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Jayce met Viktor years ago. He had a beautiful pair of amber-colored eyes, an adorable tooth gap in the middle of his top set of teeth. He still does. His hair grew from when Jayce first met him. It curls at his ends now. Jayce supposes it always did, but it’s much more obvious now. Jayce likes it, it’s very pretty. Well, Viktor is a man, so he supposes that instead of pretty Viktor is handsome. Women are pretty. Men are handsome. Viktor was definitely handsome, but Jayce feels that handsome can’t describe it by itself. Pretty is true too. Viktor is definitely pretty, but still, men aren’t pretty. But Viktor is. Viktor is beautiful. As in he’s a beau. If Jayce wasn’t a man-

“Jayce!” Viktor says-shouts. “Have you heard anything I’ve said in the past three minutes?”

Fuck.

“Sorry Viktor, I, uh, went to sleep late last night,” Jayce replies. 

Viktor snickers at Jayce, quirking those bushy eyebrows of his and makes eye contact. Oh. Cute. No men aren’t cute. Jayce shouldn’t be calling men cute. 

“Why? Too busy wasting the night with some pretty doll?” Viktor jokes, his smile widening. 

“Oh quiet,” Jayce laughed in response. Viktor is so funny. Very endearing. Stop it . 

Viktor hums thoughtfully as he reaches for his goggles and tinkers with whatever he’s working with. He was always so diligent. Whenever Jayce came to the lab early, he’d find Viktor stashed away in some corner, hunched over the lab table as very concerning noise emitted from his devices. 

Jayce needs to stop having these thoughts. 

Jayce stood up from his chair and approached Viktor, resting his hand on his shoulder. It was a familiar gesture, one that Viktor had become accustomed to in their ten years of knowing each other. 

“Uh, Mel invited me out to meet with some investors today in I think, thirty minutes, and uh…I was wondering if you’d like to come with me?” Jayce murmured to the air, hoping Viktor would hear him. 

“Eh…I would prefer not to…” Viktor replies. “You might want to stand back.”

Jayce eyes the little device Viktor fidgeting with and sees it shaking violenting with little red sparks bursting out of it. Viktor is still obscenely close to it, with his nose mere centimeter away from the center of the mini-explosion. Jayce hooks his hand below the bars of Viktor’s stool and yanks it, along with Viktor, a good few feet away from the crackling device. Almost as soon as they are not even three feet away, it bursts into flames.

***

“I suppose I will take you up on that offer,” Viktor says as Jayce finishes extinguishing his charred machinery. 

“Huh?” 

“The meeting with investors,” Viktor explains. “The one in,” he checks the clock on the wall, “ten minutes.”

“Oh. Um. Ok…wait are you coming just so you can avoid Heimerdinger when he finds out?” Jayce asks. 

Viktor shrugs. Jayce still has no idea what it means when he shrugs. 

“Um, we might have to change, we smell like smoke,” Jayce realizes as he sets the extinguisher back down. 

“Circle back here in five minutes?” Viktor replies. 

“I can’t take a shower and change my clothes in five minutes,Vik.” Jayce looks in the mirror, no char got on his face.

“Why are you showering?” Viktor says as he grabs his cane and hoists himself off his stool. 

“Because I smell like smoke. Forget it, V. We’re never going to make it to the meeting in time. If you want to avoid Heimer, I’ll take you out somewhere,” Jayce sighs as he slings his arm across Viktor’s shoulder. 

Viktor is cold. He’s always cold. That’s why he’s bundled up in 3 sweaters. It’s adorable. 

Jayce needs to stop. 

“Well where are you going to take me?” 

“Wherever you want to go.”

***

Viktor insisted that he didn’t want to go to any public area and would rather just spend time alone with Jayce, so they went to Jayce’s apartment. No alcohol, not since Piltover went dry, but he did have board games, so Jayce and Viktor could sit on the couch together as Viktor cackles at Jayce’s incompetence at cards. Jayce loves that laugh. Jayce loves- 

“You can’t play that card,” Viktor interrupts his thoughts. 

“What, no it’s an ace!” Jayce argues.

“But it’s an ace of hearts,” Viktor persists. 

“It’s the same number!” 

“Different suit!”

Jayce has no intention of winning this argument or the game. He just likes hearing Viktor be passionate about something. 

“Alright, fine. Then I have nothing,” Jayce huffs, as he throws his deck down. 

Viktor lets out a little flabbergasted noise. 

“Well don’t show me your cards, you haven’t lost yet!” he insists. 

“You’re just going to win again!” Jayce refutes. 

“Of course I am! But it’s not fun if I don’t win!”

Jayce lets out a deep throaty laugh. Of course Viktor wants to win. He always does. It started at their first innovators competition. Viktor had a fire in his eyes that only Jayce saw. He had maintained his usual, cold composure, but something about him was…exihilarating. It was the way he furiously maintained their crystal, it was the way he eyed all of their competitors’ exhibitions. That was when Jayce’s thoughts began. He is disgusted with himself. He shouldn’t be thinking about a man, let alone his best friend, in this way. It’s similar to the thoughts he had about Mel when he first met her. Of course, those thoughts are long gone, Mel’s just a friend now. Just like Viktor should be. Viktor is just a friend. Viktor is a man. Viktor is…

Viktor smirks at Jayce. Oh fuck.

***

“Aw geez, Vik,” Jayce looks out his window. The sun has already set, judging by the shining white lights, the streetlamps are already on. It must have been dark for a while. 

“I’m so sorry, I kept you for so long,” Jayce begins standing up and collects his cards. 

“I enjoyed today,” Viktor sighs with that smile. That smile that sends a jolt of tenderness through Jayce’s entire body. His mouth goes dry, his legs go weak. This should not be happening. This should not be happening. This should not be happening.

“Next time, I’ll take you somewhere,” Viktor says and he grabs his cane from the couch and gets off the floor.

“Um, I’d like that,” Jayce replies as Viktor walks to stand next to him. “I’ll drive you home.” 

“You own a car? How much did it cost?” Viktor queried. 

“Nothing, actually,” Jayce replies with a smirk. “Gift from Heimerdinger.” 

“Ah, another one of your admirers. Are you going to bend him over as well?” Viktor jokes, simply staring off into the distance. 

Jayce is sure he’s red. 

“Vik! What the fuck!?” Jayce gasps, his jaw is agape, his eyes wide.

Viktor doubles over in laughter, a cackle ringing out throughout Jayce’s apartment as he stares at Viktor in horror. 

“I’m,” Viktor’s sentence is interrupted by a gasping laugh. “I’m joking. Relax.”

Jayce lets out a little indignant noise. 

“You just implied I was going to screw my boss! I will not relax!” he yells. “Oh my god, I will never be getting that image out of my head. Thanks a lot!”

That is only so much more amusing to Viktor because he wails out in laughter. And then he starts wheezing. 

“Oh my god, Viktor, are you ok?” Jayce immediately goes to pat his back, looking intently at him for any indication of an attack. 

“I am fine. Just…laughed too hard,” Viktor wheezes.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have made that joke,” Jayce states as he takes the hand that was on Viktor’s back and hooks it underneath his arm to help him up. 

Oh dear. He smells good. Why is Jayce smelling him? 

“Let me drive you home, Vik,” Jayce says and he walks with him to the door. 

***

Jayce sat alone on the edge of his bed. This was not supposed to happen. These thoughts need to stop. They were never supposed to happen. Jayce isn’t supposed to be having these thoughts about a man. Any other man can have these thoughts, but Jayce can’t. He’s the golden boy. But Viktor is everything to Jayce. He’s his best friend, his partner. Viktor made him happy. When he was drafted for the war Viktor was the first to send a letter to him. Viktor was the one who made him smile, Viktor…Viktor was everything. Which is why Jayce isn’t allowed to think these thoughts. He is violating Viktor as a person by thinking these thoughts, what kind of person would do that to their best friend? 

Jayce is a horrible fucking person. 

***

It’s cold today. New Year's is in a week and Jayce is expected to throw a party, as usual. Fortunately for him, his best friend visits his apartment every year to help him plan. Right now Jayce is pacing in the living room while Caitlyn combs through a planner as she sits upright on Jayce’s couch.

“Hey Cait,” Jayce says, “Um…can you ask you something?”

“What’s up?” Caitlyn tilts her head up to look at Jayce. 

“Ok…um…so I…I’ve been having… thoughts … about someone I’m not supposed to be having thoughts about…and it’s become a problem, because…I think these thoughts all the time,” Jayce begins.

“Do you fancy a girl at work?” Caitlyn asks. 

“Not exactly…”

“Well what kind of thoughts do you have?” Caitlyn writes something down. 

“I…think about…the person’s smile, and how cute the person is…and how funny and sarcastic and smart he is…” Jayce rambles.

“He?” Caitlyn stops writing. 

Jayce is a fucking idiot. 

Caitlyn’s family would surely drop him for this. A conservative, old money, upper class family? Yeah, Jayce is screwed. 

“I never pegged you for the type,” Caitlyn continues writing. 

Fuck, she’s disgusted, isn’t she?

Jayce puts his head in his hands and sighs deeply. He should at least say something to Caitlyn before she cuts him out of her life forever. 

“Are you going to tell your parents?” he asks, peering at her through a small crack in his fingers.

“Why would I?” Caitlyn’s mouth tugs at the corners in a small smirk. 

“Are you not disgusted by me? Having these,” Jayce gestures with one hand, “thoughts about another man?”

Caitlyn scoffs. “Why would I be?”

“Because I’m a man, having these thoughts about another man…” Jayce lets his voice trail off as his hands drop down to his side. 

“And I’m a woman, having these thoughts about another woman,” Caitlyn replies with a big smile. 

“I feel like you’re mocking me now, wait what?” Jayce takes a minute to process what Caitlyn says. 

Caitlyn’s smile only grows as she writes another thing down.

“So, are we thinking grape juice or apple?” Caitlyn finally looks up from the planner to make eye contact with Jayce.

Jayce stares back at Caitlyn, dumbfounded. 

“Uh…apple…apple,” he says as he blinks away his confusion.

The room is filled with tense silence, mainly from Jayce’s end, Caitlyn is having the time of her life. 

“So what question did you want to ask me?” Caitlyn eventually asks as she reaches to replace her pen. 

How can she be so calm? Jayce just accidentally admitted that he had homosexual feelings, the public would shun him for this if they ever found out. Even worse, Caitlyn just admitted that she also had homosexual feelings. Caitlyn Kiramman. The only heir to the affluent Kiramman family. This could be a scandal for her family and she just…admitted it. 

“Jayce?”

“Uh, yeah…um…what-what do you think these thoughts mean?” Jayce mutters out, shaking his head. 

“It means you’re in love with him.” Caitlyn replied, her eyes never leaving the decoration sheets.

“What-! I am not in love with Viktor!” Jayce practically shrieks. His hands fly upwards in a defensive position, he takes a step back, his mouth falls agape again. 

“Right, you just think about him all the time, and- did you just say ‘Viktor’?” Caitlyn is looking at Jayce with an expression that he can’t determine is amused or shocked. Probably both. 

“You’re in love with Viktor?” she laugh-speaks. “That makes far too much sense.”

She sets her planner down for the first time since she got here and stands up to face Jayce. 

“Jayce, people don’t think about their best friends all the time, they don’t think about their smiles all the time. You are in love ,” she insists. 

“You don’t know anything Cait!” Jayce throws his hands up, and stomps around. 

Caitlyn scoffs and sits back down. 

“Keep telling yourself that, Jayce,” she says as she flips through another decoration booklet. 

***

Jayce isn’t in love with Viktor. He really isn’t. He’s never been in love before, but this isn’t love. He just enjoys being around Viktor. Because Viktor is his best friend . This isn’t love. It’s a brotherhood. It’s friendship. It’s not love, at least, not that kind. 

***

“You’ll have to increase the diameter of those pipes or else the pressure will be too high,” Viktor notes. He appeared out of nowhere and he’s now peering over Jayce’s shoulder and his face is inches away from Jayce’s. 

“Uh, yeah. Ok, thanks V,” Jayce murmurs. Did Viktor’s lips always look that soft? They look so kissable… no . 

“I’m going to head out now, Vik. It’s getting late,” Jayce stretches his arms above his head before standing up. 

“Let me take you out then.”

“What?”

Viktor cleans up his lab table as he continues to speak.

“I told you last week, at your apartment, next time I would be taking you out,” he explains once he finally gets off his stool.  

Right. Taking out. Because this isn’t a date. It’s just two friends going out together. Because Jayce isn’t in love with Viktor. 

“Then where are we going?” Jayce slips into his jacket that he left sprawled out on his desk.

“A place.”

Jayce scoffed, leave it up to Viktor to be as undescriptive as possible, but then again that was just something he loved about Viktor. But he didn’t love Viktor. He loved things about Viktor but he wasn’t in love with him. Caitlyn is definitely wrong. Definitely. 

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Viktor is in love with Jayce. 

He knew he was in love with him during their first innovators competition, something about the way Jayce smiled when they won, the way he gave Viktor such tender encouragement and affection. Jayce was always like that, but Viktor only realized the extent of it when Jayce looked at Viktor with that bright, beautiful smile of his. 

“We did it, partner!” he had laughed. 

At that moment, Viktor realized that Jayce was going to be the only person he truly loved. In fact, Jayce was the first person that Viktor wanted to have sex with exclusively . Now, Viktor is not a prude in the slightest. He quite enjoyed sex; it’s very nice being filled up by someone twice your size (it’s even nicer filling that someone up). Regardless, Viktor never wanted sex with one person, he just wanted sex. Unfortunately for him, it was quite hard to find someone to spend the night with without getting caught by the police; he had barely evaded the law at the last gay club he went to. Viktor has been celibate for the past 3 months and god is he desperate for a release. 

Maybe that’s why he invited Jayce out. Of course, Jayce is definitely not gay, but Viktor still enjoys his company regardless. Perhaps that’s why he insisted on going to Jayce’s apartment, it always feels amazing to spend time with Jayce alone. Jayce’s apartment had smelt so great, like pine and something distinctly Jayce . The golden boy of Piltover, the exception to the widespread xenophobia that tore rampant throughout the land. Viktor has no chance with that, but maybe, just maybe, if Viktor takes Jayce out, he could pretend just for one day. If he stared at that beautiful smile of Jayce’s enough, he could imagine it was for his eyes only. If Jayce touched his shoulder and gave him enough hugs, Viktor could imagine that it would be followed by a kiss.

Today has to be perfect. 

***

“Then where are we going?” Jayce asks as he slides into his jacket. 

Ha…Viktor has no clue himself. 

“A place,” he says as he adjusts his brace to better accommodate today’s pain. He made it himself, because Piltovian doctors refused to treat a Zaunite. He never told Jayce that, he doesn’t want him to think any lower of him. 

“Well aren’t you feeling descriptive today, hm, V?” Jayce laughs and he steps over to Viktor and wraps an arm around his shoulders. Oh he’s warm. And there’s that smell again. 

“Pick me up at 8,” Viktor says with one of those smiles that hurt his face because of how unaccustomed he is. 

When Jayce slides his arm off Viktor’s shoulder, he mourns the loss but he’s quickly compensated by Jayce’s smile. 

“Why can’t you pick me up?” Jayce pouts. Cute. Viktor wants to kiss him. 

“Because I don’t have a car,” Viktor replies and all he wants to do and wrap his arms around Jayce’s waist and kiss his stupid face while his beautiful hazel eyes look at him in awe and then he wants to kiss his lips and dive his tongue into his mouth until Jayce is moaning and sighing and then-

“Hmph, fair,” Jayce concedes. “I’ll be there, Vik.”

Perfect, now Viktor had 3 hours to figure out where in Janna’s sake he was going to take Jayce. 

***

A restaurant maybe? That’s romantic right? Then of course, all the more romantic restaurants nowadays cost a fortune, and Viktor obviously can’t pay for that and he would never leave Jayce with the bill, so no. A bar? Oh they’re all gone now. Well…not all . But then again…would Jayce be comfortable with a place like that? Back to contemplating. 

***

Viktor finally chooses a place in the middle of his shower. He knows a speakeasy that doubles as a jazz club, so if Jayce wants to drink, then Viktor will slowly ease Jayce into the idea of a speakeasy, and if he’s into it, they’ll order a couple drinks, have a good laugh and they’ll walk home together. It’s perfect, it will be perfect. This has to be perfect.

“You have to be perfect,” Viktor says to his mirror as he slides into his bowtie and ties it perfectly so with nimble fingers. 

Jayce isn’t going to notice his bowtie, is he? Jayce is definitely not gay. Viktor should know. He knows everything about Jayce, that’s socially acceptable for a best friend to know. Jayce is majorly stuck on Mel Medarda, and what woman-loving person wouldn’t be? Mel is the epitome of perfection, with her hair and body decorated in gold, and the way she carries herself with an easy confidence. Viktor is jealous of her for stealing Jayce’s heart. 

After wallowing in his envy for what seems like forever, Viktor hears that signature two-toned knock that Jayce always does and a pang of anxiety shoots through his entire body. He runs a hand through his hair, slicked it back, and takes a quick look at himself in the mirror. He looks fine. A white button-up that covers his neck up to a small mole he has on the side and a black bowtie to tie it all together. He has a matching jacket and pants, it’s bland, but it’s fine. He thinks. Hopefully. 

He snaps out of his thoughts as he grabs his cane from where he leaned it against the wall next to his sink and walks to open the door. Jayce is standing on the other side with that ridiculously gorgeous smile and his stupid overtly-perfect hair. He’s wearing the same thing as Viktor, of course he is, everyone is wearing this nowadays. Jayce’s smile weakens when he sees Viktor for a bit. Oh fuck. Did Viktor do something wrong when he got ready? In his haze of envy and self-pity had he missed something? 

“Your hair…” Jayce murmurs.

Oh thank god, it’s just that. 

“Yes, I slicked it back, we’re going to a nice place, I thought I matched the occasion,” Viktor cocks his head. “Do you not like it?”

Jayce looks stunned, his eyes go wide, his jaw falls down and he shakes his head vigorously. 

“No no! I-It’s just new, Viktor! You…you look good,” Jayce stutters. 

At that moment, Viktor curses his pale complexion but blesses the broken light in his apartment.

“Let’s go, I will give you directions to the place,” Viktor finally says as he walks in front of Jayce, turning back once he gets to the sidewalk where Jayce’s car is parked. 

“Are you going to tell me what this mystery place even is?” Jayce asks as he jog-walks up to Viktor and helps him into the passenger seat. Jayce’s car is nice, it’s not quite as big as a carriage, but the novelty of it still hasn’t worn off Viktor. It’s painted a deep marronish-ish purple and it looks like a giant box with a part of the front extruded out. 

“A jazz club,” Viktor replies smoothly as he makes himself comfortable.

Jayce laughs. “I haven’t been to one of those since Mel brought me over there to meet some investors.”

Viktor goes silent. Mel brought Jayce on a date. She always does. 

“Ah,” he manages as Jayce settles into his seat. 

As Jayce turns to face Viktor, he has that ridiculous smile of his that stays plastered on as Jayce starts the car. 

Viktor directs Jayce around the roads to the club. He notices some carriage drivers turn their heads towards the car, it’s not everyday you see a car on the streets. 

As Jayce parks in front of the club he hops out of the car and goes to help Viktor out and up the stairs. It’s not necessary, Viktor can scale a few flights of steps himself, but it’s a sweet gesture regardless. They take a seat near the band and order finger foods and some mocktails. The club is a nice place, well-lit, decent food, (even better wine). Viktor has visited the club on several occasions, mainly for the booze, but he also appreciates the music. The two singers are extravagantly dressed women with short skirts, heavy makeup, and short bobs. One is dark skinned while the other is much more pale. 

“Enjoying the performance?” Jayce asks as he pops a cheese cube into his mouth. 

“I always do,” Viktor replies. “They are quite talented.”

A waitress comes over with their drinks and leaves. Jayce insists on a toast.

“To our friendship!” he explains as he eagerly lifts his glass and smiles at Viktor. Viktor concedes and taps his drink to Jayce’s. 

“To our friendship.”

They both sip their mocktails. Viktor’s drink is ok at best. Every time he’s come here he’s always gone straight to the bar, never giving him time to try the club’s legal drinks. He needs some wine.

“It’s…good,” Jayce declares as he sets down his glass. He’s lying. Jayce is a horrid liar and that’s just another thing that’s just so endearing about him. 

“Don’t you miss wine?” Viktor asks. Jayce, being the good law-bedding golden boy he is, turned in all of his bottles the day Piltover signed that ridiculous bill. 

“Well of course I do!” Jayce scoffs. “Who wouldn’t?” He traces the rim of his glass with his index finger. “But it’s not my fault Piltover went dry.” He looks up at Viktor. “Do you miss wine?”

Viktor bites his lip. It’s now or never. 

“How can you miss something that you never gave up?”

Jayce’s eyes go wide. Viktor thinks that they’re about to bulge out of his head. 

“I haven’t been…completely honest about our whereabouts, Jayce.” Viktor takes a nervous sip of his drink. He’s still not used to the mocktail taste so he sputters a bit. That seems to ease Jayce a bit because he smiles slightly.

“To be fair, you haven’t said much about this place,” Jayce replies.

Viktor hums thoughtfully. 

“I suppose I haven’t…but…this club…has a bar. With real alcohol. If you aren’t comfortable with it then we don’t have to.” Viktor finally says. 

Viktor can see the way Jayce’s throat bobs as he takes in his words. Viktor isn’t pious in the slightest, but he prays that Jayce won’t be disgusted by him. 

“If you’re comfortable with it, then I have no problem,” Jayce finally says with that adorable smile of his. 

“Then let’s go.”

***

Jayce is enjoying himself, Viktor can see it in the way he smiles and orders another glass. How his smile grows wider and laughs louder. Viktor is feeling a bit tipsy himself, but nothing too out of control. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a real drink,” Jayce says with that giant smile. “Thank you so much Viktor.” 

Viktor thanks whatever divine force there is that he has alcohol flush that can hide his reddening face. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s because Viktor’s been dying to do this for ages, but he leans to the side and rests his head on Jayce’s shoulder. God he’s warm, and he smells like pine because Jayce loves his pine cologne. Viktor can feel Jayce tense up under him but he relaxes eventually. When Viktor looks up to meet his eyes, there is such a sweet tenderness in his eyes. It’s one he’s never seen before. 

Viktor wants to kiss him so bad.

“You’re welcome, Jayce. It’s an honor to be your partner.”

Any girl would pay to be in Viktor’s place right now. On the shoulder with the perfect golden boy? The genius inventor of Piltover with a perfect body? 

Viktor can never be with Jayce. 

If it got out that Jayce were in a relationship with another man then his reputation would be permanently defiled. He could lose his position in the lab, he could get arrested, he could be sent to a mental institute. Viktor could handle that fate for himself, but never for Jayce. 

Immediately Viktor straightens up and gets off Jayce’s shoulder. Jayce looks at him with a short expression of what Viktor thinks is shock and hurt and it just tugs at his heartstrings.

“To our friendship!” Viktor tries with a strained smile. 

Jayce’s smile returns, but not as wide as before. 

“To our friendship,” he says again as they clink their glasses together.

***

Jayce continues drinking, and his smile only grows. He becomes more beautiful by the minute, but instead of raising Viktor’s spirits, his heart breaks by the way he can never love this beautiful man. But seeing Jayce happy makes Viktor happy. 

As the night grows, Jayce gets more and more boisterous until Viktor decides it’s time to bring Jayce home. Unfortunately, Jayce is far too intoxicated to drive and Viktor cannot drive a car or a carriage, so he walks with Jayce. 

“Mm’ sorry Vik…” Jayce mumbles as he leans into Viktor. Even in his adorable intoxicated state Jayce still makes sure to accommodate Viktor’s legs as he wraps his arms around his waist. 

“For what?”

“Getting drunk. I haven’t drank in a while. Not used to it,” Jayce sighs as he nuzzles his face into Viktor’s neck. 

Viktor is thankful it’s so late and there’s no one around to witness this. 

“It is fine Jayce. I’m not mad,” Viktor replies as he tries to keep Jayce upright. 

Jayce simply mumbles. 

Viktor takes him to his own apartment because Jayce’s apartment is in a nicer and farther part of Piltover.

“I’ll let you sleep on the couch,” Viktor tells Jayce as he unlocks the door to his apartment. Jayce  mumbles cutely as he stumbles into Viktor’s living room. Suddenly he stands up straight and turns around to look at Viktor, his eyes tender. Viktor walks up to Jayce and stands in front of him. 

“I hope you had a good time tonight,” Viktor says as he wipes away some messy strands of Viktor’s hair out of his face. 

Viktor is expecting him to nod or say something sappy like, “I had a great time partner.”

What Viktor isn’t expecting is to feel Jayce’s rough calloused hand on the back of his head pulling him in.

Jayce’s lips against Viktor’s are amazing. They’re warm, and soft, and everything that Viktor has ever imagined but better . And Viktor knows that Jayce is drunk and that he should stop this but he’s wanted this for so long and all he wants is to keep going. The kiss is sloppy and messy and it’s nowhere near the neat first kiss Viktor had been imagining they could have, but god does he love it. Viktor slides his hands over Jayce’s shoulder and pulls him closer, and he feels Jayce rest his other hand on his hip and presses their faces even closer. Viktor slides his tongue along the edge of Jayce’s lips and hums happily when Jayce gives him entry and oh god, Jayce tastes fantastic . He’s warm, and soft and Viktor can still taste the wine on his tongue and somehow that makes it even better. 

“I love you…Viktor, I love you,” Jayce sighs and oh that’s just perfect. It’s everything Viktor’s ever wanted and so he tugs at Jayce’s hair and he whines . He’s so cute and perfect. Viktor wants this moment to last forever. 

Jayce’s hand on Viktor’s hip slides up underneath his shirt and Viktor snaps out of it. Kissing a drunk man is already pushing it, but having sex with a drunk man? With as much strength as he can muster, both mentally and physically, Viktor pushes Jayce off him causing the larger to stumble backwards a few steps. 

Oh, Jayce is looking at Viktor with that hurt little expression he had at the bar and it breaks Viktor’s heart. 

“You’re drunk Jayce,” he explains. “You should rest.”

Jayce nods and stumbles onto Viktor's couch and stares at him with those big adorable eyes. 

“Good night partner,” Jayce murmurs sleepily as Viktor drapes a blanket over Jayce. “I love you.”

Viktor wants to say it back so bad. Viktor wants to kiss Jayce’s forehead and say, “I love you too.” But he can’t, because Jayce might think that this relationship will have a chance, and it doesn’t, because it would ruin Jayce. 

“Good night, Jayce.”

Jayce whines and shifts before sinking into a deep sleep. Viktor turns the lights off and retreats to his bedroom. There, he sits on his bed and sighs one of those hopeless sighs before undressing and running away into the clutches of sleep.

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Jayce was incredibly nervous when he was preparing to pick Viktor up, because, even though this isn’t a date, Jayce still wanted to look good for Viktor. He’s not in love with him. 

When Viktor opened the door, he looked amazing. Jayce has never seen Viktor in formalwear before. They wore the exact same thing tonight, but he thought that Viktor looked so much better. Something about the way Viktor looks with his hair slicked back does something to Jayce. He loves Viktor’s natural curls, but by god, he looks good with slicked back hair. Jayce isn’t in love with him, though. 

Jayce was shocked when Viktor revealed that the club they were at was a speakeasy, but he really wanted to see Viktor drunk because that would probably be really cute. Jayce isn’t in love with him though. 

A cute, flushed, swaying Viktor is adorable. Jayce isn’t in love with him. 

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a real drink,” Jayce said with a smile. “Thank you so much Viktor.” 

When Jayce felt the warm weight of Viktor on his shoulder, Jayce was shocked. But when he looked at him with his hair tousled as the gel dissolved, something tender rose in Jayce. It was a beautiful thing. Something sweet, something warm, something…lovely. Maybe it was the alcohol, but Jayce had a thought he has never had. 

I love him .

When Viktor looked at him with those sweet golden eyes... Jayce is in love with Viktor. 

When Viktor walked Jayce to his apartment, Jayce couldn’t help but smell the alcohol on his skin and cling onto him. Jayce is in love with Viktor. 

When Viktor wiped Jayce’s forehead, a pleasant warmth spread through him. Jayce is in love with Viktor. 

When Jayce kissed Viktor, he tasted so much better than anyone else Jayce has ever kissed. Jayce is in love with Viktor. 

Jayce is in love with Viktor. 

Jayce is in love with Viktor. 

***

Before Jayce even wakes up, his brain is already replaying the memories of last night. His head is banging and the sunlight only makes it worse, but Jayce still remembers. He remembers the cute way Viktor laid his head against his shoulder last night, and the way he felt against his lips and…Viktor pushed him. 

Viktor pushed him. 

Viktor pushed him. 

That means Viktor didn’t like it. That means Viktor is disgusted by him. Jayce desperately thinks back to the kiss, he had felt Viktor tug at his hair. At the time Jayce had simply assumed that Viktor pulled on his hair because he enjoyed the kiss, but now…what if he was trying to pull Jayce off him? What if Jayce had just ruined their entire partnership? What if Viktor kicks him out of his life for this? Just when Jayce had come to terms with being in love with Viktor. 

Jayce sits up on the couch and pulls his knees up to his chest. He wraps his arms around his legs and begins rocking back and forth. If he keeps himself busy, maybe he won’t cry. 

Jayce loses track of the time. Viktor comes out of his bedroom in long white briefs and a tanktop, his hair tousled and tangled. 

“You’re up,” he says to Jayce. 

Those golden eyes meet Jayce’s and a jolt of fear rushes through him. This beautiful man is looking at him with that piercing stare. It’s similar to the way Viktor looks at Jayce whenever the latter has to shake him awake at the lab, but this is different. Viktor is angry. 

“Viktor, I-,” Jayce begins. 

“I will go get breakfast for you,” Viktor interrupts. He begins walking to the kitchen and grabs a plate of bread from the fridge and tosses it onto a pan. 

The two of them stay in awkward silence as Viktor cooks the bread. Jayce is concerned with his cooking methods, but that’s not the most important thing on his mind right now. 

“Viktor I have no excuse for last night,” Jayce begins. 

“You drank too much,” Viktor says again. “I am not angry.”

Jayce can hear the tapping of Viktor cane as he goes to sit next to Jayce and hands him his plate. On it sits a single piece of toast, it’s undercooked on one side and burnt on the other. On the burnt side sits a cold block of butter. Viktor is mad at him. 

Jayce takes a hesitant bite of the toast. It’s horrible. The burnt side is so charred that it’s all Jayce can taste. He swallowed quickly to get the taste out of his mouth as quickly as possible. It’s somehow even worse coming down his throat. He gags a bit and he can tell that Viktor is offended because he purses his lips and averts his gaze from Jayce. A hacking cough escapes Jayce’s throat that he desperately tries to calm. He can hear an adorable little laugh from Viktor. When Jayce raises his gaze to look at Viktor he sees him with an adorably sweet tiny smile. A thick blush spreads through Jayce’s cheeks and he switches his gaze to his floor as he swallows. 

Jayce should say something. 

He has to say something. 

Viktor deserves an apology.

“I-...I shouldn’t have kissed you. It was a complete violation of your personal space,” Jayce says. “I am so sorry.”

Jayce gasps as he feels a hand on Jayce’s shoulder. His eyes shoot up to look back at Viktor and he’s smiling so tenderly that Jayce’s body feels so warm and lovely and…Jayce is so in love, isn’t he?

“Do not apologize, Jayce. I am not upset,” Viktor says.

Jayce leaps up and pulls Viktor into a tight hug. He sobs into Viktor’s neck and he can feel his tears pooling at Viktor’s shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry, Vik,” he sobs.

Viktor tenses up below him and Jayce can feel the way his hand stiffly pats his back. It’s so amazing, so kind. A stark contrast to the way Viktor acts towards most people. But Viktor is so kind to Jayce. Viktor is his dearest friend. 

“You said you loved me,” Viktor states. 

Jayce freezes. 

The world slows down, but Jayce’s heart rate beats faster. 

He’s fucked, isn’t he?

“Viktor…I-...” 

“I will not do anything drastic no matter what you say,” Viktor continues. “I can handle anything you say to me, as long as you tell me the truth.” 

There’s a thick pause between the two of them. Jayce doesn’t want to make Viktor uncomfortable around him, but he just can’t bring himself to lie. Not when Viktor rubs his back. Not when Viktor’s voice assumes such a tender tone that he hasn’t heard before. Not when Viktor is Viktor. 

“I-I think I love you,” Jayce says, finally. “I-...I think I’ve always been in love with you.”

Viktor is silent. Jayce’s heart beats faster and faster. Every second that passes in silence is pure torture for Jayce. He clings desperately to Viktor’s tanktop and shifts so he can press his head into Viktor’s chest. Hear his beautiful heartbeat. Hear it racing. Everything about Viktor is amazing. He loves everything about him. He doesn’t know why he didn’t acknowledge this before, but he loves Viktor. He loves Viktor. He loves Viktor. And he’s so scared of what Viktor will say. He doesn’t want Viktor to leave him. He doesn’t want their relationship to change. He wants Viktor to stay. He wants Viktor to be comfortable with him. Viktor isn’t obliged to love Jayce, but god, Jayce prays that Viktor does. 

“I feel similarly.” Viktor finally says.

Jayce tilts his head up to look at Viktor. He searches for any sign of insincerety, but he doesn’t find any. Only tenderness. Only love.  

Jayce leaps up and kisses him again. Viktor lets out a little noise, as he falls back onto the couch with Jayce above him. 

“Jayce!” Viktor sighs as Jayce plants kisses along his neck. 

“I…I’ve never done anything like this with a-uh…with a man,” Jayce whispers shyly into Viktor’s shoulder. 

When Viktor pets Jayce’s hair softly, he lets out a satisfied hum as he keens into the touch. 

“Would you like to receive or give,” Viktor asks as he scratches Jayce’s scalp. “I don’t mind either.” 

The noise that leaves Jayce’s mouth is nothing short of embarrassing. It’s a cross between a whine and a bark. Jayce didn’t even know it was possible for him to make a noise like that, but Viktor seems to love it, because his smirk grows. 

“Answer me, Jayce.”

Jayce swallows as he stares at Viktor. He’s getting harder by the second; he can feel his cock poking into his thigh. 

“I want to make you feel good,” Jayce finally says. “I want to give you everything and anything. Because I love you.”

Jayce thinks that’s the first time he sees Viktor look bashful. It’s the adorable little way he nibbles at his bottom lip and refuses to meet Jayce’s eyes. He almost looks sad, but he’s so cute. 

“I have a bottle of oil for this in my bedroom for this,” Viktor murmurs quietly. “Go get it.”

Jayce hops off the couch and rushes to Viktor’s bedroom. He trips over the ledge in the doorway and slides forward. As he slides, he comes to an abrupt stop. The stop is accompanied with a pain that feels like yelling inside his head. 

“Fuck!”

Jayce looks up and sees Viktor’s bed frame three inches away from him. 

“Are you ok?!” Viktor screams from the couch. 

Jayce isn’t too aware of his surroundings, as much as he is with the burning pain in his head, but he is vaguely aware of the rushed tapping of Viktor’s cane. 

“Jayce Talis, you absolute half-wit,” Viktor sighs. “Are you alright?”

Viktor kneels down and grabs Jayce’s face and pulls him so they’re face to face. Jayce whines in pain as Viktor uses his index and thumb to widen his eyelid. 

“Sorry,” Viktor sighs as he moves to the other eye. “I don’t think you have a concussion. I can get some snow from outside for your head.”

“No,” Jayce whines, his hand flying to Viktor’s wrist. “I’m sorry, please stay. I want to do this with you. Please Viktor. Please.” 

Jayce thinks he feels a tear welling in the corner of his eye. 

“I love you,” Jayce continues. He’s definitely sobbing now. “Please, stay…”

Viktor stares at Jayce like he’s discovering something new, something wonderful, something scary. 

“Just let me help you get better then we can continue where we left off,” Viktor says slowly. Very deliberately. 

Jayce whimpers as he slowly releases his grip on Viktor’s wrist. He’s trembling as he sobs as he stares at Viktor. 

“I love you.” Jayce says as Viktor leaves the bedroom.

***

The snow that had been on Jayce’s forehead is fully melted, leaving his skin and Viktor’s hand wet with small specks of dirt and twigs. Jayce clings to Viktor’s waist and lets Viktor pet his hair as he nuzzles into his neck. Viktor’s bed is thin and stiff and the two of them can barely fit on it, but it’s fine, because Jayce is right on top of Viktor. 

“Feeling better, Jayce?” Viktor asks as he rubs Jayce’s forehead. 

“Mhm,” Jayce purrs happily. “Can we continue?”

Viktor’s hand stills in Jayce’s hair. 

“You wanted to give, correct?” he says. 

Jayce nods feverishly as he presses kisses against Viktor’s neck.

“Get off me, you will need a clear view,” Viktor says, trailing his hand down to Jayce’s ass and grabbing his right cheek. Jayce gasps and pulls Viktor in for a messy kiss. He’s so warm and the weight of his tongue on him is just so perfect. 

“Listen to me, Jayce,” Viktor sighs into the kiss, but Jayce can feel him smiling. 

Jayce doesn’t think he’s pouting, but Viktor laughs, so he might be. 

“Don’t look at me like that, be a sweetheart,” Viktor kisses his forehead and Jayce lets out another embarrassing noise. Viktor seems to love it though because he squeezes Jayce’s ass harder, eliciting a thick moan from Jayce. 

Viktor leans in and lets his lips brush against Jayce’s ears. The warmth of his breath sends delicious   tingles down Jayce’s spine. 

“Get off,” Viktor whispers before nipping Jayce's earlobe, dragging it backwards until Jayce makes a high-pitched shriek. 

Jayce obeys and slides backwards. He’s straddling Viktor’s hips, with his thick calves splayed to the side while he rests his hands on Viktor’s chest. Jayce has never been this aroused before. 

Viktor opens the drawer and pulls out a small bottle of oil, all without leaving Jayce’s gaze. Jayce is entranced, staring at Viktor like a moth caught in a flame. He’s only able to come back to awareness when Viktor taps his nose with the nozzle of the bottle. 

“Focus, Jayce,” Viktor chastises with a smirk. 

Jayce feels his jaw unconsciously go slack as he practically salivates at Viktor below him. 

“My undergarments,” Viktor demands. 

With a shaky hand, Viktor’s boxers are slowly removed while the slimmer of them grows impatient and tugs at the hem of his tank-top and yanks it over his head, allowing it to fall somewhere on the floor. 

Oh wow . Viktor is gorgeous . He’s so skinny that Jayce can count each individual rib in his body, his neck dotted with an adorable little mole that matches the one on his collarbone and hip. Staring like Viktor is like staring at the night sky, a mega beauty that engulfs you, one that makes you feel overwhelmed from the sheer vastness and splendor of it. Viktor is so beautiful. Jayce had a similar feeling when he did this for the first time with Mel, but with Viktor it’s so much bigger with such a soft surge that goes straight to Jayce’s heart and his dick. Jayce is staring, and he knows he is but he doesn’t care. 

He can feel the tears begin to prick in the corners of his eyes, Viktor is so perfect. So gorgeous. He’s everything to Jayce. As droplets stream down his face Jayce can see the worry in Viktor’s eyes and he can feel the tenderness in the way Viktor wipes away his tears. 

“Are you ok? If you’re not ready-” Viktor begins to say before Jayce grabs his wrist, halting Viktor’s movements. 

“I’m fine,” Jayce asserts. “You’re just…so beautiful.”

Viktor blushes and it’s like a comet the way a beautiful pink soars through his neck on collarbone. Viktor’s erection only grows at the sight of Jayce above him, but he hardly notices it as he stares at every part of Viktor. 

As he ogles the thick curly wisps of hair below Viktor’s navel through thick sobs, he feels slender fingers grab his right hand and shove the oil bottle into it. 

“Lather your fingers, whichever ones you think you will be able to use with the most power for the longest amount of time,” Viktor tells Jayce, his tone playful with a teasing lilt. 

Jayce thinks he might die from arousal. He swallows as he raises both hands, but as he’s about to splay oil across his right hand, he notices something. 

“Hey Vik?”

“Hm?”

“Why does this bottle barely have any oil?” Jayce asks, looking at Viktor sadly. What if he doesn’t like Jayce like Jayce likes him? What if Jayce is just another casual sex partner to Viktor?

Viktor’s body becomes accented with the deep flush again, which Jayce would absolutely adore if it weren’t for his current apprehensions. 

“Well how do you know that’s not just how much I fill it up?” Viktor deflects. Jayce isn’t stupid. 

“Because some of the oil is adhering above the surface of line of the current level of the oil,” Jayce responds, tapping onto the clear container and the dripping oil inside.

“Jayce…did you really think I was a virgin?” Jayce panics and begins trying to deny it before Viktor continues. “Regardless, I will enjoy your company the most and now, exclusively .”

Jayce hasn’t even touched Viktor yet, but by god he is seeing stars. Jayce kisses him slowly, savoring the warm, beautiful feel of his lips.

“I’ll make you feel so good, V. I love you,” Jayce whispers before sliding downwards Viktor’s body. He trails down Viktor’s pale abdomen pressing wet sloppy kisses along the way that cause Viktor to shudder and moan. 

Once Jayce is face to face with Viktor's puckered hole, he drizzles a generous amount of oil onto his dominant hand, causing them to shine in the sunlight peeking through the blinds. 

“Is one finger good?”

“To begin with, but start adding more,” Viktor replies. “Do you think you can do tha-!?” 

Viktor is cut off by a strangled gasp caused by Jayce shoving his middle finger in. Viktor’s hole is so small that Jayce’s finger takes up at least half of its space.

“Oh. Fuck ,” Viktor sigh-laughs. “Another, you can, oh , you can add another.”

Who is Jayce to disobey? As he slips in another finger, Viktor screams and writhes on his fingers. It’s an entrancing sight to behold that way Viktor tries to ride Jayce’s fingers, the pulsating, ravishing, heat , engulfing Jayce’s fingers. Something this is more pleasurable than being inside anyone else. The way Jayce’s fingers slide into the thickness of Viktor…Jayce is so hard. 

“Viktor… can… can I?” Jayce whispers, still so very starstruck.

“Yes…!” Viktor chokes out, already lost in a delirious pleasured state. 

As Jayce hesitantly pulls his fingers out, Viktor creates a displeased, choked gasp, his eye immediately shooting to Jayce’s face, glaring at him. He’s so hot. 

Slowly, Jayce unbuttons his shirt from last night, carefully, as if he’s afraid if he were too imprudent Viktor would change his mind. He manages to shuck off his shirt before returning his attention to his pants, slowly slipping out of his pair. 

Oh god. 

This was the least amount of clothing Viktor has ever seen him in, and today he’ll be seeing even less.

Slowly but surely, he hooks his fingers on his waistband and slides out of his boxers. He manages to slide them down his feet and tosses them to the side as he leans forward to hold Viktor’s head as he kisses him. 

“Jayce. I swear, if you do not put that giant cock in me right now, I will put it in me myself .”

Jayce nips Viktor’s bottom lip a bit before pulling back to align himself with Viktor’s waiting hole. He takes in a deep breath before pushing himself in. 

Oh. Oh. Oh . 

 Viktor is amazing around him. He’s warm, tight, and he’s so good. He’s everything . All he can do now is moan .

“Viktor…” Jayce sighs as he feels Viktor around him . “Oh my god .”

Jayce pulls out slightly and pushes himself back in. He needs to be careful or else he’ll come too soon. 

Viktor is sighing beneath him, soft sighs and cries jolting out of him. His shoulders wriggle around as he adjusts to the size of Jayce. Viktor is nothing like Jayce as ever experienced before, he’s so pliant but firm at the same time. He’ll let you in, but limit your control at the same time. 

Each thrust makes Viktor groan, Jayce isn’t much better. It’s an all consuming sense of pleasure that engulf Jayce within its grasp. Each thrust quickens as he chases his climax. 

The sensation of pure pleasure is too much and he can feel the tears returning, and he lets them fall. Drops dot Viktor’s perfectly pale face making him seem even more angelic, a bit of Jayce on Viktor…Jayce can’t help but feel a wave of possessiveness as he sees the sight. 

“Jayce!” Viktor cries, raking his nails across Jayce’s back. A sharp pain ignites where Viktor’s nails trail over and some part of Jayce hopes the marks leave a scar. But now his attention is on Viktor. Viktor needs his release as well and Jayce intends to give it to him. His right hand grasps Viktor’s fully erect cock and begins pumping it in tandem with each thrust. 

“Fuck!” Viktor shrieks, his nails digging even further in Jayce’s back as he arches off the bed. Jayce savors the delicious pain and silently hopes that Viktor draws blood. 

“Look at you..” the larger mutters, sneaking his head into the crook of Viktor’s neck. He gently presses Viktor’s stomach so he’s laying flat back onto the bed. 

Viktor goes silently, the only noises coming from him little babbles of pleasure as Jayce continues his ministrations of his cock. 

“Come for me…” Jayce whispers in Viktor’s ear.

That does it.

Jayce feels the wetness of Viktor’s come smear over the back of his hand. It’s messy, and sticky, and Jayce should be disgusted, but it’s so hot . 

“Inside me,” Jayce hears Viktor demand, his good leg hooking around Jayce’s waist. 

“Yes Viktor…”

Within seconds, Jayce himself comes undone, his own come betraying him as it forces him out of Viktor’s warm hole. 

As Jayce pulls out, he raises himself above Viktor just enough to look at him. Viktor’s glazed, blissful eyes, looking at everything and nothing at the same time. Little pants rake across his slender body, and his grip on Jayce’s back loosens, much to the latter’s dismay. Finally, the exhaustion catches up to Jayce, his arms shaking and his legs crumbling beneath him. Jayce collapses onto Viktor, his entire body is on fire, his body relishing in the aftershocks of pleasure Viktor. 

“Oh Viktor…” Jayce sighs into his shoulder as he turns them around to lay Viktor on his stomach. 

He looks absolutely wasted, his eyes glazed as if he were staring at something far off, little strands of hair sticking onto his sweat-licked forehead. He’s so cute. He’s so amazing. Jayce can finally think these thoughts now without guilt. Because he knows he loves Viktor and because he knows that Viktor loves him too. 

Jayce wipes a few strands away from Viktor’s pale, kissable, forehead as he nuzzles into his neck.

“Did I make you feel good?” Jayce whispers into his neck. He can feel his breath reflect back onto his face from Viktor’s neck. It makes him feel dizzy with the knowledge that he’s this close to Viktor. 

“Yes…You made me feel very good,” Viktor mutters into the space behind Jayce. 

Jayce lets out a giddy giggle that he’s sure he would be absolutely mortified if anyone besides Viktor heard him. 

“I love you,” Jayce sighs into the air. He can feel the way Viktor stiffens on top of him, he must be shy. So cute. Jayce loves him so much. Jayce wants to do everything with Viktor. Jayce wants Viktor to know how much he loves him.

“Let me take you out!” Jayce exclaims, his hands whisk to Viktor’s shoulders to push him back a bit so he can look him in the eyes. 

Viktor’s features contort in confusion, his eyebrow raising in that cute way that drives Jayce insane. 

“As in you’ll shoot me or take me on a date?” he asks with a curious lilt in his voice. 

“The second one,” Jayce says, his smile unwavering. 

Viktor groans as he stretches out his sore muscles and winces, drawing his right leg up in pain as he goes to soothe it. 

“Viktor! Are you ok?” Jayce gasps. 

He eases Viktor off his chest gently and gently touches his knee. 

“Where does it hurt?” Jayce says softly. Viktor gestures vaguely in the direction of his calf still groaning pain. 

Jayce scrambles to realign himself to face Viktor’s leg as he traces circles into the tense muscle.

“That better?” Jayce asks, pressing small kisses to the muscle as he continues his ministrations. 

Viktor remains silent, letting out silent groans from the pressure. Jayce draws his hand up and down Viktor’s leg as he feels the muscle loosen. Finally, Viktor’s sighs slowly die down into relief. 

“Thank you, Jayce…” Viktor says after a while. “You are…very kind.”

Jayce looks up at Viktor and meets those sweet, honeyed eyes staring down tenderly at him. 

“Anything for you, my love,” Jayce smiles and leans up to kiss Viktor. When he breaks, he sees that cute pink spreading across Viktor’s face again. 

“What’s with the tenderness already?” Viktor asks, refusing to meet Jayce’s gaze. “We aren’t even dating yet.”

“Well that’s why I want to take you out!” Jayce exclaims. 

Jayce erupts into wild laughter while Viktor chuckles as Jayce buries his head into Viktor’s chest. 

“You have a cute laugh,” Jayce giggles as he presses a quick kiss to Viktor’s chest. 

“Uh-...Where-where did you want to take me out to?” Viktor stammers quickly, rubbing his hand in Jayce’s hair. 

“I have no clue,” Jayce replies with a big smile. 

***

“So I’ll be here by 8,” Jayce says as he puts his coat back on. 

“Then will you tell me where we’re going?” Viktor asks as he plays with the strands on Jayce’s forehead. 

“Mhm.” Jayce plants a little kiss on Viktor’s cheek and before heading out the door. 

“Bye Viktor, see you!” Jayce says with a big smile that hurts his cheeks. 

As the door closes behind Jayce he lets out a little whoop. He pumps his fists and laughs as he skips around. 

“Let’s fucking go !” he sighs. 

He practically skips all the way to the jazz bar where Viktor left his car, he practically sings as he drives to his apartment. He’s giddy with excitement, love, and pure ecstasy. It’s an even better feeling than when he was literally inside Viktor just a few hours ago. As he pulls into his apartment, he takes a shower and dances to whatever song plays on the radio. He thinks it’s Louis Armstrong, but he doesn’t keep up with jazz. As he dries off Jayce pulls on a white shirt. He compares two ties on him in the mirror before settling on the plain red one. He poorly hums along with the music playing on the radio as he ties it on. He slides on his favorite winter coat and hums as he applies wax to his hair. 

He shakes his shoulders in tune to the beat as he breaks a few chocolate bars in half and melts them into a saucepan. As he mixes in the milk, he sprinkles in a bit of cocoa powder and stirs until it turns into a liquidy consistency, tasting the wooden spoon he used to mix the hot chocolate. Today is going to be amazing. 

As he fills up two vacuum flasks with the hot cocoa he gently places them into a bag alongside a couple of blankets and a few extra winter coats in case Viktor gets cold. Once he gets his bag settled he rushes to his old storage closet and pulls out a medium-sized wooden sled. He walks around his apartment’s living room while staring at his clock. He fidgets with his fingers, tosses a pencil around a table, shakes his legs as he waits. Finally, the clock hits 7:45 and grabs the bag and the sled. He goes over his appearance one more time in the mirror and winks at himself before heading to his car. He loads up the sled, places the car in the backseat, and drives to Viktor’s apartment. 

***

As Viktor settles into the passenger side of his car, Jayce can’t help but admire Viktor’s beautiful figure. He’s wrapped up in a thick winter coat that covers him up to his nose, but Jayce can still see that cute little blush from the cold rising up his cheeks all the way up to his mole. 

“You look good,” Jayce says with a smile. It hurts his cheeks because of the cold, but he doesn’t care.

“Shut up,” Viktor bites back, but Jayce can see the way his cheeks are darkening. “Where are you even taking me?”

“Oh!” Jayce takes off his scarf and gently wraps it around Viktor. It covers Viktor’s cute mole, but Jayce is willing to deal with it for Viktor’s comfort. “We’re going sledding. A hill me and my mom used to go to! We’ll be all alone so that means we can do-” Jayce traces the edge of Viktor’s jawline, “- anything .”

“Jayce!” Viktor yelps as he swats Jayce’s hand away. “We’re in public you maniac!”

The snicker that Jayce lets out amuses Viktor, but Jayce relents and pulls the car onto the road. 

***

“I don’t suppose you expect me to climb that,” Viktor says, staring up at the hill in front of them. He stands side by side with Jayce, with the latter’s extra jacket draping along his shoulders.

“Of course not,” Jayce replies, still smiling. “There used to be an old toboggan tow somewhere around here. It went out of service a while ago, but it’s steam-powered, so it can’t be that hard to repair!”

Jayce drops the bag and the sled next to Viktor as he rushes over to the operator box, where a gorgeously designed steam engine sits. A wheel connects to a rusted pump and two tanks sit below the stand. 

“Did you bring your tools?” Viktor's voice startles Jayce, the snow must have muffled his cane. 

“I-uh…I know that the old operator had a tool box stashed away here somewhere…I just…” Jayce trails off as his focus returns to the engine in front of him. 

The warmth of Viktor’s body leaning on Jayce’s crouching form is a welcome sensation as he continues inspecting the engine. 

“I think the water isn’t making it to the boilers,” Jayce murmurs as he taps the tanks with his knuckle eliciting a muffled tunK .

“The tanks are full,” Viktor notes. “Do you think-”

“There’s a problem with the injector? Yeah… I just don’t know what.”

“Check the cones,” Viktor kneels down as best he can with his leg brace and leans closer to Jayce to get a better look. “They could be clogged.”

Somehow, between touches and observations, Viktor’s lips end up on Jayce’s and Jayce’s arm ends up on Viktor’s waist. 

This kiss isn’t like the others they shared. It’s tender, soft. It’s everything real . Jayce knows that Viktor is there. Viktor loves him. They slot together perfectly, two jigsaw pieces, two dancers, two pieces-.

“Oh my god,” Jayce gasps. “I-Give me a sec.”

Jayce lets go of Viktor’s waist, detesting the resulting cold, but he just had a realization. 

The cold of the metal of the engine is jarring to the touch, much unlike the warm comfort of Viktor’s body, but Jayce can’t stop now. 

“The rods…” Viktor gapes, pressing into Jayce as he tries to get a closer look. “They’re unaligned.”

“Yes!” Jayce celebrates as he takes the two pieces and shoves them around. They resist his pull, he has to spit on them to lubricate them, which Viktor protests. 

“The water from your spit could erode it!”

“It’s all we got.”

Finally, the two rods snap together with a loud groan that unpleasantly scratches Jayce’s ears and Viktor makes a face. 

“Well…” Jayce turns up to look at Viktor. “Let’s see how this goes.”

***

“You’re holding on tight?” Viktor asks, his hands digging into Jayce’s armpits, clinging on for dear life. 

“Mhm. You’re doing so good, we’re already half way there.”

Jayce rubs soothing circles on Viktor’s back as he sits on the moving toboggan. He’s facing up the hill with Viktor squished into his chest as the tow slowly pulls them upwards. 

“If you drop me I will kill you,” Viktor mutters, but he snuggles further into Jayce’s chest. 

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

As they reach the top Jayce adjusts the sled so it faces the downwards and lets Viktor sit in the front as he settles neatly behind him, wrapping his arms around the slender figure in front of him and grabbing the ropes. 

“Three, two… one !” Jayce countdown before setting the sled into motion. 

A familiar jarring cold immediately hits his face. Like an old friend you could still recognize in a crowd. Muscle memory kicks in and Jayce steers the sled downwards, an exhilarating feeling as the sled gains speed. 

“Rock, there’s a fuckin- ROCK!” Viktor screeches from the front as he pushes backward into Jayce. 

“I see it,” Jayce nonchalantly notes as he veers the sled away. “Don’t worry Vik, you’re safe with me-!”

The sled comes to an abrupt stop on a mound of snow, lodging itself into the packed powder. The people on the sled, however, do not stop, Viktor flies forward first, face-first into the unforgiving terrain. Jayce follows landing beside Viktor with a yelp as the snow beneath him yields to his body with a crUnch .

“Fuck, Viktor, are you ok?” Jayce sits up and sets Viktor upright as the cold bites at his cheeks. 

Viktor stares at Jayce, his eyes the size of platters while his pupils take up most of the space. 

“Hi…” Jayce chuckles awkwardly. Viktor doesn’t say anything, instead opting to stare at Jayce, and suddenly Jayce is very aware of the snow sticking on the top of his nose. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Viktor began beating Jayce. Two lithe fists pounding on Jayce’s shoulders and chest. It’s hard to feel pain when your attacker is half your size, but it is hilarious.

“You fucking…idiot!” Viktor sneers as another one of his fists land with pathetic thud. 

Jayce lets out little gasps as he laughs and weakly blocks Viktor’s attacks. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Mercy!” Jayce cries through choked laughs.

When Viktor finally ceases his relentless barrage of fists, Jayce is on his back in the snow, desperately seeking air through a fit of giggles. As he regains his breath to look at Viktor, he can see a fond smile on his face that Jayce just has to kiss. 

“Do you forgive me?” Jayce giggles as he slots his head into Viktor’s shoulder. 

“No.”

“Could I convince you to forgive me if I gave you hot chocolate?”

“...Maybe.”

***

“It’s good.” is all Viktor says when Jayce hands him a vacuum flask. He takes another sip. And another. Jayce doesn’t know when Viktor’s upper lip became stained with chocolate (during his sixth sip) but he does know that Viktor looks absolutely adorable. 

“Do I have something on my face?” Viktor asks. 

“Huh?”

“You’ve been staring at me for at least 5 minutes.”

***

“I…I enjoyed today,” Viktor says as he exits Jayce’s car. 

Tenderness rises inside Jayce and he’s sure it’s showing on his face. 

“Let’s do something like this again then.”

Viktor looks away and blushes, his eyes set on the gravelly pavement, hiding his gorgeous yellow eyes from Jayce. 

“I’ll see you at work tomorrow, Vik,” Jayce says with a smile. Viktor waves goodbye as he climbs the steps of his apartment, leaving Jayce alone in the dusk. Loneliness settled in the car, but it was placated by the sheer love he had for Viktor.

Chapter Text

This is bad. This is bad. This is so fucking bad. 

Viktor kissed Jayce again and it was delicious. Viktor had sex with Jayce and it was better than he had ever imagined. Viktor let Jayce take him on a date and it was magical.

And now…Jayce thinks their relationship has a chance.

Viktor needs to stop this. He was selfish, he let himself indulge in love. But he can’t afford to be selfish again. For Jayce’s sake. 

Viktor thanks whatever deity there may be that he had enough self-control to not say ‘I love you,’ yesterday. He has to shut this down. For Jayce. He’s finally kissed those plush lips that he’s been staring at for years. Finally felt Jayce inside him. Finally saw his entire body bare in front of him. His yearns have been satiated. This should be easy. All he has to do is tell Jayce that they should give up any further pursuit of a relationship. All he has to do is give up Jayce’s loving gazes, his sweet smiles, his warm kisses that he just got. This shouldn’t be so hard. 

He clenches the fabric of his pants as he grits his teeth until his jaw hurts. He’s sitting on his stool, but the familiar environment of the lab has suddenly become oppressive in Viktor’s conflicted haze. A thick melancholy sits in the air, a smog like the gases that erupt from the factories in his hometown that only Viktor has the misfortune of tasting. Not even the presence of his best friend (the one he’s not in love with) can allow Viktor to breathe. 

“Viktor, are you ok?” Sky asks, startling Viktor out of his self-induced conflict. “Your knuckles are white.”

Viktor isn’t a hundred percent sure how Sky is able to discern white from Viktor’s pale skin, but she is, forcing Viktor to make an excuse. 

“I didn’t notice.” That’s a lie that he knows that Sky can see right through but he has more important things on his mind. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me-” 

“I SAID I’M FINE.”

Sky’s expression shifts from mild annoyance and concern to shock. The guilt factory seems to be working overtime in Viktor’s atmosphere chockfull of pollution. 

“I’m sorry, sweet thing,” Viktor sighs, his voice tired, accent thicker. “I really am fine, just tired.”

As Sky’s expression relaxes, Viktor’s guilt grows. He shouldn’t have snapped her like that. 

“You’re working too hard, Vik,” Sky states, setting her books down at her station. “You should take a break, it’s good for the psyche.”

Viktor scoffs. 

“Thanks, but I don’t think a break will help me,” he replies, straightening his back, causing a slight jolt of pain from his brace. 

“Woah be careful!” a familiar, warm, and kind voice rang out from the doorway. Viktor whips his head around to be met with a towering figure, adorned with a white dress shirt and a beige vest. Janna, he looks as amazing as ever. 

“Hi Vik,” Jayce says with a smile as he takes a seat next to Viktor, his arm slinging over Viktor’s shoulder, the sheer strength in his body causing the two of them to shake side-to-side a bit. The familiar gesture that would usually make Viktor’s heart flutter only brings apprehension. 

“Hi Sky,” Jayce murmurs offhandedly and he slips his arm off Viktor. “So I was thinking…”

Fuck. 

Maybe it isn’t as bad as he thinks. Maybe he’s thinking about their engine. Maybe.

“About our…partnership,” Jayce interrupts his thoughts. 

Fuck. 

“I do not think it would be wise for us to discuss personal matters while someone is in the room, Jayce,” Viktor warns, tapping on the desk with his index finger. It’s an unspoken warning that accompanies his verbal one, only it’s much more threatening. 

“Right, right,” Jayce laughs softly as he begins going over blueprints. 

And just like that, they sink back into a comfortable, usual, rhythm. Jayce and Viktor go over schematics, plan experiments, call Heimerdinger, get told they need to fill out paperwork, Sky volunteers to fill it out for them. But it’s wrong. 

It’s wrong. 

Because Jayce is in love with Viktor, and he wants more. And all Viktor can do is suffer through it. 

Viktor’s only sanctuary is Sky. As long as she’s there, Viktor’s dreaded conversation is postponed. But it’s only so long until Sky gets up to go to the lab, she has her own experiments. And of course, Jayce pounces. 

A large hand makes its way to Viktor’s right shoulder as Jayce appears on his left.

“Viktor, listen. I really enjoyed yesterday, and I know we didn’t talk about what we are but…” 

How can this man be so hopeful about this relationship? How sheltered is he?

Viktor can’t even bear to look Jayce in the eyes.

“Jayce…listen we-.”

“Look at me,” Jayce interrupts, his voice tender and sweet. A bold contrast to the way his left hand dashes to Viktor’s face and grips his chin, swiping Viktor’s face to tilt towards Jayce’s face. Their breaths mingle. Somehow, this is even more intimate than a kiss. 

“Please, Viktor. I-...I really love you. I think I’ve always loved you, I’ve just come to terms with it very recently…but I love you,” Jayce whispers in the space between them. “So please. Have me.”

Viktor needs to say no. He needs to say no. He needs-

Jayce’s eyes are pretty. They’re so pretty. They’re so kind. A soft hazel. A beautiful, suffocating, hazel and now all Viktor wants to do is sink into them and drown so he becomes a part of Jayce. So they become two pieces, inexplicably bound together. 

How could he resist them?

“ok,” Viktor replies, breathing a little onto Jayce’s lips. 

Before he knows what’s happening, Viktor’s mouth is engulfed in new, but oh so familiar, heat. 

“Jayce! Stop!” he has the sensibility to screech, grabbing the edges of Jayce’s face and pulling him off. Their lips detach with a soft pop followed by a whine that Viktor is sure did not come from him. 

Jayce is looking at Viktor with big puppy dog eyes, his lips somehow slobbery from two seconds of kissing. 

Viktor needs so badly to tell Jayce that he was wrong. That this relationship shouldn’t happen. That they can’t proceed. But Viktor is weak to the handsome smile that adorns Jayce’s face. To the small scar that cuts up his right brow. To that delicious jawline. How could Viktor break his heart?

“We should talk about this later,” is all Viktor can bring himself to say. 

The rest of the day is as mundane as usual. No new breakthroughs with their engine, more new paperwork (Viktor swears he saw the same contract three times after signing it). The only difference is that Viktor can feel Jayce’s eyes on him. He’s always been able to tell when Jayce is looking at him, but now it’s so much more obvious. Instead of the glances Jayce threw his way before all this happened, Viktor can see Jayce staring at him through his peripheral. Whether to be flattered or disconcerted is a mystery that Viktor is sure he’ll never solve. 

As soon as Sky exits the room again, Jayce grabs at the opportunity like a starved vulture. 

“I’ll be right back Viktor, I just need to check up on my plants,” Sky announces as she gathers her 

“Bye Sky,” Jayce murmurs as he buries himself further into blueprints. 

Sky waves back politely before heading out the doorway.

Viktor knows Jayce doesn’t think he noticed, but he can see the glare Jayce shoots her way. He must make a note to scold him for that later.

Viktor looks to the side, his head pointing away from Jayce to grab another sheet of paper and when he returns to his default position, Jayce is right there, on his knees, cheek resting on the table next to his stack of papers, once again, looking. 

Viktor takes in a deep inhale-gasp when he sees Jayce, not expecting whatever the latter is doing to occur. The breath burns his throat and lungs with a fire that presents itself out of Viktor’s mouth as a hacking cough that he manages to pass off as a reaction due to shock. 

After a moment of nervousness on Viktor’s part, Jayce opens his mouth. 

“So what did you want to talk about?”

Oh. So that’s why he was here.

“Jayce. If we want to pursue a relationship the same way a man and woman would, we cannot be careless. We cannot not allow this to become public. It would ruin-” you, Jayce. It would ruin you - “us.”

The desk shakes a bit under Jayce’s incessant nodding. Cute. 

Good. That settles it. Viktor’s being selfish, and reckless, and he knows it, but the universe has already tormented him enough, he should be allowed to indulge. After all, Jayce falls in love easily, but he doesn’t stay in love. Viktor figures that he will allow himself however long he gets with Jayce until he eventually loses interest and ends things. That way Jayce leaves unscathed and Viktor leaves with the happiest memories of his life. No one else has to be put at risk. They can keep this secret and-

Back in their academy days, Jayce had gotten sufficiently drunk on wine, specifically wine he had poured (from multiple bottles) into their Distinguished Innovators trophy and chugged straight out the cup. Viktor himself was a little tipsy, but he figured that he was doing better than Jayce. After all, he had drunk 3 bottles more than Jayce had (and he did so in a glass). 

A drunk Jayce had stumbled around his dorm before finally settling on his couch, lying on his back with his left arm propped onto his forehead and his right dropping off to the side. 

“Whatever happened to Mr. I’m Not A Lightweight?” Viktor teased as he slipped out of his coat. He missed the coat stand a few times, but at least his didn’t end up on the floor next to Jayce’s. 

“I’m nottt,” Jayce insisted, heaving his fists around like a little boy throwing a tantrum. “Just drank a lot.” his voice slurred heavily on his Rs. 

“I drank more,” the slender of them reminded. 

There are sounds Viktor never thought that Jayce could make, that is, until he was proven wrong. Viktor never thought Jayce could cry, but he did when Viktor first saw him after getting reprimanded by Heimerdinger. Viktor had never thought Jayce could be furious, but when he thought Viktor wasn’t watching he would explode on anyone that so much as glared at Viktor. And Viktor never thought Jayce would stick his tongue out and make a pffffft sound, but he just did. And he fucking giggled. 

“You’re just…mmmm…whatever the opposite of a lightweight is!” the large dog on the couch declared, with a raised right hand and a pointed index finger. “A…um…a…a…a heavy-thin!”

Seeing Jayce reduced to such a state was either the best or the worst thing to ever happen to Viktor, he decided as he hummed thoughtfully. 

“Are you always this clever while you’re intoxicated?”

His lean body does not take up much space on the couch’s armrest as Viktor makes himself comfortable. 

“I am clever with and without wine,” Jayce insisted with a big smile. “But enough about me.” He slurred and elongated the ee sound. “Tell me about you.”

When faced with a smile like that, how could anyone resist obliging? 

“What am I to say that you don’t already know about me?”

That did a number on Jayce. He pouted, his cute nose scrunched…and he giggled again. 

“What do you want in a relationship?” Jayce blurted. 

What. 

No no no no nono nono nononononono. 

What should Viktor even say? 

‘Oh I’m in love with you and your brilliant mind and how kind you are and I want to fuck you five ways to Sunday and I want you to do the same.’ 

Ha, tough chance. 

No one has asked Viktor this question before (mainly because most Pilties are classist pieces of shit that wouldn’t even look Viktor in the eyes).

“I…I like a partner that’s kind and smart,” Viktor tried. “Um, if he-she wanted to keep our relationship a secret, I wouldn’t mind-”

Jayce made that noise again, effectively cutting Viktor off. 

“Why would you want to keep it a seeeecret? Who would want to keep a secret with someone like yooooou? Oh, your alcohol flush is showing. Heh, heavy-thin.”

Viktor was too busy focusing on the sudden temperature spike of the room to notice his nose being scrunched by Jayce’s finger. 

“If III had a girlfriend, I’d want the whole world to know!” Jayce made a little ‘boom!’ gesture with his hands to drive the point home. “I wouldn’t be able to not tell anyone!” 

Resisting such cuteness is incredibly hard, and Viktor was too inebriated to do anything very difficult. Lithe fingers stroked Jayce’s sweatstained hair back away from his forehead, earning a content little noise from Jayce. 

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

- Jayce is definitely going to tell someone, isn’t he?

“You cannot say anything to anyone,” Viktor quickly adds. 

“I won-”

“Not even Ximena, not even Mel, not even Caitlyn.”

That shocks Jayce.

“V, Cait is my best friend, and my mother? Vik, I’m going to tell my mom-” Jayce insists. 

“No. You’re not. It’s too risky.”

“They’re not going to rat us out! Caitlyn likes girls herself!” Jayce refutes. 

Oh. That’s news. Viktor always did have a lingering suspicion. 

“Regardless, they are still at risk! You don’t understand the-” Viktor stops himself before he says something he regrets. “It’s just for their safety,” he says after a long pause.

That does it. Jayce’s adam apple bobs, he chews on his tongue, he lets out a short breath.

“Yeah, ok fine. No telling anyone,” Jayce finally concedes after a moment of weighted silence. 

Tension evaporates from the room. 

“Can I…take you to my place maybe?” Jayce whispers.

***

Viktor hates the winter. The cold does nothing for his leg and his shitty stove refuses to ignite when the cold causes its pipes to frost over. The only redeeming quality of the season is the smell of pine everywhere. Viktor adores pine. When he first stayed the night at Jayce’s apartment the fresh, earthy smell had been the most predominant scent throughout the flat. That has not changed, Viktor decides as he slowly begins taking off his jacket, inside the front door of Jayce’s apartment.

“I can -uh- make dinner or something…” Jayce offers, rapidly helping Viktor out of his jacket before making quick work of his own vest. 

“Will you make it with cooking oil?”

“Uuh, I-I mean it you want. I think I still have some in my cabinets,” Jayce stutters as he hobbles around on one foot as he tries to kick his shoes off. 

“Then wait in the bedroom for me. I would prefer it if you take off your clothes while you’re waiting,” Viktor says as seductively as possible, running his fingers down the split of his shirt. 

It seems to work because Jayce nods violently before dashing to his bedroom where Viktor can hear him scrambling to get his clothes off. So endearing. 

Viktor somehow manages to maneuver himself agilely enough to yank Jayce’s tin can of cooking oil out of a bottom cabinet of Jayce’s kitchen. He lays the can on the counter as he undoes the top few buttons of his shirt with hands that are very much not trembling. Hands that definitely did not miss the button-holes more than twice.

Gods, how did Jayce do this to him?

Viktor forces himself to walk steadily to Jayce’s apartment, using the tap of his cane as a metronome to keep his thoughts intact. 

 Tap. Jayce. Tap. Apartment. Tap. Bedroom. Tap. 

Jayce is sitting upright in his boxers on the edge of his bed. Had he been sitting there this entire time? That is…so cute. Viktor wants to worship Jayce’s exquisitely built body. Wants to whisper how much he loves him into every crevice and muscle. Wants to sit on his lap and kiss him until he runs out of breath.

Viktor settles on pointing towards Jayce’s white boxers. 

“You are wearing far too much clothes.”

The little shudder that rakes through Jayce’s body makes Viktor’s cock throb. A little curse falls out of Jayce’s mouth as he scurries to slip off his boxers, revealing his massive dick, hard as a rock, leaking onto Jayce’s massive thighs.

“What about you?” Jayce whispers into the air between them. 

Oh.

How perfect.

“Ah, you’re learning.” Viktor replies, approaching Jayce slowly until he’s close enough to pinch Jayce’s cheek. Jayce whines from the pressure. He will not last with this man. 

Pearly-white teeth slide onto tan cheeks, gently scraping along the skin as pale lips pepper kisses along a chiseled jawline. 

“Would you like to help me?” 

Nobody would have imagined the sexy, brilliant, charismatic Man of Progress panting like a dog as he stares at the figure above him like a god as his normally calm hands rips clothes off, but fortunately for Viktor, he doesn’t have to imagine. 

As Jayce gets the last piece of Viktor’s back brace off and his pants and boxers drop to the floor at the same time, the larger man breaks eye contact for the first time to eye Viktor’s cock. Viktor’s cock that is right in front of Jayce’s face.

“Oh Viktor…can I…can I make you feel good?” Jayce whispers, as if giving Viktor head is sacred. Because it is. Not because Viktor is sacred, but because Jayce is.  

Jayce is perfect. He deserves the best. Viktor thinks that he should try something.

“Of course, lásko,” he murmurs right back, taking explicit care to curl his tongue around his syllables. 

That causes Jayce’s cock to twitch, which Viktor just can’t help but giggle at. 

“But I do not think that you have done this before,” the slimmer continues, running a hand through Jayce’s hair, tousling it just enough for it to break out of its restraints of hair gel. “Would you like me to teach you-oh!”

A strangled cry rushes out of Viktor’s throat as Jayce somehow manages to take him in his mouth all at once. 

“Oh fuck…I thought-MM! I thought you’ve never done this before…aah-!” Viktor’s queries are promptly silenced by a pleasant swipe of the tongue.

Pleasure consumes him in a hazy blanket of wetness that is ripped away as Jayce pulls off his cock with a loud pop.

“I haven’t,” Jayce confirms as he wipes away a dribble of saliva barely attached to his chin. “But I’ve had it done to me.”

Jayce peppers kisses along Viktor's length and that is simply perfect. 

“You put observation into practice quite well…” The words are choppy as Viktor allows himself to sink into the pleasure of Jayce, Jayce, Jayce.

“Yeah well,” as he speaks Jayce’s warm breath fans Viktor’s cock. “You sound like Heimerdinger.”

The second Jayce’s mouth sinks back onto Viktor, Viktor can’t hold back the moan that rings out throughout the room. 

“I-ah- I guess you really do want to-ngh!- bend him over.”

Two bushy eyebrows turn themselves towards each other. A petulant little whine vibrates Viktor’s cock as so pleasantly. 

Slick swipes stimulate Viktor’s cock in a delightful manner, the suction of Jayce’s lips suck Viktor to an entirely different plane of existence. 

“How-oh yes!- are you so good?” Viktor huffs into the air. His fingers tangle into Jayce's combed locks. 

His fingers tighten. 

Viktor thinks he's about to break, until Jayce begins bobbing his head. 

“Jayce, Jayce, Jayce…” the words drop from his lips so naturally, like he was made for Jayce. (He most definitely was).

“Fuck…”

As the pleasure courses through his body, he soon comes to the realization that he's about to come. Not like this. Not unless it's inside Jayce.

He yanks Jayce off, immediately regretting it as the pleasure rips away from him. Jayce immediately responds with an adorable whine. 

“Get on the bed,” Viktor demands, scratching the bottom of Jayce’s chin. “Spread yourself.”

A glorious moan rings out from Jayce’s mouth as he panickedly obeys Viktor, his arms flailing as he pushes himself backwards onto the bed, propping his legs up and spreading them wide, leaving his entrance on display. 

Viktor allows the golden oil to drizzle over his fingers and slams the bottle onto the nightstand. 

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

Viktor stalks over Jayce, caging him in as like a prisoner, pressing feather-light kisses along his jaw, using a single finger to circle around Jayce’s hole. He will never tire, Viktor thinks, of all the little whimpers that Jayce makes. The vibrations of Jayce’s throat intensify deliciously as Viktor slowly applies more pressure, inching closer and closer to his hole. 

“Breathe,” Viktor demands, exhaling sharply onto Jayce’s neck. God, he’s so cute. 

He allows a single finger to slip into that cute little hole, not expecting Jayce to scream. The larger writhes around the digit, clawing desperately at the sheets. 

“Viktor!”

A choked groan makes its way out of Viktor’s throat as he gently slides his middle finger, causing the oil and Jayce to create an obscene noise. Oh how delightful. 

“Oh that’s so good,” Viktor laughs, using his free hand to grip Jayce’s hip, effectively pinning him in place. 

Jayce cries reverent hymns consisting solely of Viktor’s name as the latter crooks his fingers and scissors him, his hot pulsing walls clenching around his fingers. He allows his fingers to wriggle down Jayce’s hole deeper causing Jayce to shriek. That must be his prostate, Viktor supposes as he files away that information neatly.

When Jayce lets out a cute noise, a mix between a sob and a whine, Viktor’s breath hitches. He’s so beautiful.

“One more finger?” Viktor whispers to where his neck meets his jawline. 

Jayce barely has any time to nod desperately before Viktor punches another finger into him, causing his legs to jerk out in shock and he struggles for breath. 

“Aw poor baby,” Viktor teases, the hand on Jayce’s hip trailing upwards to caress his soft breasts. The soft meat of each pec kneads perfectly in Viktor’s hand, Jayce loves it, Viktor can tell by his little pants and huffs. 

“Do you think you’re ready?” Viktor nips at Jayce’s neck. “Ready for my cock?”

Jayce sobs as he begins to squirm over Viktor’s fingers, pressing down hard like he’s chasing pleasure. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

As Viktor removes his fingers, oil drips down from them, warm from their combined body heat. 

“Be good for me, okay?” 

Viktor goes to wipe the sticky stuff off, but when he sees Jayce’s panting lips he decides against it. 

“Open wide.”

His index and middle finger slip past those plush lips, settling down on Jayce’s meaty tongue. Immediately he begins suckling and licking the digits as if his life depends on it. It’s impossible for Viktor to resist the smile that emerges. 

Once he deems his fingers sufficiently clean Viktor lines himself up with Jayce’s hole and shoves himself in. Jayce’s face contorts in pleasure, a voiceless cry as he flails in the sheets. Viktor allows him the time to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into him. Jayce’s cry isn’t silent this time. His giant hands rush to Viktor’s waist gripping him so tightly Viktor is sure he’ll leave bruises. (Good). 

The sight of Jayce writhing and panting beneath Viktor is by far the most beautiful view he’s ever seen. His bad leg protests his wanton thrusts, but Viktor refuses to listen to it. This is all he’s ever wanted and he’ll be damned if he lets this hindrance stop him now. 

Choked little noises spew from Jayce’s throat and Viktor realizes with delight that he’s crying. Crying over sex.

Viktor will give him something tco cry about. 

In one swift movement Viktor thrusts deeply into Jayce and ducks his head down and chomp on his meaty shoulder. 

“Viktor!” Jayce shrieks, moving his arms up the slimmer's body, opting to cling to his torso rather than his hips. 

“Aw, poor puppy doesn’t like that?” Viktor mocks meanly. 

“No-! Yes, Viktor..I like it…” Jayce tries as his eyes begin rolling up his head.

“Good.”

Viktor replicates his earlier move, but aims for the other shoulder, leaving Jayce sobbing with two symmetrical bite marks right above his collar bone. 

“V-Vik…I’m so close…so so close,” Jayce manages as he slowly strokes Viktor back.

“Then come for me.”

And with that, Viktor buries himself deep into Jayce’s hole, giving him that final push needed over the edge, spilling his semen his abdominal muscle and Viktor’s stomach. Viktor drills into Jayce, seeking his release that comes in 5 quick thrusts, filling Jayce up.

His leg is killing him. Viktor collapses onto Jayce’s warm body, not caring about the sticky come mingling between their bodies. Eventually he does have to pull out, but not without leaving Jayce with a kiss. He presses their lips together tenderly before gritting and bearing the leg pain.

“Wow…wow…” Jayce huffs as Viktor slowly eases out of him. “Viktor…I had…no idea how good that would feel…”

Viktor presses a short kiss onto Jayce’s forehead.

“Next time, I’ll be sure to make it better.”

Jayce sits up and wraps an arm around Viktor’s waist and begins peppering kisses along the side of his face, completely oblivious to Viktor’s suffering. 

Let Jayce worry about the leg pain another day. It could wait, he’d never notice the small flinches of pain anyways. 

Viktor allows himself the luxury of pretending. Pretending that he and Jayce are safe in this mad world. Pretending that this relationship is doomed to fail. Pretending that he could actually keep Jayce.