boyofprogress | OPEN RP POST

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[Oh. That word hits him square in the chest, and he leans up a little on his elbow in order to study Viktor's face. But... no, it looks sincere. He looks sincere, and Jayce cups his cheek to press their mouths together with the utmost tenderness. Afterwards, he rests their foreheads together, smiling in both fondness and disbelief.] I think I might have fallen in love with you when you pulled out that ring of keys. But I think I realized it when I saw your face as we were floating.

We've both been stupid, I guess. Trying to protect ourselves from something secretly wonderful.

I was...afraid, perhaps. That you would reject me, or that I would end up hurting you somehow.[Honey-gold eyes regarded him with a geentle warmth as Viktor's hand traced mindless lines along his partner's shoulders.] I still might, miláčku. Is that a risk you want to take?

I told you before, but I'll say it again. [He touches Viktor's cheek as he does, meeting that warm amber gaze with a deeply fond look of his own.] Yes. A thousand, a million times yes, you are work the risk for me. Always.

Especially if it means hearing you calling me sweet things like that. Well -- I assume meelachku is something sweet, anyway. [His pronunciation is terrible, but he's trying.]

[Viktor huffed out a laugh,shakng his head.]

Not even close, but a commendable effort. Don't worry--if I were insulting you, I would want you to know it.

Thanks. I think? [One more kiss before Jayce pulls away with a sigh.] I'm invading your bathroom, briefly, to grab a washcloth. We should clean up a little before we try to sleep.

Do you want a hand with your leg brace, afterwards? [The last part is said over his shoulder as he moves to the edge of the bed and stretches his arms over his head. His undershirt is... somewhere, but he'll find it later.]

...That would be nice, I think. [Viktor pulled himself to sit up and leaned over, enough to press a kiss to the back of Jayce's neck.] Do not get too accustomed to helping me with everything, but...once in a while, I might not mind that much.

[The kiss to the back of his neck is a bit of a surprise, and he's grateful that in the moment, Viktor can't see the flush it brings to his cheeks. He turns to give his partner a peck on the lips, nosing affectionately at his cheek.] Then I'll take the temporary chance to spoil you a little.

[Retreating to the bathroom, he takes a moment to try and tidy himself up before things get... sticky. Though gods, if he's truly honest with himself, he wouldn't mind being marked like this for a while.

He shakes off the thought and runs some warm water over a fresh cloth and rejoins Viktor on the bed.] If you're calling me sweet things in... Zaunian? Do I get to call you sweet things, too? [His question is as genuine as his smile as he runs the cloth carefully over Viktor's stomach and thighs.]

Zaunite--the dialect is something like a linguistically drifted form of whatever's spoken in Shurima. [He mumbled that idly, having laid back down with his head in folded arms. Quietly enjoying the attention, like a contented cat in a sunbeam.]

You can call me whatever you want. I believe I have already let you shorten my name on occasion without remark, have I not?

Zaunite. [He'll remember that, for the future. Maybe see if he can find a book and learn a few words. Even if Viktor would make fun of his pronunciation, it would be worth it to see that adorably surprised expression on his face.

Once his partner is sufficiently clean, he settles the pajama pants back around his hips with an affectionate kiss to his stomach. Then, he gets to work on the leg brace.]

I do, yeah. But I meant more along the lines of... sweetheart, maybe? Or beautiful. Not baby, I don't think. Neither of us are the type.

[Viktor mumbled something indistinct, hiding his face for all the good it wouldn't do--blushing pink all the way to his shoulders again. The brace came off easily enough, leaving further surgical bolts running along his shin and harsh red marks where it fastened tightly against pale skin.]

...wouldn't mind. Not in front of anyone, though.

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[With the utmost tenderness, he traces his fingertips over those marks and indentations, like his touch might soothe away the sting they leave behind.

He leans up to press a kiss to Viktor's flushed shoulder, then the bit of his cheek not hidden by the arm across his face.] Just between us.

You blush so pretty, sweetheart.

[He made a soft noise halfway to a moan at the attention to his leg--it did ache, and the gentle touch was a new and unspeakably nice experience.]

And you are insufferable, lásko. [Viktor lifted his head enough to look at Jayce with the smallest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.] Unbelievably so.

Oh I'm the worst, absolutely. [That little moan is a fairly clear indicator that he's doing something right, so he keeps it up. Applying some gentle pressure and rubbing the places that look the most sore.]

Some day, I'll learn Zaunite and figure out what you were saying to me, earlier. Was it dirty? I hope it was.

Hm...no, it was not. Next time, it might be.

[Viktor practically melted under the hands on his leg, a pleased little hum coloring words that came out breathy and distracted.]

Keep that up and I could be convinced to say anything you like.

Something sweet, then. Maybe a little romantic? [It's honestly just fun to see Viktor this relaxed and contented. And there's a certain kind of intimacy that comes in being vulnerable like this.

He spies some lotion on the night stand and rubs some onto his fingers, carefully applying it to the indentations left by the brace. He knows this sort of thing feels good after a day of wearing his gloves in the forge, working his thumb into the marks left behind by buckles and straps, so he assumes it would feel good for Viktor, as well.]

Jayce, you do not have t--[Whatever token argument he was putting forth broke off with a low noise bordering on obscene, hurriedly muffled by the back of his hand as Jayce found a particularly tense knot of muscle.]

[The last thing Viktor wanted was to be seen as someone who needed this kind of help and attention--by anyone, Jayce included. But gods, it really did feel so unbelievably nice to put himself in someone else's hands for once.]

Good spot? [He focuses there, then, carefully working the knot loose with his thumbs. Although he's wary of accidentally hurting Viktor somehow, he also trusts his partner to let him know before that happens.

He does have a sneaking suspicion that Viktor doesn't do this much for himself, much less have someone else do it, and there's an intimacy in that, too.]

I know I don't, but I chose to. You didn't ask, I did it autonomously. So it doesn't count, right? [And he tosses Viktor a wink, clearly poking at his pride ever so slightly.]

...can still kick you with my other leg, you know.

[The emptiest threat imaginable, mumbled against his hand in an attempt not to make a complete fool of himself.]

I mean it, do not get used to this- [It was hard to put up a real argument when his voice was practically shaking.] ...gods, a little harder?

[The deeply shaky threat gets ignored in favour of really digging into that knot with his thumbs, though he does keep half an eye on Viktor's face to watch for any hint of pain.

Not that he'd tell Viktor this, of course. The man is trying to keep is pride in tact, after all.] Yeah? Just let me know if it's too much.

How many times must I tell you I am n- [He trailed off in another quiet moan, the look on Viktor's face possibly more relaxed than he'd ever been in his life.]-n-not going to break?

I'm not saying you can't handle it, I'm just saying there's a difference between simply pummeling your leg and a thorough massage that actually feels good. I'm aiming for the latter.

[Oh, Viktor looks like he's about to turn into puddle, and Jayce couldn't be happier. Once that knot is done, he feels along Viktor's leg to find another and work his magic (ha) there.] Not that I'm getting used to it, but if, while I'm here, your back has any sore spots. You know, since I'm already having my wicked way with you.

Mm...definitely going to kick you.

[Totally. Any minute now.]

You do not have to. Aren't you tired?

Maybe a little, but I'm also finding that I really enjoy touching you. [As though the past... however long since their first kiss on the sofa happened hadn't been enough evidence of that.] So actually, I'm not as altruistic as you think. This is entirely self serving.

Well...mm, I suppose I could entertain that for a little longer. If you must insist.

[Viktor making a show of being put out by all this is honestly rather charming; like a petulant cat reluctantly accepting affection.

Jayce gives his delicate ankle a light squeeze before leaning back a little.] If you move to your stomach, I can attack your back. I feel like I can say with at least ninety-five percent certainty that you're more knot than muscle, after working for... gods, I don't even know how long we were in the lab.

Long enough. [Viktor stretched with a popping and cracking of joints, turning over and resting his head on his arms.]

...You're sure it does not bother you? [He looked at Jayce over his shoulder, relaxed yet evaluating his reaction to pale skin marked by a line of surgical steel.]

Oof, I heard that. [Not that he's much better, sitting hunched over his notebooks for hours at a time. It sounds like dry kindling snapping, when Jayce Talis stretches.

But he sees that expression, and leans down to press a kiss to Viktor's shoulder, then his mouth, nosing his jaw affectionately.] I love you, and it's a part of you. So no, it doesn't bother me.

[He's curious about them, actually. The bolts that help support the brace to help Viktor stay upright. It's amazing, really, that medical science has been able to do such a thing.

After considering for a moment, he moves to set a knee on either side of Viktor's legs, so he can properly reach his back. Then, he leans down to press a soft, reverent kiss to the top bolt, his fingers sweeping down Viktor's sides, over the marks that are starting to fade from where the back brace cut into his skin.]

Hm...brilliant and charming. [He shivered under the gentle touches, slowly starting to relax into those hands.]

My skilled partner--is there nothing you can not do?

[More lotion, then, to work his fingers into those red marks along his waist and back. He knows he gets sore after a few hours of too-tight gloves, he can't imagine dealing with it day in and day out like this.]

For all you talk about my ego, you sure are good at adding to it. But you may have noticed that during dinners with my mom, I'm not allowed near the stove? I tend to burn... most things I try to cook.

I get distracted, and then fires happen. So that is something I can't do.

...You're joking. [Viktor turned his head enough to watch Jayce over his shoulder, a thin smile on his face.] I have seen you focus in the lab for days on end, and you can not stay in front of a stove long enough to prevent something catching fire?

That's different! That's science. I can focus on science. When I try to help in the kitchen, I get distracted. Usually by an idea or equation.

Eh, it is not that different. Similar enough that I would find it a challenge to accidentally burn the kitchen down.

You are being so mouthy right now, which means I'm not doing my job well enough. [More slowly this time, he slides his palms up Viktor's back, starting at the base of his spine, until he finds a nasty knot to work on. He's careful, like he was with Viktor's leg, but presses his thumbs in firmly]

I have no idea what you mmmm... [Which suggested Viktor knew exactly what he meant, dissolving into a pleased murmur as Jayce pressed against that spot.]

That's what I thought. [He leans down to press a kiss to the nape of Viktor's neck, his smile curving against his partner's pale skin. He might well be addicted to seeing him relaxed like this.]

I think a day off tomorrow is a good idea. My brain needs a full reset before I start staring at equations again.

Mmhm... [A wordless hum of agreement, eyes fluttering closed under all the attention.] I think we both could benefit from a little rest.

I can't remember the last time we took a full day off. Hell, I can't remember the last time I took a full day off. Do I have hobbies? I couldn't tell you.

...could teach you how to cook without burning anything. If you wanted to. You're good with your hands, it's almost a waste not to try.

... yeah? [Jayce feels something warm inside his chest at the suggestion, and he stretches out next to Viktor on the bed, pressing idle kisses to freckles as he notices them on his shoulder.]

I'd like that, actually. You think you can keep me focused?

I think I can certainly try. [He reached out to wrap his arms around Jayce, pressing against him like a contented cat in a sunbeam.] Don't tell me you're doubting me.

Of course not. [With a lazy sort of smile, he draws his finger down the bridge of Viktor's nose, ending with an affectionate tap at the end of it.]

If you're wearing that shirt again, though, I might get distracted trying to figure out which constellation your freckles remind me of. Or your collarbone. Or this mark I left on your neck, which I will apologize for but I don't actually regret.

There is no reason for you to apologize, Jayce. I do not recall having objected at any point.

That's dangerous to know. [He skims his thumb over the mark, still looking a little awed that this even happened. Gods, he's so lucky.] If you're not careful, you'll end up with bitemarks any place that's covered by your clothes.

Hm...you consider that dangerous? [He shivered at the touch, a slow and devious smirk crossing Viktor's face as he propped himself up on his arms to lean over Jayce.]

I am not hearing the part where that is a problem.

[And Jayce shifts to let Viktor be over him. Willingly. So willingly, rolling onto his back and smiling up at his partner. Watching the way his hair falls into his face a little when he leans over, and how did he not kiss him every day since the moment they met?]

What if we're working and I'm overcome with the urge to kiss you?

Mm, well. I do not think I would mind that, but we will have to find a balance that lets us get things done, no?

[No, he's distracted again. He reaches up to brush his fingers over Viktor's cheek, looking at him with a dreamy expression.] You're so pretty. Have I told you in the last five minutes how pretty you are? I'm going to pass you notes ten times a day telling you.

Will you? [Tilting his head into Jayce's hand, looking to take every bit of affection he was going to be given.] That's a problem, I may have to limit you to five.

Hmm. I'll try, but no promises. [He tries to look thoughtful, but that smile keeps breaking through as he settles his hand against Viktor's cheek, stroking his thumb against his cheekbone.] Will I be in big trouble if I send you six?

Horrible trouble, of course. [It was hard to sound convincing about that with his eyee fluttering closed like a contented cat.] We can not lose a step in our dedication to our work, Jayce.

You're right, we shouldn't let ourselves get distracted. Five it is.

You have the longest lashes. I'll have to keep that in mind for the next time I draw you. [He strokes his thumb over the curve of Viktor's eyebrow, watching him like he's trying to commit every molecule of him to memory.]

Next time...? You make a habit of that, do you?

[Well, if he kept this up, Jayce could have whatever weird hobby he wanted.]

Oh. Honestly I thought you'd noticed by now but -- yes? [He laughs, a little self conscious now that he's revealed what he thought was a known secret. But Viktor seems to like the way he's being pet, so Jayce continues stroking his face as he talks.]

I draw you, when I'm stuck on an idea. Something about trying to get the shading right on your nose or cheekbones helps me refocus.

That's...strangely charming, Jayce. [Enough for Viktor to lean over a little further for a kiss to his forehead.]

[Oh. Jayce's face softens at the kiss, his smile shifting to something a little bit mystified but undoubtedly pleased.] Would you let me draw you, some time? I mean -- I do anyway, but maybe sit for me.

Sorry. [He shakes his head a little with a nervous laugh, suddenly self conscious of his odd request] That's weird, you don't have to say yes.

You...would want to do something like that? [Not really judgmental so much as utterly mystified.] Why?

I know I said a lot of things when you were in my lap, but them being said in the heat of the moment doesn't make them not true. I find you breathtaking. All of you. Maybe you'll let me take a few pictures of you, one day.

Do not get too carried away. But...I would not mind, if you wanted to draw more than just some idle thing in your notes. It would be interesting, I think, to see myself the way you do.

Well. We do have a day off tomorrow, according to our team leader. [Viktor gets a teasing nose tap and a cheeky smile.] And I have my notebook and pencils. Maybe I'll take the opportunity to draw a few sketches of you.

And you can see how I see you.

Hm...I think I could allow that.

[A soft, brief laugh punctuated that, with a second light kiss pressed to that infuriatingly charming smile.]

But I expect at least some accuracy. Do not get too carried away.

Of course I'd be accurate. [What he doesn't say is how badly he wants to draw the curve of Viktor's spine, bolts and all. How he wants to make a map of his body and mark all the places he's kissed, all the places he wants to kiss.

Because, he's finding, that it's a tricky thing, to try and compliment Viktor. Some land, but if he pushes too hard, Viktor backs away.] I may miss a freckle or two the first few times, but I'll learn where all of them go soon enough.

Will you, now? I wonder if you'll need to cheeck a few more times. You may not have noticed all of them this time.

[Tricky, yes. Trickier, when Viktor was gauging how to flirt.]

I could make a chart. Map them out by limb. Or I could number them all. [His hand finds Viktor's cheek again, and he skims his thumb over the line of Viktor's lower lip.]

Hm...be careful with your suggestions, Jayce. I might just let you.

[He tilted his head into Jayce's hand with a softly contented noise before leaning down for a slow, lingering kiss.]

Oh? [He hums happily into the kiss, resting his hand against the back of Viktor's neck to keep him there.] What else would you let me do? Is it a long list?

It is one I am still compiling. However...hm, it is certainly not short.

Oh? [His fingers slide into Viktor's hair, toying with it gently. Winding the soft strands around his fingers and unwinding them over and over again.] Can I get a preview? A hint?

Mm... [Viktor's eyes fluttered closed under the affectionate touch, briefly forgetting how to speak as he practically melted against his partner.]

...anything. Everything. Whatever you wanted.

[That might be his favourite look on Viktor so far. Lashes long against his cheeks like that, lips parted just a little.

Exquisite.] That is also a very long list, I'll have you know.

Is it, now? How fortunate, then, that I am more than willing to work through it line by line.

[Jayce is already regretting having made this bet with Viktor. They're both stubborn, but Viktor might be moreso. And Janna knows Jayce is able to get distracted by the long line of Viktor's elegant neck --

No! No, he can't think of that. He needs to finish unpacking his bag and setting up his notebooks and pencils at his desk for the day. And absolutely not thinking of Viktor's neck.

Or his hands, his slender fingers and --

Oh he's fucked, isn't he?]

[Viktor was, as he had claimed, very patient. The other side of the coin from stubbornness, of course. But he was also more than willing to go to some effort to prove his point, and if summer weather in Piltover meant rolling up his sleeves to his elboows and forgoing a tie for a slightly open collar, well, it was hot out. Plausible deniability.]

[On the other hand, a couple days in and he was starting to get annoyed. Mostly at the lack of strong hands on an aching back and leg, more than anything else. But that was fine. He just had to wait it out a little longer, that much Viktor was sure of.]

Good morning. [Already hard at work, Viktor turned his head slightly to regard Jayce over his shoulder, loosened collar revealing an often hidden beauty mark on his throat.] Did you sleep well?

You know I didn't. [Gods, it's starting already. This early in the day and his sleeves are already up? Terrible.

The first day, Viktor had come in with his tie loosened and by the end of the day it was off. The second and third days started with no tie and the sleeves were rolled up by the end of the day. Today (day four, one day longer than Viktor's prediction), it looks like he's starting with no tie and rolled sleeves, and Jayce might well snap a pencil in half.]

How's your back?

A bit early for such a dismal mood, isn't it?

[It had been a process, of course. He couldn't just go all in from minute one, then there would be nowhere to escalate to. That said, he was running out of escalation. Admirable, really, to have lasted this long.]

It's fine, thank you. [It wasn't, but it had been worse.]

I'm not dismal, I'm just. I'm winning, is what I am. [He's absolutely not winning. He spent a long time in a very cold shower last night trying not to think about that damn beauty mark now visible on Viktor's neck, and failing utterly. And taking care of himself afterward had just felt empty and cold.

His drawings of Viktor in his notes have nearly doubled.] But it doesn't matter, because we've got work to do.

[And he's going to pull his tie off as well, tossing it in his bag. Not to try and even the playing field so much as he does, in fact, feel overwarm]

Mm, I'm sure. [Turning back to what he was working on as calm as anything. Off course Viktor had his own limits, but...well, clearly they were far further along than some people. Work before pleasure in all aspects, apparently.]

You are right, we do. I have already been here for some time.

[It's driving Jayce up an absolute wall, how cool and calm Viktor is able to be right now. As though they haven't had the most incredible intimate moments together over the last month. Exploring and learning and loving each other's bodies and sweet Janna he needs to concentrate on his notes.

He sighs and moves to the chalkboard to catch himself up on whatever Viktor's been up to this morning.] And what did you do, in some time? Any major breakthroughs?

It's been a very productive morning, actually. You made no less than two errors yesterday, in equations I have already corrected.

[Gesturing vaguely with one hand, without looking over his shoulder:] You will find them a bit to your left on the chalkboard.

[Jayce heaves a sigh and slams his open notebook on the table a little more forcefully than necessary. He thought he'd been so careful, too. So to hear that only was he suffering, but his work was a well, was immensely frustrating.] Can't imagine how I managed that.

There is no need to be so dramatic about it, Jayce. It is nothing which can not simply be corrected.

[Oh. He was definitely winning this.]

I'm not -- you're being dramatic, if anything. [He makes his best attempt at Viktor's accent (which isn't entirely successful, but the tone is there)] Oooh, I had to come in early to correct Jayce's mistakes.

[Dryly:] And that's just a bit hurtful.

I always come in early. The fact that it gave me time to notice your mistakes is merely incidental.

[Thank every god, a potential subject change, and he leaps on it ravenously.] I've been meaning to ask you about that, actually. I know your place is close and all but do you sleep ever? Or do you just nap in your chair for a few hours after I leave. You know that's not good for your back. Not just your back -- anyone's back. Bad for backs, generally speaking.

I sleep just fine, Jayce. [Viktor shifted a little uncomfortably in his seat at the reminder of an annoying, persistent ache.] I have slept here on occasion, but I usully do go home if I think I can manage it.

[That makes Jayce pause on his way to the chalkboard, glancing over his shoulder at his partner.] If you think you can get home? What does that mean, you can't get home some nights so you sleep here and make the problem worse?

[Lightly:] That's exactly what it means. Though 'worse' is debatable.

And you sleep where? No it -- it doesn't matter where because none of it would be good for your back or your leg, Viktor!

I am perfectly fine, Jayce. You are being overdramatic.

I think I'm being just the right amount of dramatic. I worry about you Vik -- [He moves to try and turn Viktor towards him, to bring him close, but pauses as his hand lands on his partner's waist.

And encompasses almost half of it. Which make short circuits his brain more than a little, especially with this stupid bet they have going on.]

I managed to take care of myself long before I met you, and I am certain I will continue t-...

[Viktor hesitated under the contact to his waist--gentle, compassionate, both things that very reliably set his heart rate quite a bit higher--then hesitated again at Jayce's expression.]

...What?

Sorry, I just didn't realize that, um. [Shaking a little, he sets his other hand against Viktor's waist as well. And with very little effort, his fingers meet at the small of Viktor's back and Jayce's knees wobble a little.]

Oh.

[On one hand, it was of vital importance to Viktor that he should be regarded as a capable individual--he was, of course, just with the occasional complication. On the other enormous hand currently encircling his waist, there was also immeasurable relief in simply not doing that. Letting someone else have control, letting himelf be turned into a shivering teary-eyed whimpering mess underneath him--]

[...Damn it. A miscalculation. Viktor realized he needed this far more than anticipated, but he'd already dug his heels in and refused to back down now. But if Jayce didn't fold in the next few minutes, Viktor doubted hs stubbornness would hold out.]

I thought it obvious I have always been smaller than you. [Nearly impossible to keep his voice steady, the lightest tremor lingered in what was supposed to be a casual response.] What of it? [Or, 'what are you going to do about it?']

Oh? [He hears that little tremble clear as a bell, even over the sound of his own heart pounding in his ears. He loves that tone, that slight shake to Viktor's voice that lets Jayce know when he's hit exactly the right spot and should linger there for a while until he has Viktor begging and --

Steady on.

He brushes his thumbs back and forth over Viktor's stomach, glancing from his clasped hands up to Viktor's face. Trying to look for his usual tells.] I think you like that you're smaller than me. I know I do.

I do not like or dislike it--there is little point in concerning oneself over a simple objective fact.

[He liked it quite a lot in the right contexts. There was a lot to be said for either giving or taking control in such situations; knowing a thin and powerless form could still have the man before him utterly in shambles in a matter of minutes. Knowing that fragile body would be treated like an object of reverence in turn.]

[Janna's fucking mercy.]

[Viktor's free hand dropped to the edge of the desk behind him, white-knuckled grip betraying his best attempt at a poker face. Do not fold or you'll never live it down.]

I think you do. [He can't hide the way his own voice shakes and cracks, the way he shifts into Viktor's pace. Craving it after having been denied it for what feels like lifetimes, at this point. He knows there's a beauty mark just above Viktor's collarbone that, if Jayce placed his mouth there, would absolutely make Viktor fall apart.

But that would be folding first, wouldn't it?] I think you like that if I wanted to, right now, I could lift you onto your desk, spread you out, and worship you the way you deserve to be worshiped.

[Gods, he was playing dirty in every sense of the word.]

And I think you are going against the terms of our agreement, Jayce. I seem to recall we agreed unneccessary touch was cheating.

[But two could play that game. And what wasn't technically 'touch' was the way Viktor hooked the handle of his cane over the back of Jayce's neck, tugging him down to eye level with a sharp and sudden movement. Daring him to do anything more than that, staring him down with a stubborn authority.]

But I also think you know that, do you not?

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I was getting your attention. It was necessary when it --

[But then both his words and his higher brain functions are cut short as Viktor uses his fucking cane like that to tug him down and he can hear the leather of Viktor's back brace creak under his grip with the way it tightens.]

When it -- started. You, you. You -- [Get it back together, Jayce, gods.] You cheated first. This three day strip tease you've been working on?

It's summer. You can not prove I am changing anything for any reason other than simple discomfort.

[Confident the situation was back under his control, the smirk that tugged at Viktor's mouth was nothing short of devious.]

Besides, I do not see how it matters. The only thing I ever needed to do was speak and you would collapse like a faulty prototype.

[Admittedly, the reverse was also very likely true.]

Is that wrong, my brilliant partner?

[He's truly fighting for his life here, between the pressure of the cane against the back of his neck and that stupid smirk on Viktor's face and the warmth of his body under Jayce's hands.

And then Viktor calls him partner. Not just partner but his partner, and Jayce makes an undignified noise in the back of his throat that he will deny to his dying day.]

I made it longer than you said I would. [It's a desperate, flailing attempt. Grasping at straws, but by Janna he's trying.]

You did. [Unfortunately, in saying as much Jayce had lined himself up for the killshot. In a low voice with their faces mere inches apart, Viktor set himself to proving his point:]

I'm impressed. You have done very well, lásko. Any longer, and I might have given up--but I think we both know you want me screaming your name far more than you want to win this little wager, no?

I hate you. [He absolutely does not. The furthest from it, but Viktor using that sweet little pet name on him has him stepping closer, one leg between Viktor's. Sharing his breath and letting that low voice wash over him.

But he does have one last idea. And if this fails, he'll concede.

He doesn't kiss Viktor. Instead, he rests their foreheads together, his breath coming in short, sharp pants against Viktor's mouth.]

You are a worse liar than I am--

[And then he froze under a gesture that was both unexpected and honest-to-Janna sacred, as meaningful as a kiss and also a thousand things more. The cane clattered against the floor as Viktor's trembling hands fell to Jayce's arms in a hesitant, careful touch; his own breath shaky and uncertain as he struggled to decide on a reaction like some universal reset button had just been pressed.]

A-ah...Jayce, you...

Hey. [His voice drops into something low and undoubtedly tender. Not sultry like Viktor had been but softer. Sweeter, almost. He smiles and his grip on Viktor's waist relaxes a little. More supportive than grasping, now.]

...gods, it took you long enough.

[Concluding (after a brief reboot) that Jayce had in fact kissed him first, those unsteady hands wrapped around his collar and pulled, into a kiss like Viktor had just found water after a week in the desert.]

[In his mind, Viktor was the one to kiss first. No question about it. The second those trembling hands pulled him in, Jayce felt like he'd won. The neediness behind that kiss matches Jayce's own, and his hand slides down the back of Viktor's braced leg, gripping the thigh and carefully hiking it over his hip to try and pull him closer.]

[They would, in fact, be arguing about this for weeks. Not that it mattered right now, and in fact very little mattered to Viktor at the present moment. His arms--fortunately a good deal stronger than the rest of him--moved around Jayce's shoulders for support as he pulled himself up, hooking both legs around his partner's waist with a soft moan into his mouth.]

[Jayce makes a small noise of surprise at both legs now being around his waist, but he's quick to grip Viktor's thighs and rest him against the edge of the desk for at least some extra support because the way Viktor is hauling him around makes him feel more than a little weak in the knees.]

I really thought I could make it a week. [He laughs softly, nosing at Viktor's cheek playfully, down to nip at his jaw.] But then I saw the hollow of your throat and remembered what it tasted like and it all fell apart.

You held out longer than I expected. [Humming softly in contentment, Viktor tilted his head back and slid a hand into Jayce's hair.] I honestly thought losing the tie would make you give up sooner.

Gods, I do love your neck. [Every exposed freckle and beauty mark is granted a warm kiss as Jayce works his way down to the hollow of his throat to dip his tongue into that crease, licking at the saltsweet taste of him with a sigh like he's been holding his breath these past four days.]

But I was determined. And then I saw your wrists today, fuck.

Mmn...you're so good to me. [A small shudder at the attention to his neck, Viktor's other hand trailing from arm to shoulders in feather-light touches of delicate fingertips.]

Of course...we can not very well back down after setting our minds to something, yes?

I love being good to you. I'd worship your body constantly, if I could. [Which might be an exaggeration from someone else, but not only is it Jayce, it's about Viktor, which means it is emphatically true.]

I could be good to you right now. I could lock the door, get on my knees, and be very good to you, if you wanted.

Is that what you want, Jayce? Piltover's favorite son brought to his knees for me, praised with every breath in all the ways you deserve?

[His nails scratched lightly as the hand in Jayce's hair tightened, pulling him into a sharp, demanding kiss with the edge of a bite to it.]

What are you waiting for?

[He's about to mention how much he loves it when Viktor uses his nails like that, but then Viktor says that and it's a miracle Jayce's knees don't buckle then and there.

One hand shoots out to brace against the table next to Viktor to try and steady himself, and he whines pathetically into Viktor's mouth.]

Fu-uhck Viktor, you can't just say that.

I told you, did I not? I would not have even needed to touch you in order to make you give up.

[Viktor pulled back by inches, mischievous smirk on his face as he let his hands fall away.]

Now, put me down and make sure the door is locked.

If you keep ordering me around like that, I might forget to lock the door. [But he does dutifully set Viktor down on the desk, stealing one more needy kiss before he forces himself to move back and make sure the door is locked.

While he has the chance to, he leans against the door a little to catch his breath. Watching Viktor from across the room for a moment.] Janna's mercy, look at you. Do you have any idea how badly I want to cover your neck in bruises all the time? It's so hard to keep it below the collar.

You would like that, wouldn't you? [Tilting his head slightly, watching Jayce with the kind of look that always meant trouble.] Marked like all of your notes, so there would be no doubt of whose work was on display?

[Viktor rolled his eyes like he wouldn't have loved that on some level.]

Typical. The average Piltovan ego defies measurement.

Less marked and more I can't keep my hands and mouth off you, and there's a freckle just below your jaw that's begging to be bitten. [He pushes off the door, forcing himself to take slow steps so he's not immediately back at Viktor's side like he so longs to be.]

What would be even better though, is having your marks on me, instead. So it's clear to everyone just who I belong to.

Well, I would be lying if I said that was not an appealing thought.

[Viktor held out a thin hand, both silently asking for Jayce's own and also beckoning him closer.]

This whole city adores you, Jayce. You could have anything and anyone you wanted. It is terribly annoying they can not know you chose me instead.

[Jayce takes that hand, happily, and presses a kiss to each of Viktor's fingertips, ending with a lingering kiss to his palm and holding his gaze the whole time. It does bother him that Viktor doesn't want to risk anyone knowing about the nature of their relationship. There are others in Piltover, and he suspects in Zaun as well, who are more open about such things.

But he's not ready, he's nervous, and Jayce won't push it for now.]

I think anyone who's seen us together knows I'm your partner. That I belong to you. They just don't know how deep that goes.

[Their work took precedence to Viktor in all things--within reason. Jeopardizing that with the kind of rumors that would run wild through Piltover over such a relationship was unthinkable. Besides that--Viktor didn't have a notable reputation to damage, but Jayce certainly did. A scientific collaboration was one thing, but a romantic entanglement with a Zaunite would discredit him faster than one could say 'trencher'.]

[...So admittedly, he envied Jayce's perspective where things were so much more straightforward, and elected not to argue with it by pointing out Viktor all but lived in his shadow. That was fine, and he didn't honestly mind the lack of publicity. All that mattered was right in front of him, thin fingers curling around Jayce's hand in a light and gentle squeeze.]

You belong to me, hm? A little dramatic, don't you think?

[It's good, then, that Viktor is there to hold him steady. To be that voice of reason. Because he would without question or second thought throw it all away if it meant he and Viktor were together, in the end.

He keeps their fingers twined and their hands joined as he steps between Viktor's legs again, pressing a tender kiss to the beauty mark at the corner of his mouth. The neediness has dissipated a little in the moments he was locking the door, but the heat still lingers.]

Maybe. Probably. But I do. Every part of me, mind and body, is yours. If you want it.

Of course I do, Jayce. I want everything you are willing to give me.

[And he'd treat all of it like the priceless gift his partner was, other arm draped loosely over Jayce's shoulders as he answered with a slow, gentle kiss of his own.]

I may not have much in turn, but all of it was only ever yours.

I thought I'd made it fairly clear how much I love your body. All of it. [And he hopes the way he sets his hand against Viktor's waist, where he knows the back brace sits, helps to underline his point.

Every piece of Viktor is a treasure, and he will treat it as such.] But I'll keep worshiping you until you finally start to believe me.

[What little confidence he'd had throughout all of this flaked away like the thin mask it was, Viktor pulling him closer to hide his face against his partner's neck.]

...very well. Present an argument, then.

[Tenderly, Jayce cradles the back of Viktor's head, allowing him to take shelter against his neck. If Viktor needs to hide right now, that's okay. Jayce can accommodate that.

Slowly, he strokes his fingers through Viktor's hair, pressing a few soft kisses to the top of his head and giving their joined hands a squeeze.] Well. Unfortunately, I can't really make my argument here, in the lab. Even with the door locked, it might be a bit risky.

But I could tell you what it might be, if I were able to do it.

Your plans are as ambitious as that? Perhaps I should expect no less.

[Viktor hummed softly in contentment, a thin smile coming to his face.]

Very well. As your partner, I will hear what you have in mind to prove your point.

Well, you know me. I always shoot for the stars. But I say that because the first thing I would want to do is to help you out of your braces, and put my mouth on every mark and line they leave behind. Soothe those places with my hands, if you'll let me.

Because I love all those places, too. [A statement that he punctuates with a kiss to the side of Viktor's face.] I find all those places worthy of worship, whether you do or not.

You...you do not have to, you know. I mean--there is no expectation to make me feel better about what must be an unpleasant sight.

[Which was about as far as he argued, squeezing Jayce's hand gently.]

...But I would...not object to that.

I know I don't have to. But I want to. Not because I'm trying to make you feel better, but because I enjoy it.

[Another kiss, softly reassuring to his temple.] It's not unpleasant. Not to me. I wear gloves with tight fastenings when I'm working in the Forge, and sometimes they leave marks on my arms. To me, it looks the same. And it's just as kissable as the rest of you.

Flatterer. [A softly huffed out shadow of a laugh, followed by a light brush of a kiss to Jayce's neck.]

...It does tend to ache, after wearing them all day. Just a little help would not be the worst thing, I think.

Then I'm happy to do that. [He turns his head to catch Viktor's mouth, the kiss so light it's almost chaste.]

My other plan would be to use the map I made of your freckles and carefully revisit each and every one, head to toe. As slowly as either of us could stand it.

If I did not have an accurate grasp of your patience--or lack thereof--I would be tempted to consider that a form of torture.

I lasted two whole days longer than you thought I would, need I remind you? [Though to Viktor's point, the hand at his waist is tugging at the hem of his shirt in order to slip his fingers underneath and tease over the bare skin where the gap in his brace is.]

Yes, though you still fell quite short of the initial--

[Semantics cut off in a quiet gasp, Viktor immediately leaning into the touch of warm hands against cool skin.]

The initial what? What were you about to say? [Now it's his turn to smirk, as he strokes his fingertips back and forth against Viktor's side. Maybe he did fold under the onslaught of Viktor's exposed neck and wrists, but two can play at that game.]

...you are impatient and terrible, I hope you know that.

[Practically humming as much against his throat in a way that sounded remarkably like praise, Viktor tried and failed to repress a small smile.]

And if I told you I got myself off these past few nights, thinking about how amazing it was going to feel to be able to touch you again? [His smirk widens a little, flashing a hint of one of his pointed canines.]

Would that also be terrible?

Impatient. [He repeated himself with the smallest nip to Jayce's neck, a teasing bite from sharp and crooked teeth.]

No wonder it took you longer than expected to give up, even with my best efforts. And here I was, wondering if you might not find me as attractive as you always say you do.

[Viktor's side gets a light pinch, and Jayce gives his partner his very best sad eyes.] It was torture without you, are you kidding? It was like being back before we kissed, when I could only look at you all day. Admire you from afar, unable to touch.

Now, now, you should not lie to spare my feelings. You think I'm repulsive, of course.

[Viktor laughed softly against Jayce's ear, tone light and teasing.]

I've missed you, too.

Viktor. [He huffs a sigh and buries his nose against Viktor's neck, inhaling deeply. Exhaling slowly because gods he's missed his scent up close like this. He works his thumb up under the leather of the brace, trying to get more of him.]

I could never. I never have, that hasn't changed in four days.

I am only joking, lásko. You have made no secret of what you actually think of me.

[As usual, he smelled vaguely of overly-sweetened anise and the metal of the lab, stroling a hand through Jayce's hair with the gentle scrape of nails against skin.]

It would be impossible to forget your stance on the matter.

Some day, I'm going to find out what all those little words mean. I'm going to buy a dictionary, and then you'll be in trouble. [But the threat is dampened, as it's muffled against Viktor's neck, and Jayce's words slur a little as he's pet.

He might follow through on that threat, some day. But he also likes, a little, that Viktor can express himself more deeply without fear of Jayce knowing what he says. He likes the mystery of it.]

I will eagerly anticipate you learning an entire language solely to catch me off guard.

[Which sounded like an entirely sincere statement, because it was.]

Chci s tebou strávit zbytek života.

Histsiteh -- I'm not even close, am I? I'll work on it, I'll keep trying.

Gods, I missed your fingers in my hair, just like this. I missed your hands. I think I'm addicted to your touch.

Not even a little. But the attempt is charming, I think.

[Encouraged by the open praise, Viktor brought both hands to his partner's face, stroking a gentle touch under his eye before leaning in for a slow, deliberate kiss. Still perfectly willing to take all the time in the world, just to prove the point that he could.]

[Oh, oh, oh. He loves these kisses, perhaps most of all. Kissing for the sake of kissing, taking their time with it. And he loves the feeling of Viktor's cool fingers against his cheek, brushing the sensitive skin under his eyes.

With one hand still at Viktor's waist, the other slides along his good thigh, up to squeeze his hip. Touching because he can, now.]

[Viktor let out a quiet and contented sigh, mouth falling open to pull Jayce in closer--like he wanted to crawl into the other man's ribcage and live somewhere in the vicinity of his heart. Probably not a thought one should have voiced.]

[That one good leg hooked around Jayce's waist again, one hand wandering to his chest while the other moved to pull at his hair in just the way Viktor knew his partner loved.]

[But Jayce feels exactly the same way. The urge to crack open Viktor's chest and curl up inside him to be as close as physically possible is overwhelming at times. The feeling of his heart melting and trickling down his ribcage whenever Viktor looks at him with that tender expression. It's insane and possibly unhealthy but he has no interest in stopping.

He whimpers and slides his tongue into Viktor's mouth like the other man is his only source of water, of oxygen, gripping the back of his thigh to keep it wrapped around him just like this.]

[A low moan in the back of Viktor's throat sharpened into something that was almost a whine, needy and desperate. After a second he pulled sharply on Jayce's hair, forcing him to tilt his head back for a line of kisses down his throat, with just a hint of a bite the lower he went.]

Vypadáš nádherně--you're beautiful.

[As much as he'd grown to enjoy being cared for attentively, Viktor loved this; asserting himself as fully in control but simultaneously treating Jayce exactly the way his partner wanted. A little rough affection littered with praise, and he'd fall apart.]

Oh -- you absolutely gorgeous menace. [It's a breathless sort of declaration as his head gets tugged back and Viktor goes for his neck. It takes him a moment to get his arm working, but he reaches up to tug his tie loose, tossing it on the table behind where Viktor is setting.

He loves this. Loves the sweetly desperate noises Viktor makes when they're together like this, the echoes of which he hears in his little hums and sighs throughout the day and it drives him crazy. Loves even more when Viktor is assertive with him like this. Moving him around with a tug of his hand or a nudge of his hip.

A thought occurs to him, and -- ] You could. You could leave marks, I think. Where people could see. If I'm the only one that has them, they won't ask questions about where they came from.

Mm, I dont think so. [Hummed in a teasing mockery of thoughtfulness, against the hollow of his throat.] Only one of us having visible marks, I can not say I like that.

[The hand not in Jayce's hair came up to loosen his collar a little further, Viktor's mouth quickly occupied by all the attention those sharp teeth were now giving his partner's collarbone.]

People might think someone other than me left them there.

No? [There's a note of confusion at first, but then Viktor's explanation, his casual possessiveness draws a long, low whine from Jayce, his hands flexing where they're clutching at Viktor's body.

Wasn't he the one doing the teasing just moments ago? How quickly his partner is able to turn things on him. Terrible. He wouldn't have it any other way.] Gods, Viktor, I can't think straight when you do that.

Can't you? Here I believed you to work well under pressure.

[Viktor had a talent for adapting, and he would gladly use it for evil in this case.]

I -- am but slightly less so when that pressure is your teeth in my throat. [And elsewhere, if Viktor cares to glance down.] I'm following you home tonight and I am going to spread you out and take my time with you.

Is that a threat or a promise, Jayce? And what are you planning to do right now, rather than later tonight?

[He dropped the hand in Jayce's hair to rest along the side of his neck, humming a soft devilish chuckle against the other side before lingering on the juncture of neck and shoulder with every intention to leave a mark with that terrible mouth of his.]

Fuck I don't know, I dunno. I can't think. [All he can do is whine and twist his fingers in Viktor's hair, arching into the bite with a noise that's almost pathetically desperate.]

Yes, you can. [Smirking as he practically hummed that against his partner's skin.] You're possessed of the most brilliant mind I know--other than mine, of course. So why don't you focus and figure out what it is you are going to do next?

Love having your marks on me. I press my fingers against them, when I'm by myself. Must've done it a hundred times, these past few days. [Which isn't an answer to Viktor's question, and he's getting off track again.

He takes a breath to try and focus beyond Viktor's teeth on his heated skin.] I was going to get on my knees for you. Worship you with my mouth.

You should leave a few more marks yourself, Jayce. Reminders of who we both belong to.

[Viktor pressed a soft kiss to the blossoming mark he'd left, hands wandering along Jayce's sides.]

I told you that you could focus, my sweet boy. You can do anything you want to me.

[And then Viktor calls him that, and Jayce is lost again. He looks at Viktor with wide, liquid amber eyes, mouth dropping open just a little.] Am I? Your sweet boy?

My good, perfect boy. [Spoken with a look that was a little less wicked for the gentle tenderness creeping into it. Teasing, but in a way that was wholeheartedly sincere.] Will you kiss me first?

[Jayce sighs something affirmative, sliding his hands over the insides of Viktor's thighs as he leans in to press their mouths together. Oh, he'll never get over that. Being Viktor's good, perfect boy. He's pretty sure he'd do just about anything to hear that.]

[Gods, he really made it too easy. But that was nice, in its own way. Viktor liked to be sure his partner knew how valued he was, and if that information made him melt faster than ice in a forge then that was just a bonus. He murmured wordless contentment into Jayce's mouth, tugging him even closer with hands curled into that loosened collar.]

[Without exception, all living things had an expiration date. The catch was that most people didn't know when it was--Viktor, however, was not most people. He had known for much longer than he wanted to admit that his life would be a short one; facing the sharp reality of that knowledge was quite another thing. Even if he hadn't dared acknowledge it, he felt the way every breath pulled harsher and harsher in his chest. Felt a thousand small aches and pains worsening like shards of glass running through his blood, the constant exhaustion that pressed in closer and closer like an unbearable weight slowly crushing him. But he refused to admit he already knew the truth of the matter, would act like he was unaware of that everpresent threat of time abruptly running out.]

[Right up until the night he collapsed in the lab and woke up in the hospital.]

[Because the secret was well and truly out at that point, wasn't it? All he could bring himself to do was ask how long do I have in resignation as a teary-eyed Jayce stumbled through trying to tell Viktor something he already knew. (Another thing he refused to think about: how had he gotten there from the lab?) Ultimately, a year was the optimistic estimate--Viktor himself presumed that really meant six months at best. Doctors were infuriating like that, cushioning harsh reality with faint possibility.]

I'm fine, Jayce.

[Which brought them to right now--a day or two later, he wasn't sure with how time had blurred together--his far too caring partner insistent on seeing Viktor home safely. As the door to his apartment (modest, laden with the books and organized chaos of a scholar) closed behind them, Viktor said as much calmly but with an insistent edge. It wasn't necessary, he didn't need to be looked after like he was a child or otherwise incapable. Besides, Jayce had a whole life ahead of him and a beautiful Councilor to spend it with. Why waste any more time here?]

There is no need for you to stay here.

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[Jayce had barely slept since finding Viktor in the lab that night. Guilt has been gnawing at him since then -- he should have known, he should have seen this coming. Had Viktor been slowing down at all? Breathing harder, leaning more on his cane, favouring his back more? What else had he missed?

And the night with Mel... it was lovely, but shouldn't have happened. She's brilliant and beautiful and a wonderful friend, but it's not where his heart is.

His heart is here, with his partner. Who seems to be fussing at him already.] What? No, of course I'm staying. The doctor said it will be another few days before you're back fully on your feet.

Yes, and reluctant as I am to stay out of the lab, I remain perfectly capable of doing so without supervision.

[It was easier this way, honestly. Push back as hard as he could; distance between them now would hurt much less later.]

Wrong again, because I'll bring the lab to you! [Already, he's guiding Viktor with a careful hand at his mid-back towards the sofa so he can at least sit down.] I need to run out in a little bit anyway, and I can at least pick up our most recent notes from the lab while I'm out.

My mom made you a bunch of food, and if you say no you'll upset her, not me, so consider your options carefully.

[He let himself be guided without complaint on that front, at least--truthfully, he was exhausted. And truthfully (selfishly), some part of him desperately wanted that casual touch right now.]

I believe we are having some manner of miscommunication. While your help as well as your mother's is truly appreciated, I do not require it. You can leave me alone without worrying that anything else will happen.

No you're communicating clearly, I'm just disagreeing with you. [He sits next to Viktor, crowding close despite all the room left on the sofa. Their knees are touching, as are their shoulders, but they still feel too far away.

So to fix this he rests his hand on Viktor's knee, heaving an exhausted sigh.] I thought I lost you that night. When I carried you to the doctor, you were barely breathing.

You might not need me here. But I need to be here.

...

[What could he possibly say to argue with that? What little fight was in Viktor immediately left him, silently refusing to look at Jayce but not pushing his hand away.]

...I did not want you to see me like that. Or even like this.

I understand. But I did. Gods, Viktor, I barely left that room the entire time. I didn't want to be gone, if --

[He breaks off with a choked noise, and he digs the fingers of his free hand into the sofa cushion to avoid gripping Viktor too tight.] I've missed too much already.

[Still quiet, he laid a thin and chilled hand over Jayce's own. Always so much warmer, full of life and vitality--enviable, really.]

...you can stay, but I do not need or want to be taken care of. Neither of us really wants to subject ourselves to that.

I can do that. It's a good compromise. I'll stay, but I won't do anything for you unless it's asked for.

Aside from my mom's food. [There's a wry sort of laugh there.] Some things cannot be stopped.

[He hummed quietly in acknowledgement, but said little else at first. This was a mistake, but there would be no convincing Jayce of that. And Viktor just didn't have it in him to be any harsher in effort to put distance between them for both their sake.]

...It is not my intention to sound ungrateful. That is not the case. I would just prefer to contend with this alone.

I know you can. Of course you can, you have before. But you know you don't need to this time, right?

[He turns his hand so their palms are touching, slotting his fingers into the spaces between Viktor's to link their hands] I'm so sorry I didn't realize what was going on until you -- until that night. I should have paid better attention. I will, from now on.

You did not know because I did not want you to. Because it was not relevant, and then because I knew you would only worry when we both have our work to focus on.

[Still, he couldn't bring himself to look over, hand sitting loosely in Jayce's own.]

I do not expect or want to be the subject of your attention when we both have more important things requiring it.

Viktor. [It's quietly insistent and deeply heartfelt, his brow furrowing in both concern and frustration.]

You are important.

Do not be ridiculous. We both have work to do, I am not about to take precedence over that.

You can't work if you're dead! [It comes out snappish and frantic, more than a little desperate. Jayce's innermost worries tumbling helplessly out of him.]

Sorry, I -- That's not what I meant to say.

[Dryly:] ...Well, you're right. That is exactly why I do not see the value in wasting precious time worrying when we could be doing anything else.

That is... emphatically not what I meant, either. Viktor -- [He huffs a frustrated sigh, turning a little to try and address his partner more directly.] I know you know I feel about our work. You've known since the day you found me.

But I don't want you assume for one moment that I don't care about you and your wellbeing just as much.

I did not say as much, Jayce. [Stubbornly, he turned his head a little further in his refusal to make eye contact.]

I know that you do. I am saying you should not prioritize me when there are more pressing issues at hand. Between the Council, our own work, and anything else going on, I do not need or want my condition to be a distraction for either of us.

The Council? [He draws back a little, the slant of his eyebrows forming deep lines in his forehead.] Fuck them, I'd sooner quit the Council than risk not being there for you.

Which -- [He holds up a hand before Viktor can dismiss the sentiment yet again.] I heard what you said. But I don't know how long you were lying there, Viktor. If I'd been too late --

What-? [Viktor's head snapped up in a sudden turn, looking straight at Jayce with something between exhaustion and indignation. The dark circles under his eyes were more pronounced than ever, an irritated scowl worn into the lines on his face.]

Then the same thing would have happened that will happen regardless. You can not just--Jayce, you are one of the only people in that room that gives a damn about anything other than themselves. If you walk away from that, nothing is ever going to improve.

I could pass our thoughts onto Councilor Medarda and she can implement them. It's taking me away from the lab, it's taking me away from you. I could still do good, just -- from a distance.

[But the expression on Viktor's face causes him an almost physical pain, and he scrubs his hands over his face. When he speaks again, he sounds small. Tired.] If it means that much to you...

For the love of--Jayce, we promised we would help people. Improve lives, the world, whatever we could. Why-...

[His voice hitched unpleasantly in his throat, and Viktor looked away again with a faint scowl.]

...you...you should stay. With her, with the Council. I will not have you risk everything over something temporary.

[He looks up so quickly the muscles of his neck snap almost audibly, expression confused.] With her? What do you mean?

...Really? We are pretending you two do not make starry eyes at each other whenever you are in a room together? I saw the two of you do as much the night we met, for Janna's sake.

She's... [Another sigh. He'd been concerned that Viktor might be angry with him. That he knew somehow where he was that night that he collapsed, and the idea of it upset him.]

She's intelligent, and attractive. I can't deny that. But she's a friend, that's all. What I have with you means more than all that.

[He was angry, of course, but not about that. Those circumstances were out of anyone's control; it didn't matter where Jayce had been or what he had been doing, in Viktor's own mind. There was no reason to fault him for that.]

[What he could fault was this absolute stupidity. Quitting the Council over something like this, when staying could present opportunities to affect real and significant change? Absurd.]

There is no reason to defend yourself, Jayce. I am saying you will be better off staying where you are. At least then you will have some kind of purpose to focus on rather than an empty lab to return to in the future.

[He pulls away, standing and pacing over to the window instead. He's thrumming with anxious energy and needs to move somehow.]

I wish you would stop talking like you're going to drop dead tomorrow. Janna's mercy, Viktor, just because you've accepted your death doesn't mean I have!

...

Is it so objectionable that I want to know you will not be left alone if and when the worst should happen?

That's not fair to either of us, Viktor. Or to her, honestly. There is -- a mutual physical attraction, sure. But that's not where my heart lies. It wouldn't feel right to lean on her like that, knowing I don't feel the way she might want me to.

Fine, but the point stands. I do not expect you to quit the Council and drop everything for a temporary problem.

Viktor I swear sometimes you are so stubborn -- [In three long strides he's across the room and cupping his hands over either side of Viktor's face to draw him up into a heated, bordering on desperate kiss]

What are y- [That was all he managed to get out except for the abrupt gasp of surprise that was swiftly interrupted, gold eyes wide with shock as Viktor's mind raced with something like panic--we can't, he can't do this, what is he thinking, this is just going to hurt him--before going abruptly blank.]

[Because of course he wanted this, no matter how terrible an idea. No matter how much it was going to hurt the one person who mattered, selfish as Viktor was he still wanted it. He needed this warmth and contact now more than ever--thin and trembling fingers twisting in Jayce's collar, a soft and desperate whine vibrating in the back of his throat. Please. Please don't leave me alone.]

[One knee goes to the sofa cushion so he can support himself without taking his hands off of Viktor, and he needs to be closer right now. He should have done this ages ago. He should have done this while they were floating that night, and every night since.

There's a moment of worry, of doubt, but then Viktor is pulling him close and oh sweet mercy that noise. Even if this doesn't go beyond today, at least he'll have that noise and the feeling of Viktor's mouth against his to remember.]

Jayce- [Barely louder than a whisper, soft and insistent against his partner's mouth as Viktor tried as hard as he could to formulate an argument. Or any real coherent thought at all, half-lidded eyes trying to keep some semblance of focus.] -you shouldn't-...I-...

[Logic was desperately trying to get desire in a headlock and stop this before it started, with limited success judging by how any objection faltered in quietly shuddering breaths.]

Maybe not. [He can feel Viktor's breath against his mouth, and he decides then and there that this is worth everything. He strokes the backs of his fingers over his partner's cheek, pulling away only a little to try and judge his expression. Seeking answers that don't quite have questions.]

But this is what I meant. This is where my affection lies. Here, with you.

I...

[Slowly, Viktor forced himself to let go of Jayce's collar; turning his head and lowering his eyes rather than look at him.]

I can not let you do this. For your own sake, just stop this now before one of us does something you will regret later.

With all due respect, Viktor? Fuck "can". [He laughs, a little breathless, a little giddy, and tucks a wayward piece of hair behind Viktor's ear.] I want to do this.

I'd regret it more if we didn't try.

Edited (icon) 2025-07-31 02:12 (UTC)

...

[Viktor couldn't bring himself to look up, because he knew he'd give in the second he did. Eyes closed and mouth pressed into a thin, trembling line, when he finally spoke it was in quiet words on the brink of shattering like glass.]

Please. Do not do this to yourself. You can do so much better than...than something broken- [His voice cracked under what felt like the pressure of everything collapsing in on him, Viktor pressing a hand to his mouth as if trying to silence it.]

Viktor... [He says the name like it's a treasure, like it's something as precious to him as one of his crystals. Slowly, he moves to sit next to Viktor again, taking his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles.]

You might be -- [Dying, he can't quite say.] You might be sick, but I don't think you're broken. Not to me, anyway.

...don't be ridiculous. I am not--I have never been-... [good enough.]

You can not possibly truly want this.

I didn't leave your side the whole time you were in the hospital, Viktor, and I don't plan on doing so now. [He occupies his nervous energy by toying with Viktor's fingers. The ones he's watched so many times, gesturing while he talks.]

Why don't we do it this way. I had planned on staying a few days until you feel more ready to be back in the lab. The doctor suggested at least another two or three days of rest, anyway.

If, by the end of that, I discover this isn't what I want, I'll make my decision then. That's a more scientific approach, don't you think? [It's a little needling, and it's said with a slightly wry smile.]

... [Still, he didn't look up--quickly swiping the back of his other hand across his eyes as he tried to find some stability to his voice.]

...fine. Fine. I...would not hate the company, at least. If you want to stay that badly, I will not stop you.

Well I'm glad you wouldn't hate my company. [He nudges his shoulder against Viktor's teasingly.] Besides, who else could bring you my mom's sopita de estrellitas? It's um -- it's like a tomato soup with little star shaped noodles.

She makes it for me whenever I'm not feeling well. Says it can cure anything.

[Despite the weight of his own fears and miserable uncertainties...Viktor's mouth twitched into the smallest hint of an exhausted smile.]

That...does sound nice, actually.

[That smile warms something at the centre of his chest, and he presses a small kiss to Viktor's fingertips.] Then... that's what we'll do. Neither of us have to make a decision either way, for a while.

[Viktor shifted uncomfortably, daring to lean on his partner's shoulder just slightly. He couldn't let this happen, but...gods, he wanted it to.]

I think right now I am just...tired, Jayce.

[Jayce looks rather embarrassed, remembering suddenly why they're here in the first place.] Oh -- gods, of course you are. Here I am rambling away at you. I need to run out and get a few things, but let's get you comfortable, first.

If you tell me where your sheets and things are, I can get your bed ready.

No--no it's fine. I would rather take care of it on my own. You should go do whatever it is you need to, I will be fine for a while.

I'm trusting you on this. [He's trying to lighten to mood a little. A bit of silliness for the sake of some levity after the strain of the past few days.] But if I come back and you fainted again, I'm going to be extremely upset.

You worry too much. I think I will be able to manage without you for a short while, somehow.

I worry the correct amount. I ran tests and gathered data, that's my conclusion. [There's a temptation to kiss Viktor somehow as he stands. On the cheek, or the forehead perhaps. He settles for passing a hand over his partner's hair, ruffling it lightly.]

Any requests, while I'm out? Not necessarily something you need, but something you might want.

[Viktor frowned in what was more a token attempt at annoyance rather than anything serious, rolling his eyes.]

No, there is nothing I can think of.

I'll be back, then. With an overnight bag for me, sopita for you -- and Janna knows probably a bunch of other food. Her personal tea blend, certainly, that she won't even tell me how to make.

So remember! [He grabs his bag and slings it over his shoulder.] I'm not spoiling you, my mom is. So you're obligated to accept it.

I will be here when you get back, and decidedly not on the floor.

[True to his word, however long it took Jayce to get back, Viktor would be found in his room--or rather, he'd find a pile of blankets in the vague shape of someone curled up underneath them in the characteristic way of feeling particularly unwell, back and leg braces lying across a nearby chair.]

[When Jayce returns, he brings with him his usual messenger bag, plus a small duffle with a few changes of clothes and some essentials. In his arms are two large paper grocery bags filled with containers of the promised sopita, a few tins of Ximena's powdered tea mix, and a variety of meals in small containers that are easy to reheat. Jayce didn't count, but he suspects there's enough food to last for almost two weeks.

Everything gets put away in the fridge, and Jayce's back gets set on the sofa to deal with later. When he peeks into Viktor's bedroom, he sees the blanket lump.] Hmm. Well, mysterious blanket pile, have you seen Viktor?

[There was a wordless mumble of affirmation, the blanket shifting like it was curling in on itself a little further. Probably a worse day than Viktor had been letting on, or one that had caught up to him.]

Hey... [He moves into the room a little, reaching out to touch what he's fairly certain is the top of Viktor's head.] I can make you tea, if you want it. And the doctor sent you home with some painkillers...

...m'just tired. [A hand reached out at the sound of a hoarsely muttered answer, curling loosely around Jayce's wrist.]

...sorry. If I made you think...that I didn't feel the same.

Oh -- hey, now. [Carefully, he sits on the edge of the bed, turning their hands a little so he can take Viktor's hand properly.] I shouldn't have put all that on you right now.

Mm...it's fine. I just...

[He squeezed Jayce's hand, just slightly.]

...do not want to hurt you. You deserve more than that.

Just keep being honest with me. That's all I need. That's all I ever need you to be, I promise.

...

I would like it if you stayed here. Please.

Of course I will. As long as you want me to, I'll stay. [He hesitates for only a moment before pressing a kiss to the back of Viktor's hand]

[Viktor emerged partially from the pile of blankets; hair a mess, pale and with eyes he would determinedly ignore were a little redder than they had been before Jayce left.]

I...am sorry to have made you worry so much about me.

I always worry. My mom says it makes my eyebrows wrinkle. [He wraps an arm around whatever part of Viktor has emerged from the blankets, nuzzling affectionately at his hair.]

I worry because this isn't something I know how to fix.

[He straightened up with some effort, only to end up curling against Jayce's side--a terrible idea in Viktor's own opinion, but something he badly needed right now.]

I do not think there is any fixing it.

Maybe not. [Now that Viktor is closer, Jayce can wrap around him properly. There's a temptation to pull him into his lap, but he'd rather let Viktor make that decision for himself.]

But we can handle it. We can take things as they come.

...

[Viktor didn't say anything for a long moment, instead choosing to hide his face against Jayce's shoulder and wrap both arms around him like this was all he had left.]

You do not...have to do this. It's difficult, I'm difficult, there is no reason to trouble yourself so much.

Well then isn't it a good thing that I love a challenge? [He shifts the position of his arms a little, one staying around his waist and the other settling against his back so he can gently cradle the back of Viktor's head. Fingers toying aimlessly with the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck.]

It's not difficult for me. Not if it's you.

[There was a quiet sound muffled against his shoulder, a short huffed breath that was nearly a weak laugh.]

I really...can not talk you out of this, can I?

I'm afraid you're stuck with me. Besides. [He nuzzles into the soft strands of Viktor's hair, smelling the light herbal scent of his shampoo.] Even if you got rid of me, you'd never be able to get rid of my mom. I think she likes you better.

I think I am a good deal less exasperating than certain people.

[he's wrong, but he thinks it.]

Edited 2025-08-04 03:51 (UTC)

I don't know about that. It could be your very endearing freckles.

Is this really any time to start flirting, Jayce?

[admittedly, it did seem to make him feel a little better, emotionally if not physically.]

You're right, it's rude of me to bring up how charming you are at a time like this. [It feels... easy. Holding Viktor like this. This closeness that he craves so badly finally being at least in part satisfied. Though he does suspect he might not feel fully close enough to Viktor without somehow fitting himself inside his chest cavity.

But those are thoughts for later.]

Terribly so, yes.

[Viktor went quiet for a moment after that, tension in his body slowly starting to leave it as he relaxed little by little. Nothing was really any better, but...it was easier to carry right now, if nothing else.]

Sorry...really shouldn't fall asleep on you.

You should sleep as much as you need. I can sit here with you, if you want me to, while you sleep. But either way I'll be here when you wake up.

...oh, shut up and lie down, will you?

[Too tired to be argued with or really think about the potential consequences, Viktor muttered that in what sounded like defeated exasperation.]

Well since you asked nicely. [Jayce rolls his eyes a little, but rearranges blankets in order to be able to lie down in Viktor's nest with him, wrapping around him again.]

Like this?

Sometimes you just talk far too much.

[Curling against him with less hesitation now, the corner of Viktor's mouth twitched into a nearly imperceptible smile.]

Even my patience only lasts so long.

Edited 2025-08-05 04:27 (UTC)

[Jayce's chin rests against the top of Viktor's head, arms protectively around him. The fingertips of one hand trace circles and swirls over his back, soothingly.] It's true, I am pretty verbose. Actions speak louder than words, hm?

Mm. [Hummed contentedly against Jayce's shoulder, thin arms curling around his waist.]

...you're warm.

Yeah? [He cradles Viktor like he's precious. Not quite like he's fragile, but like he might melt away if Jayce doesn't hold him as close and as tight as he can]

[Viktor answered in little more than a soft sound in the affirmative, pressing a little closer with a slow release of tension through his back and shoulders.]

...too kind to me. Always have been.

I don't know about too kind. I don't think it's possible to be too kind. But I'm happy to be kind to you. I care about you, Viktor. Of course I'd be kind.

You do not have to go to so much trouble looking after me. And you certainly do not have to stay with me like this.

[Murmured against his shoulder:]

Miluju tě, you are so much better than I deserve.

[from here]

Wrapping up now. The new parts need to cool for a few hours anyway, so I'm sure we can find some way to occupy our time?

[There's been an almost tangible tension between them, since their meeting. First anger, then intrigue and then... whatever this is. The almost irresistible urge to touch Viktor somehow, whenever they were close enough. And now this agreement, as Viktor had called it. Not quite dating, but a mutual relieving of tension.

Jayce doesn't bother putting his shirt back on, on the way back up to the lab. He's walked the halls shirtless often enough anyway, and he suspects it's what Viktor's expecting. Instead, the shirt and the bag with his notebooks are slung over his shoulder as he hurries back up, making sure to lock the door behind them.]

Vik? Hopefully I didn't miss my window.

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and the wanting comes in waves... [for hexcrafter]

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i've played all my cards, and that's what you've done too... [for hexcrafter]

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