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It's around eleven PM, and Jayce has just gotten home from his first date. Not his first date ever , but his first date with Viktor , and he feels like a teenager again. It doesn't befit a twenty-six-year-old man to squeal and run to his room to collapse on his bed as soon as he gets back to his apartment. It feels incredibly silly to kick his legs back and forth off the end of the bed, still coming down off of a high of nervous energy, knowing his morning alarm will go off in just seven hours. But he can't help himself. At least he's working from home tomorrow.
Bzzz .
Jayce pulls his phone out of the pocket of his nicest jeans and rolls over onto his stomach, legs still kicking in the air.
Viktor [11:14 PM]: get home safe?
Jayce [11:14 PM]: safe and sound! i had a great time tonight :)
He chews on his bottom lip as he watches the three dots in his messaging app bounce on Viktor's side as he types.
Viktor [11:15 PM]: good. i'll see you tomorrow morning?
Jayce [11:15 PM]: i'm remote tomorrow :( but i'll see you on teams :P goodnight v!
He nibbles on his thumbnail.
Viktor [11:16 PM]: good night, jayce <3
Jayce's eyes go wide as he sees the combination of symbols on screen that make up a heart. A HEART! He can't believe his luck. He heart-reacts to the message and flips his phone face down before he can say anything more and look silly. The butterflies in his stomach are bouncing off the walls, and he yells into his comforter with glee.
He and Viktor had met when Jayce started his internship with HexCorp a few years ago before being hired full time. Jayce was fresh out of college and excited to start making a difference in the world. He wasn't sure how going on coffee runs for old men was helping at first until, finally, someone scolded them for treating Jayce like an errand boy. That same man took Jayce under his wing, grateful for a colleague that could keep up with his intellect and ideas. He was the smartest man Jayce had ever met, and he immediately became enamored.
They worked together effortlessly, like they'd known each other their whole lives. When the company hired him, he was also officially made Viktor's partner. They shared an office, and subsequently eight hours a day with each other. Sometimes they'd work in total silence, and other times they would toss a tiny foam football between them while they brainstormed. Jayce would insist that Viktor step out of the office at lunch for some fresh air, and they'd talk about anything and everything over roast beef sandwiches at the deli.
It may have taken years of doubt, a few drinks at a party, and literal, physical push from his best friend Caitlyn to ask him out, but he did it. And Viktor had said yes. And they’d just had this amazing night together.
Jayce rocks himself out of bed and heads to his bathroom to shower before his inevitable energy crash. He sheds his t-shirt and jeans off and kicks them in the general direction of his overflowing laundry basket. It's a Thursday night, which means he needs to wash all of his clothes tomorrow before he goes to Cait and Vi's housewarming party on Saturday. Or apartment warming party. Whatever they were calling it.
Cait!
He pivots back to his bed and opens his phone to shoot her a text. She'd been promised juicy details, and he couldn't let her down.
Jayce [11:26 PM]: HEY sorry I literally just got home. So we went to that nice restaurant that you recommended and it kinda felt like it always does? i know you told me to act normal but i was really nervous and i think viktor could tell bc i was definitely acting like it was a date with someone i don't know or something
Jayce [11:26 PM]: but he took my hand and was like jayce it's fine, i'm having a nice time
Jayce [11:27 PM]: he held my hand!!!! and after dinner and dessert (he insisted) we just walked through the park and talked and held hands the whole time aaa it was so lovely 🥺
Jayce [11:27 PM]: and i know i said i wouldn't take him home yet and i didn't, didn't even kiss him, but god i wanted to, he looked so hot he was wearing that black turtleneck that looks so good on him... it should be on my floor right now lol but seriously i said i would be good but he did not make it easy 😩
Jayce [11:27 PM]: sorry for the wall of text i'm about to shower i just wanted to let you know bc you asked
He tosses his phone back onto the bed and makes his way into the bathroom. His reflection points finger guns at him and fires as he takes a look at himself. He'd been working out a lot more, and it was starting to show, especially in his shoulders. Vaguely he wonders if Viktor would like watching him do pull-ups, or if he'd let Jayce bench press him. Then he realizes he's half hard in his boxer briefs just at the thought and he blushes at his own reflection. He turns the shower on to fill the bathroom with steam before he has to look at himself again.
Jayce doesn't sleep around, but he does have a reputation for taking things too fast and getting his heart broken in the process. When he told Caitlyn about the date, she'd made him promise to slow down. The big difference is that, while he'd known those people for weeks or months at most, he's known Viktor for years, and has had feelings for his partner since the beginning.
Viktor was hot from the start, when he walked in on Jayce fretting over a spilled coffee order in the lobby of their building. He'd insisted on following Jayce up to his superiors for a discussion after they cleaned up the mess. He's not much older than Jayce, but he has a very commanding presence. Jayce isn't sure if it's the sleek suits, the clack of his cane and boots as he approaches each problem with purpose, or his boundless intelligence, or his wit, or his feathery soft brown hair that Jayce wants to run his hands through...
Great, now he's hard again.
He doesn't know when he stepped into the shower, but it's been long enough that his bathroom has a decent amount of steam built up inside. As he cleans himself, he can't stop thinking about Viktor. He imagines long, slender fingers running the shampoo through his hair and lathering it in, or getting to scrub Viktor's milky, smooth skin with his loofah. Maybe if they lived together, Viktor would be tangled naked in his sheets when he got out, waiting for Jayce to pound him into the mattress.
His hand wanders down to his length and he barely pulls back the foreskin, hissing at the sensitivity as the thick head of his cock is revealed. He doesn't fight it, just presses his forehead and free hand onto the tile wall to brace himself.
In his fantasy, Viktor is right in front of him, bent and steady against the wall of the shower, gaping hole clenching around nothing. His pretty pale cock dangles between his legs and twitches when Jayce presses his tip inside. He's slamming into Viktor's imaginary hips and bottoming out every time. He's not able to patiently learn where all of his other moles are after kissing the ones on his face plenty of times, but he comes all the same, gasping and moaning and maybe saying Viktor's name, and watches his release swirl down the drain.
He takes his time doing his nightly skincare. Steam floods out of the bathroom like a sauna into his open bedroom. He throws on sweatpants and hops into bed, feeling so perfectly warm and sleepy that he passes out instantly.
Jayce wakes up late because his phone is dead. He stretches luxuriously in his sheets like a cat in a sunbeam, and then realizes, suddenly anxious, that the lighting in his room is too bright to be his normal hour of waking.
When he steps out of his room, he sees on the microwave that he, luckily, isn't late to getting on his computer for work. He must have passed out last night after his shower without charging his phone. He doesn't have time to do his morning skincare, or shave, or make a proper breakfast, but he can pull on the nearest, cleanest shirt, plug in his phone, and pretend to work for a few hours before starting the chores he saves for his remote work days.
He can't even be frustrated about waking up late when he remembers the night he had with Viktor.
Not long after he clocks in, his phone has just enough battery to turn on so he can catch up with his notifications. He has a webcam optional meeting in half an hour, so he kicks his socked feet up on his desk and watches his phone buzz with activity. Three missed calls from Cait. Weird. There's a couple of texts from her as well from before the calls came in.
Sprout🌱 [12:05 AM]: okay you told me to text you at midnight if i hadn't heard from you before then. how'd it go???
Sprout🌱 [12:10 AM]: Jayce do NOT LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THIS
Missed call
Missed call
Sprout🌱 [12:40 AM]: if you're chopped up and dead somewhere i'm gonna kill you!!
Missed call
Jayce blinks looking at his phone. He remembers texting her last night and telling her all about it, did he not hit send before his phone died? He scrolls back up in the message thread to the last one he sent.
Jayce [5:47 PM]: ok he's here wish me luck!!
Sprout🌱[5:48 PM]: good luck!! don't do anything i wouldn't do lol
He frowns, then checks his other messages.
There's one from Viktor from before he woke up.
Viktor [7:15 AM]: well good morning to you too, Jayce
He opens up the thread and sees, to his horror, that the wall of text he'd meant to send to Caitlyn was sent to Viktor by mistake. And he'd just fallen asleep after like it was nothing. The coffee in his stomach stirs and threatens to come back up. He can feel his heart beating in his throat as he just stares at the screen, willing the message to disappear or for the phone to combust or for a meteor to strike him dead.
None of those things happen. The line in the text box just blinks up at him. Instead he reopens his messages with Caitlyn.
Jayce [9:06 AM]: i'll tell you about it later, i'm alive
He goes back to his texts with Viktor and reads the messages he sent last night again. It's rambling and embarrassing because it was meant for his other best friend and not the one he went on an amazing date with last night. He takes a deep, shaky breath.
Jayce [9:15 AM]: hey i'm so sorry i sent that to the wrong person, if it was too much we can pretend like nothing happened
His thumb shakes as he hits send. Seconds later, Viktor is typing.
Viktor [9:16 AM]: we don't have to pretend anything. i was quite flattered. i'm glad you had a nice time.
Jayce sighs in relief. He's still mortified by what he said, but at least Viktor doesn't hate him or think he's weird. At least not any weirder than he knows Jayce to be.
Viktor [9:16 AM]: i was more concerned that you weren't up at your usual hour. did i wear you out?
His heart thumps in his chest. Viktor was worried . He knows when Jayce wakes up and was concerned when he hadn't heard from him. Jayce can't stop himself from smiling.
Jayce [9:17 AM]: nooo i just forgot to charge my phone so my alarm didn't go off 😫 i passed out right after my shower
Things are normal. This is normal.
Viktor [9:18 AM]: that sounds like quite a sight
Okay maybe they're not normal. Is this Viktor being... forward? He'd mentioned on their date that he'd been waiting for Jayce to ask him out for a while, though he didn't specify how long that was.
Viktor [9:20 AM]: if the restaurant made you nervous, we can do something more casual. a movie at one of our places perhaps? and we'll see whose floor my shirt ends up on
Jayce drops his phone like it's on fire. Their meeting is ten minutes, and he's almost hard again at the implication of Viktor's text. At least he doesn't have to look presentable, but he's probably going to have to speak at some point. And right now he can't even think.
Jayce [9:22 AM]: i'd like that :)
A simple, casual answer. It doesn't betray the fact that he's palming into his groin right now, only worsening the situation in his grey sweatpants. He's dipping his head back and imagining Viktor in his lap, maybe still a little sleepy, hair still messy from a night of endless passion, holding Jayce's mug that he got at Legoland in his slim fingers, sipping at the sickeningly sweet coffee Jayce made for him.
It's 9:25 and Jayce is entertaining fantasies of grinding on his coworker when he has a meeting in five minutes. He shakes his head as if to clear it and runs to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. He walks laps in the carpet by his desk, waiting for his erection to flag at least enough that he can focus on getting through the meeting. It's just their weekly Friday morning catch up, nothing crazy.
He's back at his desk, Legoland mug of black coffee in hand, dick tucked up into the waistband of his sweatpants. It's gone down enough. He logs into the meeting and types a few greetings to his coworkers.
Jayce [9:30 AM]: hey team!! TGIF 🥳
He includes a gif of a dancing cat with his message. Everyone loves it. He feels great.
Until Viktor logs in and turns his camera on.
And he's wearing that damn black turtleneck.
Jayce's cock presses against the elastic band holding it in place. Did he wear that on purpose? Because of what Jayce said? Does he have multiple black turtlenecks? Or is he wearing the same one he'd worn last night that might smell faintly like Jayce from their long parting embrace?
Viktor's brown waves are tamed into a bun with two tendrils framing his face. Jayce can't see through the webcam, but he knows there are little grey chunks in them, and that Viktor will tuck one or both behind his ears before the meeting is over. Silver rectangular glasses perch at the tip of his nose. He can see the glowing reflection of Viktor's laptop in them, then notices his background is not their shared office. He must have decided to work from home today as well.
On their ten-person team, only two others turn their cameras on, one of whom is their project manager. He's a stout man named Cecil, and the right side of his massive mustache is the only thing in frame on his webcam.
He feels like Viktor is looking at him. Before he can stop himself, he's opened their messages again.
Jayce [9:31 AM]: are you wearing what you wore last night?
Viktor glances off-screen.
Viktor [9:31 AM]: no, i just figured you might want to see me in this. according to your text from last night, i look 'hot' in it
Jayce feels like smacking his head against his desk. Viktor is wearing it for him . The thought goes straight to his dick, and he double checks that his webcam is off.
He hears their boss's shrill voice start their weekly meeting, as usual, with a long and detailed itinerary of his upcoming weekend. Jayce chews on his bottom lip.
Jayce [9:32 AM]: you do
He is officially tuned out of this meeting other than the little box with Viktor's face in the corner.
Viktor [9:33 AM]: do you want to see what else i'm wearing?
Jayce [9:33 AM]: yes
There's no time to feel shame over the way he instantly replies as a photo pops up in their chat. Viktor must have taken it earlier, as it appears to be in a full length mirror attached to a door. His hair is up in the same bun, but his glasses are off, and the turtleneck is untucked because he isn't wearing pants. He's not wearing pants. He has no pants on. There's a peek of a cute butt below the hem of the shirt. He is turned partially backwards in the mirror, looking over his shoulder with a smirk. The way he stands with one leg partially bent and his cane in his other hand is elegant, almost too elegant for a selfie. The leg he normally has braced is naked, but there are visible marks of irritation where it normally digs into his skin.
Jayce pinches his phone screen to zoom into Viktor's bottom half. Steam is coming out of his ears.
Jayce [9:35 AM]: wow
He feels like an idiot, but his brain is mostly in his dick right now.
Viktor [9:36 AM]: still feel like being good?
"Jayce?" A high pitched, familiar voice chimes from his laptop. He hastily unmutes and tucks his phone away as if he's been caught, though no one can see him.
"Yeah, sorry. I have to send some parts blueprints to our new manufacturing partners, and then I have an investor's meeting next week." He replies to Cecil, who nods in satisfaction.
Jayce [9:38 AM]: fuck no
"Jayce," Viktor's voice comes from the laptop this time. "I know you are working remotely today, but would you mind meeting me for lunch? I have some designs I'd rather go over in person with you before I take the rest of the afternoon off."
His heart leaps into his throat.
"Yeah, sure V. We'll figure something out."
Jayce's brain is full of cotton for the remainder of the meeting. It's fine, because nothing important is discussed other than their plans for next week. What's actually important right now is what Viktor just said.
The meeting ends with no fanfare.
Viktor [9:52 AM]: your place or mine?
Fuck.
Viktor does actually have some work to finish before he comes over, but Jayce just leaves his laptop open while he speedruns his chores. He's in the middle of making his bed (something he almost never does) when he hears his phone buzz from where it's charging on his desk. And it buzzes again. He crosses the room in a few strides and sees that it's Caitlyn calling him.
"Jayce Talis!" Her voice is shrill, like he's being scolded, which he supposes he is.
"Cait, I can explain."
"Then start explaining!"
And he does. He starts by reading the text back to her all the way up to his meeting his morning, and by the time he gets there she is laughing so hard she's crying.
"So what, you guys are fine?" She catches her breath and Jayce can imagine her wiping her eyes with the backs of her hands.
"Well... I'm cleaning my apartment right now if that tells you anything."
There's silence on the other end.
"You promised, Jayce."
"Cait-"
"You promised you'd go slow! I don't want you to mess things up with Viktor, I know you really care about hi-"
"Oh no! I'm shhhhh going through a tunnel shhh . Talk to you later, Sprout!"
"Jayce-" She's yelling again, but he doesn't hear the rest as he hangs up. It'll be fine. He'll talk to Viktor before anything crazy happens. He's going to be here soon anyway, and it would be rude to tell him to go home now.
He realizes as he's putting his laundry in the washer that the only "clean" clothes he has are the ones he's wearing. A faded green t-shirt and a loose pair of grey sweatpants. Not even underwear. Viktor will be here in under an hour, and he's not about to pull something out of his dirty pile. Too late to worry about that now.
Viktor [12:12 PM]: i'm in the elevator
Jayce is pacing his apartment barefoot. Viktor would be here soon, in his stupid sexy turtleneck with sandwiches from their usual deli. He'd tried to eat breakfast but was too nervous, only able to stomach a handful of dry Cheerios straight from the box washed down with his lukewarm coffee.
Knock knock .
He takes a deep breath before opening the door. Standing in his apartment's hallway, wearing the same black turtleneck but tucked into his nice grey slacks and simple black shoes, is Viktor. A vision. And Jayce is standing there in his sleep clothes. And Viktor's piercing, golden eyes start devouring him from top to bottom.
"Uh, hey," Jayce says and steps aside to let Viktor in. His shoes and cane clack against the laminate flooring as he walks in his typical, purposeful way to Jayce's coffee table. He sets down the paper bag from the deli and walks back to where Jayce is still standing with the door open. "Listen, I wanted to talk-"
Before he can continue, Viktor shuts the door with the end of his cane and uses his free hand to fist the collar of Jayce's shirt and pull him in for a kiss. Jayce inhales sharply, but he immediately melts into it, hands falling to Viktor's waist to press him closer. They'd embraced before parting after their date, but Viktor's body felt even hotter against him this time.
Viktor pulls back, still holding Jayce's shirt, and looks up at him. His face is flushed, and he bites his lip before he speaks.
"What did you want to talk about, Jayce?" He whispers. Viktor's eyes dart back down to his mouth.
Jayce forgets.
"It can wait," he barely finishes his sentence when he's diving back down into Viktor's mouth, pressing and grinding their hips together as he thumbs at the sharp hip bones poking under his partner's slacks. His fingers drift beneath the hem of Viktor's shirt and start to travel up to his back, where metal rivets stick out where he's had corrective surgery, a raised scar between each of them in a line. Viktor shivers into the touch. "You're so beautiful, V."
"Jayce," Viktor whispers breathlessly. His slender fingers play in Jayce's soft, cropped hair, and he hums curiously.
"Everything okay?" Jayce pauses, breathing hot into Viktor's mouth. Viktor nods.
"When I imagined this, I always thought about how your styling product might feel in my fingers," he tilts his head back and pushes his glasses up into his hair. "Whether you used pomade or some kind of gel..." he trails off as his hands continue to absentmindedly pet Jayce.
"Imagine this a lot?" Jayce presses his nose into Viktor's and hears him inhale sharply. When he pulls back, Viktor's face flushes. Instead of answering, he just kisses Jayce's smirking lips.
One of Viktor's hands slides down Jayce's body, quickly and boldly passing Jayce's waistband and palming at the base of his hardening cock.
"Jesus, V," he hisses. He notices Viktor freeze up but Jayce shakes his head. "No, keep going."
Jayce realizes he's against the apartment door as he tilts his head back. He leans against it, mouth falling open as Viktor's hand starts working at his dick. It's soft, and Jayce flinches a bit at its coldness, but is soon lost in the slow but purposeful strokes Viktor is offering him. He squeezes as he strokes up from the base and circles his thumb around the head when he reaches the top. All the while he's digging into Jayce's mouth with his tongue. Viktor nips at Jayce's bottom lip and drags a low groan from him.
"Wet for me already, eh?" Viktor rasps into Jayce's mouth. And Jayce whimpers. He doesn't even have the presence of mind to be embarrassed about it because Viktor is spreading precome down his length and picking up the pace of his hand. Viktor's fingers hook into the waistband of his sweats and tug his pants down just barely. His cock springs free, brushing a bit of its slick onto Viktor's slacks. "My, my."
Pride swells into Jayce's chest. Viktor drops to his knees.
"We can go to my room if y- hahhh shit ." Viktor's lips wrap around him and he can't finish his sentence or form another thought. He's slowly working his mouth onto Jayce's length and stroking what he can't reach as his tongue swirls around him. "Fuck, V, you're incredible. Feels so fucking good."
Viktor hums affirmatively and Jayce feels it. His legs are trembling, and with a final push he can feel his tip touching Viktor's throat. He looks up at Jayce, eyes watering, lips plump and red, his amber irises almost swallowed by his pupils. His nose is nestled into the curly, dark hairs at the base of his cock. Jayce feels his throat spasm, and Viktor pulls off with a gag and a cough.
"You don't have to take the whole thing," Jayce pants. "It already feels good." Viktor nods up at him and returns to his task with renewed vigor. He can't quite take the final quarter of Jayce's cock, but the way he's drooling and licking around him more than makes up for it. He uses the mix of his own spit and Jayce's precome to stroke what he can't reach. Jayce wishes for a moment he could record this because the sounds Viktor is making around him are borderline pornographic: the moans, the sucking, the squelching. Jayce is so, so close.
A new sound breaks through: Viktor's phone. It's got the default ringtone, and Viktor pulls off Jayce to look down at it, still stroking his entire length with his free hand. It's their fucking boss. Cecil would find a way to cockblock Jayce. Prick.
"Fuuuuuck," Jayce mutters. "Don't ans-"
"Viktor speaking." He watches in horror as his partner holds the phone to his soaked, messy face. And he's still stroking Jayce. It's audibly wet, and Jayce is both terrified and absurdly aroused. "Yes, probably until two o'clock."
There's unintelligible but pitchy words coming from the phone. Jayce is biting into his fist to keep himself quiet. His body is betraying him by fucking into Viktor's grip.
"Jayce? Yes, he's not here yet but he's coming," Viktor grins maniacally up at his partner and licks his swollen, slick lips before continuing. "We decided to meet closer to his place. He's got quite a lot planned for the weekend."
"Fuck you," Jayce mouths down at Viktor. Then he's attempting to shove his entire fist in his mouth to muffle the near scream that accompanies his orgasm. Viktor turns to receive it on his face, and Jayce's release spurts onto his lips, nose, and forehead. A pearly droplet lands on the rectangular glasses Viktor has perched atop his head.
"You too, sir," Viktor says casually, like the come on his lip doesn't touch his tongue as he says it. "Goodbye."
He ends the call and slides his phone back into his pocket.
"You're insane," Jayce pants. "And so fucking hot."
Somehow that's what deepens Viktor's blush. Jayce pulls at the back of his shirt to remove it and gently wipes away his mess. Viktor winces and sits fully on the floor, legs splayed out in front of him. Jayce sits beside him as he finishes cleaning him up as best he can with a ratty t-shirt. He balls up the cloth and throws it in the direction of his couch before cupping Viktor's face in a hand and kissing him.
He feels along his high cheekbones and strong jaw. Viktor's hands fall onto Jayce's torso, just running his fingers along his skin, occasionally squeezing at his muscles or fat. Jayce grins against his lips.
"You okay?" Jayce asks as he goes to stand and offer Viktor a hand.
"Kneeling was not my best idea," Viktor replies, wincing again as he takes Jayce's offer of help to stand. "Worth it, though."
Jayce chuckles and retrieves Viktor's cane from where it fell in his entryway. Viktor turns to assess the apartment.
"Where is your bedroom?"
"End of the hall. Are you sure you're alright, V?"
He pivots on his heel to face Jayce again. His expression is annoyed, and his grip on his cane has tightened.
"Jayce Talis if you don't fuck me now -"
Jayce doesn't let him finish before he's racing ahead of Viktor to his bedroom. He opens the door for him like he's the doorman at a fancy hotel and not a sweating, shirtless mess. Viktor bows as he passes him, looking deeply amused.
He sits at the edge of Jayce's bed and removes his glasses, grimacing at the drop of Jayce's release on them. He sets them on the comforter before kicking off his shoes and reaching for the hem of his shirt.
"Wait," Jayce blurts out. Viktor pauses. "Can I take your clothes off?"
Viktor smiles shyly at him and lowers his hands with a nod. Jayce walks around to the side of the bed. The way Viktor is sitting is almost chaste if his face didn't look so fucked out already. Jayce reaches for the hem with trembling hands and peels the shirt off of him. Time slows as he watches the reveal of pearlescent skin before Viktor's head pops out from the tight collar, his bun almost undone. The blush on his cheeks has spread down his neck and onto his chest, coloring him the softest pink. His nipples are small and soft. Jayce is paralyzed as he tries to decide where he wants to touch first.
"You're staring, Jayce," Viktor mumbles, picking at the skin around his nails.
"Of course I am," Jayce whispers, and finally decides to press his thumbs to his nipples first. Viktor gasps. "You're fucking gorgeous." He kisses Viktor softly. They both moan softly into each other's mouths.
He presses Viktor onto his back and continues to kiss him while working at his belt. Viktor squirms beneath him, and pushes his hips in Jayce's direction. They're both hard, and Jayce speeds up at the realization. As soon as Viktor's slacks are loose enough, Jayce pulls them off along with his socks and underwear. Jayce rolls onto his back and removes his sweatpants so fast that Viktor laughs.
"Sit on my face," Jayce demands. "Now."
"Jayce," Viktor protests as Jayce pulls him to sit on his chest. "My knees-"
"I didn't say kneel," Jayce lifts Viktor up by the waist and hears him gasp. "I said sit ."
He sets Viktor on his face and starts working his tongue against his hole. Viktor whimpers and folds over. There's less resistance than Jayce expects.
"Oh fuck, did you prep yourself this morning?"
Viktor whines.
"Y-yes, right after I read your text from last night. Fuck, Jayce, my knees-"
"Straighten your legs," Jayce commands. Viktor hesitates, but does as he's told. Jayce puts a hand on the bottom of Viktor's thighs and lifts him up. He's supporting all of Viktor's weight as he holds him against his face, and Viktor's cries of pleasure are nearly drowning out the slurping and sucking of Jayce's tongue in his hole. Viktor braces himself with one hand on the mattress and the other in Jayce's hair. He groans at the way Viktor's fingers tug at his scalp. He's never been more grateful for his workout routine.
"Jayce, shit, Jayce, " Viktor whispers urgently, almost hissing. "I need to come with you inside ."
Jayce's hands move to grab Viktor's waist and he practically throws him on his back between his legs. Viktor exhales loudly.
"Do you toss everyone around like this?" Viktor asks breathlessly.
Jayce stretches back to retrieve lube from his nightstand.
"Do you not like it?" Jayce frowns.
"Jayce," Viktor looks at him seriously. "Do not stop. I love it ."
Jayce grins proudly as he pops the lid and warms the lube in his hands.
"But do stop taking your time," Viktor arches his hips up, his cock leaning between his hip and abdomen, showing off for Jayce. "That is why I did all this beforehand ." His annoyed tone has returned, but Jayce just smiles wickedly back at him.
"Maybe," he purrs. "I want to finger you myself." Jayce presses his forefinger in slowly, stirring Viktor's insides as he writhes beneath him. "You look so pretty like this, V."
Viktor throws an arm over his eyes and gasps.
"I know, I have pretty big fingers," Jayce coos, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "Feels good, doesn't it? Feeling full like this?"
Viktor mutters something.
"What was that, sweetheart? Didn't quite hear you."
" More ," Viktor growls, lifting his arm just enough to glare at Jayce. Jayce raises his eyebrows, then obliges, feeling Viktor tighten around him.
"Mmm you sure you can take me, V? You're so tight," Jayce teases as he spreads and curls his fingers inside him.
"Yes, Jayce ," Viktor hisses. "You are a horrible tease."
"Awww," Jayce pulls out his fingers and Viktor whimpers at the loss. "I hope two fingers was enough for you, then."
He lubes up his cock and lines up with Viktor's entrance. As he's pressing against his hole, Viktor reaches down to push him in with an additional press of his heel into Jayce's ass.
"Fuck, V, you're insane," Jayce groans, feeling Viktor's heat pulse around him as he continues to press in.
"So you've said," Viktor retorts. "Now show me what you were holding back last night."
His eyes are a wild, brilliant gold, and his bun must have fallen out at some point because his hair is pooled beneath his head like a halo. He's ethereal, and Jayce is frozen.
"Jayce?" He tilts his head, his expression now laced with concern. "Are you okay?"
He shakes his head clear.
"Yes, Viktor," he leans down to kiss him. "So much better than okay."
Viktor smiles and kisses him again, wrapping his arms around his neck. Jayce snakes a hand between them and holds Viktor's cock in his hand as he slowly pulls out and presses back in, stroking Viktor at the same pace. He gasps into Jayce's ear.
"You're perfect," Jayce mumbles into Viktor's neck. "So perfect. Taking me so well."
He feels Viktor's head nodding beside him.
"Jayce you're so big, fuck," his breath hitches as Jayce presses slightly deeper. "Splitting me in half on your cock. I knew you were big, I fucking knew it."
It's impossible for Jayce to hold back a prideful grin and he pulls out further than before to spear Viktor onto him. Viktor sobs out a moan in response. His precome is dripping all over Jayce's fingers.
Jayce sits up on his heels, wraps his hands around Viktor's waist, and starts pulling him on and off his cock. He goes easily, so light and perfectly pliant. A tiny, peeking bulge presses out of his abdomen.
"I can feel you here," Viktor rasps and runs a hand along the spot where Jayce's cock is visibly fucking into him. The outside pressure makes Jayce whimper. His thrusts are becoming erratic, and the hot pool of arousal at the base of his cock is about to boil over. "Come for me, Jayce. Fill me up."
Jayce comes so hard he sees stars, but he keeps fucking into Viktor as he moves a hand back down to his cock, stroking fast, eager to watch him come.
And he does. His back arches and he says something in a language Jayce doesn't understand and barely hears anyway. Sticky, white ropes shoot up his chest. Viktor continues mewling and grinding lazily as his cock drools the last of his release over Jayce's thick fingers.
Jayce slowly pulls out and collapses at Viktor's side. He presses a sweaty hand to his sweatier forehead. His chest is heaving, and he feels high. When he opens his eyes, Viktor is smiling sweetly at him.
Time passes in near silence, the only sound being their breath.
Then, Jayce remembers what he was going to talk to Viktor about, and he laughs.
"What is so funny?" Viktor asks sleepily.
"I was supposed to talk to you about taking things slow when you got here," he admits. "I promised Cait I would."
"Cait knows I'm here?"
Jayce grimaces.
"Maybe."
Viktor chuckles and shakes his head.
"Get me a towel and then we'll talk."
"Yes, sir!" Jayce hauls himself out of bed and skips to the bathroom. When he returns with a dry towel and a warm, wet one, Viktor has arranged himself to sit against the headboard, propped up by pillows.
"So... 'taking things slow' hm?" Viktor asks as Jayce starts cleaning him. "How do you feel about that?"
Jayce sighs, and Viktor's face falls.
"Can I be honest?" Jayce mumbles.
"I would expect nothing less, Jayce."
He takes a deep breath.
"Fuck taking things slow. I love you."
Viktor's eyebrows raise, then he smiles.
"You are also insane. Birds of a feather." He points between the two of them and chuckles. "I love you, too."
What Caitlyn doesn't know won't hurt her.