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Another year, another annual party at the university of Piltover. You’d been to quite a few of these, over the years. Always being acquainted with the Talis family, and later as the plus one of Jayce. Yet still, this one was different. Viktor was somewhere in this crowd.
‘Just Viktor’ Jayce had said. No last name. And as well versed in the history of the city as you were, seemingly no previous history either. Seemingly, he just appeared one day, at the university. But the way your boyfriend talked about him, anyone could’ve mistaken him with the owner of the entire city.
Jayce did have an fetishistic enthusiasm and respect regarding those he deemed intellectual superiors, but you didn’t buy this one. He was infatuated with another. You smirked lightly, from behind the shoulder of Jayce, scanning the crowd. Standing closely, intimately breathing onto his blazer.
Naturally, you knew what Viktor looked like. Seen pictures and such, even a little doodle in Jayce's notes, on one of those nights where he came home so exhausted, he threw everything in his arms on the counter, and slept on the couch. Viktor was handsome, that much was true. Slender hands, body. An anemic form and eyebags, which truly evoked the overworked scientist trope. There was also the accent, the one Jayce had gushed about. ‘It’s really nice, it’s like he begins talking and you don’t want him to stop.’ He’d said, blushing.
“Oh there” he suddenly perked up, spotting the usually introverted inventor, standing in the crowd. Jayce smiled, jagged and awkwardly half-waved him over. You had been suspecting that Viktor avoided you, you’d met all of Jay's friends, but him after all. Your arm curled up around Jayce’s bicep, lightly dragging your nails across the weave of the fabric. Looking, heavy lidded, at the approaching man.
Perhaps it seemed overly possessive. You knew very well that Jayce would never actually do anything about his crush, without your permission. Despite that you had to know.
You stood straighter, your formal attire tightening around you. Smiling showing teeth, you looked him up and down.
“Viktor” you offered your hand. “You’re the man I always hear so much about”
His eyes flickered to Jayce. You knew you were being mean. His grip was light, flittering, and he didn’t keep much eye contact. Your hand was firm however, and you said your name.
“Jayce talks a lot about you, as well.” He mumbled, scratching at his neck, retrieving his hand as soon as you let go. His fingers were cold, like Jay had said they’d be.
“What a coincidence” you stated flatly with a hungry look on your face. Clenching Jayce’s arm with your bejewelled hand. Jayce looked down at you, mouth open- then casting his eyes to his partner.
“I’ve- I have to get back” Viktor grumbled, looking at Jayce in a way he’d probably only understand, but he looked small. Angular face, in the evening light, and his eyes hidden somewhat under his powerful browbone. “S’ the… janitor” he started leaving before even finishing his sentence. Slowly hiding behind the crowd of academics, Jayce’s large hand twitched at his side, silently begging him to return.
Once out of earshot, Jayce’s mouth was still open, flushed. Eyes flickering, somewhat panicked, around your face. You sighed, comfortable, after the moment's tension. Laid your face on his shoulder, the pretend jealousy and possessiveness gone.
“Quit worrying so much.” you whisper.
You were nearly proud of Jayce, feeling like the owner of a dog seeing them get along with other dogs. Whatever was here, was mutual. As shared as their fear that you’d come and break something. Whether it was them, whatever they were, or Jayce and your relationship. That wasn’t quite the plan, of course.
It was first later in the week you even acknowledged the meeting. You were laying lazily in bed, which was an endangered tradition by now. These mornings, with his head in your nude neck and strong arms around you, never stayed innocent for long. Jayce began to nibble at your neck, lit by a yellow sun. His morning wood laying with heft by your hip, twitching as you hitched a breath. You tracked your fingers through his hair, pulling at him to look at you. It made you smile, his predictability, as he groaned, eyebrows scrunched. His hips buck, involuntarily.
“I see why you like him so much—Viktor— he’s quite alluring.”
You say, mentioning his name like Jayce doesn’t know exactly who you're talking about from the very beginning. He’s silent, fingers fiddling with your skin, self soothing.
“Jayce, tell me about it.” You whisper. Scratching his scalp how he likes it.
He puts his face back on your shoulder, hiding in the crook of your neck. The light unkept stubble catching on your skin. He doesn’t say anything for a long time.
“He’s just very smart” he says mumbled.
You scoff and he goes stiff, muscles tensing.
“Heimerdingers very smart”
Silence.
“But he’s not as handsome, huh?”
His arm twitches, otherwise he is dead still, if it weren’t for his pounding heart resounding on your skin, you’d fear he was sleeping.
“Doesn’t have that foreign rumbling voice” You drag out your words, breathy as you say them.
His chest rises and falls quickly, he heaves in a whiny breath at your side.
“Doesn’t have those long slender fingers”
You can feel his Adam’s apple bobbing on your skin. His erection jumping slightly, wet and warm at your side.
“Do you think about them, Jayce?”
“Please” he begs, out of breath “stop”. Sounding like he’s on the verge of tears.
“My love” you tut and caress the back of his head. “Do I sound mad?”
He nuzzles into your neck, still panting hard.
“Jayce, tell me about it”
“I’m sorry” he moans, shyly bucking against your hip. Holding you tighter and curling around you, his head still in the pillows. The broad back hiding your view to his hips.
“He would just-“ he groans, moving his right arm down to grip himself. You smack his hand away, jerking him off, over your body. Your thumb playing with the head, swiping over his slit, covered in pre-cum. “he’d just take care of us… s’ good”
“Us?” You arch a brow and continue working him as he stutters and tenses in his body.
He kisses and licks at your skin. “Yesss” he hisses, gritting his teeth. “I’ve told him” he gulps, and shakes to keep his body over yours. “Told him all about you.”
His hips stutter, and his abs begin tensing. He moans loudly into your skin, his mind split between that and trying to kiss your neck. Jayce suddenly whines pathetically.
“I want him to fuck me, while you sit on my face” his face is deeply flushed, a dark hue has warmed up his ears. Eyes rolling back, you grip his hair and pull. “Please, w-we could suck him off together” he elongates his words whining. you quicken your pace, jerking, twisting and squeezing. Wrist aching slightly at the angle. His babbling makes you clench around nothing.
“Mhmm m’ wanna watch you cum on his cock” his hips stutter so violently your body jolts to his rhythm. His hand snakes down, his middle finger slotting in between your puffy lips. His breath hitches.
“Don’t tempt me, Jayce” you warn, tugging on him faster, rolling your hips chasing his broad fingers. “‘Cus I’ll do it.” Slick sounds from you fill the room and your mouth falls open. He curls his fingers against your wet walls and your hand nearly stalls at the sensation.
“I’ll tell him how my boyfriends humping me like a dog at the thought of him.” You arch your back, moaning. Jay's eyes are hardly open, as sweat makes his thick hair stick to his forehead. “How badly Jayce Talis wants to be fucked by us” you see the familiar open mouth and begging brow, as he nears release. You pull the side of his head to your mouth and whine; “how badly he wants to see us fuck”
“Please- I” His hips unrelentingly hump into your fist as his warm sperm spurts onto stomach. His open mouth stuttering out loud groans.
His screwed up face quietly relaxing. His forehead lands on your chest, he pants, his sweat permeating your skin. You shush at him, playing with his hair. Careful not to smear his spend around he sits on his haunches, looking down at you, as you lay, still nude and flushed.
“You don’t know what you do to me” he mutters. His fingers fiddle with your hand sweetly. There was a contemplative silence between you, the same kind that was there after the night you realised the kind of things he was into. Not that you hadn’t liked it, you were just young and unsure about everything. Times had changed, you realised, as Jayce went to the bathroom, to get something to clean you with. You were very sure about this.
Dragging the warm cloth over your stomach he looked at you, with big eyes. “I’m sorry for not getting you off” he kisses your mound, falling to his knees.
You smiled with your teeth.