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Let it be known that Jayce Talis has always had a penchant for the finest things in life.
Sure, he’s not as overzealous as the vast majority of the Piltover crowd, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the lifestyle. He likes living in luxury, sometimes, sue him. So when Jayce is a first-year academy boy who finally hooks up with an athletic swimmer (after some encouragement and reassurance from Caitlyn), he discovers that he has a penchant for the indulgent sort of pleasure of being deliciously fucked-out. More than he expected, actually.
Of course, with finer crowds, come snobbier socialites, and smaller pools of willing companions. House Talis is on the less powerful end of the spectrum, but still, he has a house name, and thus, a reputation. His good graces with the academy (grateful for them though he may be) certainly haven’t helped with that. He’s proud of his reputation, thank you very much. He’s the academy’s golden boy and he’s attractive - which means both that there are plenty of people who want him and plenty who would like to see him fall.
He knows he’s not the only queer person in the academy. He knows for sure he’s not the only one this side of Piltover. He’s heard of students hooking up with each other in the bathrooms, and rumors of affairs behind closed doors. He’s seen the way a few of his classmates stare at him, converse with him with just too many flushes for it to be friendly. And there’s Caitlyn, of course. As if she didn’t help him connect the dots in the first place.
And Jayce, well, he’s only human. He’s had his fair share of hookups, with both men and women, despite the aforementioned socialite crowd. And, really, he has nothing to complain about. All good experiences, all of them fairly good in bed. It’s just, sometimes he rocks himself on his fingers, in bed, and wishes they weren’t his own. Sometimes, he thinks, when he’s sated but longing, he wants to be more than the one who's just giving. He thinks back to his youth, to that academy boy, thinks of how he moaned into the mattress. He hooks up with others, again and again, and he wishes, sometimes, it were him. Him, face stuffed in the pillow. Him, fucked into the sheets.
But again, he reminds himself, he has no right to complain. The men and women he’s hooked up with are beautiful, and willing, and he’d be lying if he said that he hated it. He’s just tired of people expecting him to be on top, he supposes, tired of expecting him to be uninterested in receiving.
So, when Viktor laughs with him, floating midair, after finally stabilizing the hextech - he feels that spark light inside him. Feels that little italicized oh , in his brain. Thinks, belatedly, that he wants him. But of course, he thinks, in the back of his mind, Viktor is his lab partner, first and foremost. Even if they did make it to the stage of lovers, even if he was interested in men, he’s not one to deprive Viktor of what he wanted. His desires or not, he thinks, as they lay suspended, he’d give it all to Viktor if he asked him to.
He thinks it again, when they get approved for their project. Again, when they hit their second breakthrough in their lab. Again, when they’re smiling, flushed, over drinks. Again, when Viktor corners him afterwards. Again, when they share their first kiss. For Viktor, beautiful, intelligent Viktor, he’d lay his own wants and needs to the dirt forever.
Which is why, unexpectedly, he finds himself shouting curses to every god he can name, while Viktor has two fingers up his ass.
“Ah-hah!” He arches his back, long given up on being quiet. Jayce knows he’s a vocal lover, he knows it, but when Viktor had kissed him earlier that night, whispered an urgent, “speak more,” Jayce’s knees had gone weak. Fuck, who was he but to please him?
Viktor pushes his fingers a little further, arches a little higher and gods he’s going to go insane .
“Jesus, holy shit, Viktor,” he gasps, fingers scrabbling in the sheets, “how the- how the hell did you learn to fuck guys like that.”
Viktor, that motherfucker, laughs. Jayce would be appalled at the audacity. But again, fingers in his ass. Hard to think sometimes when that’s happening..
“Aw,” Viktor croons, “you think me a playboy?”
He’s joking, but there’s something about the image of it that has Jayce’s eyes screwing shut. Viktor, with golden eyes that burn like a hawk. Viktor, enthraller of women. Viktor, heartbreaker of the town.
It doesn’t suit him, but it’s a delightful fantasy anyways.
The second time Viktor speaks, it’s with much more sincerity. “If I’m honest,” he drawls, twisting his fingers, “I’ve mostly done this on myself.”
And, god, Jayce doesn’t think he could handle anything after that image. But then he goes on, “though, eh, on occasion,” his cheeks flush, “I admit it is nice to share a bed with someone.”
Jayce preens at the compliment - does that count as a compliment? - whine accentuated when Viktor pulls free his fingers.
“Sorry,” Viktor says abruptly, “should’ve warned you. I was going to ask if you’re ready for a third.” His eyes dart to meet Jayce’s, then back down to the bottle of lubricant. His other hand massages his thigh lightly, in waiting.
Jayce nods dumbly. “Uh-huh.” Wow. Even dumber. Great job, Talis. Two fingers in and you’re already losing your brainpower. Get it together.
He cannot, apparently, get it together, because then Viktor’s dribbling lube over his fingers, over his hole. It sucks the breath out of him again, and Viktor’s eyes meet his, questioning. He nods, deciding to keep his big mouth shut for once - only to promptly open it again when Viktor’s fingers re-enter him.
God, it’s really true what they say, isn’t it? That fingering feels better when it’s someone else? Jayce groans as Viktor scissors them inside him, and decides that yes, yes it is .
He can’t count the number of times he’s jerked off in his room, ashamed and more than a little frustrated. Prepping himself before an indulgent shower, coming hard on his own fingertips. By himself, it was sterile. Stress relief. Alone. But with Viktor-
Viktor twists his wrist in that way he does, and it’s such a small movement but Jayce feels it everywhere. Feels the tickle in his spine, feels his thighs shake, feels his neglected dick twitch. And then Viktor’s pushing in and fingers curl, hard on his prostate and Jayce mewls like a cat in a tree.
“You’re so vocal,” Viktor says, this time having the decency to sound flustered.
“But I thought you-”
“I know what I said.” Viktor smiles. Far more tender that it has any right to be. “I like it.”
That wracks another groan from his throat, and look, Jayce’s never had much for a praise kink, but for Viktor? He might have to reconsider.
He looks down, to where Viktor’s straining against his boxers, and decides.
“Stop!” Louder than he expected, with the way Viktor’s working his fingers. “Stop stop stop.”
Viktor does, immediately. Golden eyes instinctively look up with concern.
“Sorry, sorry! Did I-”
“No! No, nothing like that,” Jayce breathes out, in a hurry. “Just…” he trails away, working up the nerve to look Viktor in the eyes. “I want you.”
“You have me,” Viktor wants to say, though they both know what he means.
“…I do, too,” Viktor says instead, pulling his fingers out, slowly. “But, ah, well… my leg. We’ll have to work out the logistics.”
Jayce exhales at the loss of his fingers, sits up to better face his friend.
“I could ride you,” he offers, “or, would my weight on top be too much?”
“That’s perfect,” Viktor says, before he can get another word in. “Please, help me to switch.”
Jayce stands up - goddamn, the floor’s cold - gives Viktor a shoulder to lean on as he sheds the last of his underthings, kisses him as he lays back, onto the bed.
Jayce straddles his waist (finally!) and it takes him a moment to let it sink in that this is real. This is real, this is Viktor, Viktor’s in his bed, not only willing to be his partner for the night, but maybe even for more. Not just to be with him, but to fuck him, to claim him until he’s torn apart. This is Viktor, Viktor who’s not just a stranger, Viktor who cares, Viktor who could take him apart with his impossible brain before his drunken lips ever could.
Jayce shakes, kisses Viktor once more beneath him. Runs his hands along his brace. Places a kiss to his collarbone. Runs a lubed hand over his dick. The way he gasps, alone, is worth everything.
“You’ll tell me,” he breathes, “if it hurts, if my weight is uncomfortable for you.”
Viktor laughs, nervously, and he can feel the wind of it on his nose. “I’m not made of glass, you know,” he mutters. “I’m just skinny. I’m not going to break.”
“I know, it’s just, I don’t wanna-”
“Hey,” Viktor shuts him up with a kiss. “My leg will be fine. I know my limits. We’ll be okay.”
Jayce kisses him like he needs proof to believe it. He knows Viktor’s not helpless, knows he doesn’t need to be treated like he’s porcelain, but it’s just-
“I want you to feel good, too,” Jayce admits.
Viktor pouts, sweetly. “I will. So please,” he whispers into Jayce’s ear, “don’t keep me waiting, will you?” And oh , that velvet drip to his voice, that was certainly new.
He kisses Jayce one last time before canting his hips, whispering, “I’ll fill you up so good you can’t breathe.”
Jayce barely cuts off a whine in his throat at that, but if Viktor notices, he only smiles sweetly in a way that’s somehow equally, torturously, seductive.
Jayce raises his hips, feels Viktor’s hands travel down to his cheeks, spreading him apart. He runs his hand over the head of Viktor’s cock one last time. With a deep breath in, he lines his cock up with his entrance, and sinks down.
Slowly.
God.
So. Fucking . Slowly.
At first, it’s on purpose. Giving him and Viktor time to adjust, time to get used to each other’s heat. But then Viktor groans and his head rolls back so beautifully, and the slowness is heaven but also half-torture, and he’s halfway down before he realizes his dick has started dribbling precum.
He sinks the last of the way down only marginally faster, bottoming out with a whine. The shape Viktor’s in isn’t much better, head lolled back and mouth open in a silent scream.
The sounds of their breathing line the walls of the room before Viktor’s head tilts forward again. “You-”
“Yeah,” Jayce rushes out, “fuck, yeah.” His hips squirm a little, looking to his partner for permission.
“Okay, good, good.” Viktor stammers. Jayce watches the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes in. Breathes out. “You can move.”
“Oh thank g od,” Jayce yelps, unexpecting the slow roll of Viktor’s hips underneath him.
“Just a taste,” Viktor teases, “of… what you’re still waiting on.”
“Never took you to be into dirty talk,” Jayce wheezes.
“Never took you to be a man of patience.”
“Fair,” Jayce grits out, and slowly starts to roll his hips.
Their breathing both stutters at that, thighs lifting just enough to provide friction, but not anywhere close to satisfactory. Slowly, Jayce gets used to the fullness inside him, eager to start something more intense, but fuck , even this feels good after so long.
Viktor’s cock is longer than his is, and it fills him so deep, so good. So much better than his own fingers. So much of what he needs.
With a deep breath, he raises himself on his thighs, far enough so that he almost pulls off, before bringing his weight back down. He’s bracing his arms on the bed, careful not to put his full weight on Viktor, but even so, his arms nearly give. The first drop has Viktor hissing out a curse, and Jayce making noises that sound needy even to his own ears. He does it again, again , until he’s built up a steady rhythm between their bodies.
Gods, Viktor looks amazing like this. His hands have crept up Jayce’s thighs, squeezing every time he feels good. Viktor’s flush has spread from his cheeks, to his shoulders, all the way down to his chest. He’s not as loud as Jayce is, but he keeps letting out little ah s and groans, and it’s the hottest thing Jayce has ever seen.
It’s even hotter when Viktor pulls his hips down, leaving Jayce full and squirming. He’s strong enough that he could keep going, if he wanted, but Viktor’s eyes and hands reel him in.
“Why- why did, please -”
“It’s good, Jayce,” breathless, “it’s so good.”
Jayce whines, ruts his hips. He wants to move , needs that friction so badly.
“Why-”
“I told you,” Viktor pants, “I’m not going to break.” He pushes Jayce back, and with all the shaky authority he can muster, demands “fuck me harder.”
Viktor has no time to realize he’s about to eat his words, because the second the order leaves his mouth, Jayce’s body snaps to life like a live wire, back in motion with all the muscle of an ironsmith. He drops and raises his hips, faster now, as the obscene slapping of skin fills the room.
“Oh fuck,” Viktor groans, apparently taking his turn to be vocal. “You, fuck, you really, ungh-!”
One hand drops from Jayce’s thigh to scrabble for purchase in the sheets.
“So good, Jayce, you, oh!”
“Viktor,” Jayce moans back, after a particularly hard thrust. He had leaned back, a little, and fuck, fuck , there , “oh, oh my god, fuck, right there! ”
Viktor rolls his hips harder underneath him, and Jayce thinks he’s so lost in him he could die.
And something about it, something about having Viktor under him and inside him and fucking himself on Viktor’s cock turns into an amalgamation of feelings that leaves him completely unable to shut up.
“Oh fuh- hah, that’s so, oh my god , so good, Viktor!”
He’s babbling god knows what, but who the hell cares?! Not him, that’s who. Not with the way Viktor’s hips roll slow and steady, stuttering when Jayce speeds his rhythm. Not with the way Viktor’s breath comes out in pants, underneath him, not with the way Jace is dangerously close to losing all control.
It takes a minute, but they finally get their rhythms synched, and Jayce wants to fucking scream. He’s just bouncing, now, not even fully raising his hips at this point, but it’s so good, so good , so close , come on , Viktor , please -
And when Viktor wraps an elegant hand around his cock, it’s just one, two, three strokes, before he’s coming.
He doesn’t know if he screams. He doesn’t know if he chokes, or groans, or cries Viktor’s name, because at this point, he’s bloody ascended. Rest In Peace, Jayce Talis, his gravestone will say, died from euphoria after getting good dick.
When his orgasm fades enough for his brain to come back online, he realizes he’s flopped completely on top of Viktor.
“Oh, shit, sorry,” he stammers, fumbling to hold himself up, “I didn’t, I should’ve warned you or something.”
“Don’t be,” Viktor says, voice wound tight. “But, if you can, Jayce, please -”
He wiggles his hips, and Jayce can feel him still hard inside him. The overstimulation hasn’t quite set in, yet, so he pulls himself back, starts riding him again with the most breakneck pace he can muster.
“Jayce, Jayce , Jayce,” Viktor chants, and god, Jayce loves it, makes his dick twitch again. “Fuck, oh , I- I didn’t think you’d- ah !”
“Anything for you,” Jayce says, and he means it. He brings a hand up to Viktor’s nipple. “Come on, baby,” he says. Squeezes it. “Come for me.”
And god, good fucking god is it incredible . Viktor’s whole body shakes when he comes, mouth open, voice breaking, eyes squeezed shut like he can’t stand to feel anything else. And god, Jayce feels the warmth inside him, and he knows it’ll be a pain to clean later, but god, if he isn’t an absolute slut for it.
He rocks his hips through Viktor’s orgasm, pulling out as his breaths finally even, flopping down next to him on the mattress. Ass only mildly uncomfortable. Yeah, that overstimulation has definitely started to kick in.
He watches Viktor as he takes a few more moments to catch his breath. Watches him for a little longer as he finds his words. There’s a freckle on Viktor’s jawline his eyes land on. He thinks he’d like to place a kiss there.
“Are… are you, alright?” Viktor finally asks, as he turns to face him.
Jayce can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the question. “I should be asking you that. Am I alright?! You fuck me within an inch of seeing heaven, and you ask me if I’m alright?!” Jayce sighs. “Yeah, man, I’m fucking fantastic.”
This time Viktor laughs with him.
“Seriously though, are you alright?” Jayce looks him over. “I know you can handle yourself, but I... kind of…”
“Lost yourself at the end there,” Viktor teases, earning him a pillow to the face.
“I’m fine, Jayce. Hips might be a little bruised tomorrow, but I just bruise easily.” He shrugs. Grins. “Worth it.”
Jayce snickers, and kisses him. On that freckle. On his lips. Because why not.
“So,” Viktor says, once they separate. “You, ah, you like taking cock.”
“ ‘You like taking cock’ ,” Jayce mimics, smiling. “You’re just mocking me, now.”
“No, no, I was just surprised when you first mentioned it to me,” Viktor elaborates. “I mean, obviously you’re interested in men, but, before, I’d only ever seen you show interest in women.”
Jayce shrugs, snuggling a little deeper into the blankets. “Eh. Less people ask questions when you’re flirting with a girl. Not exactly a good reputation when you’re the ‘golden boy of the school.’”
Viktor nods. Jayce opens his mouth, before his post-sex brain makes thoughts fail him. Silence settles over the room once more.
Eventually, it’s Viktor who breaks it.
“Jayce,” asks a small voice.
“Hm?”
“What are we?”
Jayce feels blood rising to his cheeks all over again.
“Well… “ he trails off again, fumbling for words.
Viktor huffs a dry laugh. “Sorry. What a mood-killer question.”
“It’s not a mood killer,” Jayce protests. “Not if you don’t want it to be?”
“And what do you want?”
Jayce turns on his back, again, staring up at the ceiling.
“I mean… with the way this whole thing has been going… I- I don’t know if you wanted a friends-with-benefits scenario, but… I was thinking… boyfriends.” He glances back towards Viktor with a sheepish smile. “And you?”
Viktor smirks. “I think… I’m amenable to that.”
Jayce slaps him across the shoulder for that, then nuzzles their noses together in apology.
“Staying the night?” Viktor jokes.
“It’s my bedroom,” Jayce snarks back. “In a minute, though,” he says, shifting. He throws the covers off, grabs his boxers off the floor, kisses Viktor one more time for good measure. “I’m going to clean up. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be back with a cloth for you.”
“Aw, a gentleman,” Viktor mock-swoons. “And here I thought you were a spoiled Pilite.”
“Nah, I’m a little spoiled,” Jayce jokes back, and disappears into the bathroom.
Viktor pulls himself under the covers, looks out through the windows at the Piltovian skyline, and smiles.