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Viktor did not consider himself a violent person. He wasn’t quick to anger. He had never had the urge to punch or kick or scream. But standing in front of his washing machine as it flooded his poor bathroom floor, all he could do was hit the damn thing as hard as he could, swearing loudly in every language he knew.
“Fucking piece of shit,” He grumbled. “Fuck!” Landing another solid, hollow sounding hit to the side of the washing machine. Not even a year old and the damned thing had already given out on him. Stupid fucking planned obsolescence. Viktor scrambled to flip the machine’s main shut off valve, ceasing the relentless flood.
It had started like this: Viktor had loaded up his in-unit washer with powdered laundry detergent and clothes and started it up. Standard Saturday afternoon activities. He had wandered away, shutting the bathroom door behind him, because in what world would he need to keep an eye on a machine that was less than a year old? Laundry was not a chore that required constant attention. He’d put down a vinyl and settled on the couch to work on coursework. He hadn’t thought much of the sound of running water, a fairly regular thing to hear when one is doing laundry. It wasn’t until the machine had made a gurgling sound of distress that Viktor’s attention had been pulled over the sound of his music and the paper in front of him. The sight that greeted him was not a pretty one. Soapy water was flowing unabashedly from his washing machine. The beeping had ceased but the display was flashing with ‘error! error!’ over and over again in analogue text.
Viktor moved to pull his towels from their place in the cupboard between the dryer and the shower, throwing them down and pushing them about with his cane.
This was not how this day was supposed to go. Now he would have to dig the warranty out from the depths of his junk drawer and find a suitable alternative for doing his laundry. Fantastic.
Viktor went about gathering his sopping wet clothes from the machine, wringing out the most affected items over his bathtub. With some force, he slapped them wetly back into the hamper. He sighed, dragging the basket on its rollers behind him. He would deal with the mess that was his bathroom later. He shoved the half-finished assignments into his ancient leather messenger bag with barely maintained restraint. He might as well try to get something done, even if it wasn’t in the comfort of his apartment.
He spent exactly two minutes searching on his phone for any options nearby and was only slightly pleased to discover that there was a dingy, rundown laundromat a block down from his apartment, close enough to walk to. The day was cold and grey, which matched his current mood exactly. The journey there was cold and miserable and he quickly regretted his desire to save a few cents on gas by leaving his car behind.
Hound’s Laundry was the kind of place that still only accepted quarters. A quarter machine sat at the entrance for those who weren’t still living in the Stone Age. There were washing machines on one wall and dryers on the other. A low-sitting bench ran along the center of the aisle between the two walls. The floors were in desperate need of a good mop, but the machines looked fairly well maintained.
The laundromat was blessedly empty. Viktor pulled a twenty from his wallet, inserting it into the quarter machine. The sound of coins dropping into the catch tray filled the space. Viktor grabbed the coins and shoved them into his pocket, dragging the rolling hamper to a machine farthest from the door. He tossed soap in and loaded it up. Considering it was laundry for just one person, he didn’t have a ton. And yet, the machines were shallow and he was forced to use two machines rather than one. What a waste of change.
Though the laundromat was empty aside from himself, there were other machines occupied with clothes. They rumbled lowly as the articles inside were taken through the various stages of washing and drying. Viktor simply didn’t understand. Anyone could walk in and just take what didn’t belong to them, true owners none the wiser because they couldn’t stay put. In his experience, the honor system was not a reliable form of governance.
The bench in front of the machines that cut the center of the lane between the walls of the laundromat looked older than Viktor was and about as sturdy. It wasn’t exactly comfortable either, something he’d be paying for later. The way he sat caused his back brace to dig into his hip uncomfortably. He stretched his braced leg out next to him in an effort to keep it from cramping, propping his cane beside him against the bench.
Viktor dug the papers out of his messenger bag and then dug around for a pen. Under normal circumstances, he kept a pen stocked in every bag he had. The one in this particular bag had been his favorite. It was only then that he remembered: just a week prior, one of his classmates in his Applied Physics course (the very same class he was currently studying for) had sat down next to him in the lecture hall and begged him for a spare. That he’d forgotten his at his dorm, that Professor Heimerdinger required blue or black ink and all he had was a pencil. That he’d return it at the end of class, he promised. Viktor had a bit of a soft spot for this particular student, much to his chagrin. Jayce Talis was a brilliant mind, attending Piltover Tech on a full ride scholarship just like Viktor. Heimerdinger’s new Golden Boy was not known for lying, and so like a sucker and against his better judgement, he handed over his favorite pen. Jayce Talis had not returned his pen at the end of the period.
Viktor sighed and put the papers away. Now what?
As if in an answer to his thoughts, the door to the laundromat swung open, revealing none other than Hemerdinger’s Golden Boy himself, Jayce Talis, dragging behind him a large garbage bag full of what Viktor could only assume was laundry. This day just got better and better. Viktor turned away from the door, digging his phone out of his pocket in an effort to appear busy. With any luck, Jayce would simply overlook him. But Viktor was not that lucky.
“Afternoon,” Jayce greeted. Viktor simply nodded.
Then, Viktor watched as Jayce pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked a door on the quarter machine. Strange. But then again Jayce was a bit odd. Kept to himself most days, didn’t appear to have many friends. Then Jayce pulled a handful of quarters from the machine and closed the compartment up. A thief of more than just good pens, perhaps? He grabbed his sack of clothes and dragged them to a machine right next to Viktor. His luck truly had run out. Jayce used his stolen quarters to pay for the washing machine and settled down on the bench next to Viktor. Why he hadn’t chosen literally any other machine (as there were several unoccupied ones down the line) was beyond Viktor.
“You know, it’s generally frowned upon, stealing from small businesses,” Viktor said. He couldn’t help himself when it came to Jayce Talis, it seemed. Jayce seemed surprised that Viktor had spoken at all, which was fair. But then he laughed, an open, warm sound that filled Viktor’s head with fuzz. He hated it.
“My sister’s girlfriend manages the place for her dad,” Jayce explained. “We’ve got a deal: I keep the machines in running order, and I get to use them for free. Win-win situation if you ask me,” Jayce shrugged, a small smirk lining his lips. Not that Viktor spent any time observing Jayce’s lips.
“Hm,” Viktor hummed in response, looking away. Maybe Jayce didn’t even recognize him. Time stretched for a moment. Viktor watched as his clothes violently spun around in the industrial washing machine, colors swirling in the soapy water. He grabbed his cane from where it was propped up against the bench and absentmindedly leaned his chin onto it.
“Viktor, right?” Jayce said, breaking Viktor from his stupor. Viktor nodded dumbly, still surprised that Jayce knew his name. “Here,” Jayce held out his hand, enclosed in which was the very pen he had stolen from Viktor. “You hadn’t been in class the last few sessions. I didn’t mean to steal it,” Jayce said in a sheepish tone. When Viktor failed to respond, Jayce continued. “You’re in Heimerdinger’s Applied Physics class, right? I never gave this back.”
Viktor had flared up and called in sick, but Jayce didn’t know that. He shook himself free of his surprise and took the pen, and their fingers brushed. Viktor’s hand tingled where they’d made brief contact. “Thank you,” Viktor turned in an effort to conceal his growing blush, placing the pen back into its rightful place in his bag. “Have you been…holding onto it?”
“Uhm-,” Jayce looked as if he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Sort of? I see you around campus sometimes, I was hoping I’d run into you at some point.”
“Ah, I see,” The idea that Jayce had been…what, looking for him? Noticing him? It was too much. He couldn’t hide the blush this time. “Well, what a coincidence then.”
“I suppose I just got lucky,” Jayce said. Viktor didn’t know what to make of that.
Now that he was in possession of his pen once more, he could have simply pulled the papers out of his bag and began working again, but the desire for productivity had suddenly flown out the window. The door to the laundromat swung open and an older couple filed in, heading straight for one of the dryers. The coolness of the day blew in behind them, settling straight into Viktor’s bones. He pulled his sweater tighter around him.
“Cold?” Jayce inquired. Viktor wasn’t sure why Jayce was still trying to make conversation.
“A bit,” Viktor responded. “Perks of a poor circulatory system, I suppose.”
Jayce laughed at that. “My mom is like that. She’s always got a heated blanket handy, even in the summer.”
“Sounds familiar,” Now Viktor was chuckling a bit. Viktor watched as Jayce stood for a second, pacing in place. His movement seemed aimless. Jayce fiddled with some of the unoccupied machines near them. When Jayce sat back down, he was much, much closer than he had been before. Viktor did not move to correct this. Jayce continued to fidget.
They sat on the bench in relative silence. The sound of water and machinery was a low thrum around them. Viktor glanced over to where Jayce sat beside him. He was fiddling with a bracelet, leather inlaid with an unpolished blue stone. Viktor fought with the urge to reach out and touch it. The couple left with their hamper. The tension around them grew even more palpable. Viktor grasped at anything to keep the conversation going. Why did he want to keep the conversation going?
“I don’t normally come here,” Viktor started. “I have my own machines, but my washer sort of exploded on me.”
Jayce’s eyebrows flew up to his hairline. “What do you mean exploded?” Sounding rather alarmed.
“Like, water started gushing out of it. It’s nearly new, I cannot imagine what the problem could be,” Viktor waved his hand in annoyance. “Now I’ll have to dig the warranty out of my files, which is probably expired because what is even the point of making things that last,” Viktor was very aware of his tone and how frustrated he sounded, but Jayce didn’t seem put off by it.
“I could take a look at it, if you wanted?” Jayce offered, and damn it, his complaints really had sounded like a thinly veiled cry for help.
“Oh, no I couldn’t ask that of you!” Viktor backtracked. “I wouldn’t want-” He was cut off by a gentle hand landing on his shoulder. Jayce’s hand nearly enveloped his shoulder, and the skin beneath his shirt burned with warmth.
“I don’t mind!” Jayce said. “Really! Let it be the way I make it up to you for accidentally stealing your pen.”
“I’m not so sure the punishment fits the crime in this case, Mr Talis,” Viktor said. Jayce’s hand was still on his shoulder, and it was so, so warm.
“I don’t mind, honestly,” And Jayce’s expression was so earnest. Viktor let out a small sigh.
“Very well,” Viktor conceded, and then they both startled at both of Viktor’s designated machines popping open loudly all at once, apparently having finished. Jayce pulled his hand away and Viktor did his best not to miss it. The absence left him feeling cold all over again.
After that, conversation came easy. Viktor moved his clothes from washer to dryer. Jayce followed and snuck his ‘stolen’ quarters in the machine while Viktor was distracted, earning a light smack to Jayce’s rather solid bicep. They spoke about school. It turned out they were in the same major. Heimerdinger’s class was the only one they had in common, however, because Jayce preferred early classes and Viktor’s were always later in the day. They sat back on the bench, Viktor facing the wall of dryers, Jayce facing the washers.
Then the conversation moved on to the fact that Jayce was using the most expensive laundry detergent.
“Why on earth would you waste your money on that?” Viktor was appalled. “There really isn't much of a difference between that and the cheaper options.”
Jayce rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “My mother keeps me in stock, mostly against my will,” he sheepishly explained. “I have tried to tell her, but she never takes no for an answer if her heart is set on something.”
“Ah,” Viktor said, sitting back down on the bench next to Jayce. “My own mother was a bit like that. I didn’t realize how much I would miss it until she was gone.” Jayce’s eyes were sad. Viktor began to regret trauma dumping on someone who was, by nearly all accounts, a perfect stranger. Now he was just going to hear the same ‘sorry for your loss life gets easier' spiel he’d been hearing for the last five years.
“I lost my dad a few years back,” Jayce said instead. “It never really heals, the hole they leave. But the time in between each bad day gets longer, until one day you don’t remember the last time you cried about it.” And that was exactly it, wasn’t it?
“Grief is funny like that, isn’t it?” Viktor said. Jayce had moved a bit closer at some point. He’d propped himself up with his hands. Viktor reached out before he could doubt himself, placing his hand over Jayce’s and squeezing a bit. Jayce didn’t pull away, but rather gripped back. Viktor didn’t dare look over at Jayce, for fear that all that wretched emotion inside of him would come spilling out.
Viktor could write the things he was feeling off as comfort and the joy of finally being understood, but he knew, deep down, that if that were the case then his heart would have no reason to quicken its pace at the contact. That his hand wouldn’t burn. He was screwed. But Jayce didn’t pull back. A quiet settled over them, more secure and comfortable this time. The dryer rumbled. Occasionally the hard smack of what was likely a pant button popped the inside, causing a clang. Time stretched ever onward. Jayce only let go of Viktor’s hand when his own washers popped open. Viktor’s whole arm was tingling from the closeness.
“Thank you,” Viktor said, once Jayce had sat back down, now facing the same wall as him. He was still sitting just as close
Viktor could see Jayce look over at him from his peripheral vision. “What for?”
“For not telling me how sorry you are for my loss,” Viktor said, nearly smirking, finally turning to look at Jayce.
“I guess I should thank you for the same reason then,” Jayce shrugged, nudging Viktor’s shoulder. He was so easy to talk to.
Viktor’s chosen dryer beeped then, signalling it had finished. Viktor opened it up and was met with a wall of steam. His clothes were still, frustratingly, damp. He didn’t have the patience to wait another cycle so he plopped them into his hamper. He’d use his own dryer later.
“How did you get here?” Jayce asked as he settled back down to wait for Jayce’s dryer. “I didn’t see a car out front.”
“I walked. I live up the road about a block,” Viktor shrugged.
“Do you mind if we take my car up to yours?” Jayce asked. “It’s pretty cold.”
“Sure,” Viktor shrugged. He wasn’t entirely sure why Jayce was framing it as a question of permission rather than a request, but he wouldn’t refuse a ride.
Jayce drove a small, older sedan. It had room enough in the trunk for both Jayce’s garbage bag and Viktor’s hamper. Viktor was in the process of lifting his hamper into the trunk after Jayce popped it open when Jayce offered to help, going so far as to reach for the hamper in Viktor’s hands.
“I’m not helpless,” Viktor protested, pushing Jayce’s hands away. Most people didn’t think he was capable of doing lots of things, their help born out of pity for the poor disabled guy. He was sick of it and gave it none of his patience. He was a little disappointed to find that same trait in Jayce.
Jayce stepped back instantly though. “Shit, sorry, I’m realizing now how that came across. Just trying to be polite,” He said with an awkward wince.
“Hmph,” Viktor said nothing, but his irritation dissipated slightly. He put the hamper in the trunk and Jayce set his own bag of clothes next to it. A bitter cold wind blew past them and they scrambled into the car. Viktor guided them to his apartment building.
“I don’t think you’re helpless, by the way,” Jayce said as they drove, tone soft and deeply apologetic. “My mom has it drilled into me to do things like that, opening doors and helping people with groceries. I should have asked before anything else. I apologise that it came across that way.”
Most people didn’t apologise for things like that. Not to Viktor, anyway. “I appreciate the apology.” And that was that.
Viktor led Jayce to his apartment unit. It was a ground floor unit, something he was immensely grateful for after the time spent on that awful bench. He unlocked the door and motioned for Jayce to follow him in. He was immediately aware just how cluttered his apartment looked. He didn’t dwell on that though.
“Apologies for the mess,” Viktor said, leading him to the bathroom dragging the hamper behind him.
The bathroom was down the hall. Evidence of his earlier altercation with the machine was all over the floor by way of still-wet towels. Jayce gave a little whistle that fell off, an indication of his bewilderment.
“Well, the water doesn’t look dirty, that’s a good sign,” Jayce said, and then began to examine the washer. He budged it away from the wall to take a closer look at the back, sliding behind it. As he did that, Viktor put his still-damp clothes in the dryer for a short cycle. It rumbled to life. At least one thing in his life was functioning. Viktor settled on the seat of the toilet, observing. Jayce popped his head back out and then extracted himself from behind the washer.
“I think I may have found the issue. I have some tools in my car. I usually keep them on me when I go to Hound’s so you’re in luck!” and then Jayce was out the door to his car.
Not five minutes later, he’d returned, bag in hand. Viktor watched as he moved to push himself back behind the machine, laying on the floor for leverage. That could not be comfortable. As Jayce worked, Viktor watched as his t-shirt rode up on his torso, exposing skin. Viktor felt a little tingly. There was a patch of dark hair on Jayce’s stomach that disappeared below his waistline, and Viktor began to feel a bit hot in the head. He needed to redirect his attention or he was going to go insane.
“How did you learn to fix up machines like this?” Viktor asked.
“My dad was a machinist and my mom is a roboticist,” Jayce explained, voice strained and slightly muffled and echoey from between the washer and the wall. “They taught me everything I know. Helps me earn a little cash on the side sometimes, which definitely doesn’t hurt.” Jayce pushed himself into a sitting position to grab a different tool from his bag before disappearing again.
There was bang, and Jayce shouted “ouch!” and Viktor fought down a laugh.
“You alright?” Viktor asked, tone wavering in amusement.
“Fine!” came Jayce’s quick reply. “So tell me, Viktor. What do you like to do for fun?”
Viktor’s least favorite question. The moment it was asked, suddenly it was like he’d never done anything fun in his entire life. He panicked before his eyes landed on the vase filled with LEGO flowers sitting above the toilet on a shelf.
“You’ll laugh,” Viktor said, but before Jayce could insist he would never or something corny, he continued. “I have always been fond of puzzles. Jigsaw, sorting, even LEGO. I have several decorative sets that I have received as gifts.”
“I was a LEGO kid too!” Jayce exclaimed, popping out from behind the washer. His expression was bright and he was looking at Viktor like he was something to behold. It was nearly disconcerting. “Call me cliche, but I always wanted the Millenium Falcon set,” Jayce said before ducking back again.
“Mine was the Eye of Sauron,” Viktor said. “One day, though,” Viktor thought about the unfinished succulent set sitting at the workshop table in his spare room. He thought about inviting Jayce to help him finish it. And then he remembered Jayce was a stranger and that was a strange thing to want. But talking to Jayce, it was like they’d known each other for years.
The conversation then turned to favorite childhood activities. They shared a great many common interests, including robotics, movies, and books. It was strange that they’d never really talked before, considering just how much in common they seemed to have. Why had Viktor never thought to strike up a conversation before? Why hadn’t Jayce?
Viktor wasn’t sure how much time had passed. It didn’t feel like very long by the time Jayce fully extracted himself from behind the washer, groaning and rubbing at his leg as he stood, declaring the job done.
“I think I got it,” Jayce said once he had risen to his full height. “We should test it to make sure though.”
Viktor and Jayce went about gathering all the towels that had been sacrificed earlier, tossing them in the washer with some soap. To their delight, everything seemed to run just as it should.
“Thank you, Jayce,” Viktor said as they moved out of the bathroom. “I’m not sure how I can repay you.”
Jayce made a dismissive motion with his hands. “No need.”
They stood in the hallway. Viktor was suddenly very aware of how close they were standing together. If he leaned forward even a little bit, they’d be touching. Viktor’s gaze fell to Jayce’s lips
“Stop me if this isn’t what you want,” Jayce said, and then leaned in close. It was hesitant, and Viktor had plenty of time to abandon ship if he wanted. Viktor leaned in instead.
Their lips met, and it was fireworks. Viktor’s stomach exploded with butterflies. It was short and chaste, but he could still barely breathe. They pulled back, and Viktor could see the same fire burning within him reflected back. Viktor pressed in again and kissed Jayce more fully. Viktor’s hands moved to wrap around Jayce’s neck, still gripping his cane tightly. Jayce’s hands had found their way to his waist and were wandering. It was doing things to Viktor’s brain.
Viktor opened his mouth slightly, prompting Jayce to do the same. Viktor chased the motion with his tongue, pressing into Jayce’s mouth. Jayce was quick to let him in, making all manner of encouraging noises. Viktor’s heart raced, and he could feel himself losing oxygen. Minutes or hours later Jayce pulled back, both of them heaving breaths. Jayce leaned his forehead against Viktor’s, which felt nearly as intimate as having just shoved his tongue into Jayce’s mouth.
Viktor was sick of breathing. He pressed Jayce up against the hallway wall and kissed him hard again, earning him another punched out gasp. He reveled in the way Jayce gasped at the motion. Jayce’s hands pulled him tighter by the waist until they were flush against one another. Viktor pulled back again and Jayce chased his lips, only to use that motion to start kissing down Viktor’s jaw. It was ecstasy, the way Jayce licked and sucked at the skin of his jaw and neck. Jayce pulled the collar of his sweater down to plant bites along his collarbone. Viktor couldn’t hold his gasps at that.
“Bedroom, now,” Viktor rasped. Jayce just nodded.
He grabbed Jayce by the front of his shirt and pulled him down the hall into his bedroom as quickly as his leg would allow.
Jayce let out a nervous little giggle against Viktor’s mouth, Viktor’s stomach flip-flopping at the sound as the backs of his knees hit the mattress. Jayce gripped his hips tenderly as he moved to sit down, then gently helped him to maneuver back on the bed until Viktor had his head on a pillow, Jayce hovering above him. “You don’t have to be so gentle with me, Talis,” he said, smirking and pushing Jayce’s hair from his forehead. “I’m not going to break, you know.”
Jayce smiled and looked away. “What if I wanna be?” he muttered, then leaned in to kiss at Viktor’s neck some more.
“I suppose I’ll have to let you, then,” Viktor said, trying to hide the fondness in his voice and failing miserably.
Jayce breathed a laugh into Viktor’s neck, kissing him with a combination of hunger and tenderness that was sure to leave a mark. And as Jayce kissed him, he carefully slipped a knee between Viktor’s, experimentally grinding down against the thigh of Viktor’s good leg. He let out a breathy moan, and fuck if it wasn’t the most beautiful sound Viktor’d ever heard.
Viktor wasn’t certain where this was going, and he frankly couldn’t find it within himself to care all that much. He wanted whatever Jayce was willing to give him, whatever Jayce wanted to take.
As Jayce continued to worship his jaw and collarbones, grinding slowly against him all the while, Viktor felt himself growing wetter and wetter, astonished and mind-blowingly turned on by this gorgeous man in his arms. He slipped a hand beneath the hem of Jayce’s shirt, tugging it upwards.
“This okay?” he asked softly.
“Please,” Jayce mumbled into his neck, moving to let Viktor tug the shirt off over his head. He got tangled up in it for a moment, both of them laughing when Viktor finally got it off and tossed it away.
Viktor ran his hands up and down Jayce’s sides a few times, beautiful skin and sculpted muscles beneath his fingertips. With a smirk he ghosted his thumbs over Jayce’s nipples, immediately pebbling under his touch and making Jayce laugh breathlessly. “Your fingers are cold,” he whispered, nevertheless leaning into Viktor’s palm as he cupped Jayce’s cheek tenderly.
“Mmm, been trying to warm up,” Viktor said, tracing a thumb over Jayce’s plush bottom lip and shuddering softly when Jayce immediately took the digit into his mouth. “Are you trying to help?” he teased, smirking when Jayce nodded vigorously.
Jayce sucked Viktor’s thumb for a moment in a way that was both gentle and incredibly obscene, Viktor squirming with need and pulling Jayce back in for more messy kisses instead, hands gripping at the warm skin of Jayce’s back.
It wasn’t long before Jayce got more confident, hands sliding under Viktor’s sweater and rucking it up. He didn’t seem at all fazed by the presence of Viktor’s back brace, a refreshing change from the reactions of his few previous partners. Jayce just pushed the sweater up further, until he could get his mouth on Viktor’s sternum, kissing hungrily, breath hot through the thin material of Viktor’s undershirt.
“Here, let me…” Viktor started, reaching down to undo the straps. Jayce moved to let him sit up momentarily, carefully pulling his sweater off as Viktor got out of his brace, setting it on the floor beside the bed before grabbing at Jayce’s shoulders once more. “Come here,” he breathed out, laying back down and pulling Jayce with him.
They went back to kissing, more feverish than before, Jayce practically panting into Viktor’s mouth as he worked his hands beneath Vik’s undershirt, tugging it off with a neediness that made a rush of excitement clench in Viktor’s gut. Jayce immediately returned to kissing Viktor’s chest, gentle and desperate all at once, fingers tracing over his scars with such reverence that Vik’s head started to spin. He let his eyes flutter shut as he smiled softly, fingers twisting into Jayce’s hair as the tender kisses moved lower and lower.
Jayce mouthed at his sternum, his stomach, lips trailing down the thin line of hair that led to his waistband. “Can I…?” Jayce breathed out, and Viktor nodded, stroking his cheek briefly.
“Please, Jayce… anything you want,” Viktor urged gently, shimmying and huffing out a laugh as Jayce tugged his pants and briefs down needily. Jayce paused briefly, undoing Viktor’s leg brace with surprising deftness, then pulled his clothes the rest of the way off to leave Viktor bare and blushing before him.
“Been thinking about this… even in class, maybe…” Jayce admitted softly, kissing Viktor’s bare thigh and beaming up at him reverently. The confession made Viktor’s face burn, the mere thought of Jayce thinking about him in any way, let alone intimately, giving him such a rush he felt light headed.
“Scandalous,” Viktor teased, twisting his fingers into Jayce’s hair and scratching at his scalp. Jayce huffed a laugh and moved in closer, his eyes locked with Viktor’s as he pressed a tentative, lingering kiss to his mound. Viktor smirked, his skin on fire, tightening his grip in Jayce’s hair and marveling at just how fucking beautiful he was. “Perfect boy,” he whispered, Jayce humming against Viktor’s skin.
Still staring sweetly up at Viktor with his pretty hazel eyes, Jayce darted out his tongue in tentative little kitten licks to Viktor’s clit. Viktor sighed a soft moan, fingertips scratching tenderly at Jayce’s scalp as Jayce’s movements grew more confident, flicking his tongue out again and again. Viktor fought the urge to close his eyes and let his head fall back in pleasure, needing instead to watch the expressions on Jayce’s face as he took him apart.
Jayce began to suck more fervently at Viktor’s clit, his own eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy. Viktor felt his orgasm approaching rapidly, the muscles in his thighs and stomach twitching as he tried to breathe deep and hold off his climax. Jayce must’ve felt it too, pulling back momentarily as he beamed at Viktor. And gods, he was fucking beautiful like that, chin shiny with spit and slick as he took a moment to catch his breath and edge the hell out of Viktor in the process.
“More?” Jayce questioned, head cocked to the side as he looked up at Viktor with wide, needy eyes.
“Please,” Viktor choked out, no time to be embarrassed by the neediness in his own voice before Jayce’s mouth was back on him, this time kissing up along his folds and sliding his tongue between them. “Jayce… oh, you were made for this…”
Viktor’s grip on Jayce’s hair grew tighter as he thrust his tongue as deep as it could go, eating Vik out like a man starved. Despite his desperation, he was still gentle as he pushed Viktor’s legs further apart and changed the angle from incredible to perfect. And just when Viktor thought absently that nothing could be better than this, Jayce’s nose bumped against his clit. Viktor groaned and bucked his hips, chasing the sensation. He could feel Jayce hum against his skin as he continued his ministrations. Their eyes met as Jayce repeated the motion, then brought his thumb up to rub at Viktor’s clit instead.
“Jayce… oh gods, darling…” Viktor moaned, unable to keep from bucking his hips again and grinding against Jayce’s mouth as he rapidly approached his climax. Jayce slid his tongue as deep inside Viktor as it would go, his eyes hazy but locked on Viktor’s all the same, thumb moving in small circles as he ate him out with a desperate hunger.
The heat and desire pooling in Viktor’s stomach had reached a level of intensity he’d never yet experienced, practically writhing under Jayce’s touch as he climaxed. He came with a shout and a breathless string of Czech profanities, pulling hard at Jayce’s hair as his release flooded out of him.
Jayce slowed his movements just shy of overstimulation, stilling the motion of his thumb and withdrawing his tongue, then placing soft kisses and kitten licks to Viktor’s soaked flesh. Viktor opened his eyes slowly as Jayce pressed kisses along his thighs, tender and reverent and sweeter than anything Viktor had ever felt.
As Viktor regained a bit more presence of mind, however, he took notice of Jayce’s wet face, the liquid dripping from his chin, and his cheeks went red with embarrassment. “Did I just…?” he whispered, now acutely aware of the wet spot on the blanket beneath him. Viktor had never squirted before, had never really even considered the possibility that his body was capable of such a thing. He had half a mind to apologize and hide his face, but Jayce was still here after all, still kissing gently at his skin and rubbing tender circles over his hipbones, and that had to count for something, didn’t it?
“Hadn’t thought I could do that,” he said softly instead, a nervous little smirk gracing his features. And Jayce just grinned at him, all smug and blissed out, and Viktor suddenly forgot to be embarrassed.
“You’re really pretty, Vik…” Jayce said reverently, slurring his words slightly, sounding drunk on Viktor. “Really really pretty…”
Viktor shifted and tugged Jayce forward, up into a hungry kiss. He tasted himself on Jayce’s tongue as it slipped into his mouth, both of them letting out soft noises of pleasure as Jayce settled against Viktor. “You’re absolutely gorgeous yourself, Jayce,” Viktor said breathlessly as he pulled away.
Jayce smiled, eyes still unfocused and hazy as he reached out to smooth Viktor’s hair off his sweaty forehead. “Thanks…” he murmured, leaning down to kiss Viktor’s neck.
“Why don’t I take care of you now, hmm?” Viktor said, fingers returning to scratch soothingly at Jayce’s scalp once more. “You’ve been so good.”
“Please…” Jayce let out a soft moan as he nodded, shifting and trying to wiggle out of his pants as he kept his face buried in Viktor’s neck. Viktor laughed softly, pushing Jayce off him gently and soothing his protests with kisses to the top of his head.
Viktor maneuvered them both until he could tug Jayce’s pants down, getting them halfway off before they snagged at the knee. He paused for a moment, unable to help himself from grinning slightly at the sight of Jayce’s own knee brace; that would explain the deftness and nonchalance with which Jayce removed Viktor’s brace, then. “Would you like me to take this off for you?”
Jayce nodded feverishly, thanking Viktor softly as he undid the brace and slid it off along with Jayce’s pants. Viktor leaned down to press a kiss to Jayce’s knee, then another to his stomach. “So gorgeous,” he muttered, more to himself than Jayce, but making Jayce whine all the same. He smirked, laying back down beside Jayce so they could face one another.
“This alright?” Viktor asked, sliding his hand down Jayce’s stomach to palm at the front of his boxers.
“Very.”
Viktor kissed Jayce sweetly as he palmed at him, changing the angle and pressure until his mouth fell open in a gasp, telling him he’d achieved the perfect amount of friction of Jayce’s packer against his dick. He continued those motions for a moment, just until Jayce began to writhe against his hand, then pulled back.
Jayce whined in protest, Viktor soothing him with more kisses as he slipped his hand into Jayce’s boxers. His noises of protest quickly turned to noises of pleasure, Viktor’s fingers brushing against his dick. “Gods, Jayce… so wet, just from eating me out?” he murmured, unable to keep from smirking as Jayce nodded feverishly.
Vik began to jack him off sloppily, unable to maintain any sort of rhythm with Jayce looking at him like that, so blissed out and beautiful it took Viktor’s breath away. “Good boy,” he whispered, the teasing smile on his face turning into a wide grin when Jayce shuddered and came, just like that. Jayce clung to him, burying his face in Viktor’s neck as he cried out, shaking against him and groaning as Viktor worked him through it.
His fingers stilled as Jayce began to writhe in discomfort, just holding him close through the aftershocks instead. “I’ve got you… so good for me, Jayce…”
After Jayce managed to catch his breath and pull back to look at Viktor, eyes impossibly wider and more dazed than before, Viktor carefully removed his hand from Jayce’s boxers and brought his fingers up to his mouth. He made a bit of a show of sucking on the digits, savoring Jayce’s taste before allowing himself to be pulled into a needy kiss.
Even after breaking apart they stayed like that awhile longer, foreheads resting against each other and noses brushing as they caught their breath and came back to themselves slowly. “There you are,” Viktor whispered eventually, once Jayce seemed to have pulled himself from subspace.
“Hi,” Jayce grinned, looking uncharacteristically bashful as he rubbed at his face.
“You were perfect, Jayce,” Viktor assured him, cupping his cheek tenderly.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. I think I should break my washing machine a lot more often.”