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Jayce sees Viktor for the first time in one of his lectures.
It’s a lower level course, so there’s a pretty mixed group of students from a variety of majors, most likely there only to fulfill a gen ed requirement. But Jayce notices Viktor the second he walks in the room and sets his bag down.
He’s small, incredibly thin– Jayce is pretty sure a gust of wind would send him flying– and using a cane. There’s a leg brace wrapped around one calf on top of his jeans. And he’s… well, he stands out a bit. He’s wearing some kind of smudgy eyeliner, piercings littering his ears and silver studs on each side of his lips, hair pulled up halfway in a knot. And below, a pair of black jeans that have been ripped to hell and back and some sort of obscure band tee sliding off one shoulder.
Jayce isn’t sure what it is about him that’s so fascinating. But he’s immediately interested for some reason, and wants to know what this guy’s deal is.
“Hey, do you know that tiny alternative guy? I think he’s Mech E, but I’ve never talked to him,” Jayce asks his sister casually as they give up studying for the evening in favor of watching Ultimate Ninja Warrior reruns.
Cait furrows her eyebrows. “Oh, Viktor? Yeah. He's Jinx's roommate, I think.”
“Oh, cool. I’ve seen him in my lectures a few times,” he adds as a useless explanation. Cait side-eyes him, and she bites her lip, trying to stifle a smile.
“What?” Jayce asks, baffled. “I was just curious.”
“It’s not that,” Cait says with a roll of her eyes. “It’s just– well. I figured Viktor’s reputation had started to precede him.”
Jayce is now five hundred times more interested. He leans forward, looking at Cait and waving his hand expectantly. “Okay, you can’t just say that and not explain.”
Cait laughs now, ducking her head, and she kicks Jayce’s leg. He, of course, kicks her back, and her laughter finally peters out enough for her to respond.
“Let’s just say Viktor gets around,” Cait explains vaguely, trying to regain her primness.
Now Jayce is about a thousand times more interested.
Jayce can’t help but blurt, “Him?”
Cait glares at him. “Don’t be judgemental.”
Jayce quickly backpedals, shaking his head. “No, not– I didn’t mean it like that! It’s just– well. You know what I mean.”
“You’re a buffoon,” Cait comments, and he kicks her again before she rolls her eyes. “You big baby. Yes, I know what you mean. But trust me. That boy gets around. You might have that stupid frat-boy cred, but Viktor is wildly popular in his own way.”
Jayce furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head again in disbelief. “Wow. I just never would have guessed from looking at him, you know?”
Cait hums, turning back to the television. “Look a little closer. It isn’t as unexpected as you think, if you actually bothered to pay attention.”
The conversation ends, but Jayce takes her words... maybe too literally.
He starts watching for Viktor, and when he spots him on campus, he keeps watching. Not in a creepy stalker-y way, just– observing.
And goddammit, Cait is right.
Viktor walks around most of the time with his earbuds in, but he is rarely alone. Most of the time, a sort of nerdy looking girl accompanies him talking his ear off, but he doesn’t seem to mind it much. But other than her, tons of people just seem to randomly know him. Girls wave and come up to talk to him briefly with the kind of casual, flirty touches that say I would absolutely have sex with you again. And even more than that, guys that Jayce would never have expected display the same behavior. More subtly, sure– and with them, it’s always Viktor initiating. A hand on their shoulder, his head tilting seductively, clearly making snarky jokes that makes these guys blush.
So, yeah. Viktor clearly is popular in his own way.
And Jayce has no idea why he can’t get the guy out of his head all of a sudden.
They get paired up for a group project at one point, but Viktor is quiet during their work sessions. All he does is silently edit the Google Slides and correct mistakes Jayce never would have caught in his equations. He’s clearly very smart, which intrigues Jayce even more.
The one and only interaction they actually have one-on-one is after practice. Jayce is disgustingly sweaty and still in his uniform, but he refuses to go deal with the locker room right now, so he heads to the athletic medicine center bathroom instead.
He walks in, single-mindedly splashing his face with cold water from the sink, and tugs up his jersey to wipe it off. And then he notices someone else is right beside him at the sinks.
It’s Viktor. He’s standing there, leaning close to the mirror, and there’s a black pencil in his hand. He’s carefully applying eyeliner along the edges of his lashes with an impressively steady hand. Jayce doesn’t realize he’s standing there, staring like an idiot with dripping hair and his shirt halfway pulled up, until Viktor side eyes him.
“Do you need something?” He drawls, and Jayce blinks. He has an accent– Russian, maybe? His voice is smooth and fast, the words light on his lips.
“No, just– that’s impressive, I would totally fuck it up,” he manages to get out. Viktor rolls his eyes, but there’s a hint of a smile there, the tiniest twitch of his lips. Jayce promptly leaves the bathroom, and that tiny smile lingers in his mind for fucking days.
Midterms come up, and he briefly forgets about Viktor as he studies and thankfully comes out of his MET exam without too much fear. Of course, fraternities will always find an excuse to have a party, so Sigma Nu throws at their house the same Friday that finals end. Jayce enjoys the parties well enough– and he’s on the board, so he has to be a good sport and socialize. But honestly, after the stress of finals, he’s buzzing with a nervousness he can’t explain. He knows he should just try and relax, get pretty drunk and maybe hook up with another APhi girl (okay, after Mel, maybe not) but he just can’t unwind.
He mingles, he has a beer, he taps a keg. But the party's just suddenly too much. He can’t explain why.
“Gotta grab the snorkel,” he calls to his brothers, and they just respond with a cheer as he heads out the back door. He will not be grabbing the snorkel, and he will certainly not be doing a keg stand again. Jayce learned his lesson well enough as a pledge.
The cold late night air is a blessing, and he steps out and lets the door swing shut behind him.
And there’s Viktor.
He’s leaned up against the wall, a pack of cigarettes in hand. He’s dressed well within his chosen aesthetic, but it’s… is there a male version of slutty? That’s all Jayce can think of. His tank top is layered over fishnet, low rise jeans clinging desperately to his hip bones. There’s a tattoo peeking out from under them, something black and sharp. Jayce is staring. Fuck, he is totally staring.
“Do you need something?” Viktor asks, raising his eyebrows. His eyes glitter with something dark and sparkly, a black shimmery eyeshadow.
“Uh,” Jayce says eloquently, licking his lips.
Viktor opens his pack, taking out a cigarette and sticking it in his mouth. Catching the opportunity, Jayce fumbles to dig his lighter out of his jacket pocket, and then reaches over. He flicks it open, and Viktor’s eyes flit over to him as the light catches. The flame reflects in his eyes, something dark and distinctly hungry glowing there.
“Thank you,” he says simply, taking a long drag and leaning back against the wall. His fingers are narrow and long, nails painted with chipping black polish, and he holds his cigarette with a practiced confidence.
Jayce lets his hand drop, shoving his lighter back into his pocket and desperately grasping for something to say.
“What brings you to Sigma Nu?” He asks, internally cringing as the words leave his mouth. Lamest small talk ever, wow. Jayce’s playboy reputation would be decimated if this conversation was overheard.
Viktor raises one eyebrow.
“Doesn’t really seem like your scene,” Jayce adds, and at least Viktor snorts at that, smoke curling out of his nostrils like a dragon.
“I was supposed to be accompanying my friend as her sober safety partner, but one of her sisters is currently being carried back to the house. So now, I wait.” He gestures with his hand dramatically.
“What house?”
“KD. Sky Young.”
“Oh!” Jayce nods. “I’ve met her. KD is cool, really smart group of ladies.”
“Wow. Classy of you,” Viktor notes dryly, and Jayce just shrugs sheepishly.
“SNU may not be the most studious frat, but some of us actually want to graduate Summa.”
As Viktor takes another drag, he glances back to Jayce, curiosity written on his face. “Do you smoke?”
“No,” Jayce responds with a laugh. “I’m the dedicated group roller, though, so I keep a lighter on me.”
“You must be good with your hands.” Viktor’s comment is said innocently, but the hint of a smirk on his face and his glance down to Jayce’s arms says it all. Jayce prays he isn’t blushing.
“Mech E. major. So I have to be,” he replies sheepishly with a grin.
“What else can those hands do?” Viktor asks slyly with a tilt of his head, and Jayce visibly flinches.
“Oh! I– wow, I’m–” he stutters uselessly, and Viktor huffs a laugh and turns his head.
“Sorry. Thought I was picking something up. Don’t worry about it, you can kick me to the curb, I won’t take offense,” Viktor says with a wave of hand, his voice a bit tired. It’s clear this isn’t the first time he’s had this conversation, and Jayce feels guilt wash over him. He has to backpedal, fast.
“No, I just– that’s hot,” he ends up blurting. Now he’s definitely blushing, fuck.
Viktor’s head turns back to him, and he licks his lips. That's when Jayce sees the glint of metal between his lips. His tongue is pierced. Jayce is going to die.
He’s smirking now, a crooked sort of grin. That hungry gaze is back.
“Are you drunk?” Viktor asks quickly, eyes narrowing.
“No,” Jayce responds just as fast. “I had a beer, but– I’m not, like. Playing with you. I haven’t really been into a guy before,” he confesses awkwardly.
Viktor briefly stares him down, and Jayce feels utterly pinned by his gaze. He can feel the silent question being asked– am I an experiment to you?
“But I am really into you,” he adds, a little quieter. Jayce’s instincts are starting to kick in, and he sidles a little closer to Viktor, head tilting to rest against the wall with a half-smile. All he can do is pray that his dimples and tooth gap combo do the trick like they always seem to with girls.
“Is that so?” Viktor asks. But he’s lost that look of suspicion. He’s eyeing Jayce with interest again, and Jayce hopes this is the last of the walls he has to break down to get to this guy.
“Yeah,” Jayce replies simply.
Viktor hums, taking another drag of his cigarette. Jayce is desperate to show that he can commit. He does the only thing he can think of on the spot, no matter how stupid and cheesy it is– he is completely out of moves, and completely out of his depth.
“Can I have some of that?” he asks. Viktor glances down to his cigarette, beginning to tentatively offer it to Jayce, but Jayce stops him. Jayce quickly shifts closer and tilts his head, parting his lip, and as Viktor picks up on the movement, thank fuck, he leans in.
Jayce closes the distance between their faces, one hand coming up to cup Viktor’s cheek as their lips brush. Viktor exhales the smoke into his mouth, and Jayce drinks it in. The nicotine buzz always makes him feel dizzy and disoriented, but Viktor doesn’t pull away, so he shifts to slot their lips together properly.
One of Viktor’s hands presses flat against his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt, and his tongue slides against Jayce’s . He can feel the cool metal in Viktor's tongue, the way it scrapes against his teeth. And, fuck– Viktor is a good kisser. Something about the newness of it all makes Jayce whimper, and it’s thankfully quiet, but still audible.
Viktor slowly pulls away, his hand sliding up Jayce’s chest, rucking up his shirt. He looks up at Jayce curiously, who is practically panting from some kissing. What the hell.
“Where’s your room, fešák?” Viktor murmurs, and Jayce reaches down to grab his hand.
“Upstairs,” he says breathlessly. Viktor looks at him expectantly, and Jayce pulls open the back door and promptly drags Viktor along behind him.
The party is too crowded for anyone to even notice them as they weave through the crowd and head up the stairs. Jayce heads straight for his room, barely resisting the urge to throw open the door. Viktor shuts it behind himself, and before Jayce can say a word, he’s pushed up against his own door.
How on earth someone so small can hold him up against a door with ease and have such a commanding stare is beyond Jayce, but he’s so fucking into it. He lets his head thunk back against the wood, breathing hard with a nervous smile as Viktor’s hands run up his arms, squeezing at his shoulders with an appreciative hum.
“Oh, you are interesting, Jayce,” he purrs, his teeth bared in a grin. “Big boy like you, everyone would expect something different. But I suppose appearances can be deceiving, can’t they?”
The question might be rhetorical, but something in Jayce’s mind screams to answer anyways. He feels desperate to impress Viktor, to earn his approval, his praise. He nods quickly, swallowing as Viktor huffs a laugh.
“What did you think when you first saw me, hm?” Viktor whispers with a grin. “I’m sure you’ve heard some things.”
“Heard about your– fan club,” Jayce breathes out as Viktor slides a hand up to his jaw, tilting his chin up. Viktor laughs, ducking his head, and it’s actually bizarrely cute.
“And what did you think? Surely, that can’t be true. Look at him!,” Viktor teases, all the while, his other hand drags up along Jayce’s stomach, pushing up his shirt, fingers skating along the grooves of his abs. Jayce is suddenly very thankful for his strict workout routine. Sure, he likes looking good, but the appreciative way Viktor’s fingers drag over his muscles is something he didn’t know he was craving.
“Didn’t realize you were so… assertive,” Jayce says with a breathy laugh. Viktor tilts his head. The glimmer in his eyes is scary .
“Oh, fešák,” he purrs. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
And with that, Viktor pulls away. Jayce is immediately aware of the loss of the small body pressing up against him, and he nearly stumbles away from the door. Viktor snaps his fingers and points to the bed casually, and he begins to tug his shirt over his head.
“Go. Sit.”
He commands Jayce like a dog. It should be insulting. Jayce should look at him, affronted, and refuse to tolerate that.
Maybe he would, if a shot of pure arousal doesn't immediately hit him in the gut like a punch. Jayce swallows. Why is that hot. Why is that so fucking hot . He’s pretty sure he’s never been so hard in his life.
He chooses to indulge first, do introspection later– he fumbles to yank his own shirt over his head and kicks his shorts off as he climbs onto his bed, sitting up and waiting. He wants to be told he did it right, he did a good job, he followed Viktor’s orders– he needs it, needs it like he needs air.
As Viktor strips down without a care in the world, Jayce can see just how small he is. He isn’t particularly short, but he’s thin as a rail, all long angular lines of pale skin dotted with small moles. He unstraps his brace with practiced ease, and when his jeans slide down, Jayce can see the tattoo curling down his abdomen.
Jesus fucking christ.
Lucky you! is written in sharp letters, black and spiking down below the plane of his stomach.
Viktor simply props his cane up against the bed and leans down. He reaches out to barely put his fingertips underneath Jayce’s chin, and that’s all it takes for him to know to tilt his head up and look up at Viktor earnestly. He’s pretty sure he’s pleading with his eyes right now.
“Aren’t you well-behaved,” Viktor muses, and Jayce’s vision actually goes fuzzy for a second, the reward chemicals flowing through his brain so suddenly it feels like whiplash. Jayce nods frantically, licking his lips. Waiting patiently, not daring to speak. Because Viktor hasn’t told him to.
“Someone likes to be a good boy, yes?” Viktor asks, tilting his head, but the smirk on his face says he already knows the answer. Jayce nods so fast he thinks his neck cracks, and Viktor hums, tapping under his chin before withdrawing his hand.
“Then be a good boy and get on your knees.”
Jayce scrambles to comply, turning around and leaning down to rest on his elbows and knees. His heart is beating frantically in his chest, and there’s a tiny voice in the back of his head whispering doubts to him– are you really going to do this? Are you really going to let a guy fuck you?
Viktor’s fingers touch the back of his neck, cool and delicate. They slowly trace down the bumps of his spine, fingers dipping into each ridge.
Yes. Yes, you are definitely going to let a guy fuck you, holy shit.
“How are you feeling down there, fešák? ” Viktor leans over him, chin brushing his shoulder, one hand resting at his tailbone while the other lightly combs through his hair. It’s actually… very sweet. He knows Jayce could get cold feet. He’s waiting, checking.
Okay. He’s starting to see why this guy basically has a fan club.
“Good,” Jayce breathes, and he shifts himself down further, even arching his back so his hips push up into Viktor’s hand. “I’m good.”
“Good,” Viktor repeats back contently, withdrawing his hand. He remains bent over Jayce’s body, one hand absently stroking Jayce’s side for a moment. Light kisses are pressed along the side of his neck, and Jayce’s heart manages to slow to a steady thrumming beat. There's still excitement coursing through him, but it's gentle, more contained.
“Are you going to keep being good for me, Jayce?” Viktor murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of Jayce’s ear, making his breath catch in his chest. Jayce nods, and then Viktor’s teeth scrape at the skin underneath.
“I want to hear you say it,” Viktor growls, and oh, fuck, there it is. Jayce’s breath is shaky as he tries to find his voice again.
“I– I’m going to be good for you,” he replies softly, and the bite mark Viktor left is carefully traced over with his tongue. Without even realizing it, Viktor's hand slid down to Jayce’s ass, and Jayce only notices as he gives it an appreciative squeeze and hums.
“You are just my type, you know that?” Viktor’s fingers move down further, and then there’s the other hand dragging down his stomach, nails scraping along the trail of dark hair. Jayce can feel his cock twitch from that alone. Viktor noses against the back of his neck and finally, his fingers brush the base of Jayce’s cock.
Jayce fucking whimpers.
“Oh, yes. Just my type,” Viktor purrs, and he lightly traces his fingers along the shaft, teasing in the best way possible. For some reason Jayce keeps himself still, eyes squeezing shut and fingers curling into the sheets to keep his hips from jolting forwards.
Viktor wraps his hand around Jayce’s cock just as fingers spread his ass, dragging over his hole, not even pushing in. It’s an odd sensation, but not unpleasant, and Jayce is thoroughly distracted with Viktor’s words. This guy is a master multi-tasker, his hands working in perfect sync, all while he’s pulling Jayce apart at the seams with just his words.
“I like big boys, just like you, that need to be properly fucked,” he continues, voice low and sultry in Jayce’s ear. He can feel the slightly cool sensation of wetness tracing around his rim, and holy fuck, does Viktor just carry lube with him? He can’t even ponder the thought for more than a second, because Viktor brushes his thumb over the head of Jayce’s cock and he nearly loses it, letting out a harsh exhale that ends in a moan.
Viktor’s hand carefully strokes him in slow, even movements, and then he feels a finger press against his rim firmly. It slides inside, and there’s a burn, an unfamiliar stretch that makes Jayce gasp.
“Relax for me,” Viktor says softly, and Jayce takes a deep breath, willing his heart to slow as his cock throbs insistently where Viktor’s fingers are wrapped around it. Viktor pushes in deeper, and he can’t describe it, but– it feels good, the burn, even has him letting out a quiet, pleased sigh.
“That’s it.” His finger carefully pulls back out, and then in again, slowly working his hole open. Jayce doesn’t even realize that he’s rocking back into Viktor’s hand, pushing his ass into the air and trying to take more. A second finger slides in easier, and then a third, and soon Jayce barely notices the light ache there. And then Viktor’s fingers press down, and Jayce’s arms give out.
“Fuck–” He lets out a strangled gasp as Viktor hits something that feels so fucking good curling in his gut and shooting down his spine. It’s a whole different kind of pleasure, overtaking all sensation coming from Viktor’s deft fingers wrapped around his cock.
“There we are,” Viktor hums, as though he isn’t blowing Jayce’s fucking mind from just some fingering, what the fuck. Jayce can feel the bend of his wrist as he pushes his fingers all the way in and starts to press into that spot over and over, working up in speed, and Jayce is reduced to panting and grinding back against his fingers, that whole-body pleasure running through him every time.
Viktor’s fingers curl just right, and Jayce has to bury his head in the sheets to muffle a desperately loud whimper. Suddenly a hand is yanking his hair back, and Viktor’s voice is in his ear again.
“I want to hear every sound, fešák,” he hisses, and Jayce nods frantically, panting and trying to keep his legs from giving out, his cock throbbing at the sudden loss. Viktor loosens his grip on Jayce's hair but doesn’t let go, the tug against his scalp sharp and pleasant in the strangest way. Viktor’s fingers slowly withdraw from his hole, and Jayce clenches around nothing, the emptiness immediately noticeable.
“Don’t worry, I have you,” Viktor murmurs, his hand stroking Jayce’s side again. Jayce can feel the head of his cock nudging up against his hole, and his heart races, stomach twisting with nerves. Viktor leans back over to kiss at his neck again.
“Relax, Jayce. You’re being so good for me,” he whispers, and Jayce nods, forcing his body to sink into the bed, his head dipping as Viktor’s grip on his hair goes slack. There’s a fuzziness to his head, like being high, and then the head of Viktor’s cock finally pushes into him, slow and steady.
It’s a sharp stretch, but not painful– Jayce lets out a weak, shuddering breath, but forces himself to relax as Viktor murmurs quiet praises into his ear, the words washing over him as a thumb rubs over the head of his cock. Once the tip pushes past his rim, the rest of Viktor’s cock slides smoothly inside, and Jayce feels Viktor’s sharp hips pressing against his ass.
“Oh,” he breathes. He’s full. Viktor may be small and lanky, but that obnoxious saying about skinny guys is apparently true– Jayce is very full. It feels good, like there was an absence all along, like he’s been waiting this whole time to be filled up with cock.
“How does that feel, hm?” Viktor murmurs from behind him, and Jayce squeezes his thighs to keep them from shaking.
“G-good,” Jayce manages to pant out. “I… I want more,” he whispers throatily.
Viktor moans quietly from behind him, and he rolls his hips, nudging down into that same spot with more pressure than his fingers could achieve, sending Jayce into an immediate echo of his sound.
“So good, asking for what you want,” Viktor says breathlessly, and then he starts to really move. His hips snap against Jayce’s and his cock hits deep, rubbing over and over with ease right where Jayce wants it. His entire body is on fire, sparks dancing under his skin, and he scrabbles at the sheets as Viktor starts to really thrust into him, a hand still wrapped around his cock and stroking it in time.
“Oh, god, oh, f–fuck, Viktor, please–” Jayce whines, his voice higher than he thought possible. Viktor's chest is pressed to his back, teeth nipping at his neck, and Jayce can feel the coil tightening in his stomach faster than he’s ever experienced. He’s dizzy with it all, the world a blur of colors and sound, all sensation focused right where Viktor’s cock rubs inside of him.
“You’re taking my cock so well, Jayce.” Viktor is panting now, little huffs of breath, but still sounding so self-satisfied, still making that praise he’s draping all over Jayce feel like a true reward. Jayce just nods, unable to do anything but rock back against Viktor and let out soft moans with every hit to that spot, a constant stream of “ah, ah, ah,” coming uncontrolled from his throat.
Jayce is so close he can feel his legs tremble, his heart fluttering in his chest, clenching over and over around Viktor’s hard length inside of him. His mouth opens and suddenly he’s babbling, unable to stop the words from flowing.
“‘s so good, so good, fuck me- fuck me, oh god yes, I– I’m gonna cum, I’m g-gonna–”
Before he can finish, Viktor’s hand suddenly wraps around the base of his cock and squeezes. Jayce’s voice peters out with a moan that’s nearly a shout, trailing off into a weak whimper. Viktor’s hips haven’t stopped, still steadily thrusting into him, but slower, rubbing deep circles that have Jayce nearly choking on his own gasps.
“Good boys ask to cum,” Viktor pants, his voice sharp, and Jayce shuts his eyes tight, the words sending a flare of heat straight through him.
“Fuck– please, pleasepleaseplease–” Jayce begs, tears actually prickling in his eyes as Viktor just squeezes his cock tighter.
“Please, what?” Viktor purrs viciously in his ear, his thumb brushing over the head over Jayce’s cock as he grinds his hips in deep circles. Jayce whines, loud and long and breathless.
“P–please let me cum,” he whispers back.
“What was that?” Viktor's voice is far too steady for someone who has started rocking back into Jayce with rapid, deep thrusts that have his hips jolting with every movement.
“Please, p-please let me cum, Viktor, please,” Jayce pleads, uncaring of his voice sounding so desperate and whiny. Viktor hums again, considering, and his grip shifts slightly around Jayce’s cock. He even stills his hips, which has Jayce burying his head into the pillow and choking on a sob.
Without warning, Viktor’s hand slides up his dick and his grip loosens, and he slams into Jayce, who is gasping over and over, his body barely able to support himself as he’s fucked hard into the mattress. Viktor does something with the angle of his hips that has the head of his cock nailing Jayce’s sweet spot relentlessly, and now his ears are ringing. Viktor leans back over him and yanks Jayce’s head back by his hair. His voice is just a whisper in Jayce’s ear, and it's of the sweetest words Jayce has ever heard.
“Be a good boy and cum for me, Jayce.”
That’s all it takes. Jayce’s head goes limp in Viktor’s grasp, his back arched as his thighs tremble and nearly collapse into the bed with a loud sob. He’s seeing stars flashing in his eyes, his head completely filled with static. A long, hoarse moan involuntarily crawls out of his throat as Viktor continues to pound into him while he cums nearly untouched, spurting all over his sheets. Jayce has never cum this hard in his fucking life, never felt pleasure like this where it was all-consuming, swallowing him whole. He’s been reduced to gasping for air through little whines, and it just doesn’t stop, even as he hears Viktor groan on top of him. The warm feeling of cum filling him is strange and new, but he likes it- fuck, he really likes it. He can feel fluid dripping down his ass to his thighs, and as Viktor slowly pulls out, he whimpers at the loss.
The hand in his hair releases and his head falls to the bed, face buried in the sheets. His body takes this as the sign to finally collapse, knees buckling and elbows giving out, so he falls flat onto the bed. After a moment, fingers trail down his back and stroke over his sides. Viktor shifts above him, and then Jayce feels a dip in the bed, one hand wrapping smoothly around his waist and the other pushing his sweaty hair off his forehead.
“How was that, fešák?” Viktor murmurs, breath warm against Jayce’s ear. Jayce just laughs hoarsely and manages to shake his head.
“Jesus… fucking… christ,” he replies breathlessly. Viktor chuckles from behind him, and Jayce can feel the pleasant vibration against his back. Lips press against his neck, and his hair is combed through again with slim fingers.
“Who would have thought that you can whimper so beautifully,” Viktor murmurs contently, and Jayce almost chokes on his own breath again.
“I think I might die if we do a round two,” Jayce pants, and Viktor chuckles again.
“Mmm. Do not worry. I wouldn’t put you through that. I wouldn’t want you to be wheelchair-bound tomorrow.”
Jayce can only faintly feel the ache between his legs right now, but it dawns on him that he’s absolutely going to have to call out of practice tomorrow. Dear god, he’s going to be limping around all day because this wisp of a man fucked him into the mattress so hard he nearly passed out.
And, you know what? He does not regret a single fucking thing.
“Viktor!”
Viktor turns away from Sky, who tilts her head to catch sight of Jayce jogging across the grass.
“Hello, Jayce,” he says with a laugh. Jayce is actively panting and drenched with sweat, and he sheepishly wipes the sweat from his brow.
“Sorry, I’m totally gross right now, I was on a run,” he pants, grinning as he yanks his earbuds out. “Hey you two. How’s the TA-ship going?”
Sky groans, putting her head in one hand, and Viktor glances between her and Jayce with a smile. “That sums it up. Heimer is… a lot.”
“Man. I’ll try to sweet talk him a bit. You deserve that spot more than anyone.” Jayce steps forwards to knock Viktor with his shoulder gently, and Viktor smiles sheepishly.
“My favorite nepotism advocate,” he coos, and Jayce ducks his head, rubbing the back of his neck as he blushes shamelessly. Sky just giggles from beside Viktor.
“Anyways, I should go, I gotta shower before my brotherhood meeting. Good to see you guys,” Jayce says with a grin, reaching out to squeeze Viktor’s shoulder.
“Goodbye, Jayce,” Viktor says with a huff of amusement.
“See you later!” Sky echoes, and their paths diverge.
As Jayce jogs away, he realizes Cait is walking down the same path with her bag slung over her shoulder. She’s looking at him, and as he raises his hand to throw her a quick wave, he realizes she’s laughing.
He heads over to her, looking at her quizzically as he slows down, stopping in front of her to open his water bottle and take a sip. “Hey, what’s so funny?”
“You,” she says through laughter. “Jayce. You’re part of the official Viktor fuck-club now, aren’t you?”
Jayce chokes on his water, and she has to whack him on the back through her laughter as he coughs it out.
“I refuse to confirm or deny,” he wheezes.
Unfortunately, she is totally right.
But fortunately, it is a club that Jayce is very happy to be a participating member of.