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Oh No Lab Partner I’m Stuck In The Washing Machine
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“How did you even manage this?” Viktor asks incredulously, marveling at the sight. “Geometrically, it should be impossible… with your shoulder width, and the circumference of the washer door…”
Jayce Talis was half-in half-out of the washing machine. It was a basic machine, rectangular, with a circular window that opened on a hinge. Jayce's entire upper body disappeared into it, to his ribs. His waist rested over the rim, and his knees and feet were fidgeting on the cool tile floor in obvious discomfort.
Viktor continued to stare at the washer opening. Its circumference was just shy of what should have been possible for Jayce to shove himself in through, yet here they were.
"You are impossible," Viktor concluded.
“Are you going to help me or not?” Jayce all but whined. His voice came out tinny from the echo of the machine walls.
“Maybe if you ask me nicely.”
“Nicely?” Jayce choked, jumping a bit, only to hit his head on the very close top of the washer. He groaned, eclipsing the sound of Viktor’s soft chuckle, and held his sore head in one gloved hand. “Viktor, if you’re just going to make fun, could you at least unscrew the hinges on the door so I can get out?”
“I need the Phillips-head for that,” Viktor’s amused tone lilts from just behind Jayce’s behind. “And since I wasn’t the one who used it last...“
“It’s on the shelf over the washer,” Jayce called from inside the machine.
“Up here?”
Jayce sucked a breath; Viktor, in his search, was prompted a step forward, standing between Jayce’s legs to better see the shelf. He could feel the heat radiating off Viktor’s body. Only inches separated them.
He hoped his swallow wasn’t loud enough for Viktor to hear.
“Uh… yes. I think so.”
“Can you move to one side? My arms are only so long.”
Jayce shuffled but with both his arms boxed in at the angle it quickly became too uncomfortable to bear.
“Not really. I’m kind of in a wonky position… Is it there?”
“I think I can see it…”
“Just grab it, then!”
Viktor’s tenor sent shivers down Jayce’s spine when he replied.
“Very well, then. Stay still.”
“What do you…”
Jayce was cut off by the sudden heat of Viktor’s hand on his lower back. It was just to steady him while Viktor reached over to the top of the shelf for the screwdriver, but the touch sent a bolt of heat between his open legs. The warmth of Viktor’s open palm against his back turned him on so fast it left Jayce dizzy. Want curled through him, desire licking up both legs like flames from the furnace in the forge.
Just as quick as it came, the heat was gone.
“Got it.” Viktor’s voice announced from behind him. Then, with a touch of concern, “Was that too much?”
“W-what do you mean?” Jayce asked.
“Weight on your leg,” Viktor clarified. “I put most of my weight, since you didn’t want to wait or move. Did I hurt you? You looked in pain.”
“Not pain,” Jayce clarified quickly. “You could never hurt me, V.”
There was a pause. Viktor took a slow breath. Jayce squirmed in place, grateful he was face down so Viktor had no clue about his half-hard-on.
“Um. The door?”
Viktor snapped out of his reverie.
“Yes. Yes, of course. Stay there. This should be quick.”
Jayce tried to brace himself in the most comfortable position possible as Viktor went about loosening the screws of the door. It would be the work of a few quick moments and then he’d be free. The sound of Viktor working put Jayce at ease. It was almost like they were back in the lab tinkering side by side. The screws came out one after another falling to the floor with soft clanks. They gave way to a little grunt of frustration from his partner.
“Hang on… this one is…”
“Giving you trouble?” Jayce said with a laugh in his voice.
“It is in here very tight,” Viktor mumbled. His frame was jostling as he worked on the final screw. Jayce couldn’t help but feel a little playful urge to tease his partner.
“The creator of HexTech, defeated by a single screw! I can see the headlines now.”
“Maybe if his idiot partner didn’t insist on trying to shove his entire upper body inside a machine to fix it,” Viktor grumbled.
“Hey! I’m not an idiot!”
“Who is stuck in the washer, Jayce?”
There was a sullen silence that Viktor took as an easy victory. He gave Jayce a sympathetic pat on the back.
“Don’t fret. I’ll have you out of there shortly.”
After a few more minutes of struggling, Viktor was forced to concede defeat.
“It’s impressive,” he muttered. “Whoever assembled it must have set the screw with some kind of adhesive. It isn’t moving at all.”
Jayce did his very best not to groan. Some pitiful sound still escaped him.
“Are you sure it isn’t just the angle?” He suggested hopefully. “Maybe if you try from the other side…”
“Jayce, to get a better angle, I would have to practically climb on top of you,” Viktor pointed out.
“But you think you could get me out?”
Viktor couldn’t help smiling at Jayce’s tone.
“You sound adorable,” he informed his partner bluntly, ignorant to the bright pink his words put on Jayce’s face. “I’ll try it.”
Jayce probably hadn’t thought it all the way through. His knees were beginning to ache, and his right shoulder, which is why he put up the recommendation. But when Viktor got into the position, eclipsing the space between them and setting his groin directly against Jayce’s backside, elbows positioned against Jayce’s back ribs, he couldn’t stop an obvious sound from escaping.
Viktor was too busy fitting the screw head into the slot to pay it any mind.
“I think you’re onto something,” he mumbled. “I can get in from here.”
Jayce could only think of the heat of Viktor’s body covering his, their compromising position, the way his upper body was totally trapped, and how completely he was a Viktor’s mercy.
He might’ve drooled into the washer a bit.
“A-are you close?”
“Very,” Viktor mumbled. “I think, with a little more leverage…”
Jayce sucked a breath through his teeth as Viktor rolled forward, effectively grinding against him in pursuit of a better, closer angle. To the screw.
He felt his cock throb against his pants.
“…yes, this will do nicely. This isn’t too much?”
Viktor was asking about all the weight he was putting on Jayce’s back. He had to be. There was no way Viktor was doing this on purpose, Jayce told himself frantically.
“I can take it.”
He was aware of Viktor’s every adjustment from this angle, every little shuffle or twist moved his entire body weight. Jayce whispered an oath and bit down on his glove. If Viktor kept squirming like that…
“Are you sure? You’re trembling.”
Jayce realized it was true. He adjusted himself, spreading his legs to better take the weight.
His shaking stopped but Jayce heard Viktor suck a breath this time from above.
“S-sorry,” he stuttered. “Just trying to help.”
“Not shoving yourself inside the washer would be very helpful,” Viktor muttered as he continued to work at the door. “How you get into these situations is beyond me. Why not simply take the door off in the first place?”
Jayce wasn’t able to focus on anything Viktor was saying because there was something beginning to press against his ass through his pants, through Viktor’s trousers, and despite the ache in his shoulder from being cramped inside the washer, and the strain on his knees, and the weight of Viktor on his back Jayce felt a shudder of pleasure ripple through his body.
His erection felt like it was about to tear his pants.
“Jayce?”
Viktor had been calling his name. Jayce had been focusing on not rolling his hips back into that wonderful heat, and the weight, and the shape of Viktor’s cock through his pants.
“I, nng. I just… wanted to be helpful,” Jayce admitted. “I know how to fix it. I just got stuck.”
Fingers curled over the curve of his hip, Viktor stabilizing himself, but the sudden grip pushed a low groan out of Jayce, a sound that made them both freeze up.
Viktor didn’t let go.
“...Is this okay?”
Jayce couldn’t think of anything beyond the heat of Viktor’s fingers, firm on his hip.
“Jayce?”
Those nimble fingers pressing in against his side pushed another sound out of Jayce, a helpless moan that vibrated in the washer.
“Viktor.”
This time Viktor swallowed. Jayce had said his name before in every manner he could imagine, overjoyed, annoyed, but the way it sounded now went straight between his legs.
Pressed together so intimately, Jayce couldn’t miss Viktor’s reaction, the way his cock throbbed against his ass.
Viktor dropped the screwdriver.
Jayce jumped at the clatter. The movement shoved his hips against Viktor’s groin. Viktor groaned from above him, a matching sound to the embarrassing one he made earlier. There was a small thump; Viktor resting his head somewhere against the top of the machine. His grip on Jayce never faltered.
“Viktor? You alright?”
The only answer was the sound of Viktor mastering his breathing.
“Viktor?”
“Jayce. Is this alright?”
“You don’t weigh that much,” Jayce started, stopping on a gasp when Viktor rolled his hips, grinding his erection against Jayce’s ass. The grip Viktor had on his hip made Jayce trail off into a low moan, shoulders bowing as pleasure seared up his spine, the sensation of Viktor’s body pressing directly against his own.
“Is this alright,” Viktor repeated, and this time Jayce clocked his meaning.
Was this alright? He could say no and Viktor would probably back off and help with the last screw. But if Jayce was honest with himself, that was the last thing he wanted right now.
“Yeah,” he said instead, letting his hips roll back to meet Viktor’s. “Yeah. It’s fine.”
There was a fond scoff.
“Ridiculous,” Viktor muttered, fingers leaving Jayce’s side. He only mourned the loss for a moment before those nimble digits were meeting at the snap to his pants. “Getting yourself shoved halfway into a machine… what about your knees?”
“What about them?” Jayce couldn’t give a damn about his knees, not when Viktor was undoing his snap and tugging his pants down.
“Lift them,” Viktor instructed. Jayce obliged and a towel was placed under them.
Thoughtful, Jayce mused as Viktor shoved his pants half down his thighs.
“You look outrageous like this,” Viktor informed his partner.
“Like what you see?”
“Cheeky.”
Jayce’s smart reply was cut short when Viktor’s fingertips found the edges of his boxers. He sucked air through his teeth when the fabric was shoved down, baring his ass.
He jumped when those nimble fingertips trailed down between his cheeks.
“Ha! W-wow. Really? Just like—nnng,” Jayce trailed off, gritting his teeth when a single digit slipped against his hole.
“I could say the same, Talis,” Viktor drawled, accent thick as he rubbed the rim. “There is almost no resistance.”
Jayce fought the ache in his shoulder as Viktor’s clever fingers slid into and against his hole. The angle was beginning to strain his back but with every touch Jayce felt more blood rush between his legs and his face. His body was on fire.
“V-Viktor…”
“You look good like this,” Viktor purred, a tone which made Jayce’s cock leap between his legs. “So easy…”
“I… ah! V-Vik, ah, Viktor, it’s…”
“You can take it.” Viktor decided. It wasn’t a question. “Be good for me, Jayce.”
Jayce groaned long and low, heat in his core as Viktor worked him open, fucking him with two fingers, inching closer to that sweet spot inside. The other man moved diligently, digits slotting ever closer, inching, reaching, stroking the fire inside Jayce’s belly. His hips had begun to rock with each thrust, cock weeping untouched between his aching thighs.
Viktor opened him up with a frustrating slowness.
“Viktor, please,” Jayce panted. His dick was so hard it hurt.
“You’re doing well.” There was a thoughtful pause and Viktor’s fingers slowed. “Are you sore?”
He didn’t want to admit it but pretty soon Jayce knew he would cramp.
“All that muscle, and for what?" Viktor teased, withdrawing his fingers and leaving Jayce bereft.
Jayce was very glad his face was hidden, he was sure his cheeks were glowing.
“I’m not sure I’ll last.”
“That’s not what I want to hear.”
Jayce realized Viktor had stopped touching him entirely. The sound of his zip was the loudest noise in existence. Jayce’s swallow following was a pretty close second.
“Tell me what you want, Jayce.”
Viktor’s voice was like a drug. Jayce was positive he could get off just by listening to Viktor speak, but if the slick sound behind him was any indication, he could also be getting off on Viktor’s cock.
It wasn’t a hard choice at all.
“I want you, V.”
Behind him, a pleased hum, and a very indecent sound as Viktor stroked himself from tip to base.
“Say it again.”
Jayce let out a trembling breath, grateful that Viktor couldn’t see how red his face was.
“…I want you, Viktor. Please?”
That slick sound again. Jayce felt a rush of arousal to picture it, Viktor fucking into his own fist at the sight of him, on his knees with just his bare ass stuck out of the machine, pants shoved down to half-thigh. He still had his socks and boots on. There were grooves of his teeth worn into his work gloves.
Warmth bloomed against his backside as Viktor came in close, flesh against flesh. Jayce moaned.
“I am not even inside you yet,” Viktor observed with an air of amusement.
It was all Jayce could do to push himself back against that glorious heat, hole twitching in anticipation. His groan reverberated inside the machine when Viktor thumbed his entrance. The vibrations only increased when Viktor took the weeping head of his dick and slid it against Jayce’s rim, rubbing his arousal between his cheeks in an act that felt debauched and delightful. Jayce was vaguely aware that he might have been panting, but he didn’t care. Viktor could do whatever he wanted in this position and Jayce would have to just take it.
The thought nearly pushed him over the edge.
“V, I’m, I’m really fucking close.”
“I am not even inside of you yet,” Viktor repeated fondly, rubbing the tip against Jayce’s ass tauntingly. “Are you going to come like this?”
Jayce made a strangled sound from inside the washer.
“I don’t want to! I want…”
Jayce’s frantic appeal trailed off into a whimper as Viktor pushed against his pucker.
The sound of Jayce’s quick breathing was like victory to Viktor. He hadn’t meant to but edging Jayce was even more satisfying knowing Jayce couldn’t deny him this pleasure.
“Later,” Viktor said sweetly, in a voice dipped in honey, “I am going to take my time, and you are going to let me do whatever I want, for as long as I want. Promise me, Jayce.”
Jayce whimpered his name like a prayer.
“Viktor please!”
The other man’s weeping cock was rubbing against him in slow agonizing thrusts, never hard enough to press into him. It was torture.
“Promise me.”
“I promise,” Jayce choked out, hips rocked back as far as the could out of the washer, against Viktor’s hips, “I promise, I promise, I swear! Whatever you want, just—“
“Just what, Jayce?”
“Just—fuck!”
Jayce wailed as Viktor finally pressed inside, heat scorching him inside out. His dick leaped between his legs, thighs slick with his arousal. God he was a mess. A low groan of pleasure and relief echoed in the machine as Viktor finally finally filled him, sliding in with a slowness that felt sensual, not tortuous. That ache in his shoulder was beginning to creep up his arm but Jayce only cared for the weight of Viktor’s body flush against his own, the heat of his clever hands clinging to his body for purchase, the quiet quick draws of breath as he bottomed out, sharp hips meeting Jayce’s ass.
It felt so good Jayce could weep.
For a few wonderful moments Jayce revealed in the fullness, the weight and shape of Viktor inside of him at last. The stretch of his lower back and the kink in his neck would fade but Jayce meant to memorize this feeling forever.
Then Viktor pulled back.
“I could keep you here,” Jayce heard.
A shiver raced down his spine.
Deft fingertips gripped his hips tight. Jayce couldn’t bottle his gasp of pleasure as Viktor’s cock slotted inside again, the perfect depth and breadth.
“Viktor…”
Jayce found focusing on Viktor’s words difficult. Every thrust after the first was shallow, too shallow. Jayce whined in his throat, trying to force his hips further back to meet Viktor and get that sweet heat to strike deeper inside but being stuck in the machine prevented it. He chewed against his glove with a groan of disdain.
All it would take was one good thrust and Jayce could finish. It was like Viktor knew, though, and every time his strokes went short, too shallow, leaving Jayce falling into an agonizing limbo between pleasure and pain. The ache from his shoulder was beginning to radiate out, and his knees were sore despite the towel, but Viktor’s grip on his hips was electrifying, each thrust sending sparks across his vision. His thighs were shining and slick, cock bobbing untouched between his legs, red and ramrod stiff.
Jayce meant to make a plea for more but how could he speak? Each time he went to ask Viktor thrust in, inching closer to that perfect spot inside but never quite reaching, fanning the flames. The position was beginning to hurt. Everything felt so good. His body was burning up. Jayce opened his mouth to speak and moaned. He started to talk and ground his teeth against his gloves instead. And all the while Viktor idly praised him, wicked words that washed over Jayce’s spine, giving him shivers.
"Look at you, Jayce Talis... Man of Progress, panting like a dog. You're taking my cock so well."
Where had Viktor learned such vulgar language? Jayce was certain there was no blood left in his body that wasn't in his face or his dick.
"I can feel you clench every time that I talk. Your body speaks for you, betrays you... I can hear it begging me, Jayce. I know what you want."
Jayce's face was on fire.
Viktor's fingers dug deeper, dragging Jayce down further on his dick, bringing him close, so close, right there...
The laughter of his lover echoed in the washing machine.
"I am going to fill you up," Viktor promised, slotting in deeper to the place that made Jayce cry out from pleasure. "You've done well."
"V-Viktor!"
No one had touched him and Jayce was certain he would go insane if Viktor dragged this out any longer. Luckily Viktor really did seem to have a read on him; before he knew to beg, Viktor's hand slid between his legs and was upon him, hot and firm and perfect. The only thing missing was Viktor's teeth in his shoulder, his breath hot on Jayce's neck, and a name murmured into the sweat on his skin as Viktor fucked him faster and harder, hips slapping against his ass with a wicked sound. His world condensed to Viktor's ragged breaths, and the punch of pleasure from his cock deep inside, over and over, again and again and again until Jayce came with a shout.
Viktor uttered a cruse in his mother tongue as Jayce over flowed, coating his hand and both his thighs.
"Jayce..."
It was a sound Jayce could live on.
His partner's thrusts sped abruptly and Jayce gasped: Viktor kept stroking him through the end of his orgasm, prolonging it until Viktor followed.
Warmth blossomed deep inside. Jayce felt a touch light-headed at the prospect of Viktor being inside of him, of finishing inside of him.
Actually, he was more than a touch light-headed. It was probably time to actually get out of the washing machine.
"Vik? Don't suppose you can reach the screwdriver?"
Panting answered him. Jayce swallowed. Despite the ebbing of pleasure pulling at the edges of his mind Jayce knew it wasn't much longer before he would be stuck with some seriously unfortunate aches and sores. Viktor really was his only hope.
"Viktor?"
"A moment, Man of Progress. Please."
This time Jayce laughed.
"Well. When you ask so nicely..."
Viktor's snort of derision was like music to Jayce's ears. So was the sound of the screwdriver lifting off the floor, and the final screw coming undone with a definitive pop.
The pressure building up in his shoulder and knees compressed as the door came off its hinges. There was some maneuvering, which resulted in the loss of Viktor's perfect cock from his ass, but also allowed Jayce to get the angle to twist himself out of the machine door.
He collapsed against the towel on the floor with a long groan of satisfaction.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Jayce managed a smile that transformed into a grimace. Viktor hummed thoughtfully.
"Are you very sore?"
"From being stuck? Yeah, actually, my shoulders are killing me."
"Well," Viktor drawled nonchalantly as he wiped himself with a towel and closed his fly. "I have an ointment back in my room for such cramps. Of course, it works best when it is massaged directly..."
He never got to finish: Jayce tackled him against the floor of the laundry room to smother him with a kiss.