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“We can’t keep doing this, Viktor.”
Jayce had his head in his palms, his elbows set hard against the black slate top of their workbench. That adorable curl of dark hair at his crown had fallen forward. They had been arguing for hours. First on the use and balance of a suspension to support the spart and spark of the thing, then for another hour or so on the capacity of the containment field and/or if it was safe for interaction with the alkalines, and then they’d argued back to their usual core argument.
The argument on what to call the blasted not-so-little thing.
Jayce - true to form - continued advocating stringently for the name Hex or Tech. Pushing harder for hex while insisting either one would be perfect. “Hex is SO GOOD! It’s. Sharp. It’s sweet! It’s wildly recognizable and it’s unique.”
“No!”
“C’mon! It’s sexy. It's hot. It’s got flash.” He’d so passionately laid out.
”It’s gaudy.” Viktor parried.
”It’s Latin.”
“It’s German, darling.”
“How’d you know that?”
Viktor gave Jayce the look that these circular kinds of arguments always earned - eventually. The look where Viktor’s chin dropped to his chest, his glasses slipped soft down his nose, and his eyebrows hit his hairline. He blinked twice. Deliberately and slow. His long eyelashes sweeping as he held Jayce’s gaze. It was a look that screamed, ‘because I know everything’ but in silence.
“Okay, okay,” Jayce relented. “We have to call it something.”
“I have prepared a presentation” Viktor began. Loading the presentation onto the screen and gathering the remote. If Viktor was being truthful, he had prepared weeks ago and had been waiting for just the right moment to pull it out.
“Of course you did.” Jayce sighed and settled himself into his stool to listen.
Viktor began speaking. Laying out all the reasons to name their invention in a manner befitting the glorious revolution that it will bring. Acanus Superium Specialis Hexicum Arcana Technologicus.
Jayce burst in, “You wanna name our invention Ass Hat?!”
“No. I.” Viktor did a double take to reevaluate his Title slide. “Erm. It’s. Wyżej sra jak dupę ma. It’s… Never mind. Ignore that. May I continue with my presentation?”
“Not if you’re going to call it Ass Hat.” Jayce scoffed.
“I have other - better - options. I’ll skip a few slides.”
“Alright.”
Viktor does and continues with his presentation. That is… until slide 30 where Viktor begins to lean on his cane. A little more heavily than usual.
Jayce notices. Because Jayce always notices.
“You wanna take a break, Hun?”
“No. I want to finish this.” Viktor tried not to whine, but the ache crept into his voice. “There are only a few slides more.”
“How many?”
Viktor just grumbles.
“How many, Vik.” Not a question; a demand.
“Fifty-seven.”
“WHAT.” Jayce bleats.
“There are transitions.” Viktor protested.
“Janna’s breath. You can’t do this to me.”
“I can and I will.”
“Then you can’t do this to You.”
“I repeat my earlier assertion.”
“Then at least sit down.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Then sit here.”
“On your lap?”
“It is your favorite spot.”
And it’s that charming smile. That alluring grin,. The sparkle behind his gorgeously warm eyes that tugs at Viktor’s reluctance. “Fine.” He huffs to his feet. “But I will remind you that you’ve asked for this when you’re complaining about the bones of my ass digging into your thighs.”
“I wouldn’t dream of complaining about your bony ass.” Jayce promises. The corner of his lips pinching in the sweetest way.
Five minutes later, Jayce squirms in his seat as Viktor perches in his lap. Leaning back into broad chest, Viktor hums low over his shoulder, “I thought you said you wouldn’t complain.”
“I’m. Uh.” Jayce turned his head to cough into his hand. “I’m not complaining. I’m just. Hmmm. Hm.” He clears his throat as he always does when he’s excited. “Adjusting.”
“Adjusting for what, Darling? Am I boring you?”
“Quite the opposite.” Jayce almost chuckles under his breath and that’s when Viktor notices the press of Jayce against his backside. Not Jayce’s zipper, but a softer press through trousers made harder by Viktor’s shifting his hips as he turned to address his partner.
“Oh!” Viktor breathes his surprise before dropping his voice back into his chest and settling into a tease, “Is my presentation working for you?”
“I do have a thing for cleverness. You know that.” Jayce’s breath tickles the hair at the nape of Viktor’s neck.
“I do know that.” Viktor practically hums as he shifts ever so slightly to earn a swallowed groan from the man underneath him. “Tell you what. Be a good boy. Listen to my next five slides. Without commentary. And I’ll reward you.”
“Tell me how.” Jayce begs breathless.
“It will be a surprise.” Viktor remains adamant even as he shifts his hips in Jayce’s lap just enough to provide a tease.
“Ffffuck. You’re killing me, Vik.” His hands careful to grip at Viktor’s braces. Jayce knows how strong his hands are and is always so very careful not to bruise. One of the many things Viktor appreciates in his partner.
“Fine,” Viktor relents. “You may…” He sighs as he feels Jayce’s hips buck and grind gently. “Your hands. One. One hand. If you pay attention to my slides, you may work one hand into my trousers. And prepare me.”
“Where do you want me?”
“Cunt.” It’s a word thrown careless on breath. A beg as much as it is a demand.
Jayce’s right hand flies to the buttons on Viktor’s trousers.
“Ah. Ah.” Viktor cautions as a devious thought crosses his mind. “Non-dominant hand, Jayce.”
Jayce switches his grip and begins to fiddle as Viktor moves on to his next slide. It takes two slides for Jayce to pop the buttons on Viktor’s trousers. By slide three, Viktor is in the palm of his hand. Viktor struggles for focus at the lazy circles of Jayce’s fingertips as they swirl and stroke against his tdick.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so ready for me.” Jayce murmurs against Viktor’s neck and Viktor can feel the gentle wet press of Jayce’s tongue on his pulse. “Can I give you a finger?”
“Please,” Viktor begged as Jace pressed forward with one digit. Burying and stretching soft and wet. Curling just right as Viktor fought to maintain his composure and continue his argument for naming their technology.
Another slide gone and Jayce begs again. “Another finger?”
“Yes.”
They share a groan at the stretch as Jayce presses forward. “Open for me, Handsome.” He murmurs steam in Viktor’s ear as heat settles hard and hot in Viktor’s belly. Jayce continues his slow lazy curl of working Viktor open with his left while his right forearm crosses Viktor’s torso and his fingers grip at Viktor’s left shoulder.
Jayce continues to work and Viktor continues to talk. The words overheated and clear.
Viktor’s breath catches in his chest as he tries to pronounce “tessellations.” The word dissolves into another. “More.” Viktor hears himself say; unaware he was minutely tucking his hips into Jayce’s palm.
He’s rewarded with a groan in his ear and a third finger sliding home. “Oh fuck, you feel so good, Vik.”
Viktor can only respond with a huff and an open vowel sound. An “Oh,” breathed out that stands in for a “yes.”
For a moment the only sounds are the huffs of breath from Viktor and the slick sounds of Jayce’s fingers.
Viktor moves to the next slide using the remote, but cannot form the words. His eyebrows knit.
Jayce’s fingers slow their curl. Viktor feels Jayce’s smile bloom against his neck.
Jayce presses a kiss below Viktor’s ear. “You wanna continue with your presentation? Sir?”
And that, that lights a fire of determination behind Viktor’s eyes. He keys back into the slide he was presenting and continues laying out the case for yet another name for their discovery even as his cheeks burn and he recognizes the skim of sweat coat every inch of his body as slick pools between his thighs.
“You’re. Unf. You’re listening, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh.” Jayce affirms - more sound than word as his fingers continue to fill and fuck as his hips continue their slow lazy grind - shifting and bumping against Viktor’s ass as Jayce holds Viktor tight.
Through the haze of want in his brain, Viktor maintains his composure. His breath barely hitches as he finishes his overview and demands, “Summarize the last slide for me.”
Jayce’s fingers stop their lazy thrust. His voice falls deep in his chest. “Really, Vik?”
“Summarize. Now.”
“‘Our name should reflect the Alchemical nature of our work, therefore we should go back to the base roots of alchemy.’” Jayce quoted before adding, “I agree, Jabier Ibn Hayyan should be credited in some way, but we are not naming our technology after him. Chemistry is only a singular aspect of our creation,” Jayce pulled his fingers back before pressing forward. Deep. Hard. And full. Swirling ever so gently with his thumb to stroke the length of Viktor’s dick as he flirted, “Handsome.” He whispered against Viktor’s pulse. “We should consider other framings. Mathematics. Philosophy. Technological origins.”
Viktor bit back a moan. A hot shiver ran down his spine. “Oh, you are so good. Such a sweet talker. I think you deserve a reward.”
Jayce resumed his movements slow. Even. Deep. His voice rumbled in his chest and reverberated through Viktor’s ribs. “How many slides do we have left?
Viktor looked at the counter on the remote. “Thirty-six.” Speaking before he realized what Jayce was doing by picking up the maddening rhythm of those fingers. “Uuunf. Never mind. None. Call it whatever you want. I don’t care. I need you. Inside. Please.”
Jayce protested, shifting his grip to Viktor’s other shoulder and leaning them both back. “I can’t pull your pants down like this, Vik. We have to undo your braces/“
Viktor cut him off. “/Rip them. The trousers. Rip them. I don’t care. I need you. to feel you. Inside. Please.”
Viktor was desperate, but he heard Jayce’s breath pull and hold harsh and tight as he realized what Viktor was asking for.
“Do it.” Viktor demanded.
Viktor watched Jayce’s hands reach over his hips to grab either side of the fly piece of his trousers. Viktor watched in awe. An easy tug. One hard deliberate yank was all it took and the gusset of his trousers split from the seams. Hanging open in tatters. To reveal the heart print boxers Viktor wore on special occasions.
“My boxers.” Viktor demanded next.
Jayce hesitated. “But I got you these boxers.”
“You can get me another pair, Darling.”
“I don’t think I can rip them with my hands.”
Viktor’s impatience got the best of him. He reached over their workbench to snag the surgical shears. Snipping the waistband and starting a split in the fabric. “That should help.” He clipped simply as he tossed the shears back to the workbench.
“You’re a menace, Vik.” Jayce growled into his neck.
“And you’re a muppet, Darling,” Viktor purred. “Finish the job for me.”
Jayce did. Revealing slick smeared curls and thoroughly wetted want. Jayce dragged his fingertips up Viktor’s inner thighs. “So. Fucking handsome,” he murmured over Viktor’s shoulder.
“Enough foreplay, Man of Progress. Pro-gress” Viktor snipped simply.
And Jayce did. Lifting Viktor by the thighs to set him on the workbench. Viktor spun himself to dangle his legs off of the short end of the workbench as Jace rounded the corner struggling with his belt. Viktor watched Jayce fumble for a moment. His pants recklessly thrown open. They fall to his ankles and he steps quickly out of them. Fully exposed. He cups himself and strokes once with his dirty hand.
“Do your have a-” Jayce starts.
Viktor cuts him off again. Tapping a finger at the chest pocket of his own lab uniform. “Chest pocket.”
Jayce pats his own before pulling out a foil packet. “Did you sneak this in here?” His voice hopped higher in his register.
Viktor shrugged, “Didn’t want a repeat of last time we wanted to do this in the lab.”
Jayce defended - a teasing twinkle in his eye as he opens the packet, “I maintain a rubber glove and a zip tie would’ve been a perfect solution - if you would’ve let me test the theory.”
“And I’m telling you, those gloves barely contain your giant sausage link fingers without tearing. There is no way they could contain you, Darling.”
“And now we’ll never know,” Jayce quipped as he rolled the condom on and stepped close.
“There’s always next time.” Viktor grinned wide as the apprehension pricked at his palms. He shifted his hips to reach the edge of the bench and tilted just enough. Leaning back slightly as Jayce’s right forearm nestled against Viktor’s spine to support him as his left guided to settle himself at Viktor’s core.
“You’re ready?” Jayce asks gentle. Running the tip of his nose along Viktor’s as Viktor’s palms cup at Jace’s broad jaw.
Viktor nodded and answered with a kiss. Gentle. That opened to breath and groan as Jayce pressed forward. Slow.
“Gods,” Jayce breathed. “You’re so handsome taking me like this. F-F-Fuck. Vik.”
“Oh, keep going, darling. You feel oh-heavenly.” Viktor grit his teeth as his groan gave way to the feeling of stretch and press and full.
Jayce’s hips jogged forward just the once before stilling. He checked in, amber eyes soft and full of care. “You okay?”
“Yes, Jayce. I’m fine.” Viktor’s voice held the smallest edge of annoyance. “I’m not glass. I won’t shatter.”
“Good.” Jayce’s voice fell deep before hitching on breath as he pulled back before sliding forward once more with a slick sound. Pumping is a slow rhythm as he spoke. “I want you-I want you to shatter in my hands, Vik.”
“It’s yours. Take it. I’m yours.” Viktor worked out through gritted teeth before Jayce began working his hips in earnest. Palming Viktor’s right hip with his entire left paw - fingertips digging into thoraco-lumbar fascia that peeks through Viktor’s brace. Jayce drives and works to a rhythm that has them both sharing gasps and sounds between kisses.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Earning a rhythm accentuated by breath. A soft vowel rising with the climb. And every single press forward ratcheting that screw tighter in Viktor’s belly. His fingers digging into Jayce’s shoulders. Tugging at fabric before scrabbling at his neck to pull him into a blistering kiss - all the while the tuck and fuck and press of his hips driving a maddening rhythm into Viktor’s core - closer and closer to release.
The tingle begins in his toes and climbs up the sensory ladder. The burn on his cheeks. The pull in his chest. The tingle in his ears. It’s all too much. It’s not enough. Viktor hears himself beg. “I need your hands, Darling.”
Jayce’s right fits perfectly between them. His palm on Viktor’s belly as his thumb runs circles and curves before his thumb and forefinger work together to tug and tease. Jayce babbles as he works, “Ah, Vik, you’re so hard for me. Fuck. You feel so good in my hand. You gonna come for me, baby? I know you want to. Please. Please come for me, Vik. I need it. Please.”
And it’s that. The begging that is enough. Viktor’s spine curls forward as he sputters and spurts. His teeth latching onto Jayce’s shoulder - through a moan that doubles as Jayce’s name - as the aftershocks heave along through muscle and heartbeat, prolonging the release.
“Oh fuck. Vik, I’m-Vik!” Jayce grunts and stills and shudders and shakes. His eyebrows pinch up, his eyes go adorably crossed, and his mouth curls into that cute little ‘o’ shape he always makes when his own release catches him by surprise while that singular curl of hair falls out of place in his exertion as sweat continues to bead and fall along his brow. A few huffed breaths, and he too slumps into Viktor. Not enough to fall or to knock them out of place. But enough for a stilled cuddle.
Viktor luxuriates in the fullness and the warmth. For only a moment. Viktor knows Jayce will soon pull free, the condom will be tied off and neatly disposed of, and warm wet cloths will be gathered and utilized for them both in gentle movements before they trudge back to the cot - Viktor would hypothesize that Jayce will choose to carry first and ask questions later, but that part of Viktor’s brain is not currently functioning. All he knows is Safe. And Full. And Warm in this very moment. And that is all that matters.
Mostly what matters.
Viktor trails his fingertips along Jayce’s spine. Traveling up and ruffling his hair tangling and scraping nonsense shapes. Viktor blows out a breath before planting a kiss to Jayce’s temple.
"Hex or tech?" Viktor prompts.
"Hextech?" Jayce mumbles into Viktor's shoulder.
“Fine,” Viktor sighs - boneless and buzzed with bliss, “we can call it Hextech.”