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Viktor has been looking forward to this all week.
Today’s the day Jayce, his big brother Dmitri’s best friend, is sleeping over.
Viktor loves Jayce. He’s never treats Viktor like a nuisance, always allowing him to stay and watch whatever movie the teenage friends put on until it’s Viktor’s bedtime. Viktor loves his big brother too, of course, but there’s just something about Jayce that makes Viktor’s heart do a somersault.
The familiar knock on the front door has Viktor jumping out of his seat on the couch, Dmitri choosing to stay comfortable as he knows his little brother will go greet his friend.
“Jayce!” Viktor squeaks excitedly when he swings the door open. Sure enough, in front of him stands the ridiculously tall teen beaming down at him, broad shoulders carrying his overnight bag.
“Hey! What’s up, champ?” Jayce offers Viktor a high five that he eagerly takes.
“Not much, my homework’s all done so I can watch a movie with you guys!”
“We’re not watching a movie tonight which means you aren’t hanging out with us,” Dmitri calls from the couch with annoyance only a brother can muster. His voice relaxes when he greets Jayce with a lazy “Sup bro?”
“Sup,” Jayce replies with a nod that Dmitri can't see from here. He turns his attention back down to Viktor who’s giving him the world’s biggest puppy dog eyes.
“I can’t hang out with you?” His voice is so small, even to Viktor’s own ears.
“Lemme see what I can do,” Jayce whispers with a wink before heading over to the living room, taking up residence in his favorite armchair. Viktor swings the front door closed and watches on from a distance.
“We’re watching the game tonight, yeah?” Jayce asks Dmitri.
“Duh, it’s the playoffs.” Dmitri tosses a cheese puff into his mouth. “And I’m not gonna spend it explaining hockey to mister twenty-thousand questions over there.”
Viktor blushes from his awkward waiting place still in the foyer, not quite in the living room but not quite out of it either.
“C’mon D, he’ll be nice and quiet. Isn’t that right Viktor?” Jayce changes his volume on the question to direct it more towards the kid.
“Yeah, I’ll be so quiet, you won’t even know I’m here.” Viktor takes a step forward but stops when his brother snorts.
“Fat chance.”
“Dmitri, you’re being an ass.” Jayce changes tactics so drastically that Dmitri’s jaw drops.
“I’m being an ass? He’s the one who never leaves us alone.”
“He’s 10, of course he wants to hang out with the big kids. It's just a game.”
“Just a game? Do you hear yourself? This is the first time our team has made it to the playoffs in a decade! This is history, man!”
“Ok, ok, you’re right. It is a big game. Which is why it’s all the better for Viktor to witness history unfold.”
“Ughhhh, you’re not gonna give this up, are you?”
“Nope,” Jayce replies through a toothy grin. “I always wanted a little brother to watch hockey with.”
“Fine. But I’m not sharing the couch with him and the second he starts asking annoying questions, he’s gone.”
“Thanks, Dmitri!” Jayce and Viktor say simultaneously, making Viktor giggle as he heads into the living room.
Dmitri purposefully stretches out on the couch to make it clear he’s serious about Viktor not sitting there. Viktor looks around confused for a second — with his brother hogging the couch and Jayce in the armchair, there’s nowhere to sit besides the floor. Viktor sighs, resting his cane against the side table and starts to lower himself to the floor.
“Hey, Viki, come sit with me. There’s no way the floor is good for your back.” Jayce scoots over and pats the small space on the cushion.
“Are you sure?” Viktor feels his face redden but he’s not quite sure why.
“Yeah, I’ll grab a blanket so we’ll be nice and comfy. C’mon.”
Viktor nods happily and heads over as Jayce tugs the blanket from the back of the chair. When he’s within reach, Jayce grabs Viktor’s hips and helps hike him up onto the chair. The space between Jayce and the armrest isn’t very large so Viktor ends up half on Jayce’s lap with Jayce’s arm draped around his shoulders. Viktor tugs at the blanket so that it covers both their laps and leans in against Jayce’s torso. His chest is warm and strong but also surprisingly squishy, his pec making a great pillow for the side of Viktor’s head. Jayce ruffles his hair affectionately, the way big brothers on TV always do.
“You wouldn’t like him so much if he was your little brother,” Dmitri scoffs under his breath.
The hockey game starts and Dmitri was right: Viktor has SO many questions. He knows his brother and Jayce play on the school team together but he’s never actually paid attention during any of their games, opting to bring a book to read instead. (Well, sometimes Jayce would catch his attention. The uniform looks so much better on him than the other teammates for some reason.)
Thankfully, Jayce helps him out. He tells Viktor what's going on and what to pay attention to as the puck ricochets around the rink. He keeps his voice low so as not to annoy Dmitri with his loophole, only getting louder when joining his friend in raucous cheering.
Viktor doesn’t really get the excitement around sports but he likes their enthusiasm. He joins in whenever they cheer, even if he doesn't quite understand why they’re cheering. The first quarter passes quickly but he feels his back begin to ache at the strange angle he’s sat. Jayce must notice because he lifts his arm, allowing Viktor to try and maneuver into a more comfortable position. After a moment of no success, Jayce offers a solution.
“Here, what if we do this?”
Jayce wraps his large hands around Viktor’s chest and easily lifts him, turning him so that he’s sitting sideways on Jayce’s lap with his back against one armrest and his legs dangling over the other, his butt cradled by Jayce’s thick thighs. Jayce’s hands seem to linger for a moment too long, finger tips brushing against Viktor’s nipples through his t-shirt before retracting.
“This better?”
“Mhm,” Viktor squeaks out. He feels strange right now but he’s not sure why. Maybe it has to do with the way his nipples pebble beneath Jayce’s fingers like goosebumps. Maybe it has something to do with what's poking into his hip. Does Jayce have his cellphone in his pocket? Maybe it’s a wallet. It seems pretty far forward to be in a pants pocket, but that’s the only thing that makes sense to Viktor.
“Get a room, you two,” Dmitri mocks from the couch, throwing a few cheese puffs at his best friend and little brother.
“Dude, he’s 10, he’s not exactly my type,” Jayce shields himself from the snack attack with a laugh.
“Yeah, tell him that.” Dmitri pointedly side-eyes Viktor before rolling his eyes and refocusing to the TV.
Viktor feels like there’s some context that he’s missing, but if he asks then he won’t get to stay, so he keeps quiet and eats one of the cheese puffs that fell onto the blanket covering his and Jayce’s laps.
The second quarter flies by with their team taking a significant lead. Jayce and Dmitri hoot and holler at each goal, Jayce’s excited fist pumping and clapping rocking Viktor with the motion. The thing poking his hip seems to be growing bigger, but Viktor doesn’t think much of it. He’s too distracted by Jayce’s smile and the comforting smell of his deodorant.
Halftime, Viktor learns, means time to get snacks, so the brothers head into the kitchen to gather up some food while Jayce disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes. By the time he returns, cheeks slightly flushed, Viktor and Dmitri have spread their haul on the coffee table. Jayce selects something sweet and sits back down in the chair, helping Viktor resume his position as Dmitri complains about the halftime commentators.
This time, the thing poking Viktor’s hip is gone, which makes Jayce much comfier to sit on.
Third quarter is stressful. The opposing team finds their groove and quickly ties the game. Jayce wraps Viktor tight in a hug, squeezing him like stuffed animal, and Viktor thinks he likes feeling Jayce’s big arms surrounding him. A fight breaks out on the ice at one point which startles Viktor. Jayce assures him it’s fine while Dmitri chides him for being a baby about “just a few punches”. Viktor resolves himself to not be a baby about anything else that happens during the game.
Around the middle of the third quarter, Viktor feels Jayce’s grip change. He shifts from a hug to one arm on the armrest, adding support for Viktor’s back, and the other resting beneath the blanket on Viktor’s thighs, thumb rubbing in an absent pattern. It’s relaxing and it helps to loosen some on the muscles on Viktor’s bad leg.
The third quarter is nearly done when Jayce’s hand starts sliding higher up Viktor’s thigh. It goes slowly, but eventually his large palm is resting right where Viktor’s thigh meets his hip. Jayce’s fingers easily curl around his leg, nestling in between Viktor’s thighs. When Viktor looks up at Jayce, his eyes are dark, like the color in them was swallowed up, before the teen refocuses on the game.
“What are—”
“HEY!” Dmitri snaps before Viktor can ask Jayce what he’s doing. “I said no questions!”
“Sorry,” Viktor murmurs, annoyed. It wasn’t a question about the game so it shouldn’t count!
Jayce smiles sympathetically down at him and rubs his upper arm with his free hand. “I’ll answer your questions after the game, 'kay champ?
“Okay.” Viktor loves when Jayce calls him champ. It makes him feel like he can do anything he puts his mind to. So he puts his mind to cataloguing away any questions that rise to the surface to ask Jayce about later.
Suddenly, Jayce’s finger presses directly against Viktor’s clit. The child gasps but it’s covered by the loud, drawn out “ooh” of Dmitri and Jayce reacting to a particularly rough body check. Viktor opens his mouth to ask Jayce what he's doing again but clamps it shut when he remembers how Dmitri snapped at him.
Jayce starts lightly running his knuckles up and down Viktor’s clothed crotch, enough to tease but not enough to coax any sounds out of him. Viktor wiggles a few times, unsure if he's trying to get away or closer to the large fingers. He tries to stay focused on the game but it’s getting harder with each passing second.
The third quarter ends in a tie, leaving Dmitri absolutely glued to the TV. Jayce alternates his focus between the game and darting his eyes down to look at Viktor. Viktor can't look at anything except for Jayce.
The fourth quarter is lively, the teams constantly intercepting the puck from each other. Dmitri and Jayce cheer and boo accordingly as both teams give it their all. Jayce times his movements carefully, giving the faintest of touches until he knows he and Dmitri are about to be loud enough to cover whatever gasp/sigh/almost moan Viktor makes.
He’s feeling dizzy now, Jayce’s hand getting more confident and that strange thing poking his hip again. Some of the cheering makes them rock again and Viktor swears he hears Jayce curse under his breath once or twice in response.
Whatever is happening, it’s affecting Jayce too.
Viktor takes a strange sort of pride in that. Jayce’s knuckles are making him feel good, so he hopes that Jayce feels good in return.
During a goal in the middle of the fourth quarter, Jayce’s fingers slip beneath Viktor’s waistband. Viktor gasps loudly at the contact as Dmitri and Jayce shout out their cheers. Viktor likes how Jayce’s fingers feel on his bare skin but he doesn’t like how wet his underwear has gotten. It feels tacky and slippery all at once and Viktor’s positive he didn’t pee himself, so it must be something to do with how Jayce is touching him.
Jayce, on the other hand, lets out a low groan, barely enough for Viktor to hear, when his knuckles glide along the wetness. The teen keeps his eyes on the TV and bites his lip while two fingers rub up and down, gathering some of the liquid on the backs of his fingers.
The game is turning in their favor, giving ample opportunities for Jayce to nudge and prod at Viktor’s clit when he and Dmitri shout and cheer. Viktor can’t even pay attention to the game anymore, turning to putty in Jayce’s lap with each torturous pass of skin on wet skin, knuckles carefully circling the swollen little nub.
With five seconds left on the clock, their team makes the winning shot. When Jayce and Dmitri burst into sound, Jayce pinches Viktor’s clit and the boy shouts out in ecstasy. He feels himself throbbing between Jayce’s knuckles and his underwear gets even wetter. His whole body shakes as Jayce celebrates, holding Viktor tight and unrelenting with his knuckle’s grip until Viktor’s body sags and he pushes Jayce’s arm, the teen taking the hint and pulling his hand away from Viktor. He brings it out from under the blanket and quickly licks his fingers clean of Viktor’s wetness.
Dmitri had fully jumped up off the couch, pacing around the room, fist pumping and cheering with pent-up adrenaline, unaware of anything happening besides their team making it to the finals.
Viktor looks up at Jayce, dazed, not clear on exactly what just happened but feeling very happy and very relaxed.
“Looking pretty tired there, Viki. Guess it is past your bedtime.” Jayce stands up, lifting Viktor up with him. Viktor’s head falls to rest on that nice soft pec again.
“Yeah, ‘m tired,” Viktor rubs at his eyes with one fist. “I need to get my cane.”
“Here, I’ve gotcha.” Jayce easily picks up Viktor’s cane in one hand while carrying him.
“I’m gonna bring Viktor upstairs real quick,” Jayce informs Dmitri who is just now sitting down from his excited laps.
“Whatever dude,” Dmitri says with decidedly little interest as he turns on his beat-up PlayStation. “It's gonna take a minute for the game to load anyway.”
Jayce glances down at Viktor and smiles as he starts carrying him up towards his room. He carefully places Viktor on his bed and leans the cane next to it before turning off the light.
“Hey Jayce?”
“Yeah, champ?” He pauses in the doorway.
“You said you would answer my question.”
“I did, didn’t I.” Concern washes across Jayce’s face for a mere moment before he regains his composure. “Whaddaya wanna know?”
Viktor squirms a bit on the bed, his damp underwear still clinging to him. “What…. what was…. that?"
Jayce easily knows what Viktor means with a soft smile on his face. He ducks back into the room, coming to a stop next to the bed to run his hand through Viktor’s hair.
“That,” Jayce whispers, leaning down, “was our little secret.” His lips press a sweet kiss to Viktor’s forehead before he leaves the room.
Viktor slips out of his clothes and into his pajamas, hiding the damp underwear underneath his bed. He sleeps well that night, dreams of Jayce’s soft lips and rough hands swirling in his brain.