Nuts and bolts

Viktors POV:

It was finally the next day, Viktor had slept in later than usual. Typically yes sometimes he would stay up extra late like seven but he wouldn’t have been this exhausted. From how much brain power he was using that night just thinking and processing everything he had ended up with a painful migraine when he awoke.

“hovno..(shit)..” he cursed under his breath as he slowly sat up, rubbing temple with a shaking hand.

With bleary eyes he glanced at the clock next to his wall, trying to readjust his eyesight. Eleven fifty three, it read. Later than usual, but it’s not like he was going to the lab today. He slowly got up from the bed, almost falling as he grabbed his cane in time to try and stand up. He looked down at his attire. His loose cream colored vest that was hanging off of one arm, a normal red button up shirt underneath that he now desperately needed to iron out the wrinkles of, and his boxers.

He yawned as he sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his head as he reached for the screws in the dish and his leg brace. As he twisted the bolts in he thought over the discussion he most likely would have with Heimerdinger. ‘Oh! My dear boy I’m terribly sorry you are feeling under the weather, if need be yes you can take a day off as you please.’ He could almost hear it in Heimerdingers voice as he finished putting it on, after being his assistant for a few years he had gotten used to the sound of it, even after resigning to be Jayce’s partner.

He slipped on his shoes, obviously putting on a more suitable attire but still relatively comfortable enough to show he wouldn’t be working that day.

He took a different path so he wouldn’t have to go near the lab today, he didn’t even want to think about it really. He cleared his throat as he made his way into heimerdingers office, his cane clanking against the smoothed stone.

“Ah! My boy, what brings you here today?” He’d said as he hopped from his chair, his little scraggly white dog following along.

“Hello professor, it just seems I’m a bit ill as of this morning and last night, I’m just wanting to acknowledge you that I won’t be in the lab today.” Viktor says calmly, leaning against his cane as he closed the door.

“Oh my! I’m terribly sorry you’re feeling that way Viktor, and yes thank you for informing me you can take as much time as needed for rest, but not too much!” He says in his usually cheery but also concerned tone. ‘Just as he thought.’

“Thank you, professor, and don’t worry it’ll probably just be today for not working in the lab. Migraine, maybe slight fever who knows.” He’d say giving a Kurt nod before turning, wanting to make it brief so he could go back to his room.

He thought about taking the route to skip past the lab but just from that slightly longer walk his leg was already acting up again so he’d have to take the normal walk. He tried treading lightly as he got near the lab, hoping Jayce wouldn’t hear him. He doesn’t even want to know what would happen if Jayce had caught him and he’d have to *talk* to him. Which was not happening anytime soon.

As he walked past the lab he was so preoccupied with trying to be quiet his cane slipped up and he stumbled to the ground with a thump, landing on his good side thankfully but his cane made a loud clack as it hit the wood. Viktor froze as he hissed in pain, mortified by falling and also the thought of getting caught, and….

No one?..

He finally looked into the lab after grabbing his cane and with trial and error getting back up to his feet. Jayce wasn’t here today like he usually would, working on the drainage system that he hadn’t even thought about all night. But then where was Jayce? Cause he most definitely wasn’t doing what Viktor was doing, which also happens to be staying in his room. His eyes caught sight of a yellow paper note on the desk as he looked into the room. He glanced around once more before snatching it up and reading it.

‘: Viktor, I am sorry but I will not be in the lab today, instead I’ll be smelting some more iron bars for the drain. Thought I’d let you know..:’

-Jayce

His thumb ran over the writing as he glanced away thoughtfully. Maybe they weren’t as different as he thought. At least he wouldn’t have to be worried with running into him about the academy.

When he got back into his room he took some Tylenol for his -now soothed down- headache, gulping it with water as he set it down onto his desk, which at the moment was scattered with different designs for the filtration system and other minor flaws he would be needing to fix of gone wrong, which so far, have not. He would mutter to himself about-anything really as he glanced over Jayce’s own notes, his handwriting a bit messier than his own.

Jayce sometimes would often doodle on a few-quite a few project blueprints, a few of them being Viktor telling him he’s doing something wrong as a little stickman or of random objects around the room, a nail here or there, a wrench, a picture of some screws with a bubble that said ‘evil’ next to them. There was one he had been thinking about after he drew it. It was quite the detailed picture, of Viktor himself right in the middle of one of there notes sheets that Viktor would provide so they could collect there thoughts on their assignments. It was..beautiful, unlike how Viktor saw himself at times.

It was his side profile partly, it was him at his desk in the lab working on a small device they had been working on before this project, a small device that could direct you around the city. Pesky little device if you asked them. The way he paid close attention to detail was remarkable really, he got all his moles right, including his eyes which were the only things that were colored in with pencil. They were a deep honey brow color, tow shades with yellow and brown. The shadows were most likely at night since it looked like moonlight cascading on his face in the drawing.

Maybe he really does love me…

Or he’s just a good artist. Yeah..

He set down the paper as he grabbed the other, sitting down at his desk.

“Here we go…” he muttered as he grabbed his pen, positions the paper so he could begin jotting down more notes.

Jayce’s POV:

Fucked. Fucked. Fucked.

If there’s one thing Jayce’s is, is utterly, and completely, fucked.

He mind raced with thoughts of the look on Viktors face when he had turned around to face him last night, the image playing in every corner of his brain like a virus so no matter how hard he tried it was always there.

The hammer he was holding clanked loudly against the iron bars, the sound restyling throughout the factory as his thoughts were about as coherent as when he first met Viktor.

He was shirtless at the moment, covered in sweat and oil as he hammered out his anger and frustration into making these pesky drains, the fires of the furnace roaring behind him as sweat trickled down his back.

‘Why did I leave the door open? Why did I have to pour my heart out while Viktor listened? He probably doesn’t even like me.’

Jayce, with whatever confidence he had built up last night came crumbling down when he saw Viktor in that doorway. All thoughts of Viktor even liking him flew out the window when he saw that shocked expression on his face, the way he froze them bolted away like his life depends on it as Viktor ran down the hallway last night.

God he was so stupid.. Viktor was so painfully beautiful.

His voice, that soothingly accent, his face, those amber eyes that burned through his soul and captured his attention instantly, his body…

Focus goddamnit.

He finished smithing the first of the filters which for now was a circle with bars, but definitely hard to create. Now for the second one. As he worked he couldn’t help but think about how absolutely hot Viktor was, again for like the sixth time. He’d imagined many times before what it’d be like holding Viktor, touching him. His slender waist, his pretty hands, to see that already messy hair clenched in his hand as he oh so absolutely ruined him, to feel his body writhing under his own. Or the other way around, Jayce has only ever been with women of course and he was always top, always the one in charge..

He now wondered what it’d be like being told what to do for once, the one being put into different positions like he were an art piece being put perfectly into place before being absolutely destroyed. Wondering how Viktors hands would feel roaming his body, letting them wander wherever they shall please, …wondered how it would feel to have Vik’s hands wrapped his throat, to have Viktors hands wrapped around his throat while his other hand does what the fuck it wants who cares at this point-

“Shit!-“ he hisses, holding his hand as he accidentally almost touched the hot smelting iron that lay beneath him. Luckily he didn’t touch it but it was close. To close for comfort. He audibly groaned as he glanced down, realizing that he had a small problem on his hands.

“Gotta be kidding me..” he says as he sees his erection poking through the fabric of his pants. All of this, just from the thought of fucking Viktor, or more or less perhaps it was cause of him thinking of getting fucked by Viktor?..either way it didn’t matter, now he had three problems on his hands, talking to Viktor about what he heard, finishing these filters, and getting rid of this damn hard on. He can’t even imagine to explain how much he wants to see those pretty amber eyes between his thighs, running his hands through his messy hair was all he could think of once he finished smelting the second filter into place before dropping it into the large pot of water, not before taking it out after a few seconds setting it down next to the first one. He looked down at himself in one of the broken mirror shards that lay on a table that his mother had broken not long ago and he had brought it down there for now. He looked..like a mess to put it lightly. His hair was not slicked to the side as usual, instead hanging around his head, some hair falling down into his face as he wiped off a bit of oil from his face. His eyes were still red but not as puffy from earlier where he had been crying in his room from the sheer embarrassment of the situation. He was sure the next time he saw Viktor the tension would be even more heavy, probably being palpable just in the air.

Or…no..

Or it could be like electric currents going through the air, both finally giving into their desires…god how was he going to do this without saying something stupid? Why did men have to be so fucking beautiful…he had never had the time to explore, as he was always more focused on studies and now he had no choice but to work. He could practically taste the static on his tongue from the thought of other events that could take place, or he was just getting dizzy from being around the furnace for too long.

He was heavily trying to ignore the growing tension coiling in his abdomen, the warm pooling sensation making him almost feel dizzy as it spread through his body, having to lean back against his table as he tried controlling his breathing. He was Jayce fucking Talis. He needed to get a grip.

“D-…damnit..” he muttered, trailing his hand along his belt, sliding it slowly down to the buckle.
“I’m sorry..I’m so sorry Viktor..I can’t help it..” he whispered letting out a small gasp of the sensation of feeling himself through his pants as he looked down, gently palming himself through the fabric.

“G-god damnit..” he murmured as he slowly trailed his fingertips along his clothed length, imagining it being Viktor's hand teasing him instead which increased the tension in him more at the thought. He closed his eyes as he continued to move his hand, the regret that was slowly gnawing at his brain like a parasite slowly fading as he reached through his boxers to grope himself more firmly, letting out an involuntary moan as he bared more weight onto the table making a bolt fall off.

“God…Viktor…you’re so pretty…” he whispered, his eyes closed as his pants had fallen down at this point, slowly jacking off as he left the smelting iron against the other table, idle and forgotten against the sensations he was currently feeling throughout his body.

“V-Mh!~…” he choked out, leaning his head back against the wall with his mouth hanging open as he increased the speed of his hand, his other hand bracing himself against the counter. He continued his ministrations, the warm flowy feeling spreading through his torso as he got close, so, so close.

“V-Viktor!~” he whimpered out his partners name as he came, the liquid spilling onto the floor as his legs shook with how absolutely good that felt, letting out a few soft moans, coming down from his pleasure. He glanced down at the mess he now made onto the floor, already feeling the guilt creeping back in for doing this, moaning Viktors name like he was actually there with him not even being there. He picked up the bolt off the floor, looking it over before sighing and rubbing his temple.

He was so, so so screwed…

Viktor’s POV:

It was late now, around ten forty five now, and Viktor was in the lab. He said he wouldn’t, that he would stay in his room to fake being sick and avoiding Jayce momentarily but he needed to continue his work, plus he thought Jayce wouldn’t be back for a while so he continued to work on the smaller pieces of the drain system, working meticulously as he drowned out the buzzing noise coming from a few of the machines. He had his glasses with other spectacles on them to help him see better when working with smaller objects and projects.

As he worked he couldn’t help as his thoughts wondered back to Jayce. He was curious as to what he was doing in the factory, probably smelting the bars he said he would make in a few of his notes collection for the project.

What would happen if Jayce actually ‘actually’ likes him? He just..he could never be sure. He was so self conscious with his body he didn’t know if Jayce would like someone who is crippled and his best friend. Sure, he heard his best friend confess he loved him but does he really?

He just couldn’t trust anyone with that, he didn’t like being vulnerable, not to anyone.

Not even Jayce.

He finished up on a few notes left on a separate sheet for how the system would be put on the sewage system down in Zaun and he set his pen down, grabbing his cane as he stood up. What now? If Jayce comes back what were they supposed to do? Just act like nothing happened and as if he hadn’t heard Jayce, his partner talking about him like he was the Helen of Troy, what was he to say?
‘Oh yeah, you know I was just casually talking about you with Mel.’ Because that was very true…yeah. In all seriousness he was desperately trying to figure out what to say to him tomorrow since he probably wouldn’t be back from the forge until late in the night, as per usual.

He glanced over at the notebook that Jayce kept in the lab, both of them had one to write down their notes and other ideas they could have for future potential projects. Many though Viktor and Jayce alike thought were useless and unnecessary given their ethics for hextech, wanting to pursue the magic without driving away from their entire reasoning for making it. He looked around the lab once more just in case before sliding his hand over the notebook, which was a bit more unkempt given Jayce typically just threw it around when working since it didn’t matter that much to him. He looked at it for contemplating whether or not he should do it or not, really in hindsight it wasn’t necessarily crossing a boundary of trust since it was just plans for projects. So he picked it up.

“Hm..” he hummed as he opened it, gently leaning against the counter for support as he flipped to the first page which was just his name and the date when they first got it.

Next page.

Just random notes from when they were first just realizing the impact hextech could have on people, right after they figured out how to harness the energy. Over the next twenty pages or so were fairly normal, pages on pages of just a multitude of pages from different ideas, some of the projects they had already done which had a small little checkmate at the bottom of the page, Jayce’s way of putting that the project had been finished. Or a small ‘X’ mark signifying that it couldn’t be done, but there weren’t many as he never really once gave up on something that he was truly passionate about, something that he deeply wanted he would nine out of ten pursue it no matter the cost, it didn’t matter if he could have it or not he would still try, and that’s what Viktor admired about him…

This is not about the pages.

After about a handful of pages was where the doodles of Viktor came into par, small little stick Viktor scolding an also stick figure Jayce, usually hitting him on the head with his cane in the drawing with a small bonk notation. “Cute…” Viktor muttered with a small side smile as he continued to focus more on the small drawings scattered throughout the pages than the actual notes and blueprint statistics themselves.

As he flipped through the pages he noticed small cursive texts written in the margins of the paper, barely legible as his cursive was, well the writing has more to be desired upon by the way it’s written. A few words he could make out yes but some he couldn’t, but there was one word he could make out in every single one. Viktor. Every few pages or so his name would be in the scribbled text, talking about something he was doing or how pretty he looked whilst writing his notes? He really wrote all this down when they were supposed to be working? It’s not like Viktor could say much as he got distracted way to much when in the lab as well, distracted by the little things Jayce does, how he runs his hands over the handles, how his arms strained when he was carrying something heavy, how he would catch Jayce looking at him except he wouldn’t look away at first.

He needed him, badly, so badly it hurt.

Jayce’s POV:

He was in his room after walking back from the factory, his mind filled with regret and frustration at how carried away he got in there. He threw down the two drain bars he had made onto his bed, not carrying if it got dirty. Stripping off his pants and boxers onto the floor carelessly as he thought about the way he so ignorantly acted in the furnace room. ‘Why can’t I control myself? Why did I even get turned on by thinking like that?..’ it didn’t matter now as he had already done it. So might as well forget about it.

He stepped into the shower turning on the water at the hottest setting to wash away all the grime and oil that had accumulated on his skin after foraging metal for the past two or so hours. He relished in the feeling of the sizzling water hitting his skin, washing away any momentary regret and guilt he had. Washing his hair as he looked over at his mirror which was starting to fog up and the only part he was able to see clearly was his face. He looked.. better than he had earlier to say but still a bit tired, the weary lines on his face visible but not too prominent on his face.

He sighed as he stepped out of the shower, turning off the hot water as the room was now filled with steam, everything covered in small water droplets including the towel rack as he grabbed one off of it and wrapped it around his waist.

After drying off and putting on his usual councilor outfit, the white fitted over jacket with red patched shoulders, everything lined with a gold thread and cream vest with his usual red tie underneath, and brown slacks. With little effort he tried doing his hair but to no avail did it cooperate so he headed out the door.

It usually wasn’t that long of a walk but with all those thought of Viktor, bombarding him as he walked it seemed as if it took forever for the lab to finally come into view. ‘Viktors probably in his room, most likely doesn’t want to see me..’ was one thing that looped on in his head as he reached for the handle of the door and opened it, walking in while his gaze was cast to the ground. It was only he looked up when he heard footsteps other than his own.

He immediately looked up towards the counters near the wall and there he was. The man himself, Viktor. It felt as if his breath caught in his chest and his heart fluttered at the sight of Viktor with the dim lighting in the room, his amber eyes piercing him. It went away after a moment remembering why he was nervous to see him again.

“V…Viktor..” Jayce says quietly, not breaking eye contact. He could see Viktor glance away as he cleared his throat, feeling a heat rise up his neck when he saw Viktor grip his cane harder as he put Jayce’s journal down and-why did he have his journal? Usually he would’ve questioned why V had his journal but that wasn’t on his mind right now.

“Jayce, it’s..surprising to see you here..” Viktor says calmly, but Jayce can see how tense his shoulders are.

It feels like the room is buzzing with tension, the small sound of the wind against the window being the only thing to partly break the tension between the men. “Viktor…please let me-“ Jayce says quietly.

“What. Let you, what? Do you know how hard it was thinking about that last night? My mind was reeling the whole night.” Viktor says with a sigh.

“Explain..let me explain…” he says calmly, but you could hear how pleading he sounded. It made Viktor pause and he nodded, letting him talk.

“About last night…I…” he starts but he doesn’t even know where to begin. ‘Hey Viktor I just realized I loved you and I thought you might like me back?’ Yeah, because that would totally work, idiot.

“..everything I said and you had heard me say, I was just stating-“

“Were you lying?” Viktor interrupts him. Viktor was tense, looking a bit defensive as he looked Jayce dead in the eye, which was a bit intimidating as he would admit since he would usually avoid eye contact.

“Lying about what?..”

“About-just, everything. That you think I’m beautiful, that you admire me and think I’m smart and how you were realizing how spectacular I was and..and that you loved me. You love me..”

Jayce paused upon hearing the vulnerability in the other man’s tone. “No..I wasn’t lying…” he said quietly. They both stood in silence after that, it felt like Jayce’s body was frozen, but it was oh so different for Viktor. His body felt like it was on fire at the revelation, that the person he loved more than anything, the person who seemed to not even be conscious about Viktors crush on him now spontaneously finally speaking up about being in love with him.

“I..” Viktor started but trailed off as he looked into Jayce’s eyes, those beautiful, beautiful green and yellow eyes that stared right back into his. He felt frozen in place as Jayce took a small step forward. What was he doing? Why was he walking forward?

“I love you too.” Viktor blurted out before he could stop himself.

Jayce paused, he stopped in his tracks as he looked at Viktor. “..you do?..”

“More than anything, I-I don’t know how you didn’t even notice at first but yes, I very deeply love you, Jayce. I get that ya know your not particularly that good at picking up on people liking you but that took a few years..just..your so special to me Jayce, that’s why I never wanted to say anything cause I didn’t want to ruin the friendship we had but I felt like I was betraying you at the same time because I wasn’t thinking of you in a-a normal friendship kind of way and-“

“Stop talking.” Jayce said before stepping forward.

Viktor lips against his felt like fire on his own. He couldn’t stop himself as he stepped forward and kissed Viktor, finally.. feeling his lips on his as his hands gripped Viktor’s shoulders, squeezing them as he let a small sound leave his mouth as his eyes fluttered close. Viktor stood motionless for a moment as he leaned in, still in shock with wide eyes as he felt Jayce’s lips against his own. When Jayce’s consciousness finally kicked back and his eyes flitted open to see Viktor’s surprised face he immediately pulled away, his hands still floating above Viktor’s shoulders as he moved to take a small step back.

“I-I’m so sorry-I didn't mean to-“ was all he could get in before Viktor leaned in this time, his hand gripping Jayce’s hip as his other hand gripped desperately at the back of Jayce’s head. Now that he got a taste he couldn’t go back, not now. He reciprocated almost immediately as his hands rested on Viktors upper waist as he leaned in eagerly, their lips moving against each other as they stumbled back a bit until Viktors back hit the counter.

The sound of Jayce’s jacket hitting the floor and heaving breathing was heard through out the lab as Jayce looked back at Viktor, who’s eyes roamed Jayce’s arms, his hands reaching out to glide his fingertips over the refined muscles that he had gotten from working in the factory so much. “So beautiful..” viktor whispered with a huff before grabbing him by the hair again, his other hand gripping him by the shirt as Jayce kicked away his jacket, their lips meeting again as Vik trailed his hand from Jayce’s chest to his back, running his fingers up and down his back slowly as Jayce leaned down to kiss Viktor’s jaw. It was only until Jayce let his hand slide against Viktor’s thigh when he remembered something he needed to tell Jayce.

“W-wait-“ viktor said pulling away and Jayce immediately pulled away at the words.

“Yes?..” Jayce panted. To say Viktor was mesmerized by the sight in front of him was an understatement. All those dreams and fantasies coming true finally, seeing a flustered and desperate Jayce before him.

“I…I’m..” Viktor trailed off, glancing down.

“I’m not really a man, Jayce..” Viktor mumbled, glancing down at his cane which was now lying against the smooth stone next to Jayce’s jacket.

“What? What do you mean you’re not a man? Of course you are-“

“I’m trans, Jayce.” He said before Jayce could ramble on about how amazing Viktor was and how he shouldn’t think of himself that way.

“N-now I know that you probably won’t really like-think of me the same and-I’m not even really that-“ Viktor started, looking a bit regretful after telling him that but he had too.

“Vik.” He said firmly.

“What?..”

“I could care less what you are as long as your with me, you could be a women for all I care but your not, I don’t care what’s in your pants your still the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.” He said with the utmost confidence he had seen from the man.

Now that, was hot.

Before Jayce could react further Viktor had switched their positions so Jayce was against the desk, Viktor attacked Jayce neck with kisses as his hands eagerly fumbled with Jayce’s buttons of his shirt. He had never seen Viktor so…enthusiastic, but he wasn’t complaining. Not at all. He guessed that after explaining how he really didn’t care about what Viktor was that made him more comfortable so now he was going along with the flow of the situation more. He’s sure he would think more on the matter of it later but all he cared right now was Viktors lips on his neck.

Viktor left a small hickey on the side of his neck as he kissed his jaw, pausing before softly leaning his head against Jayce’s neck with a soft sigh. They were both left panting as Jayce reached up a hand to rub Viktor’s back, also panting as his eyes fluttered open. “So…so hot..” Jayce said with a small laugh, cupping Viktor’s cheek as he lifted his head from his neck, noticing the flush of red that had spread to his ears

“Says you..” viktor said softly with a scoff as he basked in the afterglow of their make out session. Jayce traced mindless circles on Viktor’s hips as he held him slightly so he wouldn’t fall.

“Thank you..” viktor said softly, his eyes averting their gaze to the floor.

“For?..”

“Excepting me..”

“Vik..” he said softly, leaning in to kiss him once more, but it was soft this time, almost reassuring as he started into Viktor amber eyes before slowly pulling back, though Viktor’s lips followed his wanting more. “I couldn’t not..your genuinely so beautiful-I was so blind to my own emotions earlier until finally knowing that I did really love you..and now I’m even more sure of that.” He noticed Viktor’s gaze else where.

“Please look at me..” he whispered and Viktor looked at him. Their gazes locked onto one another before he spoke again.

“I’m not going to dismiss you either, I fully except that your trans and it doesn’t change my opinion on you, I really want you to know that.” He said softly. It made Viktor want to fold right then and there.

“Thank you..again..” Vik said hugging him, and Jayce reciprocated after a moment.

“Want me to walk you back to your room?” Jayce offered.

“Please.”

After putting his jacket back on and grabbing Viktor’s cane for him they walked down the hallway to Viktor’s room, taking their time in the calm silence as Jayce’s hand rested against the back of Viktor’s lower back. Once the made it Viktor’s unlocked his room letting Jayce in first. As they made their way Jayce looked around Viktor’s room. He had been in there before but it felt different somehow now, more intimate. Viktor still had the notes out that Jayce had drawn on and it made him smile a bit.

“Thanks for walking me to my room, I really needed it.” Viktor said softly but hit tone was hinted with a teasing smile.

“Har har, you’re welcome.” He said as he sat on Vik’s bed. He looked up at Viktor as he walked towards him, lifting his chin up with his cane making Jayce’s breath hitch. “God you’re pretty..” he mumbled, his eyes hooded as he looked down at the man with a small smirk. He had seen Viktor teasing before yeah but this was a different kind.

“Says you, you beautiful human being.” He said with a breathless laugh as Viktors cane pressed against his throat. He closed his eyes as he leaned in for about her kiss, Viktors cane resting back against the ground with a small tap. Jayce’s hand rested against the side of Viktor’s face as he pulled away.

“You’re a good kisser ya know..not your first time?” Jayce joked as Viktor sat down next to him, his cane resting against a hook near his bed.

“Oh, definitely. I’ve kissed many other men.” He said teasingly. “But, yeah, not only a few so don’t get too jealous.” He said it almost like he knew Jayce was gonna get jealous, which he did a bit but he would never admit that. “Oh whatever..” he muttered.

He glanced down at Viktors brace as he pulled his pants leg up, reaching to undo a screw.

“Need help?” He offered, noticing the pause in Viktors motion.”

“Sure..” Vik muttered, leaning back up to sit up straight leaning back on his elbow as Jayce got up and rested on his knees in front of Viktor. It felt all to intimate being on his knees infant of Viktor but that’s what made it so exciting. He gently held under the brace as he unscrewed it, dropping them back into the dish on his nightstand, his eyes on the brace while Viktors were on Jayce the entire time. When he finished taking the brace off he looked back up at Viktor. “There..” he said softly, Viktor reached down brushing his fingers through Jayce’s hair.

“Can we just..cuddle for a bit? I’m too tired to go back to my room..” Jayce muttered as he took his shoes off, not really leaving room for no as an answer.

“Of course.” Viktor said, taking off his own shoes and vest to something more comfortable. They both changed, separately though. Jayce changed in the bathroom while Viktor changed in the bedroom. Once he left the bathroom his gaze met Viktor’s, who was currently lying on the bed in pajama pants and a shirt. Jayce himself was wearing a ‘progress day’ shirt and short shorts which were just comfy personally, totally not wanting to wear them with Viktor for any other reason.

He glanced over Viktor’s body before he spoke up. “You look nice..” he muttered. Viktor chuckled patting the spot next to him. “Your one to talk.” Vik said as his eyes drifted to Jayce’s choice of shorts. “You did that on purpose.”

“Did what?” He said innocently.

“Just lay with me you idiot.” He said through laughter. Jayce did as said and laid down next to Viktor, being the little spoon-as he always is- letting Viktor’s hand hold him close.

“Night, Jayce..”

“G’night..Vik…”