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The first time it happens, Viktor wakes up on his chair with a stiff neck, and an even stiffer leg.
One of the papers from the leg brace prototypes he was going through is now stuck to his cheek as he lifts his head from the desk, cringing, when he notices a blanket draped over his shoulders.
He instinctively wraps it tighter around him, the soft material sheltering the cold air as he looks around the dimly lit laboratory. He reaches out to the cup of coffee that he seemingly made hours ago, judging by the unpleasant coldness of the drink. He wrinkles his nose and places down the mug just as he spots Jayce on the couch, fast asleep as he lets out a soft snore through his parted lips, which Viktor is suprised to find incredibly endearing.
He thinks everything the other man does might be endearing, actually. It’s kind of impressive.
Making his way to the sofa as quietly as he can, he shrugs the blanket off of himself to gently cover Jayce’s body, who exhales a content sound. The low spark of yearning that he has carefully learned to ignore threatens to grow. Just this once, he lets it warm him as he stares down at the other man’s face, before drawing his eyes away and heading back to the desk, where the stack of scribbled notes he left unfinished last night is waiting for him.
By the time Jayce wakes up, he doesn’t mention the blanket, but carefully asks Viktor if he slept well. When Viktor shrugs while lightly answering, “yes, I did” he actually beams.
Barely a month later, Viktor can’t seem to remember the last time he slept. It must have been longer than he thought, as he drifts in and out of consciousness, low phantom voices and images flashing through his mind as he slips into sleep. Then, he is abruptly pulled back into reality when he feels his head being gently lifted. He almost opens his eyes to confront the absolutely unnecessary manhandling when his head is laid back into a cushion.
“You’re gonna kill yourself by only sleeping like this.” Jayce’s soft, low voice is something precious that he wishes to keep forever, something he can’t disturb. So he keeps his eyes closed. Thick, calloused fingers graze over his temple to brush a stray lock of hair out of his face. And it’s so tender, so intimate it almost makes him want to cry.
Look, Viktor is familiar with Jayce’s touch, the man couldn’t keep a personal space bubble if his life depended on it. He has grown to lean into his touch whenever he wraps an arm around his shoulders to show support, or standing as close to him as possible so their arms are brushing as they study the equations written on the blackboard. Why he does that, he doesn’t know yet. If it’s to think better, it certainly has the opposite effect on Viktor.
And yet.
Jayce has never touched him like this. It’s hovering through an invisible line, and something dangerously close to hope flares up in his chest, along with something he was much, much better at handling. Curiosity.
So for the sake of science, maybe he does let himself rest his head against the table slightly more often in the following weeks.
As he finds out, Jayce has developed a habit of whispering things to him, as he covers his body with the blanket and places his head on a cushion. What little filter Jayce has in daily life is discarded in those instances, apparently saying whatever is going inside his head.
The next time it happens, Jayce caresses Viktor’s head and mutters how the man has been doing a wonderful job in the lab, and he’s so glad they are in this together. Viktor has to restrain himself so he doesn’t smile, though he suspects his cheeks got tinted with a little more color. It pushes against the limits of their relationship, and the small suspicion that Jayce might want something more, that he too might want to change what being partners can mean to each other, is starting to grow, just a little bit.
The deadline for submitting the Hexgate’s blueprints is now a couple months away, distant enough that they haven’t started pulling the several all-nighters, but Jayce still sounds frustrated as his hand drops lightly against Viktor’s shoulder. “I bet you would know how to make the generators work more efficiently than this,” he says, and it almost makes Viktor spring out of his seat to see. Almost. When he then opens his eyes about ten minutes later and asks his partner about what he’s working on, relief slightly undoes Jayce’s frown as he carefully explains the problem to him.
Apparently, this has seemed to give Jayce the impression that either he was sneaky, or that Viktor’s survival instincts were just absolutely horrendous, sleeping through his head being fucking maneuvered every single time. Jayce has seemed to forget how easily Viktor often wakes up, and how rare it is that he is now passing out at his desk on almost a weekly basis.
Viktor is having the time of his life with this.
It’s well past midnight when he feels the warmth of the blanket covering him. As it always follows, Jayce gently lifts his head to slip the cushion, a gesture that he has started to find comfort in. His hand travels through his hair, and, this time, Jayce is quiet. The warm tips of his fingers brush past the shorter hair on Viktor’s nape, and he caresses the side of his neck. He forgets how to breathe as goosebumps rise in the route Jayce’s hand has followed. He is barely recovering from this when he feels soft, warm lips graze his cheekbone, a feather light kiss that is gone as soon as it started.
“I love you.”
Viktor’s world freezes to a halt.
It’s not the words, not really. It’s the way the whisper was barely audible, tinted with a quiet, almost sad longing.
That’s what makes him think that this might be it.
That this was the proof he needed to know that this kind, intelligent, and oh so very stupid wonder of a man felt the same way he did.
So Viktor opens his eyes and mutters back to Jayce’s figure, who has already turned to face the opposite way.
“You’re lucky I’m not a light sleeper, Jayce.”
The man whips around like an ice bucket has been dumped on his head, eyes wide as saucers as his entire face flushes. He looks mortified.
“Viktor I- holy shit, I’m so sorry, I- I don’t know what came over me, sorry-“ he frantically shakes his hands as he takes a few steps back, debating whether to run for the nearest exit.
He’s losing him. Viktor blindly reaches for his cane and rises up from his chair.
“Wait, please.”
Jayce stops dead in his tracks, still looking at him. Their eyes are on each other, never breaking contact as if they were attracted by pure magnetism. The same way they always have.
“Please don’t go.”
Viktor steps closer until he’s face to face with Jayce, his back standing up as straight as it can.
He slowly rises up his free hand, and cups his partner’s cheek. The other’s shoulders relax, and he melts into Viktor’s palm, softened hazel eyes now looking at him with an unsaid question.
He knows they should discuss this, just to be sure. But seeing him now feels like discovering a new constellation in the familiar sky, the silence between thick with something quite close to complicity, and it’s something he doesn’t want to break.
Viktor feels brave, the bravest he's felt in a long time, as he closes the space between them. He gives Jayce plenty of time to back off. He doesn’t.
So Viktor kisses him, short and sweet and tender, dry lips brushing against his own. He pulls away for a second to check on Jayce, and the man’s eyes are shiny with wonder. They meet each other in the middle, and it feels wonderful.
Finding a rhythm is easy, as he gently bites Jayce’s lower lip before licking it, asking for permission to enter.
He feels surrounded by Jayce completely, the taste of coffee that accompanies his eager mouth, the quickening breaths that he can feel on his cheek, and the smell of sweet, clearly expensive cologne mixed with a slight musk and sweat, the smell of Jayce.
Later, he decides, they can talk later.
Their kisses deepen, and he feels strong arms wrap around his waist passionately, hands roaming over his back, stroking, rubbing circles into his sore lumbar.
“Would you-“ Jayce gasps between kisses; “-like to take this to the sofa?” Adrenaline spikes up through Viktor’s body.
“Lead the way, Man of Progress.” They can barely keep their hands off each other as they make their way to the sofa, Viktor laying on his back as Jayce settles above him, the faint light framing his body and making him look almost holy. Jayce kisses the mole on top of his lip, then his cheek, lips trailing towards his neck. Viktor lets his head drop to the side, wet kisses turning into bites as he starts sucking the pale sensitive skin, and Viktor fully loses his composure as he moans the other’s name.
Desperate to find something he can hold on to, he pulls on Jayce’s hair, and the man straight up whimpers, a stuttered noise against his neck as he sucks the soft spot right below his ear. So of course Viktor has to pull again, eliciting the same, wonderful sound once more. From this point, Jayce can’t keep his mouth shut and Viktor is completely entranced by the sounds leaving those lips.
He wants to categorize all the moans this man could utter. He wants to know the kind he would make bending Viktor over. He can feel Jayce’s hardness grinding against his belly, and fuck, it feels thick. Maybe he would dig his fingers into Viktor’s hips, restraining his thrusts as they adjust. He imagines the sound of pleasure and relief that would escape his mouth once Viktor ordered him to move. He wonders if they would be too different from the ones he’d make if Viktor was the one prying him open, bringing him to the edge only on his fingers before pushing inside him. He wonders if Jayce would be into that, and prays to whatever godly being up in the sky that he does.
Viktor is brought back to the present when he hears Jayce say actual, articulated words to him.
“Can I?” His hands are fiddling against the buttons on his vest, and his eyes are looking deep into his own, pupils dilated enough that only a ring of hazel is visible. Now he looks like an angel, with his hair so messy and lips darkened from kissing.
He vehemently nods. And just like that, those full lips are on his own again, tongue filling Viktor’s mouth, feeling the vibrations that Jayce’s low moans of pleasure elicit, as he now starts working on undoing his shirt. The slightly colder air hits his chest as it's exposed, Jayces fingers trailing the lukewarm metal of the pieces of his back brace.
“Should- do you keep the brace on for this kind of stuff?” That earns a slight chuckle from Viktor.
“No. Not unless you make me stand up for it.” Viktor takes off the brace as quickly as he can, Jayce removing his own shirt. Once the piece of clothing lands behind the couch, Jayce looks down again and finds Viktor’s naked torso. His hands slowly start caressing his chest, fingers brushing against his nipples making Viktor’s breathing hitch, perfectly audible in the quietness of the laboratory. His hands are slowly caressing past his navel in silent exploration, and settle on gripping his hips, hands at each side of the obvious tent in Viktor’s pants. Jayce’s eyes seem to eat him alive as they run over his belly and chest, before digging into his own. “You are so beautiful.”
It’s a broken whisper. An adoration of sorts.
Viktor has never felt as powerful, yet powerless at the same time. As if the blood in his veins is burning him from the inside out.
It’s like a dam breaks, and Viktor bucks up his hips as he claws at Jayce’s chest with a desperation that borders on feral, control slipping through his fingers completely as calloused hands pull both his pants and underwear down. He groans from relief as his aching cock is freed, so hard it almost hurts. That’s when he feels jayce’s hips drop down into his own, and fuck he’s pulled down his pants as well, he can feel the other man’s member against his own. Viktor grinds against it and is delightfully rewarded when Jayce’s eyes roll back into his skull in bliss. They have barely even started, and Jayce already looks completely gone, with a bead of sweat rolling past his cheekbones, flushed behind the tan skin. Viktor knows he must not be looking much better himself, and he loves it, he loves grinding against this mess of a man while sounds of pleasure echo in the room. Viktor distantly recognizes some as his own.
He rises up against Jayce, who unquestionably follows his lead with hooded eyes until they are in a sitting position, Jayce straddling Viktor’s thighs and leaning ever so slightly against his good leg. He wants more, wants to feel the full weight of Jayce’s cock, to carefully inspect every vein and every ridge, so he does, taking them both in his hand.
The reaction is explosive. Viktor’s eyes close on their own as the feeling of stroking them both, together, sends sparks flying across his body and makes his dick twitch. His hand is barely large enough to grab them decently. “God, Jayce, you are big,” he gasps, and squeezes tighter.
Now it’s Jayce’s cock that twitches, and gets impossibly harder between them, a blush travelling from his face to his broad chest. “The biggest you’ve had?” Jayce pants, apparently high enough on the pleasure and praise to be almost childishly competitive. He might actually be, considering that the list of Viktor’s lovers isn’t too long, and doesn’t remember being that impacted by anyone’s size. Of course, he isn’t going to tell him that, he fears that the man's ego wouldn’t recover from it.
“Eh, it is quite considerable. I have yet to see how you… perform in other areas, though.” He feels the corners of his mouth twitch upwards in a challenge.
Jayce takes the bait like a champion.
“Oh, yeah?” His eyes roam over his body once more as he returns his smile, toothy and beautiful and perfect. “I can perform wonderfully, mind you.”
Viktor then pulls him closer from the back of his neck until his lips brush against Jayce’s ear, nipping and sucking slightly on his lobe, earning a shaky exhale from the other man.
“Then prove it.”
That’s all it takes for Jayce to start mouthing down his body, traveling the same path as his hands previously had. By the time he reaches the small cluster of moles on his ribs, Jayce drops down to his knees on the floor.
Viktor is now starting to question his sanity because this feels exactly like the filthy dreams he’s been having for years. Jayce is caressing his thighs as he kisses down the trail of dark brown hair that leads to what Viktor is praying will be his final destination. A warm hand wraps around the base and gently pulls back the skin, as his lips part and Jayce straight up licks from where his fingers end to the tip of his cock, his eyes filled with nothing but worship as he presses a kiss to the tip, and swallows him down. It feels absolutely delicious, the wet heat of his mouth involving him, the entire world reduced to the pleasure between his legs. Jayce starts moving his mouth and sucks, pressing his tongue against the underside of his dick.
It sets Viktor’s mouth free, and he starts rumbling praises of you’re being such a good boy and look at you, so spectacular between shaky breaths and curses in his native language.
Jayce’s moans are rising up in volume at the praise, taking him even deeper until Viktor can feel the back of his throat, squeezing around him with a small gag. Jayce doesn’t waste the moments he draws back for air, gasping back at Viktors words with, “yes, yes, I’m yours, its all for you“ and Viktor is seeing stars, feeling his peak approaching as Jayce picks up his speed, Viktor’s hands flying to his hair to tug on it, while he feels blunt nails digging into his hips. He’s gonna come, because of the wonders Jayce is doing to him, and, most importantly, for the fact that it's Jayce, with his full lips stretched out to take him in, cheeks hollowed out while he sucks and his eyes closed, thick black eyelashes wet with tears. Through his hazy thoughts, Viktor realizes he needs to warn him, his tone changing to one of urgency. “Jayce, I’m-“ He’s so close, pulling Jayce’s hair with more force to draw him out. His partner, instead, does the absolute opposite, taking Viktor impossibly deeper while he groans.
The orgasm hits him like a wave. He comes with a strangled cry, buried deep inside, and feels that menace of a man swallow around him. Viktor’s legs are shaking from overstimulation by the time Jayce pulls out with an obscene sound, and, for what could be seconds or minutes, Viktor closes his eyes and tríes to even out his shallow breaths.
When he opens them again, Jayce looks like a fucking painting. Still on his knees, legs spread, cock hard and dripping with precome between them as he looks at him with glassy eyes and hair sticking out in an absolute mess. Viktor is pretty sure this image will be ingrained in his brain forever. An overwhelming rush of affection floods over him, and he caresses Jayces cheek.
“Come here, baby” he mutters, ever so softly.
Jayce is back on the couch in no time, and Viktor can taste himself as they kiss, slowly laying back on the couch to the relief of his spine. But he wanted to return the favor, more than anything, and give the other man at the very least a fraction of the bliss he has felt. With his head propped against the armrest, Viktor guides Jayce upwards to place himself with either leg at the side of his neck, riding his shoulders.
Seeing him up close is incredible. His cock looks heavy, and leans ever so slightly to the right, the tan velvety skin of his shaft leaving room to a flushed head steadily dripping. Viktor wraps his hand around him, swiping his thumb over the tip as he starts slowly pumping. Jayce outright sobs from relief, bucking impatiently into his touch. He’s done so good.
Viktor raises his head forward to suck the tip into his mouth, tongue swirling around it. He glances up, and the man looks absolutely wrecked, his gaze never breaking away from his own as he grips the sofa like a lifeline.
Viktor gently brings his hips closer, slowly taking him into his mouth and adjusting to the fullness that starts to invade the back of his throat, feeling goosebumps rising over his body, and his own dick slightly swells at the sensation. He starts guiding Jayce in and out with a steady rythm, and soon enough his mouth is being fucked in the most possibly loving way, making him feel dizzy with pleasure and leaving both his hands free to grab Jayce’s ass. Jayce pushes back into the touch, and it sparks something white hot in Viktor’s guts. With one careful hand, he reaches between his legs to press against his perineum, earning a particularly loud whimper from above. His fingers travel further back, as his eyes never leave Jayce’s face as he searches for any sign of discomfort. What he's met with is an expression of desire and desperation. His index finger brushes against the entrance.
“Viktor, please” Jayce’s voice cracks, a small broken thing. He doesn’t need to be told twice. He momentarily draws his mouth back from the other’s cock, and coats two of his own fingers in spit before going back to start rubbing small circles to relax the tight ring of muscle. The noise that Jayce makes when he swiftly pushes one finger inside should be illegal. His thrusts lose all rhythm as he seems to fight whether to push back into his mouth, or his finger. A finger that curled around the bump that makes Jayce cry out in pleasure, and he gently adds a second.
This was, without a doubt, what his hands were made for. His fingers slender yet long, so he could easily slide into Jayce and rub into the spot that was making him crumble.
Jayce looked disastrous. Damp locks of hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead as shaky moans left his lips. He was the most beautiful being Viktor had ever laid eyes upon, with a heart bigger than anybody’s, always ready to give himself away.
He was desperately in love with Jayce. He’s loved him since what seemed like an eternity, loved him so much it hurt, and yet it felt like it couldn’t go any other way. As he keeps rubbing his fingers inside him, Viktor frees his mouth and strokes him with his unoccupied hand.
He needs to tell him.
“I am so, so in love with you, Jayce.” He gasps.
And it sends Jayce over the edge. There barely is time to take his cock back into his mouth, the first streaks painting his cheek white. He sucks him through his orgasm while slowly removing his fingers. After a few moments, Jayce unsteadily climbs off of his shoulders and squeezes himself to lay down beside Viktor, face to face.
Viktor brushes Jayce’s hair away from his forehead, as his partner wipes his come from Viktor’s cheek with his thumb. Once his face is clean, Viktor leans closer as he kisses the tip of his nose, and the scar above his eye.
“I love you.” he repeats, and he feels so giddy he can finally get to say it. Slim hands caress Jayce’s body ever so gently, and his partner melts into the touch, eyes closed, and a low hum coming deep from his chest. “I love you.” Jayce mumbles back, and then opens his eyes. “I am sorry for kissing you while you were asleep, though. Quite wrong of me to do that, y’know.” Viktor’s lips curl upwards, and huffs while shaking his head. “Thank you Jayce, I appreciate that. But, I have to say, if this is what comes out of it, I actually wouldn't mind if it happened again.”
Jayce smiles sheepishly, and kisses Viktor’s cheek. In all the softness and warmth, Viktor feels sleep slowly catching up to him, and his right leg is starting to ache more than usual from laying on his bad side. He shifts and curls back into the other man’s body, Jayce’s arms wrapping around his torso.
He doesn’t think he’s ever felt this happy.
