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“ Viktoorrrr ,” Jayce slurs, dropping heavily onto the couch.
Viktor ignores the drunken man behind him, internally chastising him for acting like an idiot; in their work space no less.
It’s late, near midnight. Viktor had lost track of time, adjusting the prototype in front of him and rewiring the mechanisms that harness the crystal’s energy. He heard Jayce leave, citing a gala to attend, but he hadn’t anticipated him to come back to the lab so late at night and obviously inebriated.
“I messed up tonight,” he groans from his spot, rubbing his face with a loud sigh. “I always mess up. Everything! I mess up everything.”
Viktor sighs, and puts the wrench down. It is clear that no further work will get done, not as long as Jayce is behind him like this whining.
“What did you mess up?” he turns on his stool, looking Jayce over. He looks incredible, as usual. His slicked back hair is slowly breaking free of the gel he plastered in it, pretty eyes half lidded as he stares at Viktor. He wears his usual white coat, though the gold embellishments seem more excessive than usual. The Golden Boy is slouched down, knees spread wide, taking up space with a careless confidence that is so natural to him that Viktor doubts Jayce knows he’s doing it.
“I suck,” he replies back, unhelpfully, cheeks stained a ruddy pink from the alcohol.
“How much wine have you consumed?”
“I went for liquor instead,” Jayce huffs, looking a little sea sick.
Viktor smiles sympathetically. “I assume you had a good night then?”
“No.”
Viktor tightens his lips and sighs. He enjoys drinking with Jayce, but he’s not sure that he enjoys trying to hold a conversation with him when he’s drunk and Viktor is stone cold sober.
Jayce groans, sensing Viktor’s growing frustration and hides his eyes in his hand once again, massaging his temples. “It was good. Great. I met this girl and God, she was gorgeous. I usually know everyone at a gala but I had never seen her before. And she was funny and I was intimidated, V! Intimidated!”
Viktor winces, barely keeping his disdain off of his face. His pathetic crush on Jayce Talis has lasted for years, for some strange reason. It’s something he cannot shake. It started the night they met, but did not die the way it should have when Jayce rejected him that same night. Now here he is, forced to listen to how his best friend and nothing more, hooked up with a beautiful woman, which he is not.
He can imagine her, faceless beauty clinging to Jayce’s arm and flirting relentlessly, getting Jayce flustered and messy. It is probably what led to him drinking the way he had, though Viktor cannot quite think of why he would come back to the lab after fucking someone. Should he not be at his apartment or hers?
“So intimidated that when she asked to go home with me I said no.” Jayce groans.
Oh. Well that explains it.
“I am sure you will see her again, will you not?” Viktor asks placatingly. “If you both run in the same political circles she will surely attend another event.”
“That’s not it though,” Jayce flops his head back on the couch dramatically. “The problem is I suck.”
Viktor huffs out a little laugh, reaching for his cane. He will need to help his partner home eventually, he might as well begin the process of shutting down the lab for the night. “I am not sure that I am following. You are plenty charming, surely this will not hinder future courting attempts.”
“That isn’t the problem. I suck at sex,” Jayce whines. “Like I suck so bad and she was so pretty and intimidating I couldn’t imagine getting her home and sucking in front of her.”
Viktor pauses at that. A flush rises to his cheeks, and he carefully keeps his back turned to Jayce as he processes the new information that he has been presented with.
Not to say that he imagines his partner in compromising positions often, but in his mind he always pictured Jayce Talis as a sex god of some kind. He's conventionally attractive, he’s confident to the point of being cocky, arrogant even at times, all attributes that point to be going good in bed.
“How do you suck exactly?” Viktor asks curiously as he begins to tuck his tools away absentmindedly, thoughts racing.
“I-” Jayce laughs humorlessly. “I cum so fast it isn’t even funny. It used to be funny, but I sort of thought I would grow out of it and now I’m twenty-six and if someone so much as breathes on me I am cumming in my pants.”
The flush soon turns into a full blown blush. His words are lewd and vulgar in a way that Viktor has never heard him speak before.
“Why are you telling me this?” he asks curiously, struggling to keep his voice level and thoughts clean.
“I don’t know actually,” Jayce sighs. “I’m just really frustrated. I don’t know what to do to fix something like this and you’re my best friend, I just… tonight went so wrong and I just wanted to talk to you. It was embarrassing. I’m probably embarrassing myself now too though.”
Viktor takes a deep breath, and turns around, facing Jayce once more. He’s slouched down impossibly further, practically lying down against the couch. In the lowlight of the room, the position seems like an invitation to come closer. Viktor could so easily imagine slotting himself between those broad thighs and making himself at home in Jayce’s personal space. He knows it would not be a wanted approach though, not from Viktor, so he stays where he is at, leaning his hip against the desk behind him. “You are not embarrassing yourself. What are partners for if not to tell your deepest secrets to?”
“Don’t tease me, V,” Jayce chuckles, voice low and dark and flirtatious. “Not like that.”
He’s drunk, Viktor reminds himself. And probably pent up.
“I wish I could fix this,” Jayce sighs. “It’s not like anyone ever complains when we have sex though. I know what I’m dealing with so I at least make sure my partners are satisfied before I turn into a quickshot.”
Viktor’s heart skips a beat at the word. Partners. It is criminal how the meanings of the word can be so interchangeable. It brings to mind the image of Viktor sitting on his spread thighs the way he is right now, letting Jayce take him apart until he has satisfied his partner the way he claims he does.
“If no one is complaining, why not go home with the young lady earlier?” Viktor asks, daring to cross the room.
“Because it’s embarrassing,” Jayce stares up at him with soft eyes as Viktor approaches. “And like I said I don’t even know how to begin fixing it. There’s something wrong with me.”
Viktor scoffs. “There is nothing wrong with you.” Jayce is infuriatingly perfect at times.
“I can’t have sex properly, that constitutes something being wrong.”
Viktor purses his lips. “Is there a medical reason?”
“No? It’s more like I get too excited. It feels too good and I can’t hold back,” Jayce grumbles.
Viktor nods in understanding. “Stand up please, Jayce.”
Jayce perks up. “Why?”
Viktor does not say anything. Not until Jayce is clambering to his feet, swaying uncertainty before gathering his bearings.
“I am going to take you home.” Viktor answers then.
“Nooo,” he groans. “My apartment is too far.”
“It is not that far,” Viktor shakes his head, walking over to the door.
Jayce follows reluctantly. “I can’t go up the steps right now.”
“You have an elevator, yes?”
“Yes,” he pouts. “But- it’s so far.”
“I am sure we will manage between the two of us,” Viktor assures.
“I don’t want to be alone,” Jayce adds, seeming to do everything in his power to not go home. “I want to stay in the lab with you. Let's work on something. Remember the night we discovered Hextech we had drunk that bottle of wine together? Or that time we shared an entire bottle of straight liquor and came to the lab thinking we could function-” he giggles softly. “Heimerginger’s head nearly exploded when we showed him-”
“I remember,” Viktor shakes his head fondly, heart swelling with affection for Jayce. He turns the lights off, and opens the door to the hallway, ushering the bigger man out first so he can lock the doors behind them.
“I just want to stay with you,” Jayce whines, not bothering to scoot away when Viktor brushes past him. Their shoulders touch, and Jayce quickly grabs his elbow, holding him close.
Viktor shrugs him off. “I suppose,” he shakes his head, not sure that it would be smart to suggest something like this but it is too late to back out now. “You could stay at my apartment with me for the night. It is closer and you would not be alone.”
Jayce’s face breaks out in a big grin. “Really?”
Viktor shakes his head, and walks off, knowing without a doubt that Jayce will follow.
Jayce’s footsteps are heavy, unsteady, compared to the repetitive and sure clicks of Viktor’s cane as they walk and the soft fall of his footsteps.
“What are we going to do tonight?” Jayce asks, bumping into Viktor and knocking him out of his steady pace.
“Sleep?” Viktor asks.
“I don’t want to sleep, I want to stay up with you,” Jayce clasps a big hand over his shoulder as they stroll out of the building and into the chilled night.
“You should not have drank so much then, perhaps we could have stayed up together,” Viktor continues on.
Jayce groans, but Viktor ignores him after that, letting him cling to his shoulder the rest of the way.
By the time the two spill into Viktor’s apartment, Jayce is looking a little green.
Over the years, he can count on his hand how many times Jayce has taken refuge on his couch. The first three times, Viktor couldn’t help but apologize for his dwelling. He’s seen Jayce’s apartment, and it’s befitting of the Golden Boy. It’s a lavish penthouse in one of the nicer apartment complexes; in comparison, Viktor’s is low budget, not far from the academy, probably intended for students but Viktor moved in his first year and never moved out. It’s a hole in a wall, crowded with things that have accumulated throughout the years. Jayce never seems to mind though.
Jayce zeros in on the couch, and before Viktor can even pretend to offer him his bed and wait for Jayce to decline, he walks over and flops down, stretching out with a bone deep sigh. “Your couch is so nice.”
Viktor hums, and locks the door behind them, kicking his shoes off at the door.
With that, he goes over to the basket of blankets he keeps for the rare moments he rests on the couch, and grabs one.
“What am I going to do?” Jayce sighs, letting Viktor toss the blanket over him.
“About?”
“Being bad at sex,” Jayce grumbles.
“You could always practice,” Viktor suggests off-handedly. “Perhaps if you became well acquainted with the pleasure then you could hold yourself back more when having intercourse.”
Jayce scoffs. “Who would practice having sex with me though? No one would want to do that.”
Viktor swallows thickly.
Do not do it.
Do not say it.
Do not even suggest it.
“I could help you,” Viktor offers.
Immediately, he cringes, dropping his gaze to anywhere in the room besides Jayce Talis who’s eyes bore into him with an intensity that mimics that of a laser beam, searing into him everywhere he looks.
The regret seeps in instantly. He fumbles, stumbling over his words to take back what he just offered. “I- that is- of course you would not want to-”
“Hey,” Jayce says quietly, stopping him in his tracks.
Viktor freezes, heart pounding with dread. This is the moment when Jayce rejects him, fully, and while he anticipates him to do it gently he truly has no idea what to expect.
“Are you genuinely offering?” Jayce asks, a thick eyebrow raised at him inquisitively.
Viktor swallows, unsure what to do. Meekly, he replies with the truth. “Yes.”
Jayce grins at him, and it feels as if the floor falls out beneath him. “Okay. Yeah. We can talk about it more tomorrow? When I’m not drunk.”
Viktor stares.
Jayce smiles, and then slowly flops over onto the couch, drawing the blanket up tight around his shoulders. “Night, V. You’re the best.”
… What?
Viktor stares, but before he can jolt his brain into responding, Jayce is snoring.
He’s drunk.
That has to be it. Jayce is drunk and did not fully think through the proposition Viktor gave him, just as Viktor did not fully think through what he was offering. In the morning, Jayce probably won’t even remember the conversation, and if he does they will awkwardly laugh and then go on with their lives. It has been two years of being hopelessly in love with the man, Viktor knows well and good that Jayce holds no interest in him.
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When Viktor wakes up, he’s determined to have a good day and to completely ignore a few things about his current situation, such as the way his back positively aches today, and he did not sleep very well after last night’s events, and that Jayce Talis is asleep on his couch, and that he offered to practice having sex with the said man.
People who ignore things seem to generally be a bit happier. And he’s going to have a good day, so he’s going to ignore it.
He dresses slow, his alarm clock having gone off some time ago. No one really monitors if he is in the lab, and they certainly do not monitor Jayce. The only person who might care if either of them show up late is Ms. Young, but she will forgive them if he brings her a croissant on his way in.
Once he’s dressed in his usual uniform, he goes out into the living room, surprised to see Jayce scrunching his face already at the light streaming in from outside and the noise Viktor makes as he walks through the home.
“Good morning, Jayce,” Viktor smiles when Jayce’s eyes begin to flutter open.
Jayce groans in protest, hiding his face in his hands to avoid the hangover. “I’m dying.”
“I am sure that you are not,” Viktor teases, taking two mugs down from the cabinets. He then turns the coffee maker on and waits patiently for the pot to fill.
“I think you need to check,” Jayce joked weakly.
“I am not a doctor.” Viktor huffs. “What would I do if you were dying?”
“If anyone could save me, it would be you,” he replies in faux mourning.
Viktor chuckles softly, watching the pot fill. Once it finishes, he pours two mugs full, and carefully carries them both back to the living room.
Jayce sits up when he sees him, a grateful expression on his face as he holds his hand out for it. “Thanks, V. You’re a lifesaver.”
Viktor hums and carefully lowers himself down beside him, propping his cane against the coffee table. “What are your plans for today? I was about to walk to the lab and perhaps grab breakfast for me and Ms. Young if you would like something as well.”
“Yeah, I was going to head to the lab today too. See if we can get that prototype up and running by the deadline. A few of the council members kept asking about when it would be ready and I didn’t know what to tell them.”
Viktor nods, and they both take a sip of their coffee.
“So… how would we practice?” Jayce asks curiously, eyebrows knitted together as he thinks on the subject.
Viktor nearly spits out his coffee.
He looks up, swallowing around a cough as he struggles to choke it down. His eyes widen in surprise, but Jayce is still staring at him, now with a hint of confusion.
He remembered?
He wants to do that?
“Were you not being serious last night when you offered? If you don’t want to help, I completely get it, Vik, I know this is super intimate,” A flush rises to Jayce’s cheeks and his eyes dart away quickly while he waits for a response. “And the sex wouldn’t even be good.”
Viktor just stares. He cannot even begin to find the words.
Jayce slowly slumps down, humiliated. “I’m sorry, forget I asked.”
“No!” Viktor yelps, forcing himself out of the stupor. “No I um… I would be willing to help you.”
Dread makes his stomach feel like a bottomless pit. He regrets it immediately, wishes he could go back in time and stop himself from offering something like that, or perhaps lock the lab doors last night, go home early. Something .
There is a certain knowledge that this can only end badly when Jayce gives him a little smile. “Really? You don’t have to.”
He knows he doesn’t have to. And he shouldn’t. In what world would this go well? He is in love with Jayce, and now they are going to be casually having what could be copious amounts of sex to gear Jayce up to see someone else? And there would be no escape. It is not a one night stand or a friends with benefits kind of relationship. He will see Jayce over and over again, every day in the lab afterwards when he eventually moves on and forgets Viktor.
His heart is going to break.
“Of course,” he nods, sealing his fate.
“So um… how do you think would help?” Jayce asks curiously, head tilted to the side while he thinks.
For a brief, fleeting moment, Viktor cannot think about anything but how badly he wants to feel Jayce’s touch.
“Well, I would need to know what our baseline is. We could treat this as an experiment.” Viktor swallows thickly, a tremor snaking through his hands. “After we know what we are working with so to speak, then we could begin finding ways to solve the issue.”
“So we should have sex normally and then go from there?” Jayce asks. “I treat you how I treat any other lover.”
Hearing Jayce refer to Viktor as a lover is a heartstopping moment. “Precisely.”
“You’re a genius V,” Jayce smiles genuinely at him, a broad, lopsided grin that is more than endearing in combination with the flush on his cheeks. “Thank you for helping me.”
“I’m glad to help,” Viktor forces a smile. “When would you like this to occur?”
“Tonight?” Jayce asks hopefully.
Going to the lab is torturous.
They stopped and grabbed breakfast, easing the calculating look off of Ms. Young’s face, and they work on the prototype from last night but Viktor cannot think. It’s ineffective to sit and try to work because Jayce keeps leaning into his space. Their shoulders brush, their hands press against one another, Jayce’s breath is in his ear when he leans over him to tweak something and every single touch feels like a promise of what is to come tonight.
His mind races with possibilities. He wonders if Jayce will use his mouth on him, or if he will be rough, if he talks dirty or goes quiet and pants. The louder part of his brain interjects and asks the question if Jayce will like what he sees. Will Jayce see him naked and find him attractive or will it be a clinical type of sex because Jayce does not enjoy him even the slightest and it’s purely to help him with his problem?
Viktor thinks he would die of mortification if that happened. If he looked up at Jayce buried inside of him and saw his eyes shut, imagining someone else, or even worse, what if he cannot get hard? What if Viktor is that unattractive that Jayce cannot even-
“Viktor?”
Viktor looks up, startled out of his thoughts.
Jayce wears a soft expression or worry, thick eyebrows knitted together. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, yes,” he nods, struggling to calm the ball of anxiety in his chest. “My apologies.”
“What were you thinking about?”
Viktor winces. They both know what he was thinking about.
Jayce scoots his stool closer to Viktor, their knees brushing against one another beneath the desk. Kindly, he lays his hand on his thigh to comfort, though all it does is send shocks of electricity racing through his nerves. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he assures.
“I am aware that I do not have to have sex with you,” Viktor says bluntly.
Jayce’s face turns pink, and he glances over at Sky, glad to see her engrossed in her work and not listening.
“I am simply… worried. I suppose,” Viktor twirls the hair at the back of his head as he thinks. “I do not want you to regret asking me of all people once we are in bed together.”
“I could never regret anything we do together, much less that,” Jayce scoffs as if it should be obvious. Except, it is not obvious to Viktor, and it leaves him feeling even more lost.
“Do you want to call it a day? I think we made good progress. We could go have dinner and then go to my place?”
Viktor scowls at that. “You do not have to court me like one of your lovers, you only have to fuck me.”
He isn’t really sure why he says it. It comes out cynical and rude, even to his own ears, and he regrets it as soon as the words leave his mouth.
Jayce’s face turns impossibly redder. “I just… I don’t want to make you feel…”
He trails off, staring at Viktor with a sort of patience he isn’t sure that he deserves.
Viktor slumps down. Jayce is trying to be kind and not make him feel used or bad or anything else.
“I will not feel any sort of way as long as we go about this in a professional manner,” Viktor assures himself more than Jayce. And it’s true, he thinks. As long as he puts his crush to the side and focuses on helping Jayce, then he won’t be heartbroken when it is all over. It is just sex, no feelings attached.
“Okay,” Jayce shakes his head, not arguing.
Viktor nods. Good. They are on the same page then.
“Would you still like to leave now?” Jayce asks, glancing towards the door.
“Yes, I do not believe I will be able to focus if we do not complete that task first.” Viktor nods, grabbing his cane to stand up.
Jayce stands hurriedly too, pushing his stool back where it goes and shouts a quick goodbye to Sky as they walk out the door.
It is oddly similar to the previous night, though there is a new tension between them as they walk. They do not share any words or friendly touches, and Jayce does not lean on him this time. They keep a sensible distance between one another, and the air is quiet.
The walk to Jayce’s apartment is quite a bit longer than the one to Viktor’s. At least, once they are inside the luxurious complex, there is an elevator that takes them to the top floor.
Jayce’s apartment is not clinical by any means. It is comfortable stepping in, immediately greeted with pictures of family and friends, including a polaroid of the two of them after a competition plastered on the wall. Knickknacks and trophies line the shelves, books and crystals and colorful rocks scattered amongst them as if Jayce brought them home on a whim. Viktor knows he used to collect them, and he can’t help but imagine Jayce purchasing them because they remind him of the collection he had as a child.
Viktor has been to Jayce’s apartment more times than the other way around. It is familiar by now to walk into the room and make himself at home.
“Um… should we do this exactly how I would on a date?” Jayce asks as he shrugs out of his white coat and vest. He slings them over the back of a dining room chair, and begins working on his tie next, looking unfairly sexy.
“I- yes, that would probably be best,” Viktor nods, trying not to ogle him for too long. It is hard though, when Jayce is stripping down with confidence in the middle of his living room.
“Okay, well usually, I start by leading them to my room. Sometimes we don’t make it that far and we end up on the couch, but I prefer the bed,” Jayce walks up to Viktor, taking him by the elbow. He spins him around slowly, and begins guiding him towards the room.
Viktor’s heart pounds in his chest uncontrollably. His palms feel sweaty even, and he can’t get a full breath. This is really happening, he thinks belatedly as he’s steered into Jayce’s bedroom.
“Um… I usually kiss them onto the bed,” Jayce turns him around once more.
Viktor goes willingly, looking up at Jayce’s face. They’re close to one another now, almost pressed against one another, the bed in close proximity. He knows what is about to happen but he still cannot calm himself down, doing the best to keep it bottled up inside of him.
“Can I kiss you?” Jayce slides his hand around to cup Viktor’s jaw.
“Of course,” Viktor nods stiffly.
Jayce smiles at him, a little gleam of pearl white teeth before he’s leaning in, eyes shut as he presses his lips against Viktor’s.
Viktor’s heart thumps, and he quickly shuts his eyes too, grabbing onto Jayce’s wrist. The kiss is short, sweet. His lips are chapped and belatedly he hopes that Jayce cannot tell or that he doesn’t mind.
When one kiss ends, another begins, each touch of their lips becoming more and more passionate, growing longer and deeper until Jayce’s tongue is in his mouth, mapping out spaces its never been before. Viktor lets him explore, lets him back him up until his cane clatters to the floor, startling them both.
“Sorry! Sorry,” Jayce giggles, pulling away with a breathless huff, immediately bending down to grab it for him. “Here,” he holds his hand out, helping Viktor take the last few steps to the bed.
“I imagine this is not something you normally have to do,” Viktor hums, mildly embarrassed at the interruption and then faced with Jayce’s gaze on his kiss bitten lips.
“It’s fine, I’ll put it over here,” Jayce leans over, setting his cane against the wall closes to the bed. “If you can’t reach it, I’ll get it for you.”
Always so caring. It’s one of the things that drew Viktor towards Jayce in the beginning. He’s a passionate man, and he will admit his passion and dedication is what first caught his attention, and then his fantastic mind. Viktor has never met someone who could challenge him the way Jaye does, but at the same time, he is incredibly caring.
Sometimes, he wonders how different their lives would be if Jayce had not rejected him that first night they met. It probably would not be too different from this, and for a brief moment he thinks maybe he could let himself pretend that his feelings are requited and this is real, but he puts a stop to those thoughts quickly. This is not about him.
Jayce comes back around to him, now loosening his tie, letting it fall to the floor. Buttons come undone on his shirt, starting at his neck and moving down, revealing tantalizing skin that peeks from between the edges of his shirt.
“I um- I am a little nervous,” Jayce admits with a grin, cheeks pink.
Viktor is too. “Why?”
“Because it's you,” Jayce fully unbuttons his shirt. “And I know you’re kind of judging me, which is what I asked for, to be clear, but… It’s unnerving.”
Oh. So it is not purely that it is because it is Viktor in his bed, he feels scrutinized. That makes sense, but he cannot help but feel… some kind of way. The reason he is nervous is because it is Jayce, and that is it. That is the difference between having feelings and not though, he supposes.
“Pretend this is nothing more than a normal encounter,” Viktor hums.
“Yeah, V, I don’t know how to do that when it's you,” Jayce chuckles.
Viktor flinches internally at that.
“What would you do next?” He prompts, clearing his throat. “I am on the bed, now what?”
“I would climb on top of you,” Jayce slowly gets closer, urging Viktor to lie back against the bed.
Jayce’s knee plants itself between his thighs as he brackets him in, leaning over him just like he said he would. His breath ghosts Viktor’s upper lip as he says, “I would kiss you while I work your clothes off. Sometimes if my partner would rather be in charge then I would be against the bed, but if I had it my way every time it would be just like this. I like taking their clothes off.”
Golden eyes stare into his endlessly, and it takes Viktor a moment to remember he has to respond.
Viktor shivers. “Go ahead.”
Jayce grins, and steals another kiss. They pick up right where they left off, their lips moving in tandem, working against one another. His hands find Viktor’s tie first, working it open bit by bit, fingers grazing against the skin of his neck occasionally. Eventually, he works it off and open, and begins unbuttoning his shirt as well, until they’re both free of the vests and ties and useless buttons.
Viktor cannot help but bite and nip at his lip, moving with the kiss naturally. He cannot begin to imagine how many times he’s pictured a moment like this, being allowed to kiss Jayce freely. Now that he has it, he’s having a hard time holding back. He needs to let Jayce show him how he normally does things, but all Viktor wants to do is take control and kiss him until they’re both delirious.
His stomach swirls with arousal, their bare chests brushing as Jayce leans back, lips kiss bitten and red now.
They stare at each other, but before Viktor can say anything, Jayce is leaning back down, kissing at his neck. It tickles, and he cannot help but squirm away, held in place by a strong hand that holds him unyieldingly as he makes his way down, kissing his chest and even the brace he wears across his chest and stomach. He keeps kissing down lower and lower until he presses a sweet kiss to the skin below his navel, just at the start of his pants.
“And usually,” Jayce breathes, grabbing his hips with both hands. “I get them off once or twice. I don’t fuck them until I know that they won’t mind if I cum too fast. If you’re already sensitive then the sex doesn’t need to last long.”
Dizzy, Viktor nods helplessly. That makes sense- too much sense. He can picture Jayce lying awake after having sex and wondering what he could do better and differently, how he could fix things and coming up with this.
Working his pants off leaves Viktor thrumming with anticipation. He's especially careful with his leg, fingers tracing up and down the brace that Jayce himself made not that long ago, Talis ‘T’ engraved in the metal like a brand. After that, Jayce reaches for his underwear, fingers digging into the elastic.
Viktor sucks in a sharp breath.
“Is this okay?” Jayce asks before he moves.
“Yes,” Viktor snips.
“Just making sure,” Jayce ignores his tone, working the garment down and off his body. “I like to hear when my partners want me to do something.”
Viktor thinks he might just explode. Burst into flames right on the spot. Spontaneous combustion is a real possibility.
Jayce looks him up and down, and Viktor stays deathly still beneath him, waiting. Jayce does not say anything about his appearance, positive or negative. Viktor isn’t really sure why he thought he would.
Instead, he leans down, and kisses his thighs, slowly guiding them apart to make room for himself.
There is something incredibly vulnerable about being spread out bare in front of Jayce. It’s… uncomfortable. Much more uncomfortable than he thought it would be. It’s unnerving to not know what he thinks of him, and the fears from earlier prickle at his thoughts that he won’t find him attractive.
The man runs his big hands up Viktor’s thighs, grabbing hold of his ass and squeezing just enough to draw a barely there noise out of him.
Jayce’s eyes light up at the sound. He lets his nose drag against his balls until he can press a kiss to the velvety skin, watching Viktor’s face.
He cannot look, he needs to look away or he is going to cum on himself.
Viktor quickly covers his eyes, letting Jayce do what he wants. He kisses up his length, laps at the head and takes it between his lips, the wet slide of Jayce’s tongue making Viktor want to push up into his mouth and seek more of the sensation.
When he sinks down on him, Viktor dares to peek out from under his arm to see him, and quickly goes back to covering his eyes because Jayce looks like something out of an erotic dream with his pink lips stretched around his cock and golden gaze staring up at Viktor still.
The pleasure is overwhelming, worse so by covering his eyes but Viktor doesn’t know what else to do with himself. He keeps one arm slung over his eyes and with his free hand he grabs hold of the blankets beneath him, twisting the expensive fabric recklessly, uncaring if it rips.
The slow drag of his lips down his cock draws embarrassing noises out of him, whimpers and whines that he cannot even begin to hold back. Viktor is no stranger to sex, he had his wild nights at the Academy like all students have, but this… this feels like something else entirely. Jayce is taking him apart piece by piece, a warm hand cupping his balls, his tongue working down his length and tracing the veins on the underside that has his chest stalling at the sheer pleasure that accompanies it.
What he is learning is that Jayce is not bad at sex. He may be bad at lasting, but right now, Viktor fears he might be the one to release too quickly. He is incredible with his tongue and the hand that works his length that is not currently in his mouth. Every moan and gasp he earns only spurs him on, holding his hips where he wants him like it is nothing.
“Jayce, I am close,” he tries to warn, finding his perfect hair, running his fingers through it shamelessly the same way he always wanted to. All the times that Jayce was bent over his desk frustrated or half asleep, all the times he walked in wearing far too much hair gel in an effort to impress the investors, or even better when it would grow out just enough for Jayce to want to cut it, the longer strands hanging over his forehead. Viktor has wanted to touch him in more ways than one for a long time now.
Jayce does not pull off or slow down. He keeps going and going until the tension builds inside of him and Viktor helplessly loses control, his hips twitching as his release fills Jayce’s mouth that never stops sucking him down, swallowing around him until he sees stars.
Viktor chokes, a garbled noise leaving his mouth as he flops his head back against the bed, unable to do anything else. His cock pulses and twitches, and thankfully, Jayce pulls off, swallowing one last time.
It is only when Jayce’s mouth is off of him that he feels like he can think again.
Jayce kisses his trembling thigh with a love drunk expression on his face. “That’s one, if my partner doesn’t tell me to stop though I usually push for two.”
Viktor shakes his head. He can’t catch his breath or get ahold of himself. “Just one, just one for now,” he pleads. He isn’t sure he can handle any more than that.
“You got it,” Jayce smiles into his thigh, teeth grazing the inner skin. “Do you want to keep going?”
Viktor’s chest rises and falls rapidly. “I will not be able to fully help you if I do not experience it all.”
“You don’t have to help me,” Jayce reminds. “I’m really grateful that you are, but if it’s too much-”
“No I want it,” Viktor insists, only catching his phrasing when the words leave his mouth. He quickly corrects himself. “I want to help.”
“Thank you, V,” Jayce noses along his stomach, rising up onto his hands and knees once more, putting space between their bodies.
Viktor looks down, letting his eyes trail over his muscular chest and down to the bulge in his pants.
Jayce follows his gaze, letting out an embarrassed little laugh. “I really like making others feel good.” he justifies.
Viktor nods. It wasn’t him that got Jayce hard, it was the act. He understands that, he knows that. He can handle that.
“I um,” Jayce leans forward, scooting up awkwardly to reach for the nightstand beside them. “I keep oils in here,” he pulls open the drawer, rustling around.
Viktor watches him the entire time, heart swelling with an emotion he cannot quite put a name to. It makes his stomach feel strange, and he cannot help but shift in his spot at the feeling.
Jayce retrieves the oil, and settles back down comfortably. “Um… not to assume, but…”
“I would like to bottom, Jayce,” Viktor snorts.
Jayce laughs softly. “I just want the data you’re gathering to be accurate!”
“Of course, what else?” Viktor laughs flirtatiously in return, spreading his thighs apart. “Will you please get me ready, Jayce? I would be quite embarrassed fingering myself in front of you.”
The flirting is meaningless, but there is something quite satisfying in watching Jayce’s face turn bright red.
Jayce grabs his thigh, spreading his palm over the skin as he guides it up, spreading his legs to give himself space. He lets it settle around his waist, and Viktor playfully uses it to tug him closer to gauge his reaction.
Jayce huffs out a laugh, squeezing his hip. “Stay still.”
Viktor nods, shifting his hips in invitation before settling down and letting Jayce continue.
He wets his fingers, and gets to work, pressing one finger in, slow and gentle. It does not feel like much, but it takes Viktor’s breath away all the same to have Jayce inside of him. He moves at a snail’s pace, eyes glued to Viktor’s face until he shifts with anticipation, needing more.
“Do you go this slow with everyone?” Viktor asks, curling his lip at the feeling.
“If I think they need it,” Jayce shrugs.
“I do not,” Viktor justifies instantly.
Jayce ignores him. “I like it like this.”
Viktor stares up at him unblinkingly until Jayce barks out a laugh. “Okay,” he concedes, pressing a second finger inside. He curls them up expertly, making Viktor gasp sharply. His eyes widen as Jayce’s fingers press into the sweet spot inside of him, rough fingertips rubbing against the nerves until he jerks reflexively.
“Good?” Jayce asks, repeating the motion over and over until Viktor’s cock begins to swell once more with interest.
“Good,” Viktor agrees, bearing down against his fingers. “More.”
“More? Already, V?” Jayce teases, stretching his fingers out to loosen him up. “I usually take my time with my partners like this.”
The way he says partner makes Viktor shiver. His mind races with fantasies of Jayce bending him over his desk where they truly are partners and fingering him slowly like this, taking him apart until Viktor cannot tell right from left.
“Sometimes I try to get them to cum one more time just like this,” Jayce continues on, massaging his prostate until Viktor’s legs tremble. “I know you said no more, but if it was up to me, I wouldn’t get inside you until you were dry.”
Viktor shuts his eyes against the dirty talk, unable to face Jayce. He can feel the heat radiating from his cheeks, and for the first time he truly begins to process what a terrible idea it was to agree to this. This was a mistake, this was all a huge mistake and he doesn’t want it to stop.
Jayce falters, and stops talking, pressing a third finger inside of him. He works him open quietly after that, and Viktor cannot help but be thankful for the reprieve.
The third finger is more of a stretch than the first two, making him that much more aware of how much bigger Jayce’s fingers are than his. His cock is fully hard by the time he is pulling his fingers out, and a needy sound leaves his parted lips at the loss of his fingers.
“Sorry,” Jayce says sheepishly, tone different than it was before.
Viktor gives him a puzzled look. Did something change?
It must be nerves, he decides. This is the part that Jayce is most worried about after all.
“It will be alright, Jayce,” he assures.
“Yeah, um… yeah, we can just get on with it,” Jayce nods, sitting back on his knees, the flush on his face spreading down to his chest. He unbuttons his pants, and pushes them down as far as he can, wiggling them off completely. Next to go is his underwear, and Viktor swallows at the sight of his fully hard cock, the leaking member red with neglect.
He wants to put his mouth on him and return the favor. He would ask if he wasn’t sure that it would ruin the experiment they are running at the moment. Jayce is big, the length highlighted when he takes himself in his hand, stroking himself only once. He bites his lip, and looks at Viktor with a shy light in his eyes. “Do you want to use a condom? I have some.”
Selfishly, he answers, “No that is alright. I fear a condom would skew the data we are collecting at the moment.”
Really, he just wants to feel him without it, but that is not something that needs to be voiced out loud.
“That makes sense,” Jayce nods, reaching for the oil once more. He drips some into his hand, rubbing it on his cock with a fast touch. Viktor watches curiously, slowly piecing it together.
“Are you already feeling close to release?”
Jayce ducks his head with shame. He forces a smile, “A little bit. But I can handle it for now. It’s when…” Jayce trails off, looking embarrassed. “It’s when I am inside of you that it will be impossible to stop myself. I really don’t understand it, Vik. I can calm myself down right now but…”
“Why don’t you show me,” Viktor urges with a comforting touch to Jayce’s knee.
“Right, yeah,” Jayce nods.
Jayce scoots closer awkwardly and begins arranging Viktor’s limbs the way he wants him, both of his knees on either side of his waist, their thighs resting against one another.
Viktor watches, noting how he stops making eye contact with him as he lines himself up.
Slowly, he begins to push inside of him, blunt head of his cock spearing him open, stealing his breath away.
Viktor’s lips part, chest stalling. Jayce is big, he knew this, and yet the feeling of his cock sinking into him is nothing compared to his fingers from before. He keens at the feeling, the noise ripped out of him before he could put a stop to it.
Jayce does not pause. He keeps going, sinking in further and further until the wiry hair at his pelvis is pressed flush against Viktor’s skin, every inch inside of him.
Jayce looks up, panting, eyes half lidded and hazy. He leans forward, planting his hand beside Viktor’s face to support himself, the cold crystal of his bracelet pressed against his jaw.
“Fuck,” Jayce groans under his breath, hair falling carelessly into his eyes as he looks down briefly to see where their bodies meet before looking back up at Viktor.
He wants to touch him. In fact, Viktor is overcome with the need to touch Jayce. He wants to grab Jayce’s chest, massage his pecs and run his hands over his abs, dig his teeth into his neck and never let go. He needs to grab hold of him and run his hands over his body and feel every inch of him.
But that wasn’t what they agreed upon. This isn’t for pleasure. It’s to help Jayce. He needs to help Jayce and keep his hands to himself.
“You can move,” Viktor assures, lifting his hips to encourage him.
“I can’t,” Jayce shakes his head, a trembling hand landing on Viktor’s hip.
“It’s okay, Jayce,” Viktor assures, wrapping an arm around his neck, pulling him close. “It is only me,” he reminds. This isn’t a high pressure scenario where he is trying to impress a beautiful woman or a handsome man, it is only Viktor beneath him. A friend.
The thought stings, despite it all, but Viktor pushes it aside and keeps a soft smile on his face, urging him to relax.
“Okay, yeah, you’re right, I-” he shudders, using his grip on Viktor to pull out enough to drive back in. He rolls his hips tentatively, squeezing his eyes shut.
For a moment, Viktor thinks that perhaps Jayce is over exaggerating his problem. When he begins to fuck him, everything seems normal. In fact, Jayce is quite good at what he is doing. Viktor struggles not to lose himself in the sensation, trying to keep a level head.
After a moment though, he begins to understand. Jayce’s pace quickens, and what started as slow and easy turns into Jayce jackrabbiting into him, mumbling under his breath pleas for Viktor to understand. “‘Mm sorry,” he whimpers. “You feel so good, I can’t-”
“Jayce-”
“Fuck,” he quivers, slamming into him hard and fast. “I can’t- I’m close-” his words choke around a moan, and Viktor swears he sees tears in Jayce’s eyes before he squeezes them shut once more, refusing to look at Viktor as he slams into him one final time.
Viktor’s eyes widen as the feeling of release coats his insides, Jayce’s cock pulsing and twitching as aftershocks rock through his body. The man refuses to lift his head. He does not look at Viktor, does not move. He sits there, buried inside of him, and waits for judgement.
Viktor’s heart squeezes at the sight. His shoulders look heavy, drawn up tight, and this time, he cannot stop the urge to touch him. He unloops his arm from around Jayce’s neck, and rubs his shoulder comfortingly, thinking of how important touch has always been for Jayce.
“Jayce, can you look at me for a moment?” he asks softly, voice calm and neutral.
Jayce tilts his head towards him, but keeps his gaze on Viktor’s chest.
He waits patiently, until slowly, Jayce meets his eyes.
“It is alright,” Viktor assures once he has his attention. “This is why I am here. It is okay.”
Jayce stays quiet, but his words help him untense, even if only a little.
Viktor thinks about what had just occurred, thoughts racing. He understands why Jayce would see this as a problem now, and perhaps even why he became so frustrated that he came to Viktor about it.
“Do you want me to take care of you?” Jayce asks.
Viktor frowns, and follows his gaze to where Viktor’s hard cock rests against his hip.
Oh.
“That is alright,” Viktor denies, grabbing Jayce’s forearm. “I do not need anything.”
“I don’t want to leave you unsatisfied,” Jayce mumbles, obviously troubled. “Even if this wasn’t… I can get you off again. I usually do if I finish too quickly.”
Viktor watches him, concerned. His entire body reads of shame yet he continues to say they must keep going.
He wants to say something, perhaps insist that Jayce should not feel obligated to touch him again, or to comfort him in some way but it is clear that Jayce would not accept that answer. Instead, he says, “I do not wish to keep going. We should clean up.”
“Okay,” Jayce sighs, still looking upset. He pulls out of Viktor slowly, and Viktor shivers when he feels cum drip out of his loose hole. In reality, he would like to keep going. He would love to feel Jayce’s fingers press back inside of him or to have his mouth on his cock again, but this is not about him.
He wills his body to sit up, putting distance between them as Jayce backs up enough that Viktor can do so.
“Do you want to shower?” Jayce asks. “Or bath? I do have a bathtub, or I can get a cloth and we can use that, whatever you need.”
“A cloth will do fine,” Viktor nods. “Thank you.”
Jayce pulls himself out of the bed, and makes his way to the bathroom, shameless about his nudity.
Viktor stays still, waiting for Jayce to return.
When he comes back, he’s holding a warm cloth, and he quickly clambers back into the bed, handing it over to Viktor.
There is an odd feeling in the air as he takes the cloth and begins to clean up. He hates to admit that this is nothing like how he envisioned sex with Jayce to be. He did not imagine the awkwardness afterwards, or that Jayce would not help clean up himself. It’s a bit strange to lie here and wipe himself down. It leaves him feeling used, oddly enough. Though, when he thinks about it, he supposes that is what he signed up for is to let Jayce use his body.
“It is getting late,” Viktor comments, looking out at the window. The sun is setting, and soon enough the sky will be dark. It will make for a long walk home if he does not leave soon.
“Would you do me another favor?” Jayce asks quietly.
Viktor pauses.
“Would you stay with me for a little bit longer? I can order us dinner. We don’t have to talk about- that - I would prefer if we didn’t actually. We can talk another time, I just… I don’t want you to leave yet.”
Viktor’s heart melts. “I would be happy to stay.”
Long walk home be damned, he thinks.
“Thank you. And maybe later we can talk and… do you think you can help me? Or is it hopeless,” he half smiles jokingly, though there is an undercurrent of fear in his voice.
“We will figure it all out,” Viktor promises. “It will be alright, Jayce.”
Jayce relaxes at that, giving him a genuine smile. “Thank you for helping me V,” Jayce kisses his temple sweetly.
Viktor swallows, heart heavy. “Of course.”