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“You are a what?”
They were in the kitchen to their shared apartment. Viktor was sitting by the kitchen table, his mouth hanging open in surprise, the bowl of cereal in front of him completely forgotten.
Jayce’s voice was oddly muffled when he responded, caused by the fact that he currently had his head inside of the fridge, face concealed by the door. “A virgin?”
Viktor let his gaze slide over his room mate’s toned body. Jayce was on his way to the gym after their shared class, so he was wearing a pair of red shorts and a gray marbled tank top. He admired Jayce’s physique, his broad back and thick thighs. “You cannot possibly expect me to believe that.”
Jayce straightened, holding a carton of milk in his hand. “Why is that so hard to believe?” He shrugged his shoulders, the corners of his mouth pulling downwards. “I mean, I’ve done like… hand stuff, but I spend all my time studying or in the gym.”
Viktor had to bite his tongue not to say something that would probably be way too forward and put them both in an incredibly awkward position. He managed to get his face under control enough to instead just cough into the back of his hand. “No reason in particular.”
Jayce just gave Viktor a weird look before he lifted the milk jug to his mouth and drank deeply.
Viktor was transfixed by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed with every swallow. When a trail of milk escaped the corner of Jayce’s mouth and trickled down his chin, Viktor’s mind went nowhere appropriate, suddenly feeling hot all over.
“Oh, shit-!” Jayce wiped the escaping white liquid off his chin, and Viktor quickly looked away in an attempt to make it not-so-extremely-obvious that he had been staring. He didn’t dare looking back at his totally platonic roommate until he heard the sound of the fridge door closing. He watched Jayce shove a notebook into a gym bag before slinging it over his shoulder.
“See you later!” Jayce said with a wide smile before heading out of the kitchen. A few moments later, the sound of the front door opening and closing could be heard, and Viktor was alone.
/
Viktor wasn’t sure what had come over him. One of Jayce’s shirts had been hanging out of his laundry basket. Viktor had seen him wearing it earlier in the day when coming home from class, before he had changed into his gym outfit and headed back out.
Before he had casually mentioned being a virgin to Viktor.
Before Viktor had had the time to think about what he was doing, he had snatched the shirt and hurried, like some sort of thief in the night, back to his room. The fact that he was most definitely alone in the apartment didn’t matter - his heart had been pounding like he had just committed a heist. In some sort of half-panicked state he shoved the shirt under his pillow and sat down by his desk. He had studying to do, and he tried, he really tried, to focus on anything but the fact that he had just stolen one of his room mate’s dirty shirts. It was fruitless, however. The words blurred together, he kept reading the same paragraphs over and over, and he couldn’t remember a single piece of information.
Eventually, he gave up and closed his notebook. He headed over to his bed and sat down on it before pulling out the shirt and holding it up. A black shirt, with the logo of PILTOVER UNIVERSITY emblazoned across the chest.
A hot wave of shame rolled over him as he held the shirt up to his nose and inhaled deeply.
The very distinct smell of Jayce, one that he knew immediately to be his roommate, flooded his nostrils. It was the cologne he wore mixed with a muskier, sharper smell.
Viktor was completely helpless against how the scent made his blood surge immediately to between his legs, causing an erection to start growing against his slacks.
Guilt immediately cut through Viktor’s stomach like a knife. He tilted his head down, pressed the shirt against his forehead, and screwed his eyes shut. He pressed the heel of his hand against his erection in an effort to push it back down, as if applying pressure would make it go away.
He couldn’t. He couldn’t.
…could he?
It’s not like Jayce would ever find out. A victimless crime. He could just… put the shirt back in the laundry basket after and Jayce would be none the wiser.
Viktor laid down on his back, carefully stretching his legs out. He held the shirt up to his nose and inhaled deeply again, his nostrils once again filling with the masculine, attractive, intoxicating scent of Jayce Talis.
His cock filled out further, and he reached into his pants to pull it out. It was hard and firm in his palm, and he started to pump his hand over it with slow, even strokes, root to tip. At first, he didn’t think about anything particular. He normally didn’t let his fantasies stray too far while jerking himself off. He much preferred pleasure with a partner, masturbating by himself way more of a maintenance task than anything else, but this time it was different. He took his time, let his mind wander. To different sexual encounters he’d had, to things he sometimes would fantasize about but never had done in real life.
The image of Jayce looking up at him, eyes all glossy with pleasure and wonder, suddenly came to him, and a lightning of pleasure struck him in his very core. A gasped moan was punched out of him at the thought.
“Ah..!”
Oh, Jayce would be so eager to please. To Learn. To want to be a good student. And oh, Viktor would be more than happy to teach him.
A deliriously horny thought just struck him, and he let go of his cock. Without thinking, high on endorphins, he reached for his phone, typed out a quick message, and pressed send. Then, he immediately locked it and put it back on the bedside table before reaching for the lotion inside the uppermost drawer. He squeezed out a sizeable dollop in the middle of his palm before once again fisting his cock. He slicked it up with a few pumps of his hand, the slide smooth, and it didn’t take very long until the lotion had warmed up in his grip.
He could be so many of Jayce’s firsts. Jayce had mentioned that he’d done hand stuff, so that was already accounted for. There was a sudden hot little hot flare of jealousy at the pit of Viktor stomach at that fact before he moved on to the first he could be.
First blow job. He kept stroking himself, bucking his hips up into the tight channel of his fist. He imagined it was Jayce’s mouth, soft and pliant and perfect as he did his best to suck Viktor off. He had never done it before, but he tried his best. He always tried his best, and his mouth would feel like heaven.
Would he like being praised? Being told how good he was doing, how fast he was learning, how well he sucked cock despite having no previous experience? Oh, Viktor could definitely do that. He could talk Jayce through it, he could teach him and instruct him on how to relax his throat, he could teach Jayce exactly how he liked it done.
Then, Viktor could demonstrate how a proper blowjob was supposed to look like. He bit down on his lower lip as he imagined Jayce grabbing at the sheets below him, moaning helplessly as Viktor took him all the way down his throat. He was sure Jayce’s cock would be big, but he was just as sure that he would be able to swallow him down fully. He would suck until Jayce was trembling with pleasure, begging for Viktor to please, let me come.
Viktor would deny him, tell him that he wasn’t allowed to yet, but Jayce wouldn’t be able to hold back. He would come anyways, unable to stop himself from coming all over himself, too inexperienced to fully be in control of his own pleasure. Maybe, he would tell Viktor he was sorry for coming despite being told no. Maybe he would promise Viktor he would make it up to him, whatever Viktor wanted.
Viktor hissed and bucked up into his hand, swiped his thumb across the heard, slick with precum. His breathing was becoming labored, and he threw his arm across his face, burying it in his bicep. He still clutched Jayce’s shirt in his hand.
Would Jayce want to fuck him? He would very much like to be fucked by Jayce. They would take it slow, because Jayce would be nearly overwhelmed by the feeling of being inside someone for the first time. He would clutch at Viktor’s hips, pant and whine is his ear as he got closer to climax-
Viktor’s own pleasure was starting crescendo, his stomach muscles coiling and tightening.
Would Jayce want to be fucked, writhing with pleasure as Viktor filled him with his cock?
The though made Viktor come so hard and so suddenly that he saw stars. He came with a long, high pitched whine, muffled where he bit down on his own bicep. He arched off the bed and painted himself in long, thick spurts, his cock pulsating rhythmically in his grip. He came all over his shirt, up on his chest, and one spurt even hit his chin.
/
Jayce had moved on to the treadmill at the gym. He had placed his textbook at the shelf at the front of the treadmill and was using the time to study. Building his physique had never been the reason for going to the gym. It was more of a side effect, because he just liked getting his body moving since it made it easier to think.
Jayce’s phone, placed on the shelf at the front of the treadmill next to his book, lit up up the notification of a text message. He picked up his phone to check, and his eyebrows rose high up on high forehead.
/
When the horny endorphins had left Viktor’s body, reality dawned on him. With Jayce’s shirt still in hand, he picked up his phone and went into his messages. The bottom of his stomach dropped into his ass when he saw his own words staring back at him.
Text message to Jayce:
I can help you lose your virginity
/
The next morning, Viktor was once again seated by the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal. He was hoping to finish up and head out the door before Jayce woke up, not at all prepared to face his roommate yet. He just needed to finish the very last of his breakfast and then-
As if on cue, that’s when Jayce decided to walk into the kitchen.
“Morning,” Jayce said and headed straight for the fridge.
Viktor tried steeling himself, preparing himself to explain the text message. To come up with some sort of excuse. Perhaps it wasn’t that bad. He could pretend that he had accidentally sent the message to the wrong person. It wasn’t obvious that he was suggesting they’d sleep together. Maybe he could explain it with him knowing someone else that would be willing to sleep with Jayce to lose his virginity?
…perhaps he could plead temporary insanity. Sudden onset of horny-induced psychosis.
“Did you do my laundry yesterday?”
Viktor was pulled out of his spiraling thoughts by Jayce’s question.
“Ah, eh, yes. I was doing a load of my own laundry and I added some of your things to fill up the last bit.”
“Nice, thank you.”
A cloyingly thick, heavy silence settled between them. Viktor wanted to sink through the floor. He focused on finishing his cereal, and was just about done when Jayce suddenly broke the silence.
“I’m not gay,” he said, and Viktor winced internally.
“Jayce, we can just forget about the whole, eh, message thing. Pretend it never happened.”
“I’m not gay,” Jayce repeats. “But… I might just be bi.”
Viktor held his breath.
“And… I might just be up for losing my virginity with you.”