[ it's a terrible decision. an awful one. even if they tell themselves, promise themselves that it won't change a thing between them, that's a blatant lie isn't it? there's no going back to being just lab partners, the both of them know that. but also, there's no turning back. Jayce walks in the door, and Viktor looks like he's ready to devour the man. ]
Like shit, I know.
[ Viktor runs a hand through his hair, before reaching for his crutch propped against the countertop. ] Had this not been something so ... spur of the moment, I would've gussied myself up for you.
[ it takes him a moment. gathering up some nerve. some courage empowered by the drink. and he pries himself away from the counter, a few cautious steps forward. Viktor knows what he wants. he's been sure of that for a long time. what about Jayce? ]
I was going to say "so damned pretty" but okay. [he'd known, logically, that Viktor has a slender build, that much is obvious even through the layers of clothing he favours. but here, like this, with his shoulder exposed along with his collarbone, and gods his neck --
right, Viktor's talking to him.] I'm braced to the door because I almost fell over when I saw you. If this is you normally, I'm not certain I could handle "gussied up".
[ --Viktor almost coughs, but manages to cover it up, clearing his throat and averting his gaze. that's not fair. he can feel his face heating up. this is just supposed to be ... just something inconsequential, stress release, scratching that itch. Jayce isn't supposed to be all sweet on him. ]
Jayce, please. [ mumbled, awkward. his hand moves to the back of his neck. this is stupid. he's not pretty. Jayce doesn't have to do that. ] You don't have to do that.
Would I be here if I didn't think so. [he pushes off the door, finally, and takes a few steps towards Viktor. starting to close the distance, but stopping shy of doing so completely.]
I did say I liked delicate features and a pushy personality. Who else would I be talking about?
[ in retrospect ... maybe Viktor should've figured that out. as much as he might scoff at the notion of being called delicate, it'd be hard for a more sober mind to argue the fact. delicate features don't necessarily mean fragile. Jayce knows better.
but now it's hitting him in the face. Jayce is looking at him so earnestly, impossible to call him out for bluffing. he's getting closer. Viktor's supposed to be the one calling the shots, and he can feel his composure slipping when Jayce is nearly within arm's reach. ]
Jayce. [ firm. as best he can manage. as much as he wants to just say fuck it and throw himself at the man. it shows in his eyes, in his voice, his shaky breaths. ]
For... [what is he here for? for Viktor, he knows that much. right now, his whole body aches to sink to his knees and bury his face against Viktor's stomach, or his thigh, or wherever his partner would let him. or fuck, he'd be happy to just kneel for him, even if he couldn't touch.
this is dangerous. this is more than just scratching an itch and he knows that. but maybe it's not what Viktor wants, so he needs to take it easier. pull back, be more casual.
but what comes out in a rush of breath is -- ] For whatever you want me for.
[ a dangerous game, that. for both of them. whatever you want me for.
how truthful should he be? should he tell Jayce about all the men (it's a far smaller number than he's making it seem, but the point remains,) who had similar enough features that for a night, he could pretend? why he kept persisting with his unhealthy habits because he knew he would never have what he truly wanted? and here that man is, for whatever Viktor wants him for.
it's ridiculous. he could laugh. Viktor just barely refrains. ]
Come here. [ he beckons Jayce closer with a finger. they may as well start somewhere. ]
[as if he could resist Viktor's voice wrapped around those words, the finger seals the deal. almost in a trance, he moves to stand more directly in front of Viktor. close enough to see the rise and fall of his chest, the way his lips are parted just slightly.
Jayce's eyes flick from from Viktor's slender frame up to his mouth, and finally his eyes. his own heart is racing, but they should establish some parameters here. beyond the details they were pretending weren't about each other in their conversation that somehow lead here.]
[ Janna, he has this man wrapped around his finger tonight, doesn't he? the corner of his lips curls upward, just for a moment, a brief hint of a smirk. he really would follow any command, won't he? that kind of power over one person could be dangerous.
probably a good thing Viktor's been drinking, then. he's not on his A-game. ]
Good. [ no touching unless told to. it's a start. Viktor's gaze roams up and down, admiring the view. his lab partner, near panting and needy, and they haven't even started yet. ]
You said you wanted to be pushed around for a few hours. [ emphasis on hours. ] Is that still true?
[ if Viktor's being honest, hours might be pushing it a bit on his end, too. but if he was fully sober, he probably wouldn't have answered those messages the way he did. maybe Jayce will call his bluff, maybe he won't. he may as well see how far this goes. ]
You're certain? [ Viktor steps just the slightest bit closer, tilting his head up, meeting Jayce's eyes. he watches him for a long moment. all the things he could have this man do. for hours. ]
Have you ever done something like this before? [ not so much trying to determine Jayce's general experience, but with this. specific. experience. he leans on his crutch, keeping a close eye on the man before him. the way he breathes. ]
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Like shit, I know.
[ Viktor runs a hand through his hair, before reaching for his crutch propped against the countertop. ] Had this not been something so ... spur of the moment, I would've gussied myself up for you.
[ it takes him a moment. gathering up some nerve. some courage empowered by the drink. and he pries himself away from the counter, a few cautious steps forward. Viktor knows what he wants. he's been sure of that for a long time. what about Jayce? ]
Are you stuck to the door?
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right, Viktor's talking to him.] I'm braced to the door because I almost fell over when I saw you. If this is you normally, I'm not certain I could handle "gussied up".
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Jayce, please. [ mumbled, awkward. his hand moves to the back of his neck. this is stupid. he's not pretty. Jayce doesn't have to do that. ] You don't have to do that.
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I did say I liked delicate features and a pushy personality. Who else would I be talking about?
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but now it's hitting him in the face. Jayce is looking at him so earnestly, impossible to call him out for bluffing. he's getting closer. Viktor's supposed to be the one calling the shots, and he can feel his composure slipping when Jayce is nearly within arm's reach. ]
Jayce. [ firm. as best he can manage. as much as he wants to just say fuck it and throw himself at the man. it shows in his eyes, in his voice, his shaky breaths. ]
What are you here for?
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this is dangerous. this is more than just scratching an itch and he knows that. but maybe it's not what Viktor wants, so he needs to take it easier. pull back, be more casual.
but what comes out in a rush of breath is -- ] For whatever you want me for.
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how truthful should he be? should he tell Jayce about all the men (it's a far smaller number than he's making it seem, but the point remains,) who had similar enough features that for a night, he could pretend? why he kept persisting with his unhealthy habits because he knew he would never have what he truly wanted? and here that man is, for whatever Viktor wants him for.
it's ridiculous. he could laugh. Viktor just barely refrains. ]
Come here. [ he beckons Jayce closer with a finger. they may as well start somewhere. ]
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Jayce's eyes flick from from Viktor's slender frame up to his mouth, and finally his eyes. his own heart is racing, but they should establish some parameters here. beyond the details they were pretending weren't about each other in their conversation that somehow lead here.]
I won't touch unless you tell me to.
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probably a good thing Viktor's been drinking, then. he's not on his A-game. ]
Good. [ no touching unless told to. it's a start. Viktor's gaze roams up and down, admiring the view. his lab partner, near panting and needy, and they haven't even started yet. ]
You said you wanted to be pushed around for a few hours. [ emphasis on hours. ] Is that still true?
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but especially now, with Viktor's almost molten gaze burning into him, and he nods. "hours" might be overestimating his stamina, but gods he wants.]
Yes. Please.
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You're certain? [ Viktor steps just the slightest bit closer, tilting his head up, meeting Jayce's eyes. he watches him for a long moment. all the things he could have this man do. for hours. ]
Have you ever done something like this before? [ not so much trying to determine Jayce's general experience, but with this. specific. experience. he leans on his crutch, keeping a close eye on the man before him. the way he breathes. ]