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Viktor wasn’t a stranger to seeing Jayce shirtless. 

It was a common enough occurrence: the man would leave for an amount of time, usually when he needed to be alone or needed to get something out of his system, and he would return to the lab, typically shirtless and covered with a thin layer of sweat and grime.

Viktor so clearly remembered the first time this happened, Jayce wasn’t exactly shirtless, but he had returned from the forge in a white tank with a big smear of something, probably oil, across his face. Viktor had stared, trying not to focus on the way Jayce’s shoulders moved, or the muscles rippling just under the thin layer of cotton. Jayce had caught him staring, and Viktor mumbled something about grease on his face. Jayce had made the situation worse by taking the hem of his top and pulling it up to wipe off his face, exposing the rows of abs for Viktor to see.

“Did I get it?” Jayce asked, letting go of the shirt. Viktor had choked on nothing in particular, trying to stammer out an answer. Jayce came over and placed a calming hand on his shoulder, worry obvious in his face.

It had been, all in all, a disaster.

And it hadn’t gotten better. As Jayce had gotten more comfortable, he wore fewer tops when he returned from the forge.

After being instated as a counselor, Jayce had been going to the forge more and more. It was like clockwork, Jayce would excuse himself from the lab early, saying that he had somewhere to be. Viktor had originally assumed that he had some gala and overpriced champagne to drink while he fraternized with politicians. The next day, when Jayce returned to the lab, Viktor would ask how the function was. Jayce would look at him blankly for a second and stammer through some half-baked excuse about not feeling well enough to go last night.

But Viktor caught on quickly. Jayce would excuse himself for “a function,” and return the next morning with a piece crafted from his forge and a clearer head. Blacksmithing was a way to calm his thoughts, he assumed, and being a counselor had made Jayce’s mind overcrowded with thoughts as of late.

The worst part was when Jayce stopped trying to hide the fact that he was spending more time in the forge. He began to return to the lab at any hour, newly invigorated and sans shirt. Viktor knew that poor, straight Jayce had no idea he was, as they say, a raging homosexual. Jayce would come back from the forge hot and sweaty, and Viktor’s cock would swell at the thought of those buff arms around his waist. He would think about Jayce’s hands holding onto Viktor’s waist as he rode him, teasing moans from Jayce’s mouth. He’d try to hide his boner in his pants, more often than not excusing himself to the bathroom to relieve himself. It became his sort of routine - a shameful routine - but a routine at that. Jayce comes back shirtless, Viktor “goes to the bathroom,” and returns with one fewer problem, but a whole slew of feelings.

On this particular day, they were crafting the casing for the Hexclaw. Jayce had insisted that not only should he do the fabrication in his very own forge, for money saving purposes, but that Viktor should come along, for supervision purposes. Viktor had only agreed because he could tell Jayce was on the brink of collapsing from anxiety. He clearly needed Viktor to watch, lest he fuck anything up, and Viktor couldn’t say anything to persuade him otherwise.

The forge was in some dark warehouse on the outskirts of Piltover, a long enough walk to make Viktor’s leg ache on the journey. Jayce had slowed, something that would have driven him crazy if anyone but Jayce had done it. That was just Jayce’s way of showing friendship, always caring for Viktor, but never in a way that made him feel less than.

Jayce opened the door, the white light from outside cutting a sliver through the dust in the air. He reached over, flicking a switch that apparently turned on lights. Even with the overhead bulbs ignited, the warehouse seemed to suck everything into darkness.

“Sorry, the lights don’t do much.” Jayce walked further into the building. “It gets a little better when the forge is lit.”

“It’s fine, Jayce.” Viktor soothed. His partner had seemed more on edge as of late.

He followed Jayce through the various workspaces. There were discarded clumps of metal, chewed up by the forge or Jayce’s hammer, scattered throughout the space. Viktor’s eyes stopped on one in particular, the casing for their Distinguished Innovators competition entry. Jayce had wanted to fix something on it and had accidentally destroyed it in the process, leaving behind a casing that was dented and burned beyond repair. He hadn’t realized Jayce had held onto it this whole time.

He glanced back at Jayce, who was setting a chair down at a nearby workstation.

“For you.” He smiled, bowing sarcastically.

Viktor rolled his eyes, but took the chair anyway. He rubbed at his knee, trying to loosen the knot of muscle that always caused him problems after a walk like that.

He glanced back up at Jayce, who had already ditched his shirt. They locked eyes, and Jayce smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I can’t smith this in that shirt, it’s too tight on my shoulders.”

Viktor wanted to say “Oh, it’s fine Jayce.” or shrug it off casually, but instead his brain settled helpfully on: “I’ve noticed.”

I’ve noticed? I’ve noticed????? What the fuck was that, Viktor? He screamed internally, missing the way that Jayce had chuckled lightly at his comment.

His eyes had flicked back towards Jayce, who was reaching up for a hanging chain. He caught it, holding the handles in his massive fists. Jayce yanked the chain down, the muscles in his shoulders bulging.

So, Viktor wasn’t a stranger to seeing Jayce shirtless. 

But he was a stranger to seeing Jayce shirtless and working his forge. Viktor wanted to touch those arms, feel them move under his fingers. He wanted to trace the lines that his muscles made on his back. He wanted to feel Jayce under his hands, know that he made Jayce feel the same way he did-

His cock began to take interest in the fantasy, swelling against his trousers. He glanced back towards Jayce, who was standing, watching the flames build. It was so effortlessly hot, Viktor sucked in a quick breath, doubling into a coughing fit. Jayce glanced back, taking a step towards him before he waved him off.

Good job, he’ll think you’re dying instead of just horny. He told himself. Shut up. The other part of him said.

He watched as Jayce began to work again, those pretty arms being used out in the open rather than covered by his House Talis jacket. It was such a shame that something so beautiful had to be hidden. Viktor knew, had always known, that Jayce had muscles like this, but that still didn’t change the fact that watching his lab partner work his forge was eye-opening.

He was still hard in his pants, which he supposed was inevitable in a situation like this. He wanted to do something, anything to give him friction and take the edge off, but he couldn’t do it with Jayce right there.

Jayce had broad shoulders, shoulders that strained against shirts, and yet they were broader here, out in the open. His arms pulled tight with effort as he pulled on the chain, causing the flames to leap and red light to lick his sides, highlighting the lines of him. He paused his pulling on the chain, watching the fire inside the forge. With his arms by his side and most of his muscles relaxed, he was still just as beautiful. His skin, tan and slightly shiny from sweat, was mostly free of any blemishes. Even the way he was able to stand, his back straight and shoulders pulled back commanded the attention of anyone in the room.

He turned towards Viktor. “I have two options that I’m leaning towards-”

Viktor shrugged. “I do not have an opinion.”

Jayce fixed him with that gaze, those stupid puppy dog eyes that made Viktor’s insides melt to mush. Something clicked in Viktor’s mind: Jayce needed help, even if Viktor thought it was outside of his skillset.

Jayce looked at the pieces of metal laid out on the table closest to him. He motioned Viktor forward, who moved like he was under a spell, yanked forward by some invisible string. He placed himself opposite Jayce, hoping the table between them would cool the fire in his stomach.

It did not.

Jayce began to talk, gesturing enthusiastically with his hands and talking about the intricate nature of forging something from materials like this. Probably. Viktor was having a hard time listening to anything other than the sounds of Jayce’s belt buckle clicking against the table as he moved. He found himself wishing he could crawl under the table, take the offending thing off, and swallow him down.

“Viktor?” Jayce asked, his hand reaching out to touch him. His hand was so large, so warm, covering Viktor’s in a smooth motion. “You okay? You seem distracted by something.”

Distracted by you.

“I am not sure where my-” He paused. “-expertise could help with this, I do not know how to work a forge.”

Jayce’s lips tightened. “I guess I’m uncertain about where to start, and I wanted a second opinion-”

“What are the options?”

Jayce looked at him like he had a third eye, then recovered his expression into something more neutral. “That’s what I was explaining to you when you were distracted…Viktor, are you okay?”

“Yes, sorry.” He waved him off, not wanting any more questions about what, or rather who, was distracting him. “I was distracted by the-” His eyes landed on Jayce’s pecs, unhelpfully. “-forge. I’ve never been in one before.”

Jayce gave him a look like he knew he was lying, but wasn’t going to challenge it. “I was saying that I could start with the casing from the bottom, or I could start-” Jayce continued talking, one of his broad hands coming to rest at the back of his head, rubbing at the back of his neck. Viktor couldn’t help himself, he found himself drawn to the motion as Jayce’s words faded into the background. He felt his dick straining against his pants, and he leaned against the table to hide it. Hopefully Jayce wouldn’t notice.

Jayce had stopped talking, looking at Viktor like he expected an answer. Viktor’s mind scrambled for the most recent thing he said, something about starting from the bottom?

“I feel it would be…easiest to start from the bottom and work upwards.” Viktor said slowly, hoping that was the answer Jayce was looking for. He hadn’t meant to ignore him again. If Jayce wanted him to pay attention, he should put on a shirt. He was basically torturing Viktor at this point.

Jayce nodded, glancing at the materials again. “That’s the method I was leaning towards, too.” He glanced at Viktor, smiling. “Thanks for being here, Viktor.”

Viktor smiled in return, watching Jayce return to the forge’s orange glow. He began to move, slowly, towards his chair, the closure of his pants rubbing against his erection, causing zings of pleasure to shoot through his body. It was taking every ounce of strength he had to not grind his hand against it, to give himself more.

Jayce turned, his gaze snapping back to Viktor’s. Viktor paused, his arms coming to rest at an angle he hoped would block his boner from Jayce’s view.

“Your chair is too close to the forge,” Jayce said, grabbing the chair and placing it a few feet back from where it stood, “-I don’t want you to get burned.”

“Thanks, Jayce.” Viktor smiled. The further away from Jayce he was, the better.

He lowered himself onto the chair, sitting with his legs far apart and placing his cane between them to block Jayce’s vision of the obvious bulge in his pants.

Jayce was back at the forge, pulling on massive leather gloves. Viktor imagined the leather brushing against his bare skin and squirmed at the thought. Jayce would be gentle, he was always so gentle with Viktor, but the coarse leather meant to protect his hands from burns would scratch at Viktor’s sides. And he liked it when partners were a little rough. Jayce would put on those gloves, gloves meant to handle hot metal, gloves meant to protect those precious hands, and hold Viktor against the worktable with them. Viktor would be malleable in those hands, walled against the table by Jayce’s thick arms as Jayce dove in for his lips. One of Jayce’s hands would sneak under his shirt, gently brushing Viktor’s skin though the glove would scrape against it. Viktor would arch towards Jayce, grinding his hard cock against Jayce’s thigh. His clothes would be off, no, they would be on in this situation, both of them too far gone to get undressed. Jayce’s other hand would hold onto Viktor’s hip, pulling him closer and rutting his dick against his leg. Viktor would-

Stop it. He scolded himself. Get it together.

Jayce was handling one of the large metal pieces, inserting it into the forge and closing the door. Viktor could imagine those hands bracketing his waist, manhandling him to exactly where Jayce wanted him. Jayce could control the tempo, moving Viktor up and down on his dick, using him exactly however Jayce wanted.

There was a sound of metal sliding shut on the forge, and Viktor glanced up to see Jayce walking over.

No, no, no, no. He’s going to see, he can’t possibly be walking all the way, oh, he’s walking all the way over here… I’m so fucked.  

Jayce smiled as Viktor met his eyes. “Thanks for coming, I feel a lot better working on our Hexclaw with you here.”

“Of course.” Viktor smiled back, trying to put forward an air of relaxation. “You’re very capable, Jayce, but I appreciate being here and seeing this side of the work.”

Jayce’s face grew red. Was he blushing? He scratched at the back of his neck hesitantly. “It’s nothing…or it’s not much.”

“It is very impressive to work a forge like this-” Viktor said, a bit more at ease. “-especially alone.”

“It’s the only place the councilors can’t find me.”

“A truly safe space then.”

Jayce leaned against the worktable, ease evident in his relaxed shoulders, his arms resting on the surface. “Before my dad died, he taught me how to work a forge.” He sighed, a little sadly. “I guess working here reminds me of him, puts me back in my body-” Jayce was gesturing with his hands as if he was trying to grasp more words to say, but consistently coming up empty.

“I like that.” Viktor said evenly. “That’s how I feel about our lab: it makes me feel complete, like I have a purpose.”

Jayce brightened at that, his body straightening like the thought of Viktor being happy pleased him. “You’re always welcome here, if you need…another space like that.” Jayce was scratching at the back of his neck again.

Viktor laughed a bit. “I’m afraid I’m not of much use here, I can’t do much forging, Jayce.” He gestured to the chair. “I’m just watching, en-” He stopped himself before he continued: enjoying the view . Gods, he needed to get better control over himself.

Jayce glanced back towards the forge. He must have sensed it had been long enough to heat the metal, so he hurried back over. He threw open the door, silhouetting himself in a beautiful red haze. The sweat glistening on his skin caught the light, making Jayce glow against the fire. Viktor felt himself growing harder still. Shit. Jayce had donned those big leather gloves again, grabbing a big pair of tongs and pulling the now-red metal out of the fire and onto his anvil. He grabbed a hammer, raised it over his head, and began to pound the metal into shape.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

All Viktor could do was watch. There was a rhythm to it: Jayce would raise the hammer above his head, his arm nearly stretching straight out, take a deep breath, and slam the hammer down onto the metal with all the force he could muster. Viktor wanted Jayce to fuck him like that: crowding him against a surface and fucking into him with all the strength he could muster.

Jayce had been facing away from him earlier, but now Viktor could see the expanse of the front of him, his pecs, his abs, his face.

Viktor had never been able to truly watch Jayce like this before. When he came into the lab shirtless, Viktor usually tried to ignore it for as long as he could. But Jayce had a beautiful figure, broad at the shoulders, and nipping in at the waist. Viktor wanted to trace the line between his abs with his tongue. He wanted to tease one of Jayce’s nipples with one hand, licking a circle around the other one. Viktor wondered how solid Jayce would feel under his palms, if he could feel Jayce’s heartbeat speed up and slow down as they fucked if he kept his hand there. Jayce’s chest, still shiny with sweat, heaved with breaths as he worked the metal beneath him.

BANG! BANG!

But gods, his face.

As breathtaking as Jayce’s body was, it barely held a candle up to his face. It was a kind face, an expressive one. Jayce was genuine, and you could see it from the moment you saw his face. He had this crooked grin, accented by the gap in his teeth. Something a little imperfect in an otherwise perfect body. The scar in his eyebrow had the same effect. Viktor wanted so badly to grab that perfect jaw of his, pull him forward, and kiss him harder than anyone had ever kissed him before. He wanted to leave marks on him; ones that would show to others, claiming Jayce as his and only his. Viktor wanted to get Jayce into bed, feel those muscles for himself, feel those hands of his around his waist. He wondered if Jayce could hold him up, use him like a toy to get his own pleasure; if Jayce would let Viktor run his fingers up and down his abs, feeling the dips between them; if Jayce could fuck Viktor with the same strength he used on working the forge.

He wondered if Jayce was even interested in a man like him. As far as he knew, he had a stupid crush on the straightest person in Runeterra. The Man of Progress himself. He could have anyone in Runeterra, but he would never choose Viktor. There was no way Jayce liked him back. Viktor had seen the way the man had looked at Mel, had seen that only girls caught Jayce’s eyes. He knew in his bones that Jayce could never love Viktor the way that Viktor loved, and wanted, Jayce. For Jayce, this was a partnership, a joining of minds. But for Viktor, Jayce was everything.

Even worse, Viktor knew he was at least somewhat attractive, and as half of Hextech, he could very well have his pick of the men of Piltover. But no, he had to throw his lot in with the least attainable man in the universe.

BANG! BANG! CLANG!

Viktor tore himself out of his thoughts to see Jayce’s hammer clatter to the ground, his shoulders rising in disappointment. He rose out of his chair, slowly making his way towards the forge. The temperature of the air rose by several degrees as he neared Jayce.

“Jayce.” He spoke over the noise, but still softly. “What happened?”

Jayce sighed heavily, letting out a little laugh. “Don’t worry about it, Viktor.”

Viktor’s lips drew into a tight line. “You asked me to be here, don’t shut me out now-”

“I fucked it up.” Jayce met his eyes, a slight teary sheen to them.

Viktor stretched his hand out, hesitating a bit. He never initiated contact between them, but he wanted to comfort him. His hand came to rest on Jayce’s, fingers wrapping around his and squeezing. Jayce’s eyes flicked over their hands, then up to Viktor’s eyes. Viktor smiled.

“Talk me through what happened-” He said. “-if it would help.”

“Oh, it’s stupid,” Jayce gestured in defeat towards the piece on the table,” I put too much stress on the metal, and it cracked. I shouldn’t have done something so stupid-” He ground his hands into his eyes.

Viktor looked at the piece. It was nearly completed, easily recognizable as the casing for the bottom of the Hexclaw, except for the big crack that ran through the left side of it.

“Can it be salvaged? The casing split into more parts?” Viktor asked, reaching for the metal, but Jayce caught his hand.

“Still hot.” He smiled. “I wouldn’t touch that if I were you.” He laughed, trying to relieve the tension, but Viktor noticed the way his eyes were still holding onto his despair.

“Jayce,” Viktor said firmly, “Beating yourself up over this is not going to change anything, eh? Let us take a break and return tomorrow. Give the metal some rest.”

Jayce’s mouth tightened before relaxing again. “I was so close, just-”

“Jayce,” Viktor repeated, “I assure you this problem will still be here tomorrow. We can better fix it after some rest.”

He let out a heavy sigh, the tension from failure leaving his shoulders.

“Let’s go to our apartments, sleep, and come back here in the morning,” Viktor said, squeezing Jayce’s hand. 

Jayce nodded slowly. He began to put his tools away, turning the forge down and watching the flames burn themselves out. Viktor watched him like a hawk, making sure he was actually leaving and wasn’t just putzing around like Viktor did to Jayce when he didn’t want to leave the lab. He knew his own tricks well. Jayce went around the edge of the forge, obscured from Viktor’s vision, and Viktor began to follow before he reappeared with his shirt back on. It looked a little off on him, like Viktor had gotten so used to seeing Jayce without his shirt that seeing Jayce with his shirt on was a shock. He shook his head slightly, trying to clear it before looking Jayce in the eye again. They walked out of the warehouse in silence.

Jayce locked the door to the forge behind him, turning around to Viktor with the small key clutched in his fist.

“Give me the key.” He held out his hand.

Jayce’s eyes widened, shocked by the request. “Why?”

“You will not be coming back here tonight. I will take the key, and I will pick you up at your apartment at 8 AM sharp tomorrow.” Viktor said plainly, still holding his hand out. “We will come back together, and fix this problem together.”

Jayce did not argue, he pressed the keyring into Viktor’s palm.

“Thank you.” He smiled, pocketing the key.

The walk back to their apartments was silent until they split ways.

“Thank you, Viktor, for coming to the forge today.” Jayce said.

Viktor nodded. “Rest well, Jayce. Everything will work out.”

Jayce smiled, a smile that would work for anyone but Viktor. Viktor could tell that it didn’t reach his eyes, a hollow smile saved for the ones he was lying to. He tried not to think too hard about the fact that Jayce was using it on him. He’s tired.

They split ways, Jayce headed up towards his residence. Viktor turned, trudging along silent alleyways towards his. Although they were partners in Hextech, Jayce still lived in the heart of Piltover, surrounded by opulence; whereas Viktor had a dirt cheap apartment on the edge of the city, a place that reminded him of home in all the wrong ways.

Viktor felt bad for Jayce. He was certain that the crack was not as bad as he made it out to be. Tomorrow, surely, would be a better day. Jayce would be able to fix the casing with no issues, and Viktor would be on his best behavior. He simply couldn’t keep hiding his erection from Jayce and being distracted by the simplest things.

Ever so helpful, his brain was flashing pictures of shirtless Jayce as he made his way to his apartment. His abs, his pecs, his face. That waist. Viktor wanted to bite it. He wanted to make Jayce feel it, keep him in bed all night. His cock was growing hard again. He tried to speed up, wanting to make it back to his apartment before he was fully hard again.

Viktor was so close, so close to his apartment before it all came crashing down. His cock was straining against his pants, his cheeks hot and red. Someone opened the door for him, one of his neighbors. He nodded a quick thanks, praying they did not see the state he was in. He was in the elevator before he allowed himself to cup the bulge in his pants, giving himself a little comfort before the doors opened. Naturally, it was not his floor, and a couple joined him in the elevator. Viktor’s cheeks grew hotter. He stepped back, hunching against the elevator wall in a desperate move to hide the evidence of what he had been doing. In what felt like an eternity later, the doors opened on his floor, and he couldn’t get out of there fast enough, pushing off the wall of the elevator and practically throwing himself between the doors.

He sped down the hallway, ignoring the pain in his leg. His attention was solely focused on the pressure in his dick. He fumbled for the keys in his pocket. He unlocked the door and slammed it behind him. He leaned against the door, pulling his pants down as far as his leg brace would allow before finally wrapping his hand around his cock. 

He wanted Jayce to be the one talking, wanted Jayce to be the one with his hand around his cock, wanted Jayce to be the one holding him against his apartment door.

Viktor felt for the door latch, locking it behind him. He began to pump his fist up and down his cock, feeling the immediate and blessed release of pressure. 

Jayce would hold him against the door, pinning him with a hand on his shoulder and the other on his dick. He could imagine it so clearly. Jayce’s hands, broader than his, wrapping around his cock. They were a little calloused, courtesy of the forge. Viktor’s hands were pulling him closer, closer, tugging on his shoulders, his waist, his hips, feeling Jayce’s tanned skin underneath his fingertips. Jayce would squeeze gently at the base of his cock, Viktor leaking onto his hand.

“That’s it-” He found himself saying, “Just like that.” 

Viktor could feel the muscles he was using on Viktor underneath his fingers. And when he was done, Jayce would lick the cum from his hands. Viktor would chase it with a kiss, tasting himself in Jayce’s mouth and moaning.

Viktor would see to him then, unbuttoning Jayce’s pants. He would pull his dick out, closing his mouth around it and feeling the stretch in his lips. He wanted Jayce all for himself. Jayce’s fingers would tangle in his hair, pulling it when Viktor did something clever with his tongue. He would talk him through it, telling Viktor it felt good and it was perfect, little moans interrupting his words. Jayce would come, spilling down Viktor’s throat, his name on Jayce’s lips.

Viktor came then, shouting Jayce’s name like he had been the one to bring him release. He slumped back against the door, looking down at the mess he made.

He needed to get it together. He couldn’t keep going on like this, chasing after a man who would never love him back.

Viktor was pounding on Jayce’s door. It was 8:05 AM, and he had been waiting outside of Jayce’s door for the last five minutes. It wasn’t like Jayce to leave him like this.

He pressed his ear to the door, knocking again.

“Jayce?” He called. There weren’t any sounds on the other side of the door.

Viktor paused, uncomfortable at the idea of raising hell in Jayce’s apartment building just because his partner wouldn’t open the door at 8 AM sharp. Viktor glanced at the clock in the hallway again. 8:10 AM. Perhaps he should head to the forge and meet Jayce there.

He began the journey, his leg still a bit sore from his walk home last night. As he drew closer to the warehouse, he saw a telltale line of smoke rising from the forge’s chimney.

Oh, that bastard. Of course he had a spare key.

“Can’t fault him.” He muttered to himself. “I would’ve done the same thing.”

He made his way to the front door, the handle rattling in his hand but refusing to open. Jayce had locked it behind him. Viktor wasn’t sure if this was out of habit or so he couldn’t follow Jayce, but anger rose within him anyway. He fished the key out of his pocket, inserting it into the lock with more force than he intended to.

He couldn’t really be mad at Jayce, he had done similar things to him before: like that time before they released the Hexgates where Jayce made him promise he would leave the lab at a reasonable time, and instead Jayce came into the lab the next morning, easily catching onto the fact that Viktor had never left. But this felt different. Perhaps it was because it wasn’t the lab, it was Jayce’s forge. Jayce had said so yesterday that the forge was his personal place; just when he finally allowed Viktor in, he shut and locked the door behind him.

Viktor opened the door, seeing Jayce silhouetted by the red light of the fire. He was, like yesterday, shirtless.

He let the door slam behind him, making his way towards the flames. Jayce did not react, raising his hammer above his head like he had yesterday before bringing it down onto the metal with a solid BANG. The anger inside Viktor was dissipating with every step. Who was he to get mad at Jayce for doing something that Viktor did to Jayce more often than not? Jayce didn’t deserve this anger. 

“Jayce.” He uttered, walking up to Jayce like one would approach a nervous animal. He tapped his cane against the floor. “Jayce!” He repeated, practically yelling this time.

Jayce did not look up, extending his arm up again. His eyes flicked upwards, catching Viktor. He stumbled back in surprise.

“Vik?” He said, placing the hammer back down on the table.

Viktor glanced at what Jayce was working on. There were close to seven casings sitting on the table, the form of the Hexclaw clear in the way that Jayce had laid them out.

“Did you work on this all night?” Viktor leaned on his cane, fixing Jayce with a glare, “Even though I told you to sleep in your apartment?”

“Yes.” Jayce sighed, leaning against the table. Viktor’s gaze followed the movement, drawn to Jayce’s bare chest. In the dim light of the forge, it was hard to tell what had happened to Jayce’s chest. Viktor looked closer, noticing small burns and nicks scattered across his chest like stars in the sky.

“Jayce-” Viktor hurried to Jayce’s side, his cane catching on the table legs in his haste. Jayce’s hand shot up, catching his waist and stabilizing him. Viktor was staring down, eyes locked onto his chest. Between the constellations of burns and nicks, there were dashes of dark gray soot and smears of dried blood. “You hurt yourself.” 

Viktor couldn’t help it, his hand was reaching for Jayce’s skin, touching the warmth of it before he even registered what was happening. Jayce glanced down, following Viktor’s hand.

“I have a spare key.” Jayce said in response, like that was supposed to answer why he had gotten hurt.

“I don’t care about that anymore, Jayce,” Viktor said, withdrawing his hand from Jayce, “Let me help you, you’re hurting.”

Jayce turned away. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’ve never been a burden, just an occasional pain in my ass.” Viktor laughed, trying to meet Jayce’s gaze, who was staring fixedly at the casing on the table. “Jayce, look at me-” Jayce’s eyes snapped to his. “-where’s the first aid kit?”

“It’s under that light.” Jayce pointed. “I can get-”

“You sit down.” Viktor commanded, a tone taking over that he hadn’t heard himself use since the night before when he told Jayce to go home. Jayce obeyed immediately, sitting down in the closest chair.

Viktor moved towards the kit, more deliberate than before. He didn’t want his cane to catch on anything, knowing that Jayce would come and help him. The case was easy to find, covered in a fine layer of dust from disuse. He imagined it would suffice.

Back at Jayce’s side, he popped open the kit and took stock of the items he had to work with. There was gauze, which he grabbed immediately, an antibiotic ointment, various bandages, tweezers, a vial of alcohol, and some mysterious white pills. He grabbed the ointment, closing the case.

He was racking his brain for what to do. Had he ever burned himself?

Water. Cool water.

Viktor glanced around, holding a pad of gauze in his hand.

“What do you need?” Jayce asked, poised as if he was ready to spring into action at any moment.

“Is there running water here?”

“There’s a faucet behind the fire, here let me-”

“No.” Viktor ordered, already striding away from Jayce. Jayce always took care of him so well, it was his turn to return the favor. He ran the pad under the water, hoping it was clean enough for his purpose. He headed back towards Jayce, who had turned his chair toward him. Viktor had to suppress an eye roll. Even when he was hurt, even when Viktor was taking care of him, Jayce still refused to let him out of his sight.

Viktor pulled a chair in front of Jayce’s, placing his cane on the floor. He leaned into Jayce, one of his hands draped loosely against his shoulder. His other hand pressed the pad of gauze to the worst burn, a blister that was a little bigger than a Hextech gemstone. “Can I touch you?” Viktor asked, a little too late. Jayce nodded. Jayce hissed at the contact, Viktor’s eyes flicking up towards his in question.

“Just cold.”

“Not cold, cool,” Viktor corrected. “When you burn yourself, you want cool water, not cold-”

“I know,” Jayce huffed. “I’ve burned myself before, it’s just… been a while.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” Viktor scoffed. “You don’t have any scars.”

“I protect myself,” Jayce sat up proudly.

“How?” Viktor asked, incredulous, “You don’t even wear a shirt when you’re here!”

“I don’t reach for hot metal, Viktor.” Jayce smiled crookedly.

He rolled his eyes. “That was one-”

“Yesterday-” Jayce corrected, “-you almost did it yesterday.”

Viktor ignored him, turning his attention to the other burns. They were minor, little red marks scattered across Jayce’s broad torso. He reached for the ointment, squirting a bit out onto his finger before dabbing it on each of the burns.

“You’re too nice to me.” Jayce said.

Viktor raised an eyebrow. “You are hurt. I am taking care of you like you would do for me, no?”

“It was my own stupid fault-”

“Jayce, stop.” Viktor caught his face in his hand. “Do you know how many times you’ve taken care of me? Do you know how many times I’ve woken up in the lab to warm tea next to me because you knew I’d stay? Do you know how many-”

Jayce didn’t let him finish, crushing his question back into his mouth. Viktor dropped the ointment on the floor, grasping the back of Jayce’s head, making him delve deeper, deeper still. Jayce moaned against his lips, Viktor taking his chance to lick into them. Jayce let out a deeper sound, his hands squeezing into Viktor’s waist. Jayce broke away, meeting Viktor’s eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Viktor, I shouldn’t-”

Viktor shut him up with another kiss. “Don’t apologize.”

Jayce smiled, an anxious smile, tight in the corners. Viktor ran his thumb along his cheek.

“Talk to me, Jayce.”

“You take care of me in a way no one else does, my heart does this thing when I’m with you… I just can’t take it any longer, Vik, be honest with me-” Jayce began, his eyes wandering everywhere but pointedly avoiding Viktor’s. “Tell me it’s not just me who feels this way, I think about you all the time, V, I can’t stop-”

“I can’t stop either, Jayce.” Viktor laughed. “I never thought you would ever look at me like I do you, I thought… I thought you were straight.”

Jayce doubled over in laughter. “Vik-”

Viktor watched this reaction, confused. Surely Jayce was, until he had kissed him, the straightest man in Runeterra.

“I fail to see what’s so funny about this,” Viktor said when Jayce paused to take a breath.

“I’m bi, Viktor, sorry, I thought you knew-” He choked out, catching his breath. “I can’t sleep with men because they all remind me, well, they all remind me of you.”

Viktor’s mind spun in his head. Jayce. Bi. Liked him long enough to know he couldn’t do anything about it, meanwhile Viktor had been trying to chase his obsession with Jayce off by going to bed with any man who showed interest. Viktor had so many questions he wanted to ask, so many things he didn’t have answers to, but buried them deep in his mind. They could wait, for now, he had the Man of Progress within his reach.

It was Viktor’s turn then, moving towards Jayce, his hands still entwined in his hair. He tugged slightly as he met his lips, Jayce gasping into his mouth. His lips were so soft, yielding yet commanding. His hand came to rest on Jayce’s chest, Jayce flinching at the contact like it hurt.

“Shit!” He broke off the kiss, leaving Jayce reeling. “You’re hurt!”

“Doesn’t matter.” Jayce tried to kiss Viktor again, but Viktor blocked him with two fingers on his lips, softly pushing him away.

“Let me finish bandaging you up, Jayce.” Viktor moved back to the table, grabbing a few pads to place on Jayce’s burns. “Arms up.” He commanded, Jayce moving his arms up so Viktor could wrap the bandage around him.

“How’d you get burned anyway?” Viktor asked as he passed the gauze from one hand to the other.

Jayce wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I-I…uh-”

“I won’t judge,” Viktor grinned.

“I got too close putting in the coals-” Jayce wrapped his hand around the back of his neck, “-and I got burned by the sparks.”

“What about the big one?”

“Piece of coal,” Jayce shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”

“It is to me,” Viktor whispered against Jayce’s ear.

When he was finished with the bandage, he elected not to tell Jayce to put his arms back down; instead he grabbed his hands, pinning them up with his own, as he dove back into Jayce’s lips.

“I’m glad you came here, Viktor.” Jayce pulled Viktor onto his lap. Viktor was trying hard not to think about the way that his waist fit perfectly between Jayce’s hands. Viktor had never taken much thought to his waist before, but now that Jayce’s hands encircled him, it was all he could think about. Jayce’s palms were on his sides, his thumbs rubbing circles into the fabric of his shirt. His fingers nearly entwined behind Viktor’s back. If Viktor was a tree, Jayce would have been the vine that crawled up him. They were perfect together. 

Jayce kissed Viktor again, then moved along his cheek, down his neck.

“You asked me to.” He smiled, holding onto his shoulders for stability. “-and I certainly didn’t mind the view.” Viktor glanced down at Jayce, still shirtless.

“You like what you see?” Jayce said, aiming for sexy as blush rushed to his cheeks. Jayce pressed another kiss on Viktor’s neck, sucking lightly. Harder. Viktor wanted to say. Leave a mark. Make me yours.  

“I am surprised you didn’t notice yesterday.” Viktor said, shifting as his cock began to take interest in the situation.

“Wish I had.” Jayce glanced down, clearly watching the bulge in Viktor’s pants.

“You like what you see?” Viktor repeated, reaching down to palm Jayce’s erection. Jayce arced against the contact, exhaling through the gap in his teeth, causing a slight whistle.

“I do, oh-” Jayce gasped out as Viktor began to trace the lines of his cock with his fingertips, his touch featherlight.

“What will I ever do with you?” Viktor asked, leaning into Jayce’s shoulder and sucking a mark. He laid kisses along his collarbone, up his neck, landing at his mouth. Viktor pulled at Jayce’s bottom lip with his teeth.

“Viktor, please-” Jayce begged, moaning into Viktor’s lips as they kissed again.

“Use your words.” Viktor commanded, the hand on Jayce’s cock pressing against him again.

“A-ah.” Jayce stuttered, pleasure evident in his eyes.

Viktor let out a breath. “Would you be amenable to me riding you?”

Jayce coughed, clearly taken aback by the bluntness of his question. “P-please.”

Viktor backed off of Jayce’s lap, leaving the broader man whining at the loss. He reached for his brace, but Jayce’s hands beat him to it.

“Can I?” He whispered.

“Well, I do need my pants off to properly ride you.” Viktor quipped.

Jayce laughed, undoing the buckles along the sides. He had never done this himself, but he had watched Viktor do it enough times that he knew exactly which buckles needed extra force or which ones were particularly loose.

“You’ve watched me take off my brace.” Viktor stated. It clearly caught Jayce off guard, eyes widening.

“I watch you a lot, Vik.” He said nonchalantly, like it wasn’t the hottest thing in the whole world to know that your partner watches you, placing the brace to the side.

One of Jayce’s hands supported Viktor’s waist, keeping him upright in lieu of his cane. The other hand ventured downward, trying to unbutton Viktor’s pants with his other hand, failing miserably. Viktor moved his hands to Jayce’s shoulders for support. Jayce removed the hand from his waist, the warmth of which was instantly missed by Viktor. Jayce successfully unbuttoned his pants, tugging them down his hips along with his underwear. His cock, already halfway hard just at the thought of having Jayce, was finally free of its confines. Jayce reached out, then paused, glancing up.

“Go ahead.” Viktor nodded encouragingly.

Jayce touched his cock, hesitantly at first. His hand easily fit around it, his other hand resting on Viktor’s ass and pulling him between his bent knees. A little unsteady, Viktor moved one of his hands to the armrest of the chair. Jayce whined at the loss of contact, moving his hand to Viktor’s waist.

“Is this better?” Jayce asked, eyes flicking upward to seek Viktor’s approval. “I want your hands on my shoulders.”

Viktor complied, landing a kiss on Jayce’s forehead, and Jayce began to pump Viktor’s cock. Jayce’s hand was perfect, Jayce’s face was perfect, this was all so perfect. Jayce’s hand tightened around Viktor’s waist, and he moaned at the movement.

Jayce’s hand, as Viktor suspected, was a bit calloused from the forge, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The slight roughness and bumps on his hands teased Viktor’s cock, drawing him closer and closer to the edge. Jayce focused on the head, teasing him with fingers, before pumping his cock in his fist again.

Viktor interrupted, leaning down into Jayce and tipping his head back to kiss him again. He couldn’t stop. Now that he knew he had Jayce, he wanted all of him. He practically crawled back into Jayce’s lap, his bad leg thrown over the armrest and his arms wrapped around Jayce’s broad shoulders. He landed kisses on his pecs, his collarbone, his neck, anywhere he could reach before pulling away again.

“I need-” Viktor started, uncertain of how to phrase this. “I need to prepare-”

“What do you need me to do?” Jayce asked, eyes begging.

“I want you inside me, your fingers first-”

The hand on his waist flexed momentarily, as if imagining it was buried deep within Viktor. Jayce’s other hand, the one that was on his cock, moved to his waist, holding Viktor between them like he was the only thing that mattered. Viktor’s breath stuttered, caught in his chest as he met Jayce’s eyes.

Viktor had met Jayce’s eyes many times before, but he had never noticed their perfect color. They were a kaleidoscope of browns and greens, shifting as Jayce’s pupils dilated. Viktor moved his hand to his cheek, rubbing small circles into the flesh and bone under his thumb.

One of Jayce’s hands moved to his ass, gripping it briefly. Viktor rutted against Jayce without thinking.

“It’s been…It’s been a while.” Jayce said, leaning his forehead against Viktor’s chest, breathing deeply. “Teach me.”

Viktor glanced around. “I don’t suppose you have any lube in here?”

Jayce followed his eyes, clearly trying to think of something, anything, before shaking his head.

“Spit will do.” Viktor cupped his hand beneath Jayce’s mouth, who looked at him incredulously. “Spit.” He commanded.

Jayce hesitated, as if trying to figure out if this was some trick. “I’m not spitting in your hand, Viktor, you deserve better than that.”

“It’s okay, Jayce.” Viktor pulled back. “You can spit in your own hand if it’s better.”

Jayce spat, a thin dribble between his lips.

“More than that.” Viktor scoffed. “We’ll need much more than that, here like this-” Viktor placed his index and middle fingers close to his mouth and spat on them, rubbing the glob of saliva between his fingers.

Jayce copied Viktor, his fingers spit-shiny as he glanced back up at Viktor like he needed affirmation that he had done it correctly.

“Good,” Viktor said. If Jayce wanted praise, he would graciously give it to him.

Jayce’s hand was back on his ass again, his eyes flicking towards Viktor’s for confirmation.

“Slowly.” He said, relaxing against Jayce’s finger. “Insert it slowly.”

Viktor usually didn’t mind his hands,  slender and precise, perfect for innovation and invention. At the moment, however, he had never been so disappointed in his hands. He usually didn’t mind his hands, But Jayce’s fingers? Oh, they were built for something like this, bringing pleasure out of someone. They were thick and strong, stretching Viktor perfectly, and there was only one.

He moaned. “Good, that’s…that’s good, Jayce.”

Jayce’s eyes were glued to his now, watching Viktor’s every movement.

“More?”

“Not yet, give me a minute.” Viktor leaned his head against Jayce’s, sighing as he adjusted. “Another.”

Jayce shifted under Viktor’s weight, slowly pressing another finger against and then into his anus. Viktor picked his head back up, bracing against Jayce’s shoulders again. “Good?”

Viktor nodded, unable to speak for a bit. “Very…very good, Jayce.”

Jayce beamed, as if his schoolteacher had just given him a gold star.

“Stay for a minute.” Viktor said, adjusting to the insertion. Jayce’s fingers were good, they were perfect. He wriggled briefly, sinking them further into himself with a slight shudder.

“Okay?” Jayce asked, concern evident on his face. Viktor nodded.

“Crook your finger there-” Viktor said, gripping Jayce’s shoulders with all the strength he had.

“There?” Jayce asked sweetly, moving his finger into the perfect spot and pressing.

Viktor clawed at Jayce’s back, pleasure shooting through his body. “Yes!”

“Again?” Jayce asked.

“Again.”

Jayce pressed into his prostate again, rubbing a small circle into it before taking the pad of his finger away.

“Again, gods, again, Jayce-” Viktor keened, one of his hands moving down Jayce’s sides until it rested between his legs. He spread his limber fingers, feeling exactly for the right place before palming Jayce’s hard cock through the fabric of his pants. Jayce moaned at the contact, arching into it.

Jayce’s fingers paused, his attention focused on Viktor’s hand on his cock.

“Jayce-” Viktor began, “-I didn’t say stop.” His eyes met Viktor’s, surprise evident on them before tracing a path down to his prostate again and crooking his finger. “G-good boy.” Viktor stammered, aiming for suave and landing somewhere among the needy.

Jayce, without instruction, inserted a third finger, causing Viktor to immediately crumble. Jayce was acting on his own. He knew what to do. And the thought of such made him somehow harder than he had been. Jayce did something with his fingers, pressing or thumping or something against his prostate, and Viktor moaned like he never had before. He was losing track of what Jayce was doing, it was all so good, causing waves of pleasure to crest through his body. He was so close, probably too close, but he didn’t want Jayce to stop.

“Good?” Jayce asked. Viktor nodded, unable to make a sound as Jayce pressed into him again.

Viktor pressed the heel of his hand against Jayce’s cock again, before tracing the lines of it with his fingers, trying his best to map out the lines of his dick without seeing it. Jayce had leaned his forehead against Viktor’s shoulder, the hand on his waist tightening in time with Viktor’s touches.

Jayce, probably in retaliation, repeated the move with his fingers, causing Viktor to throw his head back, incomprehensible sounds leaving his mouth.

“Good.” He heard himself say. “Good, r-ready, I’m ready, good, Jayce, good-”

Jayce removed his fingers from Viktor, the absence of such leaving Viktor pressing harder into the bulge of Jayce’s pants.

“Please.” He begged, both of his hands situated on Viktor’s waist. “Please let me inside you.”

Viktor’s lips twitched into a smile, fully supported by Jayce’s hands now, and unbuttoned Jayce’s pants. He wanted Jayce like this, pliant and begging in his hands, and he had not even started yet. He pushed his boxers down just enough to free his cock, but there was a part of Viktor that didn’t want Jayce undressed. He wanted to feel the fabric beneath him, the rasp of the zipper, as he straddled Jayce. It made him feel like Jayce hadn’t been patient, wanted him so quickly he couldn’t even get out of his pants.

Viktor finally got a good look at Jayce’s dick. It was everything - and more - that he had wanted. It was large, with a nice girth and a slight curve to the tip. He wanted it in his mouth, he wanted to see how much of it he could take.

“Is it-” Jayce started, and Viktor’s eyes flicked up to his. “-is it okay?”

Viktor knew Jayce’s hesitation came from a place of anxiety, that some part of Jayce had always told him that he was never enough. Viktor wanted to rip that part out of him and replace it with love and praise. He needed Jayce to know that he was perfect - a mess at times, sure, too stubborn for his own good; but also endearing and kind and the smartest man he had ever known. He wanted to take Jayce apart, rip that anxiety out of him, and build him back together with only love. He was perfect for Viktor.

“It’s perfect, Jayce.” He smiled, cradling his face in his hand. “You’re perfect for me, Jayce, I wish you could know that.”

“Really?” Jayce’s eyebrows shot up.

“Of course.”

“Can you show me?”

Viktor touched him then, slender hand wrapping around his cock.

“A-ah.” Jayce moaned into it, hands tightening around Viktor’s waist.

Viktor spat into his hand, adding to Jayce’s precum spilling down the length of him. He doubted it would be enough, but he didn’t care at this point, he wanted Jayce so bad he would take him dry.

“Ready?” Viktor asked, Jayce perfectly hard for the task ahead of him.

Viktor folded his good leg beneath him, giving him the angle to lower himself onto Jayce’s cock. Jayce was good for him, the hands on his waist supporting him through the task. Viktor reached for Jayce’s cock again, lining him up perfectly. The head of his dick nudged into Viktor’s hole, slow going at first with neither of them wanting to hurt the other. Viktor’s other hand was grabbing at Jayce’s nape, feeling the scratch of the small hairs there. Jayce’s hands were tight on his waist, angling him to get in a bit deeper.

“Jayce-” Viktor gasped out, the first bit of Jayce’s cock inside him. If Jayce’s dick had been perfect outside of him, it was more than perfect inside him. It was like it was made to be sheathed there, the best fit he had ever had.

“Gods, Vik.” Jayce gasped out. “You feel so…feel so good.”

Viktor hummed in agreement, unable to say anything as Jayce made his way deeper and deeper inside him. If Viktor had been more of a patient man, he would have prepared more, but the stretch of Jayce’s dick was pleasant. It was just enough. He lowered himself completely, feeling Jayce bottom out beneath his ass. Viktor moved his legs, placing them to either side of his hips, Jayce’s hands still holding onto Viktor’s waist like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.

They sat for a minute, adjusting to the feeling of being so intimately entwined after all this time.

Jayce pressed his lips to Viktor’s forehead. “Okay?”

Viktor nodded, placing his hands back on Jayce’s shoulders and looking him square in the eye as he began to move. He shifted his hips slightly, causing Jayce to rub perfectly against his prostate. He gasped, pleasure zinging through his body.

“How much does your chest hurt?” Viktor asked.

“Not much.” Jayce shrugged. “Just when you touched the burns themselves.”

“Can I put my hand here?” Viktor gingerly placed a palm against Jayce’s pec.

“Yes, gods, yes.” Jayce arched into his hand.

Viktor’s hand rested against Jayce’s warm skin, gingerly at first, before pressing into his pec. He had wanted to, gods, he had wanted to do this forever. He squeezed gently, watching Jayce’s moan escape between his lips. Viktor squeezed again, moving his fingers toward Jayce’s nipple. He glanced towards Jayce, eyes closed in pleasure, and locked his lips around his nipple. Jayce made a noise Viktor hadn’t heard from him, a deep groan that started in the middle of his chest and ripped through his mouth. Viktor smiled against him, tonguing at the skin between his lips.

Jayce was beautiful like this. His body was responding to Viktor in ways that he didn’t know were possible: panting, moaning, gripping into Viktor like he wanted to break him. And gods, Viktor wanted Jayce to break him. He wanted him to break him and put him all back together.

“Good, Vik, good-” Jayce was muttering beneath him. “Gods, so good-”

Viktor had a rhythm, moving his hips in a slow circle. He wished, gods he wished that he could go faster, really ride Jayce like he was meant to be ridden, but this was all his shit body could muster up.

Jayce’s head was thrown back over the chair in pleasure, his mouth open with all those pretty little sounds escaping. Viktor wanted to close his mouth over his, capture those sounds and hold them within his chest. Jayce straightened up when Viktor clenched around him.

“Please-” he whimpered, “-please do that again.” It was written clear as day across his face. Please. Please. Please.

Viktor did so, rolling his hips forward as he did so, leaving Jayce gasping. He shifted, moving one of his hands to Jayce’s arm, using his legs to angle him deeper and deeper into his body.

His legs ached, his arms were tired. He didn’t want to stop, he wanted his stupid body to fix itself so he could give Jayce the sex he deserved. He wanted to go for longer, he wanted to have Jayce come inside him, he wanted all these things, but he had to face the facts: he was growing tired.

Jayce, ever perceptive, noticed his faltering speed. “Can I help?” He asked, low and quiet.

“Use me.” Viktor replied, moving his hands to push Jayce’s into his sides. “Use those big arms of yours and use me.”

Jayce held him for a moment, letting Viktor take a break before he began.

It was perfect.

There was a lot about Jayce that was perfect, between that face and that cock and everything in between, but this was close. Viktor didn’t like being used. He didn’t like being coddled. He didn’t like being helped. But with Jayce… 

But with Jayce it was always different. Viktor would limp across hot coals if it brought Jayce pleasure. He would do anything for him.

And this, well, this was definitely bringing Jayce pleasure. His hands dug into Viktor’s waist, molding it under the strength of his grip. Viktor moved his hands back to his shoulders, feeling Jayce’s muscles ripple with effort.

Jayce’s mouth was open again, torn between panting with effort and moaning with pleasure.

Viktor could feel it too, like this change of pace had flipped everything on its head. He was distinctly aware of Jayce within him. He could feel Jayce’s dick slide past his prostate, sending waves of pleasure up through his twisted spine. He could feel Jayce bottom out beneath him before Jayce would lift him up again, moving him up and down on his cock.

He could feel it, he was embarrassingly close. Jayce hadn’t used him for long, but he could feel his leg seizing and the small core of pleasure inside him getting ready to burst.

“C-close-” Viktor panted out.

“You first.” Jayce said, looking up at Viktor with those damn pleading eyes. Please. Please. Please.

Jayce, somehow, found it within himself to speed up, canting his hips up towards Viktor as his arms moved him down. Viktor found himself making sounds like some wounded animal, raw and unnatural, something he had never done before.

He could feel it, he was so close. He moved his hand between him, closing around his cock and gasping out. It was all so much. He had never had sex feel like his before, with feelings caught between them. This was more than a quick act against a wall, this was something bigger than that.

This was quiet mornings where Jayce woke before Viktor, covering him back up in blankets because he knew Viktor ran cold. This was Jayce bringing Viktor his sweet milk with a kiss. This was more than anything Viktor had experienced before.

It tipped him over the edge.

Viktor felt the core of pleasure expand within him, exploding out to the tips of his fingers and the end of his toes. It was both never ending and not long enough. Waves of pleasure crested within his chest, pushing more and more needy sounds out of his lips. He felt himself spill between his and Jayce’s chests. At some point he felt Jayce tense beneath him, joining him in ecstasy. Viktor pried his eyes open to watch Jayce tip his head back, a single contented sigh escaping from his open mouth. He could feel Jayce twitching inside him, and Viktor clenched down, desperate to keep any bit of Jayce inside him.

Jayce collapsed, boneless beneath him. Viktor leaned his head against his shoulder, Jayce’s arms slowly making their way across his back to pull him in closer.

“I think I love you.” Jayce said.

“Jayce, now is not the time for silly games.” Viktor muttered against his chest. “We both know you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean.”

“But I do.” Jayce said, tone serious.

Viktor straightened, looking Jayce dead in the eye. One of his hands came to rest on his cheek. “I’m a difficult person to love.”

“But loving you is so easy to me, V-” Jayce smiled. “-it’s like breathing.”

Viktor leaned in, ghosting his lips over his cheek, his nose, before landing on his lips and stealing his breath.

Jayce’s hands rested on his waist once again, moving Viktor off of his dick and bundled into his lap as if he weighed nothing.

“I love you, Viktor.” Jayce kissed his cheek, the area above his lips, his neck. “I love all your little moles, they’re like stars.”

“Sweet man.” Viktor said, brushing Jayce’s hair back and off of his forehead. “I love you too.”