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“Viktor! Are you there?!”
Viktor wasn’t sure how long Jayce had been calling his name. But he could tell from the panic in his voice that it definitely wasn’t the first time his call had gone unanswered.
He looked up from the clipboard he’d been scribbling on.
“What is it, Jayce? I am trying to figure out the error in our calculations,” Viktor huffed.
“Viktor, I think I might be stuck.”
“What do you mean?” Viktor goaded.
Jayce stayed silent for a moment.
“You were right, Viktor,” Jayce admitted guiltily.
“Hmm, I’m having trouble remembering… What am I right about exactly?”
Jayce sighed, “I should have waited until Sky got back tomorrow… instead of climbing into our prototype myself.”
“Ahh, I’m starting to recall that conversation! And when you insisted that we fix the prototype tonight, I believe I told you that I should be the one to climb inside.”
“V, it’s not that I don’t think you’re able-,”
“That’s what it sounded like to me. You think I can’t lay on my back on the floor, or crawl backwards into the access panel of our prototype, or hold a mini flashlight in my teeth while I figure out where the leak is originating from? Which one of these things did you think I’d be unable to do? Or- eh- was it all three?” Viktor said, not trying very hard to keep the frustration out of his voice.
“I’m sorry, Viktor. But you seriously expected me to stand by and do nothing while you set your cane down to crawl on the floor?”
“Yes. Exactly that,” Viktor said tersely.
“Ugh I’m sorry! Okay?...Now, can you please help me get out of here? I was able to get my arms inside when I climbed in but now my elbows keep getting caught when I try to get back out.”
Viktor finally looked up from the clipboard and made his way over to the machine Jayce was partially entombed in.
He took in the situation at hand. Jayce appeared to be genuinely stuck in the machine, his face and arms completely hidden from view. Viktor also noticed a few other things: the way Jayce’s legs were splayed open—the way his hips laid flush to the ground—the way his narrowed waist tapered up to a broad chest—a broad heaving chest
“Jayce, are you alright? Your breathing is suggesting that you might be panicked,” Viktor asked as he lowered himself slowly to the ground beside the machine.
“I’m sorry! I’m freaking out a little, Vik. I’ve never been trapped in a space this small.”
“No need to be sorry. Many people experience claustrophobia. It’s okay, Jayce,” Viktor said softly.
He put out his hand to give Jayce a comforting pat before realizing he couldn’t exactly reach Jayce’s arms, shoulder, or back at this moment. He pivoted, punctuating his statement with a light hand to Jayce’s knee.
“Thanks, V,” Jayce uttered, voice a bit breathy as his knee pushed back into Viktor’s touch.
“Since I doubt I have the strength to pull you out, I think the only reasonable course of action would be to unscrew one of the panels to the side of the access panel. That should give you enough breathing room to get out.”
“Wait… don’t the side panels have like twenty screws holding them in place? That’s going to take forever!” Jayce whined, his chest starting to heave again.
“Jayce, take deep slow breaths. You are okay,” Viktor placed his hand back to Jayce’s knee, gripping it firmly.
“O-okay, V,” Jayce said, calming down a bit.
“Now I must find the square screwdriver so I can get started on those panels.”
“Just don’t go too far, okay?”
“I won’t leave the room, Jayce. But I have to go dig around on the desk to find it.”
Viktor got up and started searching the desk for the specialized screwdriver, moving aside half-empty mugs and piles of blueprints.
“Viktor, are you still there?” Jayce called out, his voice tinged with panic.
“I’m right here, Jayce. It’s only been a minute, if that. I’m sorry, but the desk is a mess.”
Viktor redoubled his efforts, finding every tool that they owned except for the damn square screwdriver.
“V, I feel like I can’t breathe… Seriously, do you think I can suffocate in here- it feels like I can- it feels like I am.”
Viktor abandoned his search to return to Jayce’s side, his cane rapidly clacking against the concrete floor.
“Jayce, you can’t suffocate in there. It is not airtight. You must calm down,” Viktor said evenly as he pressed a hand to Jayce’s chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat.
“I’m trying! Your touch is helping… I-I think it’s grounding me.”
“Alright… I’ll sit here for a minute until you’re okay for me to get up… Um- do you need more touch?” Viktor asked, cognizant that he had already touched Jayce more today than he had their entire partnership.
“Please, V… Whatever you’re comfortable with, it’s the only thing that’s helping me right now.”
Viktor wrapped his arms around Jayce’s torso, the closest thing he could give to a hug. He rested his head on Jayce’s chest. It was somehow easier to touch Jayce when he was like this. Perhaps it was Jayce’s transparency with how vulnerable he was feeling or maybe it was just easier to touch Jayce when his large shining eyes weren’t lighting up as they always did on the rare occasions Viktor returned Jayce’s casual touches.
He relaxed considerably. Viktor could hear his heartbeat gradually decrease with every second they laid there together.
“Are you okay for me to continue my search?” Viktor asked, hearing his heartbeat start to quicken already.
“Y-yeah, yeah I’ll be okay- whatever you have to do.”
Viktor got up and looked again for the tool, eyes surveying the other surfaces in the room with no luck. He sighed, returning again to the cluttered desk to sift through the mess they had accumulated there over the past week in their hurry to finish the prototype before their next deadline.
“Why are the tools never in their places- why I never- what is this even doing here?” Viktor muttered to himself as his hand landed in a small puddle of spilled oil, shaking it off before rubbing it on his pants.
The last few minutes had been quiet… too quiet.
“Jayce? Are you o-,” Viktor started to ask before rushing back to his side, seeing Jayce’s body shaking from across the room. He quickly wrapped his arms back around him, bringing his good leg over to slot in between Jayce’s, touching him as much as he possibly could.
“I-I’m sorry- I w-was trying not to be dramatic… L-logically I know I’m safe but my body doesn’t feel that way and I can’t s-stop freaking out.”
“It’s okay, Jayce.”
Viktor squeezed his arms tighter around his shivering form, pushing his head against Jayce’s chest to listen to his heartbeat again.
While waiting for Jayce’s heartbeat to slow, Viktor couldn’t help but notice how warm his body was—or how warm in particular his crotch was against Viktor’s thigh—or how nice Jayce smelled—or how solid his torso felt beneath Viktor’s arms. Viktor let out a steading breath. Now was not the time for these sorts of thoughts about his partner.
“You’ve never held me like this. It’s- ah- it’s nice. Thank you for helping me.” Jayce said sheepishly.
“It’s no trouble. You are very warm. It’s like I’m in front of a fire on a cold day. Eh- cozy- I suppose you could say,” Viktor said, nestling his cheek a little deeper into Jayce’s chest.
“T-thanks, V. I like it too,” Jayce gulped, speaking in that slightly strained and cracking voice he used when he started to blush so hard that the tips of his ears reddened.
Viktor made himself comfortable, shutting his eyes and breathing in the smell of Jayce’s cologne mixed with his natural musk.
They both laid in silence for a few minutes as Jayce’s heartbeat slowed to near normal. Viktor wasn’t going to rush Jayce after what had happened last time.
Suddenly, Jayce’s heartbeat started to pick back up again. Viktor opened his eyes and looked up at where Jayce was caught in the machine, as if he could somehow meet Jayce’s gaze through the layers of metal between them.
“Jayce? Are you okay?”
Viktor was confused, Jayce’s chest wasn’t heaving and yet his heartrate was going through the roof.
“I-I uh- um- well-,” Jayce sputtered.
Viktor adjusted his body, trying to embrace Jayce tighter to see if that is what the man required.
“Oh!” he squeaked as his leg brushed against Jayce’s boner… Jayce’s large boner. He couldn’t stop himself from brushing his leg against it again, watching it twitch in response.
“I-I’m sorry, Viktor! You just feel so warm and I swear I can smell your hair from in here. I think my lack of sight is strengthening my other senses and your touch feels- uh- overwhelmingly good.”
A switch flipped in Viktor, his arousal growing rapidly as he stared at Jayce’s length while listening to him describe how good Viktor’s touch made him feel.
“You- um- you feel warm to me too, Jayce. I like it, perhaps too much,” Viktor said as he pushed his leg against Jayce’s crotch.
“You do?” Jayce breathed, canting his hips into Viktor’s thigh.
The feeling of Jayce’s clothed cock humping into his thigh turned Viktor on more than entire nights had with past lovers. He swung his leg further over, straddling Jayce, slowly lowering his center down.
They both moaned as Jayce’s hardness met Viktor’s soaked crotch, moving in unison to rut against each other.
“Is that- are you wet for me, V?” Jayce groaned.
“I can’t help it.”
“If we keep this up, I’m going to cum in my pants. You have me so turned on and I can’t even see you.”
“But you can feel me,” Viktor said as he rolled his hips against him.
“…I wish I could feel more of you.”
“You really want to? Don’t you want me to free you first? I could get up and look again for the screwdri-.”
“No! Please don’t stop. I want you however I can get you,” Jayce said, ending his statement with a thrust so hard that Viktor nearly fell off him.
“And you want more? You’re sure?” Viktor said, grinding into him in return.
“I’ll take whatever you give me.”
Viktor sat back onto Jayce’s thighs, ignoring the twinge of discomfort in his bad leg. He brought his hand down to Jayce’s belt, letting it rest over the buckle for a second, waiting a moment to see if Jayce would object.
Met only with the sound of Jayce’s heavy breathing, Viktor made quick work of the belt and zipper on Jayce’s pants, revealing a long cock straining so hard against the fabric that Viktor could make out the shape of the head through it.
Jayce gasped as Viktor gripped him, his thumb coming up to tease the wet spot at the head of the clothed dick.
“P-please. Touch me.”
Viktor’s urge to tease Jayce was great, but his urge to feel Jayce’s bare cock in his hands was greater. He quickly pushed Jayce’s pants and boxers to mid-thigh, hardly hesitating before wrapping both of his hands on his shaft.
“Oh fuck,” Jayce moaned, thrusting his length into Viktor’s hands and causing a bead of precum to form at his tip.
Viktor hunched over, darting his tongue out to capture that bead of precum, rolling the salty flavor of it around his mouth.
“V, I’m not going to last long if you keep teasing me like this. Every touch is so intense when I’m stuck in here.”
“Teasing? I’ve barely begun to play with you, Jayce.”
“F-fuck, don’t say stuff like that, Vik.”
Viktor took a hand off of Jayce to work his own belt open, snaking a hand down into his wet folds, slicking it up. He guided his hand back out and began working his wetness onto Jayce’s shaft, lubricating him as he stroked him with it.
“Oh God, is that from you-moans- I thought I heard a belt open-that- oh- feels so fucking good.”
“You like the feeling of my slick coating your hard dick as I jack you off?” Viktor purred.
“Y-yeah, yeah Vik- I wish I could feel it from the source- I bet you’d be so hot and tight and wet for me.”
“Mmm, you really want to feel me?”
“More than anything, please… Do I need to beg for it? Because I will- P-please Viktor- Please fuck me,” Jayce begged.
“Well… since you asked so sweetly,” Viktor murmured as he gave Jayce’s cock a final squeeze before pulling away.
For all of his teasing, Viktor found that he was just desperate as Jayce was to join their bodies together, impatiently deciding to work his pants and underwear as far down his thighs as he could before shuffling forward to center Jayce’s cock beneath his opening. It wasn’t the most comfortable position on his legs and the angle wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do.
They both cursed when Viktor’s dripping cunt met the head of Jayce’s cock.
“God, V. Are you always this soaked?”
“Eh- not usually,” Viktor replied quietly, a little embarrassed of how obvious his desire was.
“That’s so hot. You’re so fucking hot, Viktor.”
He blushed, glad that Jayce couldn’t see how flustered his compliments were making him.
Jayce’s cock looked huge but somehow it felt even bigger as it notched at his hole. He was going to have to do this slowly, Viktor thought as he sunk down onto it, feeling his rim stretch as he worked the girthy head inside himself.
“You’re so tight, V. It already feels so good,” Jayce said, slightly canting his hips as if he were trying not to thrust up into him.
“Yeah?” Viktor said as he started to rub his large clit in small circles with one hand while the other braced onto Jayce’s knee behind him.
“Yeah, you’re practically strangling the tip of my cock- you’re so wet too- I can feel it drip down me- I-It’s so hot, V.”
“Yeah?” Viktor moaned as he rubbed faster, sinking down further onto Jayce’s cock as he opened up.
“Yeah… you feel so warm on my cock- s-so perfect- I could come just from this- you wouldn’t even have to move an inch.”
“Oh really? I was thinking of moving several more at least,” Viktor teased as he felt the rest of Jayce enter him. He felt stuffed to the brim, so full that it felt like the cock was in his throat. He ground down on it, moving his hips in tight circles, trying to get himself used to the length.
“F-fuck, V… you’re so tight- it’s like you’re milking my dick,” Jayce moaned.
“I’m going to move now… Try to wait a few minutes before thrusting,” Viktor said as he lifted his hips a few inches up before working them back down, doing it again and again and again, his pleasure quickly growing as he felt Jayce stretch him more and more.
Jayce started meeting his thrusts, both of them quickly becoming frantic as the loud slapping of their bodies filled the lab.
“Are you close, V- moans- I’m not going to much longer- you feel like you were made for my cock.”
Viktor keened as he circled his clit faster and faster, trying to chase his orgasm.
“I’m there, Jayce! I’m-oh-,” Viktor cried as he felt his walls start to spasm around Jayce’s cock.
“F-fuck me too,” Jayce groaned as his release flooded deep inside Viktor’s cunt.
Viktor fell forward as he came, hands bracing against Jayce’s torso to stay upright. He could feel Jayce’s cock twitch as it released a few more warm spurts of cum into him, nearly distracting him from the hard object digging into his palm from where it lay in Jayce’s vest pocket. He reached in and fished the object out. It was the square screwdriver. Of course.
“Jayce… did you know that you had the square screwdriver in your vest pocket?”
“WHAT! It was right there this whole time?!”
“Eh- all’s well that ends well I suppose,” Viktor observed with a small smile, leaning over to start unscrewing the bolts while leaving Jayce’s softening cock inside him.
It was a bit messy once the side panel came off and Jayce maneuvered himself out of the machine, each movement spilling more fluid out of Viktor and onto Jayce’s crotch.
Once Jayce’s arms were free, he brought his hands up to cup Viktor’s face.
“Can I kiss you?”
“I think we are a bit past that,” Viktor chuckled as he brought his lips down to meet Jayce’s.
They shared a chaste kiss, pausing for a moment before they met again in a slow open-mouthed kiss that felt more like an unhurried exploration of each other’s lips.
“Are you hungry?” Jayce asked, his words vibrating against Viktor’s mouth.
“Are you?... We could get take out or something so we could keep working.”
“No, I mean... Do you want to go eat dinner at a restaurant with me?” Jayce asked, his voice shaking a bit.
“Are you asking me on a date, Jayce Talis?”
“Of course I am, Viktor.”