boyofprogress | closed rp for [recursiveimpulse]

Getting to know Jayce has been - nice. Their friendship had been almost instantaneous, blazing like fire across oil, and Viktor isn't sure he's ever had this much fun. Something he didn't know he was missing.

Their work is coming along nicely - nicely enough that he was willing to put things down to go get some dinner and a celebratory drink.

Or two. Or three. Or five.

Now it's giggling madly that Viktor unlocks the laboratory doors very late at night, swaying against his cane. This is a great idea. They both have so much energy and motivation right now, they simply HAVE to get some of it down in their notes.

He teeters and nearly falls into his nearby partner, snorting a little bit - but the door swings open, at least. He grins up mischievously, his gaunt face flushed deep around his nose and cheeks.

"After you, MISTER Talis."

Working with Viktor has honestly been kind of a dream. There's such a connection between them, it's almost like they're living in each other's brains, which is amazing. One can start an equation and the other can finish it.

Which is why, when Viktor suggests dinner, Jayce takes him to his favourite little hole in the wall spot. Amazing food and generously poured drinks. Maybe a little too generous, he's starting to realize as he leans against the door Viktor is unlocking.

But they have too many ideas to discuss! They can't stop now, certainly, and Jayce tumbles into the lab with a laugh, shushing himself quickly. "Happily, Mister... Viktor. You don't -- there's nothing after Viktor, right? Yeah, yes."

This is definitely the drunkest he has been in someone else's company in...a long time. Perhaps ever. It makes him a little looser with his boundaries, using Jayce as a handrail without a second thought as he plows over to a fresh chalkboard.

"Yes! Yes. Just Viktor. I...hah, I am drunk, I think. But I feel good. Full of ideas. Don't you?"

Impulsively, he opens the front of his vest. Letting a little loose. FEELING a little loose, if he's honest.

"Mister Viktor," Jayce affirms, laughing a little but holding still as Viktor steadies himself against him to make his way to the chalkboard. "Here! Here." He grabs a chair and rolls it over, so Viktor can sit, if he wants. Or lean on it, anyway.

"I am definitely both of those things. Also..." If there was an end to the sentence, he's forgotten it, because he's now trying to remember the last time he'd seen Viktor with his vest undone like that and rapidly realizing that the answer is perhaps never.

"Yes, good. For sure good. I could go all night," he assures his companion, but it's mostly true. A little wobbly, but in a very good mood.

Viktor half-kneels on the offered chair in front of the board, scribbling some calculations in lopsided scrawl.

But that choice of words Jayce uses makes him stop in his tracks.

He looks over first in surprise and then in... something else. Jayce is looking and feeling so. Sturdy. His face flushes a little deeper as he realizes that his body is responding before he can shift away from the thought.

He hopes Jayce doesn't notice his thighs starting to quiver. This is a terrible idea.

"Hah. Could you really? Go all night?"

Jayce squints a little to try to bring the equation more into focus, but his gaze wanders to the hand writing the equation instead. Viktor's hands are so damned delicate. Everything about him is slender and lovely, and he could watch his hands work for hours. It's really unfair, and Jayce keeps staring at the lean lines of his body, thinking --

"I bet I could get my hands around his waist."

Uh. Oh no. That was definitely meant to be in his head, still. Was it out loud? Maybe Viktor won't notice. "I mean, sure. I feel great right now. What's your idea? What're we -- what's the project."

"What?"

Okay, his mind cannot possibly be that far in the gutter. He HAS to have misheard.

His mouth feels dry.

"What was that first thing?"

"No! Uh." He's an idiot. He needs to focus on the work they have planned, and not Viktor's adorable beauty mark at the corner of his mouth, or the way his nose scrunches a little when he concentrates.

"Misspoke, it's nothing. Tell me your idea?" His hand is on the back of the chair that Viktor is kneeling on, and he keeps leaning into his partner's space even more than he usually does.

"Nono, I - thought I heard you say something about...."

Jayce is close. He smells really good. Heat starts to bloom in places difficult to ignore. Viktor squeezes his thighs together a little. This is a mistake. It feels too good. He flushes deeper, breathing a little harder.

Uh-oh.

"...About your hands around my waist?"

That little stuttered nono is one of his favourite noises that Viktor makes. Right after his either considering or condescending (depending on the situation) eehn sound.

He is in so much trouble, isn't it?

Viktor is leaning close, and from this distance it's easier to see the flush in his cheeks and oh gods, okay, he has exactly one chance at this, and he absolutely needs to not fuck it up. So he works to rephrase what he said into something hopefully intelligent sounding and lands on --

"Just that if I wrote out the equation to measure the circumference of your waist, and compared it to the one measuring the span of my hands, I think they'd match almost perfectly."

...Well huh. That was more upfront than he had expected.

He can give back just as well.

"Why hypothesize? We can test the theory right now."

Without missing a beat, he stands with his arms out, swaying slightly on his feet under the muzzy haze of the alcohol.

His smile kind of looks like a challenge.

Oh sweet Janna, he is in so much trouble, isn't he? Viktor is standing (mostly) in front of him, arms out like he's about to be measured for a new suit, or something similar.

He's barely breathing as he reaches out, setting his thumbs against Viktor's stomach, letting his hands settle at the slimmest part of his waist. Carefully, staring down at his hands rather than dare to look Viktor in the eye, he wraps his fingers around him. And, sure enough, his middle fingers just about meet at the small of Viktor's back.

"Love it when a hypothesis is proven right," he manages to mumble, heart hammering against his chest.

And that's that. Viktor sets his jaw, trying to hold still while he can feel himself starting to get...well, wet.

He's got a decision to make here. And he knows that it has to be him, because Jayce will absolutely not.

He could pull away. Put an end to this here and now.

Meh.

Instead, his hands reach out to find Jayce's biceps, watching the paths his fingertips take to commit the contour to touch and memory both. Humming approvingly.

"You're huge, you know."

He can't even hide the undercurrent of want in that statement.

"I'm in the forges a lot." It sounds stupid the moment it leaves his mouth, because Viktor's all too light touch is leaving lines of fire in its wake and his eyes are still fixed on his hands around Viktor's waist.

He should stop touching Viktor.

He doesn't want to. He can't, it feels like his hands are fused there. They fit together perfectly and it's making Jayce salivate, thinking of all the other ways they could fit.

"Mm," Viktor grunts, as though that's interesting in any way compared to how SOLID Jayce is under his hands.

Which, between the alcohol and the hands around his waist, has sent his mind straight down into the gutter. (Injection day. Of course. He should have known better to go drinking on injection day.)

He looks at Jayce's downcast face, looks at the way he's moving, sounding, and....

"Oh, fuck it."

A half a second later and Viktor is grabbing Jayce's shoulders and pulling him down, low enough that the tinker can catch the other man's mouth in a hungry kiss.

"Thank fuck." His arms wrap around Viktor, embracing him almost greedily and hauling him close, feeling confident that even if he throws him off balance with the tug forward, he can take his weight.

He tastes like anise and the olive Jayce watched him suck off the toothpick that came with his martini when he was trying and failing not to think too hard about his mouth. The kiss is messy, too much tongue and teeth getting in the way and it's exactly what he needs right now.

Excellent. Ideal, in fact. It's been too, too long since Viktor had had this kind of attention - and right now, he's quite happy to set all thoughts of professionalism and propriety aside in favor of...blowing off a little steam.

It's with that thought that the tinkerer hums approvingly into that wet, open-mouthed kiss (messier than he normally is, but he's like a man starved right now), carelessly tossing his cane off to one side in favor of pressing his small, fragile body right up against Jayce's wall of muscle for all the support he needs.

Depending on how this goes, there may be some...discussion to have. But that's a bridge that can be crossed when they reach it, and his mouth is very, very busy right now.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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."

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."

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."

The spheres are in commotion - the elements in harmony....

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