off,” Viktor demands, gripping the front of Jayce’s shirt in his fist.
Jayce laughs — for real this time, soft and warm and rich — as he does just that. He wipes his face with his shirt, too, before tossing it off the side of the bed. He descends on Viktor again, peppering his mouth with kisses. “Your brace,” he mumbles between pecks, “do you want it off?”
Viktor hums into Jayce’s mouth. “Mm-hm. One moment,” and he kisses Jayce again, and again, and again, before he finally pulls away long enough to look down at his back brace. Jayce retreats just far enough to give Viktor space to sit up and unbuckle it and slip it off. Viktor glances around the room for a moment — he could tell Jayce to put it with his leg brace, but that would require Jayce getting out of bed.
Jayce glances over his shoulder at his desk, then back at Viktor, clearly thinking something similar. He gets up — and Viktor certainly doesn’t pout when Jayce is no longer in arm’s reach — and holds out his hands for Viktor’s brace. Viktor huffs, but hands it over. As a reward, Jayce starts taking his pants off on the way back to bed. When he crawls back over Viktor, he’s completely naked.
Every inch of Jayce’s skin radiates heat. Viktor gets a peek at Jayce’s cock — hard and flushed and leaking — and then Jayce is kissing him again. He wraps his good leg around Jayce’s hip and Jayce thrusts into the little crease between Viktor’s thigh and groin and they both groan. “Fuck,” Jayce gasps against Viktor’s lips, and Viktor can only nod in answer. Jayce’s thrusts pick up speed, cock rutting against Viktor’s skin. His bed creaks with the movement. Viktor slides one hand down in between them to curl around Jayce’s cock and Jayce comes, a shout muffled in Viktor’s neck.
Both of them stay still, chests heaving, sweat cooling. Then Jayce slowly lifts his head and leans back, running his hands down Viktor’s thighs. He looks down at the mess he’s made on Viktor’s stomach. A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. Viktor tries, unsuccessfully, to tamp down his own answering smile.
“Stay here for just a second,” Jayce says. “Let me clean you up.”
Viktor hopes he means with his tongue, but those hopes are dashed as Jayce gets up and pulls his sleep pants on. He consoles himself by watching the flex of muscles in Jayce’s back as he walks to the door and peeks into the hallway before slipping out. He’s back in a minute with a wet washcloth in hand. Jayce climbs back into bed and rubs the cloth in gentle circles over Viktor’s skin. It’s soothing. Viktor’s eyelids begin to droop.
There’s shuffling, the sound of Jayce getting up, and then the bed dips again. Viktor cracks an eye open to see Jayce — blessedly naked again — sliding under the covers. He rolls to face Viktor and seems suddenly shy, not looking directly at Viktor’s face. “Can I…?” Jayce hesitates before slowly grabbing Viktor’s hand and rolling over. Viktor follows easily, and ends up with his chest pressed against Jayce’s back. “Is this okay?” Jayce asks, voice small.
Viktor presses his hand flat over Jayce’s heart and shuffles closer. “More than,” he assures, dropping a kiss onto the back of Jayce’s neck. He feels Jayce’s whole body relax.
The warmth of Jayce's skin and the steady beat of Jayce’s heart combine to lull Viktor into a state of drowsiness. Just before he falls asleep, he thinks he hears Jayce murmur something, his chest vibrating with it, but it’s too quiet to make out. And then Viktor’s asleep.