boyofprogress | OPEN RP POST

[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.

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