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“They’re called Orianna and the Zaunites.” Jayce says, looking from his lap to the enormous show billboard with a frown. Despite his racing heart and motion sick stomach, he’s scrolling through the headliner’s page of the music festival on his phone. It’s hard to read the tiny words, being tossed about in the large seat of the ambulance as Grayson turns the wheel and slams on the brakes, but they have little context as to where they’re going other than the Arcane Music Festival.

Outside, people spot them and look at the ambulance with wide eyes. It’s probably hard not to notice it in full flash - sirens blaring, lights flashing. People are tripping over themselves to get out of the way, but the problem is, neither Jayce nor Grayson know what is the way.

Jayce takes a deep, centering breath. He had a feeling he’d end up at Arcane this weekend, just didn’t expect it to be while he was on-duty.

“There- mainstage.” Greyson’s voice is rugged as she turns the wheel and punches the gas, the ambulance lurching forward over the lawn. Jayce grasps the sides of the van, phone tight in his gloved grip. It isn’t often that the van goes offroading, so he’s taking the opportunity to help Greyson as much as he can with the directions. He forces himself to look back down at the phone despite how it makes his stomach churn.

“They’re a group of four,” Jayce manages, looking back at his screen. The picture he’s found shows a band that looks vaguely rock-y, with a frontwoman with pure white hair, lashes, and makeup that gives her the appearance of a doll. Must be Orianna. “They’re the first band on, so they should be-”

“There’s the stage-” Grayson interrupts, and the van comes screeching to a halt.

“I’ll meet you there-” Jayce as the good worker, leaping into any situation with bravery, also needs a breath of fresh air after the bumpy ass ride.

Slinging his medical bag over his shoulder, he reaches the stage in a few long, running strides, heading up the stairs. The security detail wave him through without question, and he slides into the wings.

“Excuse me!” He calls loudly as he shuffles past stage crew, “paramedic coming through!”

He almost always knows where to go - not through any sort of instinct, but because there’s always a ring of people around whomever is going through a medical crisis.

The group currently forming a ring are the band - he recognizes them from the posters. There’s the frontwoman, her skin painted a cool grey-white, with markings as if she were a doll painted into her skin. The two flanking her are a man with matching white hair in dreadlocks, offsetting the dark, deep hue of his skin. A guitar hangs from his shoulder, and he’s holding a second one, presumably owned by the other member - a girl with blue braids so long they drag against the floor.

She twists her head, a frown on her face as she looks at Jayce, but she steps back. “He’s come to, now!”

Jayce kneels before the limp figure. It’s true - he has come to. The man is rail-thin, but by build, not by diet. His cheeks are not hollow, but sharp and pronounced. Jayce can see collarbones, sharp and jutting from under the neckline. His eyes are light in the dim light, a little hazy as Jayce would expect. He’s weakly turning his head, trying to shift aside the silky tresses of his ashy hair.

As he does so, the doll-painted woman kneels beside him and gently brushes Viktor’s hair from his face. He doesn’t react, indicating a familiarity between the two. Gently, she tucks the silver strands behind his ears.

His hair is ash, but the man was reported as being 25. It’s pretty obvious by his face, too - youthful, if not a little underweight.

“Hello, Viktor.” Jayce says gently, remembering what the patient’s name was from the briefing in the van, taking one of his hands gently and feeling for a pulse. “Do you know where you are?”

Viktor focuses slowly, looking at all of the faces surrounding them, of his band, several stage hands dressed in black, and then at Jayce. “Do I know you?” He asks dimly, his voice either accented or dragging slightly.

“Can we please get some space?” Jayce calls, looking around. The band-members step back anxiously, eyes wide, save for the frontwoman, who remains knelt, her knuckles brushing Viktor’s forehead.

“Oh- I’m his sister.” she tries weakly, clearly looking worried out of her wits.

“I understand. He’d still like some space.” Jayce says firmly, his voice soft but leaving no room for argument.

Thankfully, she backs off. Jayce twists back to Viktor, carefully feeling for his pulse. Behind them, the dreadlocked guitarist guy says something about tuning the guitars, and they thankfully head off to the stage to occupy themselves rather than hover behind Jayce and Viktor.

“You fainted. Do you remember?” He pulls a chilled bottle of water from his pack and twists at the cap.

Viktor frowns. “In front of the crowd?” Definitely an accent.

“No, no. You’re still rehearsing.” Jayce says gently, handing the opened water to Viktor.

Thankfully, he takes it, and drinks without hesitation. Tipping his head back, he drinks quickly, his throat bobbing with the liquid. After a few mouthfuls, he lowers it, panting softly. Already, the water brings some of his life back, his eyes focusing more clearly on them. On Jayce. On his uniform, his badges.

“Oh, shit,” he mutters, pressing the back of his hand into his eyes.

“It’s gonna be okay. My name is Jayce.” He says soothingly, digging through his pack again, “we’ll start by taking your blood pressure. On the call, your sister said you have COPD?”

“She called 9-1-1?” Viktor groans quietly.

“Please, try to concentrate,” Jayce wraps Viktor’s bicep with the blood pressure cuff, setting the velcro on snugly and activating it. He holds Viktor’s hand gently as it starts to inflate, making sure he holds it properly. “Do you remember what happened before you fainted?”

“I…” Viktor blinks a few times. “I felt lightheaded. And hot.”

“Shortness of breath?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Jayce frowns. “What is ordinary shortness of breath for you?”

Viktor gestures with his free hand limply, to the stage. “I was practicing.”

Right. Even for rehearsal, it’s probably exertive. And it’s supposed to get to 32 degrees today, Jayce remembers dimly.

He checks the cuff as it nears its climax, examining Viktor’s skin. He’s the colour of porcelain, perhaps a few shades whiter than he should be. His veins stand out starkly, straining as the pressure from the cuff increases.

“I… I can still perform today, right?” Viktor asks, frowning at the cuff as it becomes uncomfortable.

“I’m not sure yet.” Jayce admits. “I’ll tell you as soon as I know, even if it’s a no.”

Viktor frowns just a tad at that, resting his head against the back wall. “I think I fainted because I was so dehydrated,” he says, lifting his other arm to take another sip of water.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Obviously not.”

“Alcohol.” Jayce amends.

“I don’t drink.” Viktor shoots back right away.

“Okay. So you haven’t had a lot of water. You should start by finishing that-” Jayce points to the bottle Viktor has been gulping down. The blood pressure cuff purrs, and Jayce looks at the dial. His blood pressure is just a little low, so if it is dehydration, it’s early stages. “I would like to do a CO2 test…” He hedges, yanking the velcro free.

Viktor huffs a little. “If you try to take my blood right now, I probably will pass out again.”

“Right.” Jayce sighs, sitting back on his heels. “Even if you are dehydrated, we’re mostly worried about complications with your condition.”

To his credit, Viktor does already look better. A splash of pink blooms in his shoulders, his cheeks.

“Can you take some deep, filling breaths for me?”

He’s sure that if Viktor had a collapsed lung, it would be obvious by now, but he’s further reassured by watching as Viktor breathes deeply a few times, his chest rising and falling, shifting his thin tank-top overtop of his skin, his bones.

There’s something about musicians, Jayce thinks. They follow instructions very well, so connected to their bodies.

“Okay, can you stand?”

“With some help.” Viktor says, before catching his eye. “Not because I fainted. I have… My leg.”

Jayce shifts into a crouch, offering his arm. Viktor, surprisingly, takes it, grabbing onto Jayce’s shoulder and squeezing as he helps himself to his feet with Jayce’s help.

“What’s your leg condition?”

“Ah… Femoral Anteversion.”

“Okay.” Jayce says, looking down at Viktor’s leg with concern. “Do you dance when you sing?”

“Dance?” Viktor looks at him with thinly veiled disgust. “I’m a drummer.”

“Oh!” That explains some things. Jayce had been about to ask where the impact was, from falling - but if he’d fainted and fallen forward onto a drumkit, the drums were probably more injured than his head.

“Please, just- can’t you clear me?” Viktor asks, an edge of frustration coming into his voice. He clearly is feeling better, getting feistier. “I’ve performed for hours in the past feeling much worse. We have to play Arcane.”

As he speaks, Jayce leads him deeper into the wings, and Viktor walks with little problem, though he notices a stiffness from the drummer’s anteversion right away.

Jayce tries not to think about how he’s still holding him. Viktor is so light. “Okay, how about this. Come with me to the ambulance, and we’ll do a quick CO2 test. If it’s level, and you’re really just dehydrated, you’re free to play tonight.”

“Fuck,” Viktor mumbles.

“We have ice. And snacks.”

“All I need is a Red Bull,” Viktor insists.

“Okay, rockstar,” Jayce mutters, there is no way they’re getting him that. “We’ll send someone out for one. Come this way, please.“

♮

Five minutes later, Jayce has Viktor seated in the back of the van, right on the paramedic’s seat. He’s gnawing on his third granolabar, and has a bottle of Gatorade in his other hand. Jayce has a small vial of his ruby-red blood in his gloved hand and is watching the blood C02 test light up green.

He comes around the vehicle to Greyson, flashing her the test.

Grayson squints at it, fanning herself and lowering her own bottle of Gatorade.

“He’s clear, then?” Jayce asks, glancing at the green light again.

“With his conditions, I don’t feel fully safe leaving him, but he should be fine.” Grayson comments, glancing in the mirror where Viktor is now rummaging through the drawer for, presumably, a fourth hit of Nature Valley. “Under normal circumstances we’d put him under observation.”

“Observation?”

“That’s right,” she rasps, “since he insists on performing he isn’t able to rest and have his family take care of him, so it’s just good practice to have one of us stick around and watch to make sure he doesn’t faint a second time. But seeing as your shift is almost done, and someone needs to drive the ambulance-”

“I don’t mind watching him.” The words fly out of Jayce’s mouth before he permits them.

Grayson blinks. “Are you sure?”

Jayce finds himself nodding. “Yeah. I only did a half-shift today, and I have tomorrow off. I honestly have plenty of gas in the tank.”

Grayson pauses for a few moments, before lowering her voice even further. “Jayce, you’re an exemplary rookie. You do not need to volunteer so much overtime to impress me. Your techniques are more than enough, you know.”

“Thank you, Grayson.” Jayce says with a small, grateful smile. She’s his favourite superior, he thinks, next to Vander. “But really. I kind of wanna see this through - he doesn’t seem like much of a rule follower.”

“He will likely be an ungrateful patient,” Grayson agrees, “based on his behavior.”

It’s true - when he’d seen the needle, destined to draw blood from his forearm, Viktor had tried valiantly to get out of it.

“Yeah, but…” Jayce scrapes his mind. “Front row seats to Orianna and the Zaunites!” He wonders what kind of music they play.

Grayson rolls her eyes fondly. “Makes sense you’d be a fanboy. Come deliver the news to your patient.”

♮

Viktor, as expected, is less than pleased with having to be watched like a child, but he gets over it quickly, his frown melting into a look of confusion as Jayce assures him he’ll probably just sit backstage for a couple of hours and then leave before Viktor even notices.

“It’s more of an insult for you to not enjoy the entire show, honestly,” Viktor states.

Jayce admits a little huff of a laugh. “Okay, then in that case, I’ll stay for the whole thing.”

“Good.” Viktor says shortly, sliding off of the van’s seat and jumping down onto the grass. Jayce gets his personal bag, as well as his medical duffel and waves Grayson a thumbs up, which she returns in the mirrors before starting up the truck and driving off.

Jayce turns and jogs after Viktor, who doesn’t even use the railing to get up the stairs to the stage. Jayce glances at his converse - so deep blue they’re almost black, with his band name artfully sharpied on.

As they come up, the band immediately notice and come rushing over to Viktor. Orianna hugs him and immediately tells him he doesn’t have to perform if he doesn’t feel up to it, that they can still cancel.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, thank you.” Viktor says quickly, though he returns the hug briefly. “I’ve been cleared to perform.”

“Then why’s he still here?” Ekko frowns at Jayce in his uniform with both bags. “No offense.”

“None taken.”

“He wanted a free backstage pass.” Viktor says, smirking at him now.

“Har-har.” Jayce says, gently setting down his bags. “I’m just here to make sure he doesn’t faint a second time. He should be under rest and observation, but since you guys are performing I can watch from here.”

“But… How likely is it that he’ll faint again?” Orianna worries.

“Pretty low, if he keeps drinking.”

Viktor very loudly opens a can of diet coke and takes a sip.

“He should be fine.” Jayce assures. “I’m here just in case.”

It seems to reassure the band. Orianna takes Jayce’s hand in both of hers and bows her head, thanking him very passionately for staying to watch over her brother. She makes sure there is a place for Jayce to set his medical bag where it won’t be trampled by the stagehands, and a chair to sit on.

The show is nearing its start, and Jayce can hear the audience gathering as the sun sets and dusk settles over the world. The stagehands start to move with more urgency - rehearsal is definitely over.

Ekko, the other man in the band, comes around with an Orianna and the Zaunites t-shirt for Jayce to wear, ‘in case you wanna get out of the uniform.’ Jayce figures it is better to switch out his top, and does so.

It’s a little small, and makes Ekko snicker for some reason but it doesn’t look bad with the navy blue paramedic pants.

Jinx, the girl with the long braids, who is also the lead guitarist of the band, signs Jayce’s shirt without him asking to.

Jayce is watching the comings-and-goings of the stage as 10 minutes to stage gets called. Just as he starts to look for him, Viktor appears from the green room, looking totally different.

His hair is pulled back into a half-ponytail, showing off his eyes, which flash insistently gold now that they’re underscored with eyeliner. He’s got painted on lines on his arms, which match Orianna’s doll-like look. His clothes are more punk-inspired, with the same converse but skinny jeans and a tight sleeveless t-shirt. The armholes plunge, exposing even more of his body than before, and when Viktor raises his arms to touch his hair, Jayce can see nearly everything, from intriguing wisps of armpit hair, to a nipple, to rows of ribs leading down.

There are some details Jayce hadn’t even noticed before, when Viktor was his patient - like how his lip is pierced straight through with a ring, and how both of his arms are covered in sprawling tattoos.

Jayce swallows tightly as Viktor comes over, a smirk on his face.

“I am feeling much better, for the record.” His eyes sweep over Jayce wearing the band t-shirt. The signature, thanks to Jinx. He smirks, eyes lingering on it. “You’re wasting your night.”

“Am I?” Jayce asks. He can fear the energy, crackling around them. The crowd, which is way bigger than Jayce had thought, is restless. The pit is massive, comprising what Jayce had thought was the entire audience pool - but the audience stretches back so far that he can barely make out the detail on people’s faces. And they’re all chattering, working up a dull roar behind them.

Jinx and Orianna are doing vocal warmups together. Ekko is doing push-ups. And Viktor - he looks completely revitalized. He bounces on the balls of his feet and cracks his knuckles, then the knobs of his fingers one by one. He holds still as a stagehand mics him up, Jayce very prominently not looking as they dig around under Viktor's shirt, but then Viktor is on the move again, pacing around behind stage. He bounced back so well that Jayce wonders if this is the first time he’s fainted in public. After his mic check he comes back to Jayce again.

“Ready to rock?”

“Hell yeah. You look like you’re gonna give me a great show,” Jayce remarks.

Viktor laughs shortly, flashing teeth. “It’s your great advice. Drinking more. Ori had me down three water bottles while she did my make-up. Have to piss like hell now, though.”

“Better get an empty bottle.” Jayce shrugs, and Viktor gives a full-blown laugh at that. Spurred on, Jayce’s eyes flick to the crowd outside, and back to Viktor. “You should sell it. I bet someone out there would buy it.”

“Oh?” Viktor chortles, and crosses his arms. His dark, expressive brows bounce up. “What are you, eh, asking for a friend?” His stare is challenging.

Fuck. His waist is so small, the curve of his mouth so attractive, and Jayce doesn’t think he’s really here for professional reasons anymore.

He manages to shrug, the small shirt riding up a bit. “You never know.”

Before he can add more, the stagehands call that they’re on in five minutes, and Viktor backs away to do a pre-show huddle with his band. It’s a mysterious affair mostly consisting of whispers and one round of raucous laughter.

But in no time at all, they’re heading out on the stage to screams. Jayce hears in real time as someone blows out their vocal chords, shouting for the band. Viktor glances back to the wings, his bright eyes flashing to Jayce one last time before they take up their positions.

Jayce feels himself hold his breath, locked in on the performers. It isn’t the best angle for the performance, but it’s perfect to see Viktor - seated at the drumkit, hunched over as he pulls on fingerless gloves and reaches for his sticks.

Without any preamble, the band begins, and Jayce is immediately captivated.

Their sound reminds him a lot of Evanescence, or Jutes - undoubtedly emo, undoubtedly grunge, but full of thrilling energy. Viktor starts out many of their songs with a slow, simmering rhythm that is deadly on point, even to Jayce’s non-musical ear. He crashes through the choruses with a full-bodied eagerness that speaks to years of comfort and passion in front of the drums. Jayce can feel the pounding of them in his throat, in his chest. His toes tap quickly, revealing a double-bass set up on the drums that Viktor pounds out seemingly independent of the rhythm he’s drumming, but sound perfect with the song. Blast beats, Jayce remembers vaguely, hearing it somewhere once.

Viktor’s enthusiasm quickly has sweat building up on his brow - all of the band are sweaty, due to the nature of performing and the heat of the day. But Viktor doesn’t seem to flag, pounding through songs like nothing. His arms are slender, beautiful. There’s a grace to them, even as he slams down on the cymbals like they owe him money. He’s a beauty to watch. They all are.

Orianna sings with a hauntingly beautiful voice, joined occasionally by Jinx’s raspier, lower harmonies that soar into the cosmos together as she plays electrically quick notes on her guitar, backed by Ekko’s powerful, quick fingers on the bass.

They give it their all when they climb together, building up the massive choruses into something beautiful and breathtaking. Occasionally, the songs call for screamo parts, which have Jayce laughing out loud in impressed shock. Orianna is slight and small, like her brother, but when she belts out in a death metal growl, her voice is large enough to fill the whole stage, and then some.

But Viktor is just captivating to Jayce. When he smashes through choruses, both arms swinging and ponytail tossing, Jayce nods along because he can hardly help it. When he pauses to let some of the other sounds through, or stills to a gentle tapping on one cymbal, Jayce holds his breath.

The sheer energy and power is astounding. He moves with a confidence that Jayce is just floored by. The band is guided entirely by the pounding of the drums, even when Viktor pauses, or transitions seamlessly to half-time to play out a song in furiously organized chaos.

And he looks delighted. His expression switches from concentration during the more difficult parts, to huge grins and cheeky smiles when the songs move to more repetitive refrains. One of the songs has a shouting line, and Viktor shouts it every time along with the band, practically bouncing in his seat.

Welcome! Evolution! Glorious, glorious, Evolution!

♮

The show finally winds down, and the band comes off looking exhausted and sweaty, but as they leave the stage they are still smiling. Orianna gushes that it’s their biggest and best show to date. Jinx laughs loudly and kisses Ekko, jumping into his arms. But Viktor… He comes straight to Jayce.

“What did you think?” He asks, hands on hips, one of them stuck through with his sticks. He’s panting ever so softly. His hair is stuck to his temples with sweat.

“It was incredible. Genuinely. You’ve made a new fan. Or… Hundreds, judging on the crowd.”

Viktor laughs, looking delighted. He glances over his shoulder, where the crowd is screaming for an encore. It looks like the crowd is gonna get it, too - Ekko has unstuck himself from Jinx and is getting his microphone re-adjusted. Orianna is getting her makeup re-touched, and a spoonful of honey between her teeth. Viktor brandishes his sticks, reaching behind himself to press something on his mic pack, before turning back to Jayce.

“Was it worth it, sticking around?”

“Absolutely.” Jayce says without hesitation. “You were… Stunning.”

Viktor gives a slight little laugh, scooping up the hem of his muscle shirt and wiping at the beads of sweat on his brow. Jayce can’t help but envy the damn shirt, watching without shame as it reveals planes of barely there skinny-boy abs above the navel. “You know, this city is actually my hometown.”

Jayce swallows his spit. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Since your ride is gone, I can take you home, after.”

“Oh. I’d really like that.”

“Yeah? Cool.” Viktor smirks. “Where do you live?”

“Uh… Up town, by the mall?”

“Which one?”

“The one with the new weed dispensary?” Jayce tries.

“Oh. Cloud nine.” Viktor’s smirk is back. “Does my paramedic have a streak of naughty behavior?”

Jayce gives a little laugh. “Well, sure. I’m not opposed to having a little fun when I’m off-duty.”

“And when is that?”

Jayce checks his Garmin watch. “Three hours ago.”

“I see.” His eyes are electric. “We could also skip the dispensary, there’s plenty of that… And even more fun, at my place.”

Jayce bites his lip, arousal beginning to simmer down low in his gut. How on earth has his night ended up like this? “Fuck, yeah.”

“Cool,” Viktor says again, edging away back to the stage as he’s called. He fiddles with his mic pack again, and when his eyes flit back up to Jayce, they’re all heat.

♮

The final song is insane - all of Orianna and the Zaunites’ energy, cranked to 150 with no breaks. Viktor gets to show off his skills once more, but this time, every now and then he’ll glance into the wings where Jayce stands, eagerly watching. Every one of those glances has something hot bubbling low in Jayce’s gut - more excitement, arousal, anticipation.

When they finish, the Zaunites come to the front of the stage and bow a few times, shout out their thank-you’s, wave to the crowd. When they’re finally ushered off by the hands, Viktor comes straight up to Jayce, grasps his shoulders and kisses him.

Eyes fluttering, Jayce grabs onto him, officially shutting his paramedic brain off. Viktor is fine. He’s more than fine. He’s trying to stick his tongue down Jayce’s throat and Jayce is absolutely letting him.

“Jesus, get a room, bro,” Jinx mutters, and dimly, Jayce feels Viktor stick an arm behind himself - probably a middle finger.

As they draw back from the kiss, Viktor reaches for his soda and goes to hug his sister across the shoulders.

“Bet you’re glad you stuck around now,” Ekko remarks as he passes by Jayce with a knowing smirk. Dimly, Jayce wonders if the t-shirt he’d gotten from him was intentionally two sizes too small.

“Definitely. You- you guys were amazing,” Jayce says, abruptly realizing he’d only complimented Viktor. “Seriously, I’m a fan now.”

“Thanks for looking after us,” Orianna says with a sweet little smile and an excited little grin at Viktor. She whispers something in his ear, and he laughs a little. “Jayce? Cool name.”

“Yeah, no- no problem.” Jayce mumbles, wondering what’s up with her saying his name like that.

“Got a feeling I’ll be seeing ya around soon,” Jinx says, passing him to the green room, “have a great night, kiddoes,” she teases, even though she couldn’t possibly be older than 18.

Jayce laughs a little self-consciously, watching her go.

“They’re all being very strange, just don’t worry about it,” Viktor comes back into Jayce’s arms. He pushes onto his tip toes, kissing Jayce once more. Jayce’s hands naturally fall to his waist, giving him a little squeeze. “Let’s get going, shall we?”

They get going. Viktor’s beat up old car has a passenger door that is opened manually from inside, but it’s cool and clean inside and Viktor drives only like a bit of a maniac. Nothing Jayce isn’t used to in the ambulance.

On the way home, Viktor asks him some questions about his job - how did you become a paramedic? Paramedic school. Why did you become a paramedic? My dad was one. Do you like it? Mostly, yeah. Viktor seems genuinely interested in his answers, but is clearly distracted by driving as well as his heel tapping out a beat eagerly into the floor of the car. Jayce is just about to ask him about becoming a drummer, but Viktor parks the car and they’re there. It’s a large apartment complex, which Viktor leads him through by the hand. There’s some very inappropriate kissing and touching in the elevator, and then Jayce holds onto Viktor’s belt loops as he’s taking out his keys and unlocking.

Before the door even closes behind them, as Viktor manages to merely flip on a lightswitch, Jayce is pushing Viktor against it and kissing him once more. He grasps at his belt loops, pushing their crotches together. Viktor licks over Jayce’s stubble, his chin, his cheeks, as if he couldn’t possibly get enough of him.

“So were you wanting to-” Viktor mumbles between frantic kisses, “mm- have a smoke?”

“Oh, fuck,” even though he’d had a great night, Jayce does feel a little tired, a little tense. “yeah. That sounds so good right now.”

Not that Jayce needs the weed to relax - it’s just, after the show, he’s genuinely feeling a little starstruck with Viktor in his arms now.

Viktor laughs, slipping out of his grasp and leading him to the couch. Jayce collapses on the seat, watching as Viktor produces a small box of hand-rolled joints and picks one out, lighting it with a white lighter in the box.

He takes a deep breath of it, not even stuttering with his inhale before offering to Jayce. He holds the breath easily, before slowly exhaling, the smoke playing around his hair in an ethereal puff.

Jayce takes the joint, taking a drag. As he does, Viktor walks to the kitchen, getting a bottle of water and setting it on the coffee table. He then walks over to crack the window and let some of the night air inside.

“I’m gonna have a shower first,” Viktor tells him as he passes.

“Wait-” Jayce catches his hand. He exhales a billow of smoke, pulling Viktor down, enjoying the way Viktor smirks. They kiss, Jayce letting a bit more of his hunger bleed into the contact, cupping Viktor’s head with his free hand.

“Don’t… Don’t shower,” Jayce whispers, taking another drag and meeting his gaze.

Viktor’s eyes widen the smallest fraction, before he’s smirking like he’s learned a particularly filthy new secret. And, in essence, he has. Jayce can’t even find it in himself to blush, the weed hitting him pleasantly now, letting him stay in the moment, letting him relax.

He licks gently at Viktor’s upper lip. “Taste so fucking good like this,” he adds, for good measure.

Viktor kisses him slow, before drawing back, tugging at their held hands. “I need to freshen up, but I won’t shower,” he promises. Grateful, Jayce lets him go, enjoying the sight of Viktor walking off.

Jayce takes another drag of the joint. He is feeling super mellow, but he has run himself into the problem of not outing himself before their clothes are about to come off. He exhales slowly, pondering what is the best way to do it. He’s never really cracked the code - it’s not like there’s a manual for trans guys detailing when and where to come out. Generally, the best time for Jayce is once he starts to feel safe, feel comfortable.

But Viktor had never made him feel uncomfortable, so he’d never had that click. This whole time, it honestly felt like Viktor just knew.

Jayce feels his stomach twist just a touch. He hopes Viktor isn’t disappointed.

He sucks through the whole joint in the few short minutes Viktor is gone, needing it to occupy his hands, his thoughts. This is far from Jayce’s first weed experience, so it doesn’t obliterate his mind, but he’s pleasantly hazed when Viktor comes back from the bathroom, looking much the same, but shirtless, with his makeup wiped off of his arms and face.

He wasn’t completely thorough with it, as if he’d hurried. There are faint black smudges around his eyes. It looks like he’d cried hours ago and smudged it, a bit.

It’s really fucking hot.

“Shit.” Jayce whispers once he’s near, reaching up to cup Viktor’s face tenderly on both sides.

“What?”

Jayce kisses him, and he tastes like sharp mint.

“Cheater, you brushed your teeth,” Jayce whispers.

“How is that cheating?” Viktor murmurs back, but he’s smirking.

“You’re so fucking… Beautiful.” Jayce mutters, and watches in real time as Viktor flushes beneath his hands.

Viktor looks away, notices the end of the joint, stuck into his ashtray, and reaches over to grab another, sticking it between his teeth. He lights it calmly with a few flicks of the lighter.

As Jayce is watching him, appreciating his body in the dim light, he notices the faintest line of silver below Viktor’s pectoral. He leans forward, running his fingertips over the jagged line.

His breath catches in his throat. “Viktor… You’re trans?”

Viktor takes a deep drag, looking like he’s guarding himself now, expression flat. “Yeah. I forgot you didn’t know.”

Jayce is too high, and too relieved to hold back a little laugh that spills forward. “Holy crap.”

“What? Is that a pr-”

“Me too, Viktor!” He exclaims, lifting his shirt.

“Wh-?” Viktor looks genuinely surprised, leaning down to observe.

Jayce turns so the light catches on his own scars. They aren’t some sort of undeniable proof of trans-man-ness, Jayce has met many a trans man who don’t have nor plan to attain these same scars, but it’s the fastest way he can convey the holy shit moment he is having to Viktor.

“Oh, fuck!” Viktor says, clearly delighted by the resolution. “Take it off.”

Jayce takes off his shirt a little slower than necessary, revealing the lines of muscle he’s worked painstakingly to build, the hair over his chest, the tan he’d spent a little extra time in the sun this summer for-

“Fuck.” Viktor groans. It has exactly the desired effect. He chews at his lip ring, takes another drag of the joint. “Look at you... Stunning.” His free hand reaches down to brush his knuckles over Jayce's pectoral.

“I just wish I’d brought my strap-on,” Jayce mourns, watching as Viktor steps closer, pausing reaching to cup his jaw.

“You can use mine,” Viktor offers.

“Yeah?” Jayce asks, interest piqued.

“You’re going to fuck me with my own cock, yeah?” Viktor slurs, his lids heavy.

Fuck. “Fuck. Yeah,” Jayce whispers, voice strained.

Viktor takes a drag of the joint, lowers his arm, and plunks down onto Jayce’s lap, looking down at him. Automatically, Jayce opens his mouth, accepting how Viktor tucks into his space so perfectly, moulding their lips together, breathing the smoke into Jayce’s senses.

Jayce breathes in deeply, his chest expanding. He exhales through his nose, and, unable to wait much longer, licks into Viktor’s mouth.

Viktor’s arms slide up his shoulders, meet behind his neck as Viktor presses into him, passing his tongue into Jayce’s mouth with a soft, unconscious little sound.

Jayce pulls back, swiping the joint from Viktor’s hand and taking a deep drag for himself. The fog that rakes itself over his mind by now is aggressive, but Jayce is grounded by the feeling of Viktor in his lap, Viktor in his senses, his mind, everywhere.

He leans in, kissing his neck. His skin is so soft. Viktor rolls his head to one side, drawing back his hair to invite Jayce’s mouth lower. He takes back the joint in an easy movement, his breathing getting deeper as Jayce’s mouth works.

Jayce mouths along his pulse, getting to his collarbone and taking his time licking over it generously. His skin is so salty from the dried sweat of earlier. Jayce laps it up eagerly. Somehow drymouth has evaded him tonight - probably because Viktor looks so damn mouthwatering.

As he reaches the outer edge of Viktor’s collarbone, he chews at the skin there, and then noses closer to his armpit.

Unable to hold back, he catches Viktor by the bicep, ignoring the man’s confusion and leaning in to tuck his nose up into his armpit and breathe deeply.

“Hmm?” Viktor mumbles distantly.

“Fuck-” Jayce rasps, his cock twitching between his legs. He can smell, beneath a few weak and worn-off swipes of deodorant, the heavenly musk of Viktor’s natural scent - thick and pheromone-y. He parts his lips, letting his tongue out to swipe up the ridge of his pectoral, just beside the line of his pit hair.

“Gh- Jayce-” Viktor shifts slightly at the ministrations, but doesn’t withdraw.

Jayce licks again, over the sensitive skin in the hollow of his pit, wetting the sparse hair there.

“Oh- Jayce-” moans Viktor, his free hand making a fist. “Fuckin’... Tickles…”

It doesn’t sound like Viktor is feeling ticklish, though a shudder does skitter down his spine. Jayce gives one more indulgent lick over his armpit, letting his teeth out for a small nip. Viktor groans, starting to close his arm again, but Jayce soothes his tongue over that spot instead.

“Ngh- you’re a pervert,” Viktor accuses lowly, but he doesn’t pull back. His cheeks are heavily blushed, his breathing offset.

Jayce chews lightly at the drummer’s bicep, wishing he could spend a whole afternoon there. Instead, he slides sideways, moving to lavish some attention on his nipple and suck eagerly at it, coaxing it right away into a hard little nub. Viktor gasps above him at the change, his hand coming to the back of Jayce’s head, twisting into the short hair above his nape.

Jayce licks and sucks at him as if he’s getting a reward for it, disappointed to find that he doesn’t get much more than that single gasp out of the attention. He edges his teeth into the hardened nub and Viktor tenses, giving an aborted moan when Jayce bites.

The moan sounds so different from the sounds Viktor’s made so far - coloured by the weed, by the relief of touch, by their shared euphoria. Jayce bites again, hard enough to leave a mark, and Viktor breathes out a little yes, his throat choked with a moan.

Fuck, he likes it rough, then.

Jayce bites harder, this time over the circumference of Viktor’s nipple, digging his teeth in, and Viktor hugs his head, making a beautifully broken sound.

“Ah- fuck-” he sounds weakened, slack as Jayce pulls back.

“Do you like getting eaten out?” Jayce rasps.

“I fucking do,” Viktor pants.

“Lay back a little,” Jayce mutters, and Viktors scrabbles backwards to lay on the longest part of the couch. He hooks his thumbs into his jeans and starts trying to yank them down, forgetting entirely about the button.

Jayce kneels, undoing the button for Viktor and helping him ease them down his thighs and off his feet. It reveals a soft black brace around Viktor’s knee, but Jayce is far too distracted to fuss over it at this moment.

His eyes are glued instead to Viktor’s cunt.

He’s gorgeous - his sex full and lush, plentiful between his legs. It’s framed by dark, soft hair. Jayce strokes gently over it, and catches a glint of metal. He spreads his fingers against Viktor’s flesh, parting him, exposing him. His t-dick is framed on the top and bottom by a hard little silver ball, the piercing glinting in the low light.

“Fuck.” Jayce whispers weakly, grateful that his weight is mostly held up by the couch. His own cock throbs at the sight, arousal burning through his body.

Jayce curls his arm around Viktor’s skinny thighs, pulling him shortly down the cushions and closer to his face. The scent of him is thick, heady between his thighs, enough to get Jayce’s mouth watering in the best way. He presses his nose to Viktor’s pubic bone, where his hair is short but lays thickly, framing his labia, his stiff cock.

“You’re sniffing me like a dog,” Viktor chastises weakly, his fingers loose in Jayce’s hair.

“Not my fault you smell so fucking good,” Jayce mumbles, licking up sweat off of Viktor’s pubic bone, causing him to shiver.

“Jayce-” He groans softly, widening his thighs a bit.

Jayce finally lowers his mouth, looking up to where Viktor watches, fingers pinched around the joint. He sucks lazily on the end of it. As Jayce catches his swollen cock between his lips and sucks, Viktor utters a small sound, the smoke stuttering out between his lips in little puffs of pleasure.

Jayce presses his tongue to the flat of him, licking up the salt clinging to his skin. Licking up the balls of the piercing, nudging it with his tongue. Viktor gives a heavenly little sound, crossing his arm behind his head and taking another pull from the joint.

He’s salty, slippery, a beautifully textured meal, like an oyster or mussel. Jayce noses into his folds, lapping him up with care. The haze in his mind makes him slow, but thorough, mapping out every single ridge of him. Sucking at the piercing, clicking the balls between his teeth as he suckles at Viktor’s t-dick. Savouring the flavour of sweat and slick and Viktor. Jayce is completely obsessed, he can already tell.

Viktor, his breathing very much offset, ashes out his joint, chewing on his lipring.

Jayce muffles a groan into his cunt. He looks so hot, watching Jayce all hazy as he ashes out and licks his lips.

“Drink some water,” Jayce encourages, going in for a taste of Viktor’s inner thigh, right where it joins at the hip. So sweaty, so salty.

“Tellin’ me what to do-” Viktor groans, but he does grab the water bottle from the coffee table and gulp down a few mouthfuls. The sight of it has Jayce pressing himself against the couch, another groan muffled into his cunt.

Viktor groans quietly, water trickling down his cheek as Jayce sucks at the lower ball of his piercing, tugs it between his teeth and buries his mouth back against Viktor’s cunt. He laps up all of the slick offered, basking in the ambient little moan that Viktor gives.

Jayce brushes his fingers against Viktor’s cunt, easing one finger into his tight channel. It causes Viktor’s spine to arch just slightly and he stutters, breathing deeply.

“Jayce!” Viktor grunts, his voice a little bit more urgent.

Jayce doesn’t take the warning seriously, knuckling his finger in a few times alongside his tongue, tracing that bar up and down. For a few seconds, the frantic squelching of Jayce’s fingering fills the room deliciously. The tension breaks as Viktor arches, going taut as a bow, and comes with a drawn-out grunt, free hand clutching at Jayce’s hair to keep him lapping at his hole the whole time.

“G-gods, Jayce-” Viktor pants out weakly, his hand holding the joint trembling a bit.

“Fuck,” Jayce groans in pleasure, pulling back and quickly shedding his pants. He shoves them down and off of his thighs, then his boxers with the packer he always tucks inside, tossing them onto the coffee table without a care.

He grasps both of Viktor’s thighs, pulling his pliant body closer as Jayce kneels. He shifts beneath him, leveraging one of Viktor’s thighs above his own, and the other beneath. He slides between his legs, until he can feel Viktor’s wet heat against his own cunt.

Venturing forward, he presses their cocks together, biting down a groan. Viktor’s body is so warm, so welcoming.

“Shit-” Jayce breathes. Pressed together, Viktor is a little bit taller, but Jayce is thicker. He leans down to frame them both between two fingers, and pushes against his digits, sliding them both through. Both of them groan in tandem, and for a few pushes Jayce rubs them together.

Then, he drops his hand away, resorting to pure friction as he rubs against Viktor. Viktor moans lowly, still clearly a bit oversensitive. That’s okay. Right now, he’s a perfect toy for Jayce’s use, and he seems to understand that, laying sedately and watching him with heavily lidded eyes.

Viktor’s breathing stutters as Jayce ruts his cock against that piercing, experimenting with the blunt feeling of slippery metal and soft, yieldy flesh. He shifts, holding onto both of Viktor’s thighs and starting to move a little faster.

“Fuck- Viktor, fuck!” He rasps, breaking into a sweat. He pauses to dig the jut of his cock into Viktor’s hole, grinding against him eagerly.

“Jayce, shit-” Viktor rasps in agreement as he’s teased.

Jayce pushes harder, runs his cock through Viktor’s slick and all of a sudden he’s chasing his orgasm down. Viktor’s hands come up and grab him by the hips, his thumbs meeting at Jayce’s navel to drift up his abs. Jayce’s breathing strains as he ruts against him, and finally, he’s coming, tossing his head back with a groan as he’s wrung out.

For a few moments, they pant together, coming down from their climaxes. It’s immensely satisfying for a first orgasm, but Jayce can tell they’re just getting started. Viktor finishes his joint, leaving it in the tray and carefully getting up off of the couch. He reaches back and Jayce takes his hand, following.

He leads Jayce into the bedroom. It’s a minimalist style, with wood-toned furniture and lots of blankets. Viktor wastes no time pulling them off of the soft bed, but leaving the multitude of pillows intact.

He crouches and draws out a small chest from under the bed, opening it carefully. Presumably it holds all of his sex toys. Jayce cranes his neck to peek, but Viktor shields his view.

“I have to leave something to the imagination for next time, don’t I?”

Jayce lets out a little laugh, but obediently hangs back. Viktor stands and hands him his tools - a leather and spandex harness for the hips and ass. A flat-based dildo to go inside.

The dildo feels good - a soft silicone blue, with a sizable girth and length. He affixes it to the ring in the base, and guides the harness over his legs. He has to let out the width of it quite a bit, fiddling with the buckles but in no time it’s snug on his ass, tight to his pubic bone.

Jayce slides over next to the little pump bottle of lube Viktor had left on the bedside table, coating himself liberally. When he turns, he nearly comes on the spot.

“Well?” Viktor breathes, on his hands and knees, and positioning his ass towards Jayce. He’s shameless - exposing himself so eagerly for filling. Jayce pauses to knead both of his ass cheeks, which are slight but perky in all the right ways, before kneeling behind him. Letting one hand rest on the small of his back, Jayce finds Viktor’s hole and gently guides himself in, savouring the choked little whine Viktor gives as he’s filled much more thoroughly than with just a finger.

Moving steadily, Jayce slowly bottoms out, filling Viktor up bit by bit. Viktor’s head hangs down, eyes closed.

“Y’okay?” Jayce checks, rubbing between Viktor’s shoulder blades.

With a little moan, Viktor nods, planting himself as best he can among the pillows.

There is a moment where Jayce pauses, finding his angle, his buzz distracting him enough for it to take a second. He grasps Viktor’s hip, settling their crotches snugly together before he begins to slam into Viktor. The drummer chokes on his breath, hunching over - or rather, tilting his hips backwards to invite the deep, punchy rhythm that Jayce starts them out with.

“Oh- oh fuck-” Viktor mumbles, sounding disoriented, holding onto a pillow for dear life.

It only takes a few more thrusts before Viktor’s knees buckle and he slides forward into the bed. Jayce shifts his stance, mounting Viktor’s perky butt without sliding out, and instead working his hips harder, fucking Viktor prone.

The sounds Viktor lets out - he’s too inebriated to hold back, the arching cries and gasps leaving him sharp and sudden, like Viktor himself is surprised by them.

“Good boy, take it-” Jayce murmurs mindlessly, presses down on the small of Viktor’s back. He fucks into him more rhythmically, watching his ass cheeks jiggle after every sharp smack inside, before he’s following him down lower, pressing in deeper and lapping at the sweat on the back of Viktor’s neck. He tastes so good.

“Fuck- fuck, Jayce, yes-” Viktor is moaning into the pillows weakly, a hand reaching back to squeeze at Jayce’s thigh encouragingly.

Eventually, Viktor manages to get back up on his knees, though his face remains down in the blankets, muffling his whimpers as he’s drilled from behind. Jayce leans back to get more power in his thrusts, though he reaches down to anchor a fist in Viktor’s hair, the silky-soft tresses perfect. He pulls hard enough for Viktor to crane his neck, for his sounds to be a bit more clear as he’s fucked.

It creates a bit of a feedback loop - Jayce slams his hips forward, nudges his cock in deep, drilling Viktor forward into the merciless grip in his hair and back again. His arm stays strong, making a little arch in Viktor’s spine that is not good for longevity, but for now is so hot that Jayce can’t help but drill him like this.

“Ghh… Fuck- I don’t know if I’m gonna piss or cum-” Viktor slurs, one hand coming down to touch his bladder.

Jayce feels like he’s going to short circuit, swaying to a stop deep inside. He brings an arm around Viktor’s waist, pulling him backwards in an easy movement and gathering him up in his arms.

Viktor struggles slightly for purchase, adjusting to Jayce’s solid body as a backrest as he’s pitched over. Jayce holds his chest, his waist tightly, and Viktor relaxes, though he’s panting frantically. He reaches back weakly, grasping onto Jayce’s hair for steadiness.

“Jayce, I really… I’m not sure if I can…”

“You should do it,” Jayce mumbles, the angle so extreme that with a shift of his hips, Viktor makes an urgent moaning noise, nails digging into Jayce’s skin. “Should just… Let go, s’ fine.”

“‘kay…”

Jayce bounces him a few times, nearly driven insane by the choked-off moaning noises Viktor gives as he fucks right up into his bladder. It’s so fucking hot, hearing how strained, how pained his breathing becomes as he fights between letting go and getting to his climax.

Jayce reaches down between them, making his hand into a fist and pushing it gently against Viktor’s gut.

“Ah-! Juh- Jayce-...”

If he sinks in deep enough, he can feel his cock, obstructing the other side.

“Shit-” Jayce whispers, grasping Viktor beneath his pectoral with his other hand, and bouncing him a few more times, worrying his fist into that spot with each thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Viktor cries out, his toes curling as the dam breaks, and he gushes between them, a stream of piss soaking down Jayce’s cock, their thighs, and trickling down into the blankets.

Jayce keeps bouncing him, thrusting up into his body, his bladder, as Viktor empties himself. His fist breaks and comes down to rub his fingers over Viktor’s cunt, catching some of his piss and rubbing it into his flesh, his piercing, his hard little cock.

Viktor gasps brokenly, his body twitching uncontrollably. Jayce ruts up into him a few more times, the sound of it absolutely soaked now, and finally, Viktor is hitting his climax, slack-jawed and moaning frantically high. He scrabbles for purchase, but Jayce has got him, holding onto Viktor as he rides out his good ten seconds of orgasm.

Jayce holds him through it, watching in wonder as Viktor writhes with pleasure, letting out the most beautiful little ah, ah, ah- sounds. Jayce holds him through it, kisses his neck slowly, catches his breath.

Afterwards, Viktor rolls onto his back away from the wet spot, withdrawing. Jayce shifts down next to him, and Viktor releases a breathless little laugh.

“I’ve never done that before.”

“It was so fuckin’ hot,” Jayce mumbles, saying stuff he would not normally be saying, but hey, that’s been the theme of the whole goddamn night.

“Sorry if I pissed on you.”

“You did but don’t be sorry.”

“Mmm,” Viktor rolls over with a little smile, kissing Jayce again, all tongue and eagerness. With a soft little groan, Jayce kisses back. He reaches for the buckle of the strap-on, but Viktor stills his hand.

“One more? I want to try something else.” Viktor asks.

Jayce couldn’t deny him, even if he wanted to. He melts against him, kissing him soft and slow despite the raging arousal in his every fiber. He can feel the dildo pressing insistently into Viktor’s hip.

Slowly, Viktor shifts his thighs between them, parting them to let Jayce nudge back inside. They pause for a second to re-apply the lube. As he’s entered again, Viktor hisses softly, no doubt stretched and sore. His eyelids flutter deliciously, and Jayce starts to slowly roll his hips, resting on his elbows above him.

Viktor exhales sharply, looking at Jayce through their mutual haze, making eye contact. “I want to ask you something,”

“After that, we can’t possibly get more acquainted,” Jayce murmurs, licking at Viktor’s lips.

“Want to ask you something kind of fucked-up for a paramedic,”

Jayce pauses at that, “what do you mean?”

“Choke me?” Viktor breathes, his voice still flat, but a touch of colour filling his cheeks, his chest.

“Fuck,” Jayce whispers, feeling the request in his very core. He reaches up right away, wrapping his fingers around Viktor’s throat. Due to the nature of his job he does know how to do this safely - and immediately presses on the nodes framing Viktor’s windpipe, clenching at his neck.

Immediately, Viktor frowns, grasping at Jayce’s wrist in a movement that undoubtedly tries to anchor him there, keep him.

When Jayce thrusts into him more abruptly, Viktor’s jaw drops, before his head rolls back, his legs spread, and he takes it.

“Fuck- fuck,” Jayce breathes out, snapping his hips in faster.

Viktor nods weakly then, soundlessly telling him to do it harder, and Jayce is so gone for this man.

He squeezes more firmly, watching as Viktor goes very still, his lids fluttering and iris rolling back slightly.

The room is quiet, save for the gasping pants from Jayce and the wet, steady sound of Jayce’s hips sliding his cock into Viktor, deeper, pushing into him.

High as a kite, his brain supplies him with the very helpful thought of, yes, it is insane that earlier he was trying to make sure Viktor was breathing properly, and now he is making sure Viktor can’t breathe properly.

It’s worryingly hot.

Jayce kisses him, his still lips and empty mouth, hollow airways and slack tongue. Viktor weakly follows, shuddering in his grip, his pulse thundering against Jayce’s fingertips.

It’s time.

Jayce releases him, fucking fast into his cunt as Viktor desperately catches his breath, moans colouring each exhale beautifully.

“Oh, you’ve done this befo-” Viktor is cut off as Jayce chokes him again, his brows furrowed, his whole body giving a delicious little shudder. The colour in his cheeks is strong now, a deeply flushed red as he’s choked and fucked and pinned down by Jayce’s weight.

Jayce wishes he had a third hand, to play with Viktor’s cock and see the change in his microexpressions, but he satisfies himself by grinding deeply into Viktor’s cunt instead, knowing the soft leather of his strap-on is caressing his dick with each push.

Viktor shivers beneath him, mouth opening and closing soundlessly for a few beats. His hips twitch below, struggling to cant up to meet the gentle pushes, to get more friction on his cock-

Jayce releases him. As Viktor desperately gasps for air, Jayce licks up his own fingers, reaching down between them to roll his slick thumb over Viktor’s cock.

“Haah- yes, yes, fuck, harder-!”

Jayce rubs him harder, hard enough to chafe. Viktor’s body arches, eyes rolling back, and it’s the perfect moment for Jayce to reach up and choke him once more, his fingers gentler as he cuts off Viktor’s orgasmic cries.

It’s so fucking beautiful, the way Viktor slumps into the bed, his cunt wet and lax and taking Jayce’s thrusts so well through his orgasm, squelching loud in the silence of him being choked. Jayce releases his throat as soon as Viktor’s eyes come back into focus, relishing the way he once again struggles for air.

Jayce stops thrusting, pulls the pillow out from underneath Viktor’s head, gives him the time and space to properly catch his breath and recover from the tides of his orgasm.

“Holy fuck-” Viktor says weakly, staring up at the ceiling.

“Yeah,” Jayce mumbles in agreement, feeling both high and drunk off of Viktor’s pleasure. His core is throbbing with it, an insistent plea to have his needs tended to.

Viktor shifts to sit up, as if he can sense the raging arousal radiating from Jayce’s body. “Switch places with me,” he murmurs.

Jayce is all too eager. He undoes the buckle of his strap-on, jerks it down his legs and off onto the nightstand. He lies back easily, tucking himself against the pillow.

Viktor lowers himself between Jayce’s thighs, stretching out slowly and nuzzling at the dark, coarse pubic hair of Jayce’s cunt.

As soon as Viktor’s tongue is on him, Jayce moans quietly. Giving Viktor pleasure had been nearly as pleasurable as this, but it’s great to finally get some relief. He pulls a pillow behind his head, enjoying the gentle caresses of his tongue.

“Suck on it-” Jayce breathes, and chews his lip as Viktor complies weakly. But then he stops, licking his lips.

“My- I can’t-” He laughs breathlessly, “my mouth is so dry from the weed-”

“C’mere-” Jayce murmurs, reaching down to grasp Viktor’s chin, to guide him upwards. Viktor comes on weak-boned elbows, rising up between his legs for a kiss-

But Jayce grasps him by the jaw, and spits directly into his open mouth.

Viktor flinches like he’s been hit, but gives a guttural moan, swallowing right away.

It makes Jayce’s dick twitch, but he murmurs, “you’re not supposed to swallow,”

“Guess you’ll have to do it again-” Viktor whispers, slurring a bit, refusing to properly close his lips.

Jayce chews on Viktor’s lower lip, catching the ring pierced through and pulling sharply, savouring the whine it elicits. This time, when he grabs Viktor by the jaw, he spits over his lips messily, and then, as Viktor lets his tongue out, Jayce spits overtop of that.

Groaning, Viktor slides back down, opening wide to suck at Jayce’s clit. The immediate euphoria feels like getting plugged into a wall socket. Jayce’s thighs tense, his hand comes down to cup the back of Viktor’s head, and pleasure rockets up his gut, his spine, his very core.

“Fuckin’ perfect-” he breathes, tugging gently at his hair.

Viktor’s tongue dips lower, passing over the veritable mess of slick Jayce has been producing and rolling it upward into his hood, his cock.

“Fuck, baby, just like that-” Jayce rasps, the pleasure flowing through him powerfully now. He fists his hand in Viktor’s hair and tugs gently, coaxing Viktor to bob his head slowly over Jayce’s clit, giving him a proper blowjob.

Viktor moans as he realizes what he’s being coaxed to do, rolling his tongue along with the rhythm.

“Yeah, suck my cock-” Jayce groans, his hips rolling up slightly. “Gonna cum in your mouth-”

Viktor’s nails dig into Jayce’s thigh, his breaths coming in heavier now as he lets his face be used. When Jayce pushes up against him, he lets his tongue flatten, a perfect surface for Jayce to frot against.

Jayce pushes, seeking that delicious friction. Accompanied by Viktor’s beautiful eyes, his dark pink tongue, the hollows of his cheeks, the flush in them as he works, it’s impossible not to come on the spot.

“Fuck-” Jayce warns, his gut knotting up, tensing up in pleasure.

Viktor sucks at him harder, understanding, and Jayce comes crashing into his orgasm, falling apart into beautiful pleasure beneath Viktor’s lips and tongue.

Panting, Viktor kisses at Jayce’s hip, wiping his mouth. He rests his chin against Jayce’s leg, eyelids fluttering as Jayce rakes his fingers soothingly through Viktor’s hair.

Viktor breaths slowly, before his eyes narrow. “You’re not a secret fan, are you?”

Jayce bubbles out a laugh. “What?”

“You nearly came from licking up my armpit.” Viktor comments. “That’s fan behavior.”

Jayce nods slowly, subdued. “After that blowjob… Hell yeah I’m a fan.”

Viktor throws his head back and laughs. He crawls up Jayce’s body, settling over top of him. He slots one thigh between Jayce’s, resting on top of his arm, his head joining Jayce on the same pillow.

“You seem like a cuddler,” Viktor observes.

Jayce snakes his arm further beneath Viktor, scooping up his waist and tugging him closer. He dots a small kiss on Viktor’s nose, his touch a whisper.

“Guilty.”

Viktor smirks softly, his eyes so heavy they’re nearly closed. There’s the faintest tinge of red to his whites, the swell of pupils that are deeply satisfied by orgasm. By adoration.

“I like you, paramedic boy. I hope you aren’t overbearing.” Viktor slurs, his accent so heavy like this.

Jayce huffs out a little laugh, feeling a bit more sober now after all of the exertion. He brushes his fingers over Viktor’s beautiful cheekbone.

“That depends, is waking up early and making you breakfast in bed in your own kitchen overbearing?”

“That's… Bare minimum… For rockstars like me…” Viktor mumbles, his eyes fully and entirely closed by now.

Jayce chuckles again, watching him. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.” Viktor already looks half asleep, expression relaxed.

Jayce watches him idly, tracing his fingers over Viktor’s cheek yet again. It’s been such a whirlwind of a day - going from worrying for this man’s life, to being absolutely blown away by his talent, to getting a ride home and every single second after…

Jayce doesn’t think he regrets a single moment of it. And it sounds like neither does Viktor.

He tucks his head into his neck, by the pillow. His lips ghost over Viktor’s skin.

Regardless of what happens, he’s happy to find out what comes in the morning.