Jayce Talis (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
boyofprogress) wrote2025-04-15 01:17 am
boyofprogress) wrote2025-04-15 01:17 am
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closed rp for [recursiveimpulse]
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in all timelines
in all possibilities
only you can show me this
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closed rp for
recursiveimpulse...
in all timelines
in all possibilities
only you can show me this
...
closed rp for
recursiveimpulseEager. Note to self - I need to be careful how I word anything that might sound like a request.
But even while he's thinking that, watching Jayce light up, he's smiling. They make such an odd pair, really. Jayce is bright and friendly and earnest, determined in a way that suggested that the world hadn't QUITE jaded him just yet.
It's nice, actually.
"If you like - and only if it is no trouble," he adds, waggling one finger in emphasis.
But even while he's thinking that, watching Jayce light up, he's smiling. They make such an odd pair, really. Jayce is bright and friendly and earnest, determined in a way that suggested that the world hadn't QUITE jaded him just yet.
It's nice, actually.
"If you like - and only if it is no trouble," he adds, waggling one finger in emphasis.
Jayce happily takes his partner's weight, letting Viktor lean into him as much as he wants to right now. As much as he needs.
Jayce's hands are everywhere, greedily exploring Viktor's body like this might be the last time he gets to touch him like this. Now cupping those birdskull shoulder blades, now sliding down his back, feeling the outline of the brace underneath his clothing, finally settling with one hand against the middle of his back and one against the slight curve of his ass.
He's making noises, he realizes faintly. Little sighs and whines as his hands explore Viktor's body and they work on claiming each other's mouths.
Jayce's hands are everywhere, greedily exploring Viktor's body like this might be the last time he gets to touch him like this. Now cupping those birdskull shoulder blades, now sliding down his back, feeling the outline of the brace underneath his clothing, finally settling with one hand against the middle of his back and one against the slight curve of his ass.
He's making noises, he realizes faintly. Little sighs and whines as his hands explore Viktor's body and they work on claiming each other's mouths.
"No trouble at all. She'll be excited to learn she has a second person to spoil. I should bring some of her food to work, at some point. You'd be doing me a favour, taking it off my hands. I foist some of it off on a few of the other students, sometimes, but I have loads."
He realizes he's rambling again and ducks his head, looking sheepish. "Sorry, um. You just feel really easy to talk to." Which is the truth. Even just writing equations with Viktor, it feels like they're starting to finish each other's thoughts. It's incredible, and a little bit frightening. The idea of someone being in his mind like that.
He realizes he's rambling again and ducks his head, looking sheepish. "Sorry, um. You just feel really easy to talk to." Which is the truth. Even just writing equations with Viktor, it feels like they're starting to finish each other's thoughts. It's incredible, and a little bit frightening. The idea of someone being in his mind like that.
"She sounds lovely." It could be dismissive - but there's no irony this time, nothing wry in the tone. He's being quite sincere. After all, Jayce had to get it from SOMEWHERE, right?
But the second part?
Viktor blinks owlishly.
"...You...really think so?" But he's smiling, all the same. He's been told either that he blends seamlessly into the background or that he is intimidating - but being told he's easy to talk to? That's new.
"It is...nice to have someone who is interested in talking to me."
But the second part?
Viktor blinks owlishly.
"...You...really think so?" But he's smiling, all the same. He's been told either that he blends seamlessly into the background or that he is intimidating - but being told he's easy to talk to? That's new.
"It is...nice to have someone who is interested in talking to me."
Edited 2025-05-16 07:09 (UTC)
It's...vulnerable, for Viktor to be doing this. Even drunk as he is, part of him is still all-too-aware of just how fragile he must feel under Jayce's hands - at the contours of his ribs being a little too obvious, at the shape of bolt and brace that proves his failing body.
But at least there's nothing wrong with his ass. He's fine with the hand there.
He's fine with the noises, too. They're encouraging, and...well, kind of cute. Viktor finds himself wanting to hear more of them, and so his own hands slide up Jayce's strong back, pulling back just enough from the kiss to nip experimentally at the other man's bottom lip.
But at least there's nothing wrong with his ass. He's fine with the hand there.
He's fine with the noises, too. They're encouraging, and...well, kind of cute. Viktor finds himself wanting to hear more of them, and so his own hands slide up Jayce's strong back, pulling back just enough from the kiss to nip experimentally at the other man's bottom lip.
"Well, you're interesting. Why wouldn't I be interested in talking to you? But I -- " he laughs a little, and holds his hands up before Viktor can protest. "I won't start complimenting you again, don't worry.
I'm just saying I think we work well together. Our interests match."
I'm just saying I think we work well together. Our interests match."
He loves it. He loves how perfectly Viktor fits into his hands, the way their bodies slot together just so, like they were two unlikely puzzle pieces made to fit. Viktor's straight lines and Jayce's curves somehow complimenting each other.
The nip is -- good, fuck, and Jayce makes some sort of affirming sound, squeezing Viktor's ass and trying to pull him closer, in response. Yes, that. Do that again.
The nip is -- good, fuck, and Jayce makes some sort of affirming sound, squeezing Viktor's ass and trying to pull him closer, in response. Yes, that. Do that again.
And speaking of curves and fitting together - being pulled in tighter pushes Viktor's packer firmly against him, and he lets out a little gasp into Jayce's mouth, his hands raking up to card through the back of his hair.
The more he whines, the more Viktor is encouraged to push, which...isn't an impulse he's gotten to indulge in a while.
This is a bad idea, professionally.
But the series of martinis that he's had is telling him otherwise.
The more he whines, the more Viktor is encouraged to push, which...isn't an impulse he's gotten to indulge in a while.
This is a bad idea, professionally.
But the series of martinis that he's had is telling him otherwise.
It catches Viktor off-guard to be called interesting - faintly, his cheeks burn, in spite of his best efforts to keep himself composed. One hand finds the back of his own hair, twirling and twining it between his fingers. A peek behind that wry curtain to something...shy.
"Well - thank you. I agree. I don't think I have ever worked on anything even half as interesting as what we are doing now."
"Well - thank you. I agree. I don't think I have ever worked on anything even half as interesting as what we are doing now."
It's a terrible idea, professionally.
But currently, his higher brain functions are rather firmly erased by a mix of alcohol and lust, and the feeling of Viktor pressed against him. And then, he realizes, the feeling of Viktor pressed against him, and he groans at the sensation.
Still, he's greedy for more. He wants something, feeling restless and needy and without warning, he grips the backs of Viktor's thighs and turns the two of them to set Viktor on the edge of the closest desk, standing between his legs.
His hands tug uselessly at Viktor's shirt in a messy attempt to untuck it, and he smears his mouth over the sharp angle of Viktor's jaw. "Fuck you are so hot."
But currently, his higher brain functions are rather firmly erased by a mix of alcohol and lust, and the feeling of Viktor pressed against him. And then, he realizes, the feeling of Viktor pressed against him, and he groans at the sensation.
Still, he's greedy for more. He wants something, feeling restless and needy and without warning, he grips the backs of Viktor's thighs and turns the two of them to set Viktor on the edge of the closest desk, standing between his legs.
His hands tug uselessly at Viktor's shirt in a messy attempt to untuck it, and he smears his mouth over the sharp angle of Viktor's jaw. "Fuck you are so hot."
Oh. Well, then, that answers questions of continued consent for a moment or two, now doesn't it?
There's something in Viktor, deep down - a tendency that doesn't normally get indulged...but now? Now, he's being picked up and praised by a man so much bigger than him, and that tendency is greedy for more attention.
"You think so?" It's half-gasped, half-purred. He's made up his mind. He takes the risk, his hand wrenching and YANKING Jayce's hair backward to look him in the eye, gaze burning.
"Then be a good boy and pay attention to what you are trying to do."
There's something in Viktor, deep down - a tendency that doesn't normally get indulged...but now? Now, he's being picked up and praised by a man so much bigger than him, and that tendency is greedy for more attention.
"You think so?" It's half-gasped, half-purred. He's made up his mind. He takes the risk, his hand wrenching and YANKING Jayce's hair backward to look him in the eye, gaze burning.
"Then be a good boy and pay attention to what you are trying to do."
Viktor's eyes are like embers as they burn into him, smoldering. Bright with intent, with command, and Jayce can't remember the last time he'd gotten this hard this fast. The hand in his hair, the sharp pull hits just right and he stares back down at his partner, lips parted and breath panting.
"Yeah," he says, dumbly. Trying to remember what he was even trying to do in the first place. Right -- Viktor's shirt. And his fifteen fucking vests. It's a struggle, but he manages to get his hands to cooperate and work together and start unbuttoning the first layer, starting at the bottom and working his way up. "Fuck, yeah."
"Yeah," he says, dumbly. Trying to remember what he was even trying to do in the first place. Right -- Viktor's shirt. And his fifteen fucking vests. It's a struggle, but he manages to get his hands to cooperate and work together and start unbuttoning the first layer, starting at the bottom and working his way up. "Fuck, yeah."
Viktor's head swims a little. The rush of heat as he watches Jayce obey him so readily, so eagerly - it has him wet enough that his packer shifting against him is starting to make him pant and flush.
He still knows he'll have to explain, but - not yet. Not yet, while Jayce is being so accomodating.
"If I didn't know better," he purrs, his voice low and rumbling, "I might think that you get off on being a good boy, Jayce."
He still knows he'll have to explain, but - not yet. Not yet, while Jayce is being so accomodating.
"If I didn't know better," he purrs, his voice low and rumbling, "I might think that you get off on being a good boy, Jayce."
"Only if I'm yours." The answer comes fast and easy and a little breathless, his fingers trembling as he finishes unbuttoning the vest and starts in on the shirt, taking the same path bottom to top.
Gods, how long has he been waiting for this? Maybe not the first night they met, but not long after. There's been a tension between them, almost physically tangible, and Jayce is hoping they can start to resolve it tonight.
Viktor's tie is still there, but it's fine. He can take care of that in a second. If Viktor tells him to.
Gods, how long has he been waiting for this? Maybe not the first night they met, but not long after. There's been a tension between them, almost physically tangible, and Jayce is hoping they can start to resolve it tonight.
Viktor's tie is still there, but it's fine. He can take care of that in a second. If Viktor tells him to.
"It has so much potential," he agrees eagerly, pushing past the fluttering in his stomach at the sight of Viktor playing with his hair like that. A sweet, shy sort of gesture that hints at a little vulnerability.
"So many applications, if we can pull everything together like we've been wanting to."
"So many applications, if we can pull everything together like we've been wanting to."
"Let's see how you do, then." It feels like such a rush, leaning into this kind of play - but like so many things in their work already, it seems that Jayce fits seamlessly in the spaces where Viktor does not.
He tries not to flinch or look away as his shirt is opened - the scars on his chest are not so pronounced, compared to what his back looks like, so perhaps it will all keep sliding by.
(He could just tell him. But he's been burned before, and if it's going to happen again, he may as well have what fun he can first.)
"Your precision is still pretty good...even with your hands shaking."
He tries not to flinch or look away as his shirt is opened - the scars on his chest are not so pronounced, compared to what his back looks like, so perhaps it will all keep sliding by.
(He could just tell him. But he's been burned before, and if it's going to happen again, he may as well have what fun he can first.)
"Your precision is still pretty good...even with your hands shaking."
"Yes, absolutely!" Back onto solid ground, onto topics that make sense and don't make him dizzy to think too hard about.
"Absolutely. And I think - I think we really have a strong first direction to develop in, with this....this acceleration rune of yours. If we can just begin with getting...a pen, say, across the lab, then...why not a person across the town, or...?"
"Absolutely. And I think - I think we really have a strong first direction to develop in, with this....this acceleration rune of yours. If we can just begin with getting...a pen, say, across the lab, then...why not a person across the town, or...?"
The scars don't register for what they actually are; because of the leg and back braces, Jayce assumes Viktor has plenty of scars, perhaps from past treatments, or from the wear of leather and metal against skin.
No, he's more focused, in this moment, on that gap in the leather at the bottom of Viktor's ribcage, where his skin is visible. Accessible, even, and Jayce's hands fit in that space as if magnetized. Viktor's skin is cooler than his, but Jayce tends to run hot, anyway.
"My hands are shaking because I want you so damned bad," he sighs, giving Viktor a nervous but oh-so-eager smile. "What next?"
No, he's more focused, in this moment, on that gap in the leather at the bottom of Viktor's ribcage, where his skin is visible. Accessible, even, and Jayce's hands fit in that space as if magnetized. Viktor's skin is cooler than his, but Jayce tends to run hot, anyway.
"My hands are shaking because I want you so damned bad," he sighs, giving Viktor a nervous but oh-so-eager smile. "What next?"
"Yes!" He nods his agreement, moving back to the chalkboard to look at Viktor's equation. Trying to work out the next steps. "Start with something small, something easy. Perfect it on a small scale, make sure we have the sequencing correct before we move on to bigger tests."
He grins over his shoulder at Viktor, his tone light. Excited, easy. "Do you think the Professor will let us borrow his poro for live testing?" he jokes.
He grins over his shoulder at Viktor, his tone light. Excited, easy. "Do you think the Professor will let us borrow his poro for live testing?" he jokes.
That comment actually gets a breathless laugh out of Viktor - it's almost giddy, accompanied by a little wrinkle of the nose. It feels sort of nice to be objectified.
"Good boy. The pants next."
He has to say it soon.
Just...not yet.
"Good boy. The pants next."
He has to say it soon.
Just...not yet.
Oh Janna's mercy, yes. Jayce lets out a whine, his fingers pressing briefly against Viktor's sides while he gathers himself enough to attend to the task at hand.
He leans in to brush their mouths together, one hand sliding between them to press his palm against the front of Viktor's fly -- and he pauses. He was expecting heat and firm flesh, but that isn't what he's feeling. Not exactly, anyway.
Jayce pulls back with a puzzled expression, raising his eyebrows at Viktor. "Wh -- "
He leans in to brush their mouths together, one hand sliding between them to press his palm against the front of Viktor's fly -- and he pauses. He was expecting heat and firm flesh, but that isn't what he's feeling. Not exactly, anyway.
Jayce pulls back with a puzzled expression, raising his eyebrows at Viktor. "Wh -- "
...Shit. Okay, maybe he should have said it a little sooner.
His brows pinch together, expression apologetic. "...Uh, Jayce, there is - since we are doing this,n there is...something about my body that you...should know ahead of time."
His brows pinch together, expression apologetic. "...Uh, Jayce, there is - since we are doing this,n there is...something about my body that you...should know ahead of time."
Oh, that expression tugs at his heart a little, and Jayce rests his hands against Viktor's hips again, nosing at his cheek in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. "Anything, okay? I'm not going anywhere."
Ugh, how can he be so nice?
He blushes deeper, watching the other man up through his eyelashes with nervous eyes.
"...Well...I...the truth is, Jayce, that I was...born...incorrectly."
He blushes deeper, watching the other man up through his eyelashes with nervous eyes.
"...Well...I...the truth is, Jayce, that I was...born...incorrectly."
"... I know," he answers, brow furrowing in confusion. His left hand moves down to settle just above Viktor's knee, his thumb tracing over the top of the brace.
"Your leg turns in a bit, I think you said? So it needs correcting."
"Your leg turns in a bit, I think you said? So it needs correcting."
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