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“You have been glowing lately.”
It took Jayce a minute to process what Sky had just said, distracted as he was with writing his patient report. When he finally did, he couldn’t help but turn around to give his friend a confused look.
“…Thanks? Wait, what do you mean?”
Sky shrugged, smiling when she noticed his confusion.
“I don’t know, you just look…. happier, I guess,” she said, turning back to her own report. “It’s lovely to not see you so high-strung and anxious.”
“Hey!”
“You know what I mean, Jayce.”
Huffing, Jayce refused to answer, but he knew his friend was right. To be honest, Jayce had a good idea of why he had been so “radiant” as of late, but he really didn’t want to get into it with Sky (or anyone, for that matter).
There was no sensible way to explain that why he had been more relaxed and happy lately, was because he was getting laid. Consistently.
Years of being on autopilot, indifferent at the idea of sex, crushed under Viktor’s mindful touches and eager mouth. They quickly decided to be exclusive, the courting period of their relationship being practically non-existent.
Jayce wasn’t complaining though, he was thankful they somehow managed to avoid the uncertainty stage and went directly to building something together. The fact that “building something” involved sneaking around between patients to suck Viktor’s cock until his throat was bruised was nobody’s business.
“I’ve been happier, lately.” Jayce couldn’t help to mutter, feeling shy all of the sudden. When he looked back at Sky, she rewarded him with a warm smile.
“That’s good,” she answered. “Want to tell me about it?”
A flash of Viktor fingering him on his kitchen table until Jayce was squirting all over his arm, ruining both their clothes and the tablecloth, ran through his head and Jayce could feel his ears warming up in embarrassment.
“N-no, not really.”
“Alright then,” his friend answered immediately, chuckling softly as she turned around to get some paper for the printer, but mostly to give Jayce the illusion of space, which he was very thankful for.
Funnily enough, Sky hadn’t been the only one to notice Jayce’s good mood.
Patients and coworkers had both commented on how relaxed Jayce seemed lately, how nice it was to see him feeling lighter, some even joking around about how “suspiciously happy” he was, and trying to decipher the possible reason behind his good mood.
It was certainly something. Jayce really didn’t know how to feel about it.
On one hand, he didn’t feel comfortable with other people snooping around his private matters, on the other, Jayce was truly… happy. And it was hard for him to mind other people noticing.
That evening he had two patients with a two hour gap between them, then another one later at night. Sadly, he is too far away from Viktor’s home to go stay with him in the meantime, but at least they are separate enough to let Jayce breathe.
Shaking his head, Jayce forced himself to focus on his work and only his work, lest he would start daydreaming and waste the rest of the morning.
—
Jayce groaned, tears running down his face as Viktor fucked his mouth. The older man was holding him by the hair, forcing the whole length of his cock between his lips as he moaned unabashedly over him.
“That’s it, baby. Take it, take my whole dick,” Viktor was mumbling. He would do that, sometimes, mumble orders like he was ashamed of losing control. “Fucking… choke on it—ah!”
Jayce loved it though, loved when Viktor got bossy, when he started mumbling in Czech like Jayce could understand him, and especially when he got so lost in his pleasure he forgot how to speak altogether.
Right in that moment, Jayce was enjoying—quite a lot—getting his throat used like a fleshlight. By the time Viktor came, Jayce’s eyes were rolled back into his skull, and his head was delightfully empty.
Knowing what he liked by now, Viktor let him keep sucking on him until there was not a single drop of cum left to waste. Viktor slid out his mouth, hissing when the cold hair of the room hit his sensitive skin, the hand holding Jayce’s hair relaxing after one last teasing pull.
“Shh, that’s it,” Viktor gasped, rubbing the tip of his cock over Jayce’s lips when he whined, already missing the feeling of having his mouth full.
Smiling, Jayce left a soft kiss on Viktor’s tip before leaning back, needing to stretch his legs. Fortunately for him, Viktor had taken the precaution of removing his pants and underwear before getting started this time, so now he just had to deal with having sticky thighs instead of a ruined uniform.
Getting up, Jayce bit his bottom lip when he felt Viktor’s cum sliding out of his cunt, reminding himself that they did not have enough time for another round. Viktor was leaning against the counter top, eyes closed as he recovered his breath.
“I have… 30 minutes before my next appointment, do you want to get in the shower with me?” offered Jayce, voice sultry without even trying.
The question got him a breathless laugh from Viktor.
“You know damn well you won’t be getting out of here on time if I get into the shower with you,” he teased, now composed enough to stand firmly with the help of his cane.
Snorting, Jayce decided to do the responsible thing and not insist, leaving his boyfriend with one last, chaste peck before hurrying to wash himself.
By the the time he was clean and ready to leave, he saw Viktor putting something together in the kitchen, clothes now in place and hair brushed up in a bun, no longer looking like a bird’s nest.
“A little snack box,” Viktor answered when he asked, face blushed. “I hope you don’t mind me doing this…”
Heart overflowing with affection Jayce pulled the older man into his arms, determined to show Viktor exactly how much he didn't mind being cared for in such a sweet way.
By the time he was pulling out of the drive way, Viktor’s hair was a mess (again) and Jayce had a brand new hickey right under the collar of his shirt.
—
“You’ve been too happy lately.”
Jayce looked at Caitlyn, baffled, feeling his eyebrows rise to the top of his forehead. Saying nothing, he just bit his sandwich and keep waiting for his friend to clarify what she meant.
Cait, whose eye-bags were hanging off her face and was so pale she shinned under direct light from exhaustion, seemed to lack any patience for him.
“What have you been up to? You are too happy. Last time we spoke you were miserable.”
“Is feeling better a crime now?” Jayce huffed, incredulous.
“For you, yes. Spill.”
Snorting, Jayce kept eating and just shrugged, trying his best to look nonchalant.
“Nothing new is happening, I’ve just been getting more rest.” factually untruthful, as much as Jayce lo—enjoyed spending time with Viktor, his sleeping time had been drastically reduced since they got together.
He was not complaining, though.
Caitlyn squinted her eyes, looking at him like he was a criminal and she was a detective trying to solve a murder. The classes toward her psychology degree meant Jayce would not be getting out of this easily.
“This is bullshit, I know you are hiding something but I’m too tired to figure out what…” she mumbled, eyes suddenly getting lost in the distance. “I’m so tired…”
Trying to course correct, Jayce pushed Cait’s drink towards her hands, insisting until she started taking absentminded sips out of her peach lemon tea.
“Why don’t you focus on your finals for now, and leave the detective work for when we go out to celebrate?”
Caitlyn just hummed in response, vaguely protesting as her eyes struggled to stay open. Jayce couldn't help but cough awkwardly, knowing very well the only reason his friend wasn’t smelling the blood in the water was because she was too tired to use her brain.
Which, to be fair, had been the main reason Jayce insisted so much in taking them out to eat. Cait needed some fresh air and food a bit more complex than instant noodles if she wanted to stay standing for her exams.
He tried to not overthink it for the rest of the evening, but it was baffling that even sleep deprived and incoherent, Cait saw enough through his bullshit to notice something was happening. Was Jayce really that bad at keeping a secret?
The answer was apparently yes, judging by the amount of people commenting on it.
By the time he left Cait back at her dorm—tucked in bed, because he didn’t trust her enough to leave her alone in her state—Jayce was still wondering what was so different about him now that it seemed to tell on him to everyone within his vicinity.
As if he could feel his confusion across the distance, Viktor chose then to send him a message asking how his meeting with Cait had gone, finishing the text with a purple heart at the end. His own heart doing somersaults, Jayce hurried to answer.
He didn’t even notice he was smiling from ear to ear until he started feeling the strain on his cheeks, now fairly blushed and hotter than before. Catching a glimpse of his reflection in a random window, Jayce conceded that he was, in fact, being kind of obvious.
—
“You’re being so good, c’mon, c’mon…” gasped Jayce, hand pumping Viktor’s cock at a steady pace as his boyfriend sucked on his tits.
He knew, in the back of his mind, that the optics of their position were… weird. It didn’t do anything to make the situation any less pleasurable. Viktor was laying back against him, reclined on his arm so he could have access to Jayce’s chest as he jerked him off, now going for a second orgasm.
Jayce’s hand was covered in thick cum, the slide easy as he teased Viktor’s slit. The man groaned, pointedly pinching the nipple not in his mouth, doing his best to synchronize the thrusting of his hips with the movements of Jayce’s hand.
Eventually, Jayce managed to milk another orgasm out of him, and didn’t stop stroking him until Viktor was practically sobbing against his chest, trembling all over and overstimulated.
“So good for me, Sir.” Jayce said, voice loving and smile wide. Kissing the top of Viktor’s head, he decided to be merciful and give him a second to breathe, knowing very well he would need at least ten minutes before even thinking about continuing.
The whole time, Viktor just kept licking his chest, eyes closed as he toyed with his nipples, using his teeth and rubbing the tip of his nose against his sweat covered skin, seemingly lost in the feeling.
He was alternating from sucking and licking on his areola to put hickeys and drop bite marks all over him (he had forgotten a long time ago to not leave marks over the collar, much to Jayce’s amusement), using his free hand to play with his other nipple, pinching it and teasing it almost cruelly.
Humming, Jayce just held him close, burying his nose in his hair and enjoying his smell.
Viktor had made him cum a couple times already, first by fingering him right by the front door, then by eating him out in the couch, not even giving Jayce time to take off his uniform before making him bend over.
While it had helped quell the craving, Jayce could feel his dick begging for attention between his thighs, the need becoming more and more insistent the longer he went without paying attention to it. It didn’t matter though, because he was sure Viktor would make sure he was satisfied as soon as he was able to think straight.
And make sure he did, one moment Viktor was leaving bruises all over him, and the next Jayce was being pushed into the bed, and Viktor was diving into his pussy like he had something to prove.
Viktor’s mouth was always so hungry, so desperate. His licks were focused and determined, like he wanted to give every bit of Jayce the same level of attention. As much as Jayce liked to tease him about it, he was absolutely obsessed with him.
By the time they were finished, both of them were knocked out for the rest of the night, barely managing to cover themselves in blankets before falling asleep in each other's arms.
Getting up for work the next morning, though, was one of the hardest things Jayce had done in recent times. There was a special kind of comfort in waking up curled up against Viktor’s chest, with long fingers playing with his hair.
He didn’t want to let go, but knew both of them had to get ready fast if they wanted to get to work on time. It was clear Viktor felt the same, judging by the annoyed frown in his face when Jayce had to get up to shower.
Two showers, a quick stop by the kitchen, and a kiss by the entryway later, and both of them were headed their separate ways to their respective obligations.
The drive to work left Jayce with a weird uncertainty in his chest, a deep emptiness that persisted throughout the day, weirdly mixed with the excitement of having spent the night with Viktor.
It wasn’t until he was in his car, on his way to see his first patient of the day, that Jayce realize he simply just… missed Viktor.
—
“So. Is there something you haven’t told me about?”
“Oh my God,” Jayce couldn’t help but groan.
His mother just smiled at him, taking a spoonful of her mashed potatoes.
The restaurant was pleasantly busy around them, just enough to fill the silence but not loud enough to become unbearable. Neither of them enjoyed big crowds, but dining in an empty restaurant always felt wrong, for some reason.
“No, mom,” Jayce answered, downing a gulp of his wine. “Nothing new going on, work has been same as always, landlord hasn’t given me too many issues lately, fortunately. And I had coffee with Cait, the other day. Nothing beyond that.”
“Mm… Are you sure? Because you—”
“—look very happy lately, yeah, you are like the tenth person to tell me that,” Jayce interrupted, voice full of snark without meaning for it to be.
He got it, he was happy, “too happy” like Cait said, maybe he had been a bit more bitchy than he meant to, before getting together with Viktor. But he was starting to get annoyed with everyone bringing it up.
“Well,” Ximena started, raising an eyebrow pointedly, “maybe there’s a reason why so many people are commenting on it, love. You should think about it.”
It feels like the only thing I do is think about it, Jayce thought, but very smartly decided against voicing it.
It’s not even that he didn’t want to talk about being with Viktor—Jayce was very much excited and happy for being with such a good, nice and interesting man. It was the realization that speaking about it would probably bring a lot of people into their business that kept holding him back.
Even his mom. He loved her with all his heart, but their relationship had been… weird, since he dropped out the engineering program to go get into nursing. The last few times he had tried to tell her about someone he’d been dating things had been… less than ideal.
It wasn’t like she didn’t try, though. She did, it was just that Ximena, just like Jayce, was painfully bad at lying and pretending when she didn’t agree with something.
So, Jayce was not ecstatic at the idea of talking with her about his new found love life, much less at the idea of trying to trying to find a way to explain how they got together without it ending up in disaster.
“Are your new neighbors treating you well?” Jayce asked, instead of addressing her inquiry.
He could see on her face she was not pleased with his attitude, but what was she going to do? The dinner ended up like many other times, weirdly tense, with Jayce feeling kind of empty in his chest, wondering when it became so hard to have a conversation with his mother.
Jayce dropped Ximena off at home, waving her goodbye from the car and managing to keep his smile up until she was safely inside. It took him a full minute to feel ready to leave, already recognizing the signs of exhaustion clinging insidiously into his shoulders.
He was about to restart his car when he noticed a few new messages in his notifications.
How was dinner? Are you free?
Thinking about you
I miss you
Please tell me when you get home
Throat suddenly tight, Jayce had to rein in the impulse of turning back to Viktor’s house to spend the night with him.
Making a mental note to start carrying around a back-up work bag when he was out of shift, Jayce went home, already thinking of everything he would tell Viktor when he called.
—
“Jayce?”
“Mn.”
“Jayce…”
“Uh?”
“Your alarm is ringing…”
Confused, Jayce tried (and failed) to open his eyes, noticing after a couple seconds the blaring of his alarm on Viktor’s nightstand. Mentally fist-fighting the concept of waking up, Jayce stretched his hand in search of the damn thing.
It took a couple tries, but he was eventually able to hit the snooze button. He glared at his phone, mentally cursing himself for forgetting to turn off his alarm the night before.
Retreating under the quilt, Jayce curled up tightly, hands under his body as he laid on his stomach, doing what was possible to fall back asleep, too comfortable in Viktor’s soft, fresh bed to engage even with the thought of getting up.
Viktor chuckled next to him, and Jayce barely managed to hold back a growl, having no patience for his early-bird attitude. Humming apologetically, Viktor started caressing his back, touch delicate and loving.
He continued that for a while, drawing random shapes as he outlined the shape of his muscles. It made the tension drain off Jayce, lulling him closer and closer to comfort until he became a puddle against the mattress.
After a while, the fingers started venturing lower and lower with each round, and soon enough, Jayce could felt the warm touch of lips leaving soft kisses, boldly venturing to the line of his sweatpants and back up.
It was enough to make him shiver.
“Viktor…”
“Mn?”
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Mn… Enjoying my morning…”
Huffing, Jayce waved his arm behind him, admittedly not making too much of an effort to push his boyfriend away. Viktor simply ignored him, nose now pressed against his skin as he left wet kisses down the line of his spine.
As much as he tried to resist, Jayce found himself sighing and whimpering from time to time, enjoying the attention. Who could blame him? He was not ashamed to admit how much he liked to have the attention of a beautiful man all over him.
It wasn’t until Viktor’s hands started to tease his hips, wandering ever so slowly under the elastic of his pants, that he couldn’t hold back anymore and ended up turning around, pulling Viktor closer so he could kiss him.
The kiss was wet and messy, clumsy in a way that only two people who were half-asleep could be; full of slow licks and warm flashes of breath, so good it had Jayce’s dick begging for attention between his legs.
“Hmm—are you awake now?” The older man teased, biting Jayce’s bottom lip until he was gasping.
“Viktor, shut up.”
Morning sex was one of Jayce’s favorite kinds of sex, if he was honest.
As much as he lo—enjoyed the rougher, more desperate sex they usually had, there was something special about Viktor rutting his cock against his clothed cunt, hips grinding rhythmically as they kissed deep and slow, like nothing existed in the world other than the two of them.
Viktor must have been feeling sentimental that morning, because he, at no point, stopped kissing Jayce.
Not when he pulled both their pants down, not when he started rubbing the head of his cock against Jayce's naked cunt, or when finally pushed inside of him, hissing at the tight embrace.
And definitely not when he finally started moving, thrusts deep and punishing.
Jayce clung to Viktor’s neck, making it clear he wanted him as close as possible, legs falling open as he let Viktor take whatever he wanted from his body. The rhythm was slow and steady, scratching an itch Jayce didn’t even realize he had.
There was a corner of Jayce’s (still foggy with sleep) brain that was basking in the feeling, documenting every heavy breath and hoarse moan for later, archiving the taste of Viktor’s tongue and the feeling of their chests pressed together, so close that Jayce could feel Viktor’s heartbeat against him.
Jayce wanted to feel this every day, to be consumed by the heat and twisted inside out. He was starting to understand that emptiness that got to him every time he had to go back home, or leave for work.
I love this, Jayce found himself thinking, no matter how much he tried to avoid using that word, I need it, I love it, I love it, I—
Viktor hugged him closer, wrapping his arms around his torso like he was expecting Jayce to get up and leave—which was ridiculous, because he was exactly where he wanted to be. So full of happiness it felt like he was going to explode.
“Please don’t stop,” Jayce begged, words slurring as he gasped for air. “Please, Viktor. Please, please, p-please…”
His orgasm was a wave, engulfing him in a loving embrace as his thoughts melted together into the most pleasurable fog, body trembling under Viktor’s. Eyes rolling back, Jayce’s head fell into the bed, completely overcome by the feeling.
His boyfriend kept going for a while, moaning directly into his mouth as Jayce laid back and took it.
Viktor’s orgasm was much like Jayce’s, slow paced and completely devastating, leaving him shaking, cock throbbing inside his cunt as he tried to recover his breath. Eventually, Viktor collapsed, legs giving up any semblance of steadiness, and both of them whined when the movement pushed him deeper inside Jayce.
Jayce did his best to not clench around Viktor, too tired to entertain the idea of a second round, but knowing very well if he let himself do that they would just kept going until one of them gave up for good.
Instead, he started petting Viktor’s hair, unsticking it from his neck so he could play with it, using his other hand to feel the shape of Viktor’s spine. The white hairs on Viktor’s head shone under the light coming from the window, and Jayce felt like he was going to burst from affection.
It took a couple minutes, but eventually Viktor was stable enough to separate himself from Jayce, both of them grimacing when his softened cock slid out, followed by a thick line of cum.
“Do not,” Jayce said, tone severe, when he noticed Viktor staring at his cunt, absently licking his lips. It didn’t matter that Jayce’s own cock was very much interested in the idea, he had to put a stop to it or they would not get any rest.
Viktor huffed, but didn’t say anything, a glint of disappointment on his face. It would had been annoying if Jayce didn’t find it so endearing. Instead of speaking, Jayce encouraged the man to lay down again so he could curl up against him, eager to get some cuddles, and possibly, falling back asleep.
“Good morning, darling.” Viktor muttered against the top of his head, following Jayce’s line of thought and holding him close, not making any effort to get up or get space.
Jayce hummed sweetly, body pliant and mind content, full of happy thoughts of Viktor.