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The thing is that Sky didn’t mean to see it.
Sky is not a nosy person; she doesn’t make eavesdropping a habit, is what she means, she minds her own business and sticks to what she knows—which is being the best assistant she can be and keeping her shit together while doing it. So, being the best assistant slash aspiring scientist (don’t call yourself aspiring, Viktor had told her once, you are a scientist; half the work in here wouldn’t get done if not for you) in Piltover, she had run back after work to grab some paperwork she had forgotten to take with her. She wanted to get the some formulas sorted out by next morning so that she and Viktor could move on to the next stage of experimenting.
She had, by all accounts, simply been doing her job. It’s not her fault that the men she works for are terrible and apparently have zero sense of boundaries or lab safety.
The fact is, the door is unlocked when she gets there, so she figures Viktor is probably working late again, as he’s been tending to do lately. She goes to open the door, and is halfway through when she notices that Viktor is in fact here, but he is also very much not alone.
Jayce is seated in his desk chair, both legs on the floor, still in his uniform. Viktor is in his lap, his legs curled around the back of the chair, his bad leg propped up on the ground to presumably keep any weight off of it. This is alarming. What’s more alarming is the fact that they’re—well, Jayce is sticking his tongue down Viktor’s throat, who has both hands in Jayce’s hair as he kisses him back. Sky has to cover her mouth with her free hand so she doesn’t gasp out loud.
Her heart pounds, and she can’t tell if it’s disappointment or heartbreak or vindication that she’s feeling in her chest. She suspected, kind of, that something had to be going on between the two of them, but she didn’t know it had gone beyond their weird tension and Jayce’s penchant for too much touching for it to be purely platonic.
Evidently, from the way Jayce sticks a hand up the back of Viktor’s shirt and Viktor arches into the touch, it has gone much further than that.
Sky doesn’t know what to feel, or what to do. Well, that’s not true—she should turn around and leave and go home because this is none of her business and the paperwork can wait until the morning anyways. She should leave, and forget this ever happened, and live in the blissful ignorance of thinking that her crush (god, she hates the way that word makes her sound, like an immature child) could possibly feel the same way about her.
For some reason, though, she can’t really seem to move.
Viktor makes a soft sound as Jayce slides his other hand down the back of his pants; he pulls back with a hand on Jayce’s chest.
“Jayce,” Viktor says, near-whisper, “We should not do this here.”
“Everyone’s gone for the night,” Jayce answers absently, pressing kisses to Viktor’s neck.
“What if someone—oh,” Viktor cuts himself off as Jayce does something with the hand that’s slipped down the back of his pants.
Sky flushes at the sound.
Jayce does that something with his hand again and swallows down the noise Viktor makes in return. Jayce kisses the way he does many things: impatiently, passionately, like he needs to do it now and be the best at it. Viktor, like he often does, helps him channel all that energy into something productive, digging his hands into Jayce’s hair and tilting his head where he wants him. Sky watches his thumbs trace circles on Jayce's cheeks, watches him lean into the enthusiastic touches.
Viktor also, as he often does, is the one to move things forward. Sky’s breath catches in her throat as she watches him climb carefully out of Jayce’s lap and slide to his knees in front of him, leaning most of his weight on his good leg. Jayce runs a hand lightly through his hair, color rising to his cheeks.
They are not going to do this here. She's fucking dreaming. She has to be.
“Are you sure?” He asks softly.
Viktor scoffs dismissively, “You’re not going to take more than three minutes,” he teases, “my knee can last that long.”
“Shut up,” Jayce laughs, “I can last at least four. It’s not my fault you’re so good at sucking dick, V.”
“Are you calling me a slut.”
“I’m calling you experienced.”
Viktor scoffs, but it’s drowned out by the sound of him pulling Jayce’s zipper down. Sky is not dreaming.
Sky should leave. She should leave right now.
Viktor’s nimble hands fish Jayce out of his pants; he licks his lips and opens his mouth. Sky does not leave.
Jayce wasn’t lying—Viktor is experienced. He grips the base of Jayce’s dick and swallows him down like it’s nothing. Like he’s done it dozens of times.
Sky has to take a moment to let her entire worldview readjust. All of her (embarrassing, late night, never telling anyone)… notions about Viktor being a private man who had just enough experience to make it good for her while still capable of being shocked by her confidence and daring as she climbed into his lap are crushed—it’s Viktor who is in Jayce’s lap, it’s Viktor she can picture too easily in hers, maybe while she sits in his own chair. Okay, she thinks. Okay.
She can’t see all of it from where she’s peeking through the door like a creep, but she watches her mentor, her crush, the man who inspires her, suck Jayce Talis’ dick in the middle of the lab they all work in every day.
It’s vaguely heartbreaking. It’s kinda hot. The idea, the fact of it, sends a tingle down her spine. She wonders if Viktor is good with his mouth in other ways—if being good at sucking dick translates to being good at—
No, she shushes herself, shaking the thought away. Jayce runs a hand through Viktor’s hair, coming to grip the thick hair on the back of his head; Victor moans softly around the cock in his mouth, and Sky is quickly distracted. Jayce holds him still for a moment, thrusting shallowly into his mouth, before he pulls him off completely.
Viktor makes an irritated sound. Jayce huffs a laugh.
“C’mon, I don’t wanna finish too soon.”
“Losing your stamina in your old age?” Viktor drawls; his voice is more gravely than usual, accent thick. Sky wants to bottle it up and save it for later.
Jayce tugs on Viktor’s hair in retribution, and Viktor gasps.
“C’mon up here, Viktor,” Jayce says, voice low. “Don’t wanna strain your leg.”
His hand slides from Viktor’s hair to his waist as he lifts him swiftly off of the ground and eases him up onto the desk. Before Viktor can get a word in to complain the same way he always does whenever Jayce tries to dote on him, Jayce leans forwards and brackets him in and kisses him hard.
They don’t even bother taking their pants off—which is the first smart move they’ve made all night, considering they’re in a public building with an unlocked door. Jayce shoves his already open pants down around his thighs and pulls Viktor’s belt off, unzips his pants and tugs them off impatiently. If Sky leans forwards to see the slacks hanging loosely off of one of his legs, that’s her business.
Jayce’s hand moves confidently between his partner’s legs, and Viktor bites back a small noise, head tipping back.
“Oh,” he breathes, so quiet Sky almost doesn’t hear it. There’s a loud squelching sound in the quiet air of the lab that has both Sky and Viktor flushing; Jayce groans.
“Fuck, V, you’re so wet for me,” he says, voice thick—and Sky can imagine it, how hot and wet Viktor must be between his legs, can practically imagine the way he would feel around her fingers, “You’re gorgeous, fuck, m’gonna fuck you so hard,”
Viktor snorts a laugh, somehow managing to sound aroused and derisive at the same time, “You sound like an academy boy trying to dirty talk for the first time.”
“Fuck off,” Jayce says, and does something with his hand that makes Viktor arch off the desk with a soft cry.
“Y-you say you will fuck me so hard,” Viktor mocks, accent sliding heavy over the vowels, “And yet I am still sitting here, not being fucked.”
Sky has never heard Viktor curse outside of moments of frustration in the lab or the occasional yell of celebration when something finally goes right—his voice is breathless and rough all at once and Sky thinks she might break her jaw the way it’s clenched to keep herself quiet. She knows she’ll never be able to unhear the way he sounds right now—and the way he sounds getting fucked, because a moment later Jayce has hiked Viktor’s good leg up around his waist and slid in slow and steady.
The sound that Viktor makes when Jayce apparently bottoms out—low and long and gasping—goes straight between her legs.
“Janna,” he moans, and pulls Jayce down into a kiss with a hand on the back of his neck. Jayce kisses him desperately, the same way he fucks into him, like he’s trying to get as deep inside of Viktor as he can. It’s the same way he works when he’s nearing a breakthrough. As usual, Viktor is the one to smooth him out.
“You’re so good, Jayce, taking such g-good care of me,” Sky is amazed that Viktor is able to keep his tone even slightly steady. And then, as Viktor does whenever he and Jayce are nearing the same breakthrough, he goads Jayce on. “Harder, love, fuck me harder—I will not break.”
Jayce makes a broken noise, and fucks him harder.
He presses Viktor’s wrist down against the desk, the other hand gripping at the thigh of Viktor’s bad leg with a gentleness that shouldn’t be possible with how hard he’s fucking forwards. He’s keeping it from jostling against the desk, Sky realizes. Even in the middle of everything, he’s making sure not to hurt Viktor. It’s surprisingly thoughtful.
Viktor, for his part, takes it beautifully.
Sky doesn’t know how the hell she’s ever gonna look him in the eye again, now that he she knows what he looks like getting fucked. She just knows that the image will be burned into her mind: his good leg hooked around Jayce’s waist, head thrown back, the back of his free hand pressed against his mouth like that will stop the quiet sounds that spill from his lips with every thrust. Her cheeks are so hot she thinks she might combust on the spot.
“Viktor, Viktor, Viktor,” Jayce is gasping out, almost embarrassingly loud in the quiet of the room, “You’re so pretty, fuck, look at you.”
Even from the limited view she has, Sky can agree. Viktor is flushed all the way down his neck, and possibly further than that. She wishes she could see the expression on his face up close, the way Jayce can right now. She wishes she were the one making him gasp out the quiet oh oh oh sounds that echo through the room. She wishes—stop, she tells herself sharply, and focuses on the way Viktor’s back arches up against the table, the way Jayce gets a hand underneath him to press him closer against him while still supporting his back, the way Viktor throws an arm around Jayce’s neck and holds on tight as he’s fucked into the desk.
“Jayce—oh, J-Jayce, fuck—“
“Yeah, yeah, say my name like that—“
Viktor barks half a laugh, but indulges him, “Jayce,” he moans, drawing it out in a way that’s bordering on pornographic; it's mocking, but still makes Jayce groan low in his throat either way. His thrusts pick up, faster and harder, enough that Sky is worried for Viktor’s back for a moment.
“You’re so—god, you’re so hot," he rambles, "you’re so pretty, s-so fucking tight, I wanna stay inside you forever and ever—“
“Th-That would be a little inconvenient for me,” Viktor interrupts, somehow still coherent. “How would I get any work done?”
“I’d be real nice about it,” Jayce says, alarmingly earnest, “I’d sit still and let you work all day.”
“I wouldn’t be able to focus,” Viktor counters, apparently going along with it, “When you’re inside me, I can’t think about anything else. You make me feel so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” Viktor hums in agreement, voice stuttering against Jayce’s thrusts, “So good, Jayce. Touch me, please.”
Jayce touches him. Reaches down between his legs, and Sky watches his wrist flex and Viktor practically mewls, voice breaking. The golden boy of Piltover knows his way around, Sky thinks absently, but the thought is fleeting as she watches her crush tip over the edge, thighs clenching around Jayce’s hips as he claps a hand over his mouth and moans shaky and long.
He slumps back against the wood of the desk, looking more relaxed than Sky has ever seen him. Jayce follows not soon after, thrusts growing erratic and jerky before he stills and groans into the skin of Viktor’s shoulder.
They lie there for a few moments, breathing heavily into the quiet of the room. Sky’s heart beats hard and fast in her chest.
Eventually, Viktor shoves at Jayce’s shoulder with a quiet “get off of me, you’re heavy.” Jayce huffs a tired laugh, but pushes himself up and off of the desk. After a few moments of fumbling, he helps Viktor slide his pants back up and sets him gingerly on the ground, laughing at the disgusted look on Viktor’s face.
“You can’t walk home with no pants on,” Jayce says, running a hand through Viktor’s messy hair. Viktor frowns, but leans into the touch.
Jayce’s face softens and he leans down to kiss Viktor on the forehead. It’s such a soft, personal gesture that Sky suddenly feels like she’s intruding—after everything she’s just seen, this is somehow the thing that finally makes her step back from the crack in the door, and shut it as quietly as she can.
She hurries back down the hallway, careful not to let her footsteps echo too loudly behind her. God, she thinks, mind racing along with her heart. She should have left as soon as she realized what they were doing. She resolves herself to go home and go to bed and just forget about the whole thing. Continue to live on in ignorant bliss.
So she goes home, and goes to bed, and tries to just forget the whole thing.
Somehow, this whole ordeal does not get rid of her crush. In fact, knowing exactly how he looks and sounds during sex kind of just makes it worse.