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Viktor was more than well accustomed to late nights and only sleeping after his body gave out and he collapsed on a workbench somewhere, hunched over his work. He would tell anyone who asked that he didn’t really need sleep and that his body functioned fine without it. Of course, this was incredibly not true, but he didn’t want anyone to think that he wasn’t taking care of himself, so he used it as an excuse.
Jayce, on the other hand, was not accustomed to it. It became clear immediately after Jayce and Viktor had worked in the lab side-by-side for a few weeks. It wasn’t uncommon for Jayce to pass out on his desk and wake up to find Viktor still diligently working. The answer that many people had given was to have one of them take a day shift and the other a night shift, but the duo found that working next to each other at the same time not only allowed them to double check the other’s work, but also to work more efficiently.
Each was too afraid to say why the other one made them feel so much better when they worked together.
Tonight, though, was a lab session like no other. A long 27 hour day of no answers, no breakthroughs, and dead ends had left both Viktor and Jayce exhausted. Viktor was upset; there was no denying that the way he threw around his tools and tapped his foot against the ground meant that the frustrating circumstance was starting to get to him. He had, at first, politely declined Jayce’s invitation to get some sleep, instead promising that he would only sleep after they had made some progress.
Jayce was not of the same mind. He firmly believed that no one does their best work while ready to fall asleep, but refused to head to bed without Viktor doing the same. So the two sat, with Viktor working towards making progress and Jayce struggling to focus, in comfortable silence.
Viktor worked steadily with no problems, intertwining wires through themselves, screwing in different pieces, and writing new runes. A strange feeling on the back of his neck causes him to turn, and he sees Jayce staring directly at him. As he looks at his friend, Jayce’s face turns red and he turns back to his own work, leaving Viktor to puzzle over why Jayce was looking at him.
The two work for a few more minutes before the same feeling crawls down Viktor’s neck, and he finds Jayce is looking at him again. They go back and forth like this for the better part of an hour, until Viktor’s curiosity takes over him and he fully turns to look at Jayce.
“Tell me, is there something wrong with me? Something on my shirt, perhaps?” Viktor says it with an amused tone of voice; he watches Jayce’s reaction carefully, trying to figure out what the meaning of the strange behavior is.
“Oh, uh, no. You’re fine.” Jayce says sheepishly. “I’m just having trouble focusing, I guess.”
“That is understandable, given the amount of time we have been awake.” Viktor sighs, eyes darting to the clock. They’ve reached a strong 28 hour streak of straight work. “Perhaps it would be best if you went to get some rest. I’ll wake you up in an hour or two.”
“No, no.” Jayce says immediately, “I won’t let you sit here and do all the work. I’ll manage. I’m fine, I promise.” He offers a consolation smile that doesn’t seem all too convincing, but the two of them turn back to their work.
After a few minutes, Viktor’s eyes and hands don’t leave his work as he calls out: “Jayce, I can feel you staring at me again. Would you like to share what you’re thinking about?” When he lifts up his goggles to stare at his friend, he finds that Jayce’s face is already a deep red.
“Nothing important.” Jayce mumbles. “Just the project.”
“I see…” Viktor nods before taking the goggles off his head and setting them on the desk. Reaching for the cane standing against the desk next to him, he groans as he pushes himself upwards.
“Hey,” Jayce says, immediately rising and holding out his arms as if ready to catch Viktor.
“I’m just going to make some more tea.” Viktor says, his free hand waving away Jayce’s concern. “You take a break for a few minutes. I’ll be back soon.”
The clicking of his cane and uneven footsteps echoes down the long hallway as he moves through the empty, dark building. It has always been strange to Viktor how much different the building seems at night. In the daytime, it’s bustling with students heading from one place to another, chatting and laughing, but in the night, it’s almost creepy.
Viktor gets to the kitchen, breathing deeply as he sets a kettle of water to boil. Just as he’s about to grab two teacups to put their drinks in, he feels someone come up from behind him. His first instinct is to tense up, and as Jayce’s strong arms snake around him, he finds that he still doesn’t relax.
Why is Jayce hugging him? Is something wrong? Did something happen?
“Jayce… are you okay?” Viktor drawls, his accent thickening unintentionally.
“I’m alright.” Jayce buries his face in the crook of Viktor’s neck, inhaling deeply. What does Viktor do? On the one hand, this situation seems like something out of his dreams, but on the other, he’s definitely overthinking it. Jayce is tired and he wants comfort. That’s all there is to it, Viktor tells himself.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to sleep?” Viktor says softly. Jayce tightens his grip around Viktor’s midsection, pulling Viktor closer into his body.
“No.” He whispers, his voice muffled by Viktor’s shirt and neck. “I don’t want to.”
“And you’re sure you’re fine?” Viktor turns around, meeting Jayce face-to-face. With a tentative movement, Viktor lifts his hand to Jayce’s forehead, checking for a temperature. Jayce hums as their skin touches, his eyes closing softly as he does.
“I had an idea for an experiment that I want to get your permission for.” Jayce says slowly.
“We’re partners, Jayce.” Viktor says with a little laugh. “You don’t have to ask my permission for doing experiments.”
“It’s not an experiment on the crystal.” Jayce says, his eyes opening but his grip on Viktor not wavering. His hands begin to drift down from Viktor’s back and carefully rest on his hips, keeping them firmly planted just inches apart. “It’s a… psychology experiment, I guess.”
“And you want me to participate?” Viktor gives him a curious look. “Since when have you ever shown an interest in psychology before?”
“I was just thinking about it earlier. When I was distracted from my work.” Something flashes behind Jayce’s eyes that Viktor can’t quite catch.
Or maybe he just doesn’t want to let himself hope.
“What if I make you a deal?” Viktor says slowly. “I will participate in your psychological experiment if you get some rest.”
“Why don’t we do it now?” Jayce bites at his bottom lip. “We could both use the break and that way I can sleep after we do it.”
“How long do you think it will take?” Viktor says, turning as the kettle begins to shriek. Jayce lets his arms fall slowly, hands grazing over his hips in a way that makes both of them shudder. Viktor suddenly feels colder than he did before.
“No more than an hour, I imagine.” Jayce says earnestly, cupping his hands over Viktor’s as Viktor begins to pour the tea into the teacups.
“Okay. Sounds like a deal to me.” Viktor extends his hand and the two shake good-naturedly on it. Jayce grabs both the teacups before Viktor can get to his and walks slowly as the two move back through the hallways and into the lab.
Viktor finishes his tea with record quickness. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t beyond curious about what Jayce is planning for his experiment. Perhaps he would be testing mental reactions to certain stimuli, or maybe the way in which bias prevents a person from expanding certain thoughts, or maybe-
“Vik?” Jayce says, and Viktor becomes aware that Jayce is looking at him expectantly.
“What?” Viktor says, clearly not having heard whatever Jayce just asked him.
“I asked if you’re ready to go.” Jayce stands up and offers Viktor a hand, allowing Viktor to lean on his arm as he walks them both over to a mostly empty desk with a chair in front of it.
“What is this experiment testing, exactly?” Viktor asks as he sits down in the chair.
“I can’t tell you, otherwise it’ll affect the way you process it.” Jayce says. If Viktor isn’t mistaken, he seems incredibly nervous.
“Ah, that makes sense.” Viktor nods slowly.
“Just, uh, if it gets too much, or you’re uncomfortable, or even if you just want to get back to work, tell me and we’ll stop. Alright?”
“I trust you, Jayce. It’ll be fun, I’m sure.” Viktor offers him a reassuring smile and then Jayce instructs him to close his eyes.
Viktor isn’t sure what he expected. He knew what he was hoping for, but hopes and expectations are unfortunately two very different things. So when he feels Jayce rest a gentle, gentle hand on his face, he isn’t quite sure what is going to happen. But slowly, another hand rests on his knee and slowly glides up his thigh.
Slowly, surely and softly, Jayce guides his hands up and down Viktor’s body, pausing carefully sometimes to allow Viktor to stop him. Viktor never does, instead deciding to focus on keeping his breathing even so that Jayce doesn’t feel the way his breath hitches as Jayce’s hands explore a new piece of his body.
They sit like that for only a few minutes, but to Viktor, it could have been hours. He’s on cloud nine, his eyes still shut, just enjoying the sensation of having someone treat his body so kindly.
“Are you doing okay?” Jayce’s voice is quiet and deepy, huskier than it normally is. It brings about a strange feeling in Viktor’s stomach and he doesn’t trust his voice not to crack, so he just nods with a slight “mh-hm”.
“May I keep going?” Jayce asks, a hint of excitement in his voice.
“Mh-hm.” Viktor nods again, his eyes still closed. Maybe he’s worried that when he opens them, this will all be a dream, but he doesn’t know. All he knows is that Jayce asked him to keep his eyes shut and that’s what he’s going to do.
Jayce’s hands continue to roam up and down his body, until they fall over his vest and toy with the buttons there. It’s like Jayce is working up the confidence to actually unbutton them, and Viktor now can’t help but open his eyes, staring up into Jayce’s as Jayce stares down at him with an expression that Viktor doesn’t recognize.
“Is this all your experiment is?” Viktor asks softly, his voice barely glancing over a whisper.
“Do you want it to be more?” Jayce replies, his tone matches Viktor’s. Viktor, who is still sitting in the chair with Jayce towering over him, responds by reaching up and running his hand along Jayce’s tie. He makes a show of smoothing it out, pressing out the wrinkles with his fingertips, before yanking it down and connecting his lips with Jayce’s.
Viktor’s deductive reasoning tells him that Jayce was not expecting this, based on the yelp that flies from his mouth. Perhaps it’s that Viktor is stronger than you would or expect or that the feeling of the kiss is the most amazing feeling in the world, but Viktor’s deduction stops there.
They kiss until Jayce breaks away for air, and even then, the break only lasts a few seconds before Jayce is diving back in for more.
It’s intoxicating and it feels better than anything either of them has ever felt before. Slowly, steadily, Jayce tries to lower himself down onto Viktor’s lap so that he’s straddling Viktor’s thighs, but the added weight on Viktor’s bad leg causes Viktor to cry out and press his head against the back of the chair, his hand immediately flying to the leg.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Jayce jumps back instantly, his hands in the air and regret swooning through his body. “How can I help, what can I do?” He asks, watching the pain on Viktor’s face gradually decrease. God, he feels awful. How much of a dick do you have to be to only think about your pleasure first and not think about Viktor’s leg? Jayce beats himself up in his head, watching Viktor’s expression intently.
“Help me up.” Viktor tosses a hand outward for Jayce to latch onto. “Please.”
With an even bigger knot of regret and self-loathing growing in his stomach, Jayce helps Viktor up, promising to grab his cane quickly.
Viktor’s hand catches his bicep, turning Jayce back to face Viktor. Viktor’s hands slowly guide Jayce into the seat, where he then, with Jayce’s help, lowers himself on top of Jayce’s lap.
“We’re scientists.” Viktor whispers softly, his breath tickling Jayce’s neck. “We adapt and we overcome.” With a grin, he moves his lips back towards Jayce and although the feeling of worry towards Viktor doesn’t dissipate, Jayce’s anger towards himself recedes.
The two resume kissing and Viktor eagerly allows Jayce to slip his tongue into Viktor’s mouth. They sit like that for a few minutes until Jayce slips a hand around Viktor’s back to keep him balanced and Viktor moans softly into Jayce’s mouth. The sudden noise from Viktor causes Jayce’s hips to snap upwards a bit and the friction between the two of them causes Viktor to moan again, loud and complete this time.
“Why-” Viktor said breathlessly. “Why does that feel so good?”
“Have you never…” Jayce looks down at Viktor with big eyes. “Have you never done this before?”
“I-” Viktor is suddenly embarrassed to tell Jayce that he has absolutely zero experience. None. He’s never even…
“No, I didn’t mean it as a bad thing at all!” Jayce immediately backtracks. “It’s just- you’re hot. I can’t imagine no one has ever wanted to… y’know.”
“I’m… hot?” Viktor doesn’t mean for it to sound as genuine as it does, but there is a genuine question behind his words.
“Are you kidding me?” Jayce laughs, his hands kneading Viktor’s skin underneath them. “I feel winded just being around you. You don’t know how long I’ve been wondering what’s underneath this extremely-well-fitting vest.”
Viktor sits for a moment, computing what Jayce said. Him? Hot? The thought had never really crossed his mind. In fact, he had decided from a pretty early age that two things were never going to be an option for him: romance and being healthy. The world had never really seemed to present him with the opportunity to change that, though, so he had always felt it a sign that he was right.
He’s torn quite quickly from his thoughts as a sharp pain springs from his neck. When he becomes aware of his surroundings, he finds that Jayce is positioned against his neck, sucking the skin and gently pressing the tip of his tongue against it.
A moment later, he is overcome with the rush of pleasure that comes with it.
“Mmmm… Jayce.” Viktor hums, catching the moan in his throat before it can escape.
“I’m trying to find your sweet spot.” Jayce mutters against his neck. Jayce’s hot breath feels great against Viktor’s skin.
“My… ‘sweet spot’?” Viktor asks, immediately understanding what Jayce means as Jayce sucks on a spot at the corner of his jaw. Involuntarily, Viktor’s hips snap upwards and the friction makes a breathy moan escape from his mouth.
“God, if you keep making noises like that I’m going to undress you right now.” Jayce says it so quietly that Viktor almost wonders if he didn’t mean to say it at all, but he tries to test the water by wiggling his hips and gently rubbing them up and down.
Viktor’s miniature experiment has great results, as he hears Jayce whimper from underneath him. And it’s the sweetest goddamn sound that Viktor has ever heard. He feels himself get hard in his pants, which is a completely new and kind of uncomfortable sensation. But being in such close quarters with Jayce lets him feel that Jayce has already been hard for quite some time, so he isn’t embarrassed about it.
He continues playing with his hips, mostly moving up and down with them because that’s what seems to pull the sweetest whimpers from Jayce’s throat. Viktor can’t get enough of the sounds and it’s all he can do to not go as fast as possible to hear them more, hoping he can get Jayce to be even louder.
“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna…” Jayce says, putting his hands on Viktor’s hips to stop his movement. Viktor lets out of a sigh of protest.
“You’ve never done this before, right?” Jayce asks softly. Viktor nods.
“Alright, then, I want to show you something that I think you’ll like.” Jayce says and Viktor smiles slightly. He trusts Jayce more than he even trusts himself, so when Jayce picks him up and gently lets him sit back in the chair by himself, he doesn’t complain. He keeps his eyes on Jayce the whole time, completely admiring the way that his muscles tighten against his shirt and how focused his face gets when he’s trying not to hurt Viktor.
“May I?” Jayce asks, tugging softly on Viktor’s pants. Viktor nods hesitantly. Jayce unbuttons them and carefully tugs them down Viktor’s legs, getting to his knees before Viktor holds a hand towards Jayce to stop him. Jayce looks up at Viktor with concern, ready to take his hands off.
“I’m fine and you’re not hurting me, but… be careful.” He says, pulling his hand back. Jayce nods, removing Viktor’s pants more carefully than Viktor has ever removed them himself. Viktor turns his eyes towards the ceiling, not wanting to see Jayce’s reaction when he sees the state of his bad leg.
As soon as the pants have been tossed across the room and Viktor is just left in his shirt and his boxers, Viktor feels Jayce’s soft lips on the thigh of his bad leg. He looks down to see Jayce gently kissing up his thigh, softly sucking on some parts and running his fingers along the calf in a calming motion.
“You’re gorgeous.” Jayce whispers longingly. “Every goddamn part of you.” Viktor feels overwhelmed. He feels like crying. Not because of fear or sadness, but because he never, truly thought he would be able to have this experience in his life.
And for the first time in his life, he feels truly loved.
Jayce stays on his thigh for a little longer, before he kisses upwards towards Viktor’s dick. Viktor’s breath hitches as Jayce gets close, and Jayce takes that as an invitation to nibble softly on the skin there, winking up at Viktor.
Viktor is so hard that he’s glad he’s no longer wearing pants, but to the point that it’s starting to get quite uncomfortable. But there’s no good way to tell Jayce that, so he just stews in erotic torture until Jayce is finished with his teasing and begins to tug the wasteband of his boxers down.
Viktor’s cock springs upwards and Viktor watches Jayce’s eyes half light up as he sees it. Viktor expects Jayce to say something before he does whatever he’s about to do, but instead, he just goes for it, planting his mouth over the head of Viktor’s dick and running his tongue along the slit.
“Oh, fuck!” Viktor can’t contain himself as the sentence, followed by several expletives in his native tongue, spill out from his mouth.
“Don’t say that too loud.” Jayce teases, pulling back for just a moment. “Those words could end your career.”
“That’s why…” Viktor’s chest rises and falls lightly, and his sentences are split with shuddery breaths. “They’re only for you.” Jayce’s face lights up and a small groan escapes his lips before he turns back down and once again sets his mouth over the head of Viktor’s dick.
Viktor’s accent thickens exponentially as he sings Jayce’s praises. He’s not even monitoring the words that come out anymore, although he suspects it’s a solid mix of his first language and common. It isn’t until Jayce begins to slide down and take more of Viktor in his throat that Viktor actually calls out Jayce’s name in a lewd, moaning fashion.
He feels Jayce moan against his dick and the vibration sends the largest wave of pleasure through his body.
He expects Jayce to stop, but Jayce keeps going until his nose touches Viktor’s skin. Viktor is a shuddering, sweaty mess and can’t help it as his hands finally reach down to intertwine with Jayce’s messy hair. He thinks that’s the end of it and Jayce is going to pull back, but then Jayce swallows around his cock and it’s like nothing Viktor has ever felt before in his life. He feels a big buildup and suddenly white-hot pleasure touches every single nerve in his body and he feels as weightless as he did the night that he and Jayce figured out the hextech mechanism.
When his eyes open again and he blinks away the tears that formed, Viktor sees Jayce pulling backwards off his dick, running his tongue along the bottom to catch any lost fluid. He pulls off with a distinguished grin, his lips red and slightly swollen, as he winks at Viktor.
“Are you alright?” He asks nervously, offering a hand to support Viktor to get him to stand up.
“I don’t think either of my legs will work after that.” Viktor says with a laugh, accepting Jayce’s offer to stand. His legs wobble and Jayce helps him gently back into his pants before grabbing his cane so he can stand comfortably on his own.
“I think that was a good experiment, Viktor.” Jayce says with a feigned professionality. “I don’t believe I received enough data, though. Perhaps we should test again?”
“I believe that may be in order.” Viktor matches his professional tone. “After all, my house is much further than yours and we did make a deal.” Jayce remembers back to when Viktor made him promise to sleep after the experiment was finished.
“Would you like to return to my home so that we may rest and continue our research in the morning?” Jayce asks innocently.
Viktor circles his finger over Jayce’s clothed chest with a flirty expression. “Science never sleeps, Jayce. And neither do I.” And with a small wink and a movement of his hips that drives Jayce absolutely insane, the two lock up the lab and head to Jayce’s house.
Where they conduct extensive, hours long “research” before falling asleep in each other’s arms.