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They’re parked in front of Viktor’s apartment, the passenger seat shoved all the way back, and Jayce is eating Viktor out like he’ll fucking die without the taste and feel of Viktor’s cock in his mouth.
This is a relatively new development in their seven-year-long friendship, brought about after Piltover’s Distinguished Innovator’s Competition and one or two or three too many strong cocktails, the excitement and the alcohol coursing through their veins like so much electricity.
Viktor, for his part, has been in love with Jayce for so long that he doesn’t remember when it first started. Maybe at the start of his transition, when he and Jayce were barely more than newly acquainted lab partners, and he offhandedly mentioned how different Piltover’s public restrooms were from Zaun’s, the harassment familiar but still an icy cold shock to his system. Without a word, Jayce began accompanying him to the bathroom, knowing nobody would dare mess with him, 6’7” and the Academy’s star athlete to boot.
Jayce would stand outside the doors like a good little (big) guard dog, refusing to let anyone enter until Viktor came back out, long fingers fiddling nervously with the handle of his cane.
Perhaps even since the moment he saw him storming out of Professor Heimerdinger’s office that first day, all righteous indignation and poorly concealed energy to do—make—be something . Before they were even made lab partners, which was a poorly concealed attempt to curtail Jayce’s more impulsive behaviors—and even more poorly executed. (If anything, they egged each other on, made each other both better and worse.)
He knows, also, that there is no universe in all the cosmos in which Jayce feels the same way, and he’s made his peace with that. This is just sex, just letting off steam, years of sexual tension finally overflowing. It’s casual, because Jayce wants casual, and Viktor—with his greedy little heart—will take whatever pieces of Jayce he can get.
Which brings them to this moment: Jayce knee-deep in the passenger seat because he just can’t wait to get his mouth on Viktor. The only thing Jayce Talis loves more than baseball, or science, or Cait, is eating pussy. (Viktor’s, specifically, but Viktor doesn’t know that.)
Viktor threads his long fingers through Jayce’s hair as Jayce slowly but surely works him open with tongue and a hint of teeth, thrusting his tongue in and out of his hole and licking and biting at his lips and his clit, eagerly slurping up Viktor’s wetness in a way that is frankly obscene, and just a little bit nasty—just the way Viktor likes Jayce to be when they do this.
His best friend eats pussy like a man starved, filled with a hunger only the taste of a wet cunt can satiate. Viktor is all too happy to oblige him. He eats Viktor out like his own pleasure couldn’t matter less to him, playing him like a finely tuned violin.
Jayce, whole body shaking, lets out a little high-pitched keening noise muffled by Viktor’s cunt, and Viktor doesn’t know what comes over him, but he’s not going to let Jayce lie about this. He uses the hand threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck to yank Jayce’s head back so they can make eye contact.
“Did you just fucking cum?” Viktor asks, trying for a sneer but he’s too breathless, too needy, and it comes out wrong. Jayce turns bright red, stammering out a “Yes,” trying to hide his gaze from Viktor. Viktor tightens his hold in the other man’s hair.
“Good boy,” Viktor says, and the way Jayce positively melts at the slight praise sends another rush of wetness pouring out of his hole, which Jayce eagerly laps up. He bites the inside of Viktor’s thigh, softly at first. Viktor lets out a little huff, and Jayce bites him harder. “I’m not done with you yet,” Viktor drawls. Jayce’s smile is like the sunrise.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he responds before returning to his work with renewed vigor.
Jayce eats pussy like he’s worshipping at the altar, rarely coming up for air, making these little moans in the back of his throat that drive Viktor crazy. Jayce hates it when he cums first—ever the gentleman—and Viktor knows he’s going to do his damnedest to make up for it and only hopes he can survive the ordeal.
He slows down to a tortuous pace, teasing Viktor’s hole with just the tip of his tongue, enjoying the way Viktor’s walls flutter and clench around him, trying to pull his tongue in deeper. He tortures Viktor like that for what seems like hours or even days, just these little licks to his hole and clit that drives him mad, and Viktor momentarily wonders how Jayce would feel about puppy ears and a tail.
Then Jayce seals his lips around his clit and sucks, hard, and Viktor promptly stops thinking anything at all as he cums all over Jayce’s face, soaking the car seat below him, and Jayce seems to be trying to shove his face as deep into Viktor’s cunt as he possibly can, moaning and groaning like Viktor is the most delicious meal he’s ever tasted.
He sucks Viktor’s clit through his orgasm, roughly shoving three fingers up to the second knuckle the way he knows Viktor loves. “Fuck— fuck, Jayce, it’s—eh—too much, it’s too much—” Viktor pants out, lightly trying to push Jayce away, and Jayce just. Doesn’t stop. He sucks Viktor’s cock even harder, adding teeth, and Viktor screams so loud he’s sure the neighbors are going to come outside to see who is being brutally murdered out here in the carpark at 1:00 in the morning.
Jayce pulls back slightly to look up at Viktor, eyes shining, the sight of Viktor’s juices running down his chin positively obscene as he fucks his fingers in and out of Viktor’s impossibly tight hole. “Fuck, I could do this all night,” he says, ducking back down to lick a long strip up Viktor’s slit from where his thick fingers join them to the very tip of his cock.
“No—no, stop,” Viktor says weakly, but Jayce knows Viktor could push him away if he really wanted to, knows that they’ve talked about this, knows that Viktor hasn’t yet said “Hextech,” and so he doesn’t stop. He seals his lips around Viktor’s cock again and starts bobbing his head, finding his rhythm, swirling his tongue around Viktor’s tip and up under his clitoral hood and Viktor keens, legs shaking, and Jayce adds his pinky, crooks his fingers up to press against that spot that makes Viktor see stars, and his words are muffled by Viktor’s lower lips as he chants, “Cum again, V, cum for me again, please, please, please— ” And Viktor, always eager to please where Jayce is concerned, does, one hand holding Jayce’s hair so tightly the poor guy’s bound to have a sore head tomorrow, other hand wildly smacking the car window as he bucks his hips up into Jayce’s face, impossibly searching for more, more, more. He keens one final time as Jayce leans back on his heels, wiping his mouth and grabbing his phone to check the time.
“Shit,” Jayce says. “We have work in the morning. Fuck. I have to go.” And Viktor, who knows Jayce will never follow him upstairs and climb into bed with him just to hold him, smiles briefly and bitterly, reaching to pull his pants and underwear back up. His breath hitches as Jayce’s hands stop his, the gentleness with which Jayce slides his clothes back on enough to break his heart.
“In another life…” Viktor murmurs.
“What?” Jayce asks.
“Oh, nothing. Nothing. Just talking to myself.”
Jayce pops a breath mint into his mouth from the center console and then opens the car door, and the sight of his big body unfurling from the floor of the passenger seat and climbing out of his little Honda Civic brings to mind the image of clowns in a clown car, and he can’t stop the laugh that breaks past his lips. Jayce gives him one of his crooked smiles, reaching around Viktor to grab his cane from the backseat and then offering him his hand to help him out of the car. He always walks him to his door, but never further, not on nights like this, and if Jayce Talis were anyone else, it would be cruel.
But he’s Jayce, his best friend and eternal lab partner Jayce, and Viktor says nothing at all as he takes the proffered hand and heaves himself out of his car.
They chat idly as they walk to Viktor’s door, Jayce regaling him with tales of Caitlyn’s latest act of rebellion, and Viktor could curse the traitorous warmth pooling in his gut. He probably will after Jayce drops him at his apartment.
They reach the door they painted green two summers ago in what feels like record time, and Viktor can’t help the little swoop in his stomach, even knowing he’ll see Jayce bright and early at the lab tomorrow. “Well,” Jayce says. “Goodnight, V. I’ll see you in the morning. Thanks again.” As if Viktor lent him a pencil or spotted him $5, not that he ate Viktor’s cunt until he came in his pants.
“Goodnight, Jayce,” Viktor replies. As he watches Jayce walk back to his own car, he thinks, not for the first time, that this is a terrible idea.