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The steam curled around Viktor as the hot water cascaded over his body, the rhythmic pattering against the floor a small comfort in the quiet. He leaned his forehead against the cool tiles, letting the heat ease the tension from his shoulders, but it did little to unravel the knot in his chest.
The argument with Jayce played on a loop in his mind, every word a sting, every pause a weight. He wasn’t even sure what frustrated him more—their stubborn clash over something as trivial as a tuxedo or the fact that, despite it all, he couldn’t stop thinking about the way Jayce’s smile lit up the marketplace.
Viktor sighed, his breath fogging up the shower stall. Why did it matter so much? He’d been fine on his own for years, focused on his work, his goals. Jayce was just a distraction. An infuriating, magnetic, impossible distraction.
But the way Jayce looked at him earlier in the sleigh, something soft, something almost tender—it lingered in Viktor’s mind. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, uncertain whether the fall would shatter him or set him free.
He pushed back from the wall and ran his hands through his wet hair, water trickling down his face like tears he refused to shed. "Get a hold of yourself," he muttered, though his voice lacked conviction.
The water began to cool, but Viktor stayed a moment longer, letting it ground him. He couldn’t afford to let emotions get in the way, not now, not when he was about to meet a Senator’s family that funded a majority of his university’s research. And yet, as he turned off the shower and stepped into the quiet chill of the bathroom, then to the emptier bedroom, the echo of Jayce’s voice lingered, pulling at the edges of his resolve.
As Viktor moved around the room getting ready, he tried his best to ignore the way his body reacted to the suit in his hands. It wasn’t his style, this tuxedo with its sharp lines and polished sheen. It felt like a costume, a reminder of how much he didn’t fit in. Still, he put it on, knowing it was expected.
Viktor’s mind buzzed as he fumbled with the cuffs, his hands still a little shaky from the argument. The tuxedo felt heavier than it should, the weight of it pressing down on him, making it harder to breathe. He wanted to just get the party over with. He didn’t want to think about the fact that Jayce had probably already been dressed and was likely waiting for him, looking perfect , as always. He didn’t want to think about Jayce being angry at him. He didn’t want to think about Jayce, period, but the man had attached himself to every neuron in his head.
Finally, he finished adjusting his bowtie, the knot a little too loose but passable. He glanced in the mirror, feeling like a stranger looking back. The reflection seemed foreign to him, a reminder of the things he couldn’t change—his background, his insecurities, the gap between him and Jayce.
A knock at the door pulled him out of his thoughts, sharp and brisk. “We need to go, Viktor, our driver is here,” Jayce’s voice called through the door, still holding that edge of tension. “My mom already left.”
Viktor swallowed hard, unsure of what to say or do. He opened the door and stepped into the hallway, trying to push down the lump in his throat when he saw Jayce standing there.
He looked like he had been carved from amber marble, of course. Viktor’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes traced the sharp lines of the tuxedo that clung to Jayce’s narrow waist and broad shoulders. The dark fabric seemed to highlight every muscle, hugging his frame in all the right ways. Viktor felt a familiar pang of something—a desire, a longing he couldn’t quite name. He quickly looked away, unable to keep staring.
But it was too late. Jayce had already noticed. He caught the glance, the way Viktor’s gaze flicked away when caught. Jayce raised an eyebrow, though his expression was hard to read. Viktor didn’t dare look back, afraid of what he might see in Jayce’s eyes, afraid of what that might reveal about how he felt.
Viktor made his way to the car, doing his best to keep his composure, but the tension in his chest didn’t fade. He slid into the backseat, relieved to be away from Jayce, even though the ride would only feel longer and more awkward.
As the car door shut behind him, Viktor exhaled sharply, staring out the window. But then the opposite door opened, and Viktor’s eyes widened as Jayce slid into the backseat beside him. He didn’t offer any explanation, just sat down next to Viktor with a firm, resolute air about him. But his jaw was clenched, his lips pressed into a tight line, and Viktor couldn’t help but notice how angry Jayce looked. No, not anger, something else—something deeper, something unresolved.
Jayce didn’t say a word for the rest of the ride. He just sat there, eyes fixed straight ahead, his posture rigid, but Viktor could feel the intensity radiating off him, the unsaid words hanging between them.
Viktor shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to bridge the gap. The silence in the car was thick, and he found himself wishing Jayce would just yell at him, say something, anything, to break the tension.
But Jayce didn’t. Instead, he stared out the window, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest, betraying his agitation.
He wondered if Jayce even realized how much Viktor wanted to say, how much he wanted to ask—but then he’d catch himself, stop before the words left his lips. What would it change? Would it even matter?
“We've arrived, Mr. Talis,” came the merciful call from the driver to save Viktor from his spiral.
The Kiramman house loomed in front of them like a grandiose castle, its sprawling wings stretching out in every direction, as if to engulf everything in its path. The circular driveway was lined with towering, twinkling lights, while enormous decorations, larger than Viktor’s entire apartment, stood proudly along the entrance. Gilded wreaths, glistening garlands, and statuesque sculptures filled every corner of the space. Viktor couldn’t help but feel a little lost in it all.
He followed Jayce up the stone staircase, heart sinking as, despite it all, Jayce still slowed his pace so they could walk up together. He found himself wishing the man would just turn around and say something to him as they passed through the front door, stepping into the vast gilded entryway. But before he could even take in the full scope of the grand ballroom, Jayce was already surrounded by people. Relatives and acquaintances swarmed him, asking about his research, his school, the latest developments in his academic life. They didn’t give Viktor a second glance, and Jayce—good-natured as always—was quickly swept into the fray, offering polite smiles and nods, answering questions with the ease of someone used to being the center of attention.
Viktor stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of the crowd pressing in on him. The noise, the laughter, the clinking of glasses—it all swirled together in a blur, the symphony of a chorus he didn’t belong to.
He shifted uncomfortably, looking around for an escape, but Jayce was lost in the conversation, barely even noticing he had slipped to the back of the crowd.
Suddenly, from across the room, a striking woman approached Jayce. She was tall and elegant, her black hair pulled into a sleek bun that highlighted her sharp cheekbones. Her shimmering silver dress clung to her in all the right places, catching the light with every step.
Her movements were effortless, her confidence radiating like the glow of the chandelier overhead. She reached out, her hand brushing Jayce’s arm with a casual intimacy that twisted Viktor’s stomach into knots.
“Jayce,” she greeted, her voice smooth and lilting. “I thought I’d find you here.” Without hesitation, she pressed a drink into his hand, her laughter light and familiar.
Jayce grinned, his face lighting up in that easy way that Viktor both loved and loathed. “Caitlyn! You look fantastic.”
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, their banter punctuated by bursts of laughter. They leaned toward each other, their proximity close enough to make Viktor’s throat tighten. She exuded the kind of confidence and ease that Viktor could never match, and the way her touch lingered on Jayce’s sleeve felt like a dagger.
He took another step back, the room seeming to grow colder despite the warmth of the holiday lights. The contrast between them was glaring—her polished grace and Viktor’s awkward edges. He was an outsider here, an interloper, and she was the belle of the ball.
The nausea churned in his stomach as he forced his gaze away from them, focusing instead on the champagne flute in a waiter’s hand as they passed. It didn’t help. The tightness in his chest only grew, and for the first time their entire trip, he truly wished he hadn’t come.
He had to get out of here.
Taking the opportunity to retreat while Jayce was distracted, Viktor made his way toward the back of the grand ballroom, his footsteps echoing in the lavish hallway as he moved further from the noise. A large, glass door caught his eye, and he stepped outside onto the balcony, away from the throngs of people. The air was crisp, biting at his skin, but it was a cool balm for his aching chest. He leaned against the stone railing and looked out over the vast lawn that stretched before him.
It was nothing like he had ever seen before—so much open space, so much wealth in the form of manicured gardens, expensive fountains, and lights scattered like stars. The whole place felt like it could swallow him if he stayed long enough. The Kirammans were a family of old money, and it showed in every detail. The wealth, the power—it was palpable. Viktor couldn’t help but feel small amidst it all.
As he stared out over the yard, something cold touched his face. He blinked, looking up in surprise, and saw that it had started snowing. Of course it was snowing. It had to snow for the Kirammans at their Christmas party, as if the world itself was in on the joke. The snowflakes fell softly, gently dusting the ground and the trees. It was almost beautiful—if he didn’t feel so detached from it all.
Viktor rubbed his arms, pulling the sleeves of his suit jacket tighter around him. He’d stepped out onto the balcony, hoping for a moment to catch his breath, but instead, he felt more isolated than ever. The cold bit at his cheeks and fingers, sharp and unforgiving, yet it was a welcome reprieve from the suffocating warmth inside. The muffled sound of laughter and clinking glasses drifted through the door behind him, but out here, everything was quiet. The snow continued its relentless descent, soft and steady, blanketing the world in a kind of peace that Viktor couldn’t seem to find within himself.
He leaned on the railing, his breath visible in the air, a faint reminder of life amidst the stillness. He tried to push thoughts of Jayce away, but they clung to him, persistent and unrelenting. He wasn’t used to feeling like this—so exposed, so unsure.
Jayce. It always came back to Jayce. His presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore. Viktor tightened his grip on the railing, the cold metal biting into his skin. He’d told himself it was better to keep his distance, to remain detached. But Jayce had a way of slipping past every defense Viktor had built, leaving him raw and uncertain.
Viktor was lost in his own thoughts when the sound of footsteps behind him pulled him out of his head. He glanced over to see a young woman with a shock of pink hair that was chopped crudely, like she’d just stuck her head in a blender. She was short and muscular, filling out the unbuttoned suit she was wearing, with a piercing gaze and an air of nonchalance as she approached, stopping a few feet away from him.
She looked him over appraisingly, her lips quirking into a slight smirk. “You’re Jayce’s friend, right? The science partner or whatever.”
Viktor nodded, slightly thrown off by her directness. With her this close, he noticed the small face tattoo on her cheek, and suddenly became much, much more interested in this stranger.
She sighed dramatically, sweeping her arm out to gesture at the massive house and the pristine grounds. From the stumbly way she did it, she was definitely drunk. “Ugh. This place is disgusting.” She leaned against the railing, crossing her arms, her voice low but not at all subtle. “I could clock you as another brokie a mile away.”
Viktor couldn’t help but let out a dry, almost reluctant laugh. “Is it that obvious?”
She shot him a knowing look, her eyes scanning him as though dissecting every detail. “You have that ‘I’m not sure how I ended up here but I’m just trying to get through it’ vibe,” she said, grinning a little, clearly amused by herself. “You’re not fooling anyone. Neither am I, if we’re honest.”
Viktor didn’t know whether to laugh or feel embarrassed, so he did a little of both. He leaned back against the stone railing, eyes still following the snowflakes falling softly around them. The air was cold, but at least here, on the balcony, it was quieter.
“I’m Violet, by the way, friends call me Vi.” She stuck out a hand.
“Viktor,” Viktor responded, strangely genuine as he returned her handshake.
Vi glanced at him again, tilting her head slightly as if studying him. “It doesn’t bother you though, right?” she asked casually.
Viktor raised an eyebrow, unsure of what she meant. “What?”
“Being around all this,” she gestured to the grand house behind them, “the rich, perfect family, all that jazz.” She made a face, as if to say it was all a bit too much. “Most people get all... uncomfortable in places like this. But not you. You just keep your distance.”
Viktor thought about it for a moment. The truth was, it did bother him, but not the way she seemed to expect. He wasn’t concerned with the extravagance or the grandeur—it was the people that made him feel out of place. “It’s not like it doesn’t bother me,” he said, trying to sound casual, “but more like... I feel like I don’t belong here. It’s easier just to keep my distance.” He was shocked by his own sudden honesty.
Vi nodded, as if she understood exactly what he meant. “Yeah, I get it. You’re not the type to fake it, are you?” She gave him a sly smile. “That’s... refreshing, actually.”
Viktor didn’t know how to respond to that, so he just shrugged, taking a small step back from the railing. “So… how do you know Jayce?”
The woman reached into her pocket, pulling out… something, a hybrid between a cigarette and a joint, the faintly sweet scent of it hitting Viktor as she lit it with a practiced flick of her lighter. She took a long drag before answering, exhaling smoke into the crisp night air. “My girlfriend is Cait, actually. Her and Jayce are like siblings, I guess. Grew up together.”
She turned, leaning her back against the railing with a casual ease, her movements fluid and self-assured. She held the cigarette-thing out to Viktor, who quickly shook his head in polite refusal. He had encountered a variety of smokable substances in his life, but even he couldn’t quite identify the peculiar scent wafting from this one. “Better not risk it.”
“Suit yourself,” she said, taking another drag.
“You know Cait,” she continued, waving the cigarette for emphasis. “Black hair. Tall, the hot one with the endless legs. Senator’s daughter.”
Viktor blinked, her words catching him off guard. His mouth opened before his brain caught up. “You’re Caitlyn Kiramman’s girlfriend?”
Her lips curled into a half-smirk, a mix of amusement and pride as she tapped ash from the cigarette. “In the flesh.”
The words struck Viktor like a jolt. Caitlyn Kiramman—a name that carried weight and influence, someone whose life seemed worlds away from the grounded, sarcastic woman leaning against the railing before him.
Viktor’s thoughts spun. This woman seemed like she should stick out more than even he did—her unconventional manner, her blunt confidence, her unbothered attitude toward societal expectations. And yet, here she was, unabashedly claiming her relationship, even bragging about it, to someone she’d only just met.
It made Viktor’s chest ache in a strange, unfamiliar way. Was it envy? Admiration? Or something deeper—an unsettling flutter of hope.
Vi leaned in a little closer, glancing sideways at him. “You know, Jayce has been talking about you a lot.”
Viktor’s heart gave a little leap at the mention of Jayce’s name. “Really?”
Vi snorted. “Oh yeah. He’s all about the research and school stuff, but then, whenever he talks about you, he goes all soft. It's... a little annoying, honestly. Like he’s got a thing for you.”
Viktor's stomach tightened. His mouth went dry, and he suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. He quickly turned his gaze away, as if to avoid her looking too closely at his reaction.
“So... do you?” she asked, her voice low, a little playful. “Do you have a thing for him?”
Viktor froze. His stomach dropped, heart racing in his chest. He opened his mouth but no words came out at first. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about it—he had. More than once. But to have someone ask him so bluntly...
“I—” He started, but the words felt too heavy, too real. He couldn't bring himself to answer.
She raised an eyebrow at him when he fell silent for too long. “You’re really not going to answer that?”
Viktor’s throat tightened. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to answer. If he said yes, it might make everything feel more real than he was ready for. If he said no, it might be a lie. “I—” He started again but quickly faltered. He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Vi leaned in a little closer, her voice quieter now, but somehow still warm. “It’s okay, you know,” she said. “I get it. I feel the same way sometimes, with Caitlyn.” She paused, looking out over the balcony, her gaze softening for a moment. “I love her so much, but sometimes I feel like... like I’m not enough. Like I don’t belong in her world, y’know?”
Viktor glanced at her, surprised by her vulnerability. “But… you still love her?”
Vi’s lips curled into a genuine, almost wistful smile. “Yeah, I do. I love her more than anything. And, honestly? It doesn’t matter if I don’t belong. It’s not about whether I fit in, it’s about how she looks at me. She never makes me feel lesser. She sees me, just me.”
Viktor swallowed, her words striking him deeply. He felt a pang of jealousy—because if Caitlyn and Vi had something that felt real, unshakable, why couldn’t he have that with Jayce? But before he could dwell on it too long, an announcement rang through the house, loud enough to interrupt whatever else might have been said.
“Attention, everyone! Please gather around for the annual Kiramman-Talis performance!”
Viktor blinked, relief flooding through him at the sudden interruption. Viktor gave Vi a tight smile, still processing the weight of her words. “Performance? Really?” His voice was shaky, but he didn’t care anymore. He needed a distraction.
Vi raised her eyebrows, smirking. “Oh yeah. It’s a thing. Every year.” She gave him a teasing look, almost daring him to come along. “C’mon, don’t miss it. Don’t you want to see two rich kids try to look graceful while making total fools of themselves?”
Before he could respond, Vi grabbed his arm and tugged him along with surprising force. Viktor stumbled slightly but allowed himself to be pulled back into the ballroom, grateful for the reprieve from her line of questioning. The festive energy hit him immediately—laughter, applause, the clinking of glasses. Snowflakes clung to the windows, reflecting the glow of the chandeliers, creating a magical ambiance.
On stage, Jayce and Caitlyn stood in the spotlight, microphones in hand. It took Viktor only a moment to realize they were both tipsy—Jayce’s grin was wider than usual, and Caitlyn swayed ever so slightly as she tried to balance on her heels. A small band was behind them, complete with the most opulent looking baby-grand piano Viktor had ever seen.
The music began, jazzy and familiar, eliciting cheers from the crowd. Viktor recognized the distinctive opening notes just as Caitlyn raised her microphone.
“They’re not actually going to sing Baby, It’s Cold Outside, are they?” Viktor asked in a hushed whisper, his tone laced with disbelief.
Vi snorted, barely managing to stifle her laughter with her hand. “Hell yeah, they are. Rich folks love songs with sketchy vibes.”
“I really can’t stay… ” Caitlyn crooned, her voice smooth but betraying a slight slur.
Jayce grinned as he joined in, his voice a little shaky but still full of warmth. “ But Baby, it's cold outside .”
Caitlyn spun dramatically, nearly losing her balance but catching herself at the last moment. She giggled, shaking her head as if the stumble was all part of the act. “ This evening has been … uh…” She paused, squinting as if the lyrics might materialize out of thin air. “… so very nice ?”
The crowd erupted in laughter, applauding her recovery. Jayce seized the moment, dropping to his knees and belting his next line with exaggerated passion, “ I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice!”
Vi leaned close to Viktor, her voice dry with amusement. “They’re doing their best to keep it together, but Cait’s two seconds from forgetting what song they’re singing.”
Viktor gave a faint chuckle, watching Jayce with a mixture of amusement and affection. Despite the slight sway in his stance and the occasional missed note, Jayce’s joy was infectious. His boyish grin lit up the stage, drawing everyone’s attention effortlessly.
As the song neared its crescendo, the duo’s performance became increasingly unhinged. Caitlyn improvised an over-the-top dramatic exit, flinging herself toward the wings, almost colliding with a speaker, only for Jayce to chase after her, faux-desperation in his voice. He managed to catch her hand just as the music swelled for the final note.
Together, they belted the closing line, slightly off-key but with so much enthusiasm that the crowd couldn’t help but cheer.
The applause was thunderous, the audience clapping and whistling as Jayce and Caitlyn took an exaggerated bow. Caitlyn leaned heavily on Jayce, laughing uncontrollably, while Jayce steadied her, his grin wide and genuine.
Vi, who had been watching the whole spectacle with dry amusement, leaned in and nudged Viktor. “Cait’s a big dope, isn’t she?” she remarked, her tone playful. “But she really knows how to work the crowd.”
Viktor offered another chuckle but said nothing. His gaze drifted back to Jayce, still standing at the center of the stage, clearly in his own world.
“Let’s go get our partners before they embarrass themselves anymore, huh?” Vi said, rolling her eyes.
Before Viktor could protest, Vi was already heading toward the stage. Viktor’s eyes remained fixed on Jayce as he was pulled back into conversation by Caitlyn. Viktor felt a flutter of anticipation in his chest. He watched Vi climb up on stage, put an arm around Jayce, and point him in Viktors direction. His eyes locked on Viktor’s, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. There was a look of complete excitement and joy on Jayce’s face, and Viktor felt his heart skip a beat.
Jayce, ignoring the crowd, made his way toward Viktor, looking so utterly delighted to see him that it made Viktor’s heart race. “Viktor!” he slurred happily, practically bounding over to him. “Finally! There you are! I was looking for you, but there were so many people, and everyone kept giving me drinks and -”
Viktor, taken aback by the pure excitement on Jayce’s face, stood stunned for a beat until he noticed the surrounding crowd closing in again. “We should probably get you some air,” Viktor suggested, his voice quieter than he intended, his chest tightening at the sight of Jayce’s infectious grin.
Jayce blinked, a little confused for a moment, but then he nodded eagerly, still smiling. “Okay! Yeah, let’s get air!” He beamed, as if Viktor had just given him the best idea in the world.
Viktor took a steadying breath, trying to ignore the effect Jayce’s enthusiasm had on him. His heart was still racing as they both made their way outside, away from the noise.
The cold night air hit Viktor’s face with sharp intensity, but it was refreshing after the stifling heat of the crowd. The snow had continued to fall, tiny flakes drifting through the sky and gathering on the ground in soft layers, blanketing the sprawling grounds of the mansion in a pristine layer of white. The meticulously manicured hedges and topiaries stood like elegant sculptures beneath their powdered coats, while fountains and statues glimmered faintly under the soft glow of ornate lanterns. They wandered around down winding pathways lined with lights with no clear destination, until they came upon the gardens. The gardens, a symphony of symmetry and precision, exuded a quiet, otherworldly beauty, their sharp lines softened by the gentle touch of winter. Each flake seemed to sparkle as it settled, transforming the estate into a scene pulled straight from a storybook, serene and untouched save for the faint crunch of footsteps echoing faintly in the cold air.
Jayce, still grinning from ear to ear, bumped shoulders with Viktor as they walked side by side through the gardens. “It’s beautiful out here, right?” he said, looking up at the falling snowflakes. “The snow’s perfect. I’m glad you came. I—”
Viktor couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up from his chest. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”
Jayce laughed too, but there was something genuine in the sound. It wasn’t the usual carefree chuckle. This one was softer, quieter, almost vulnerable. “Yeah. Maybe a little.”
They walked in comfortable silence for a while, the crunch of their footsteps in the snow the only sound around them. Viktor could feel the warmth of Jayce’s body next to his, even through the distance. He couldn’t help but glance at Jayce out of the corner of his eye, trying to ignore the fluttering sensation in his stomach.
For once, Viktor broke the silence, his voice quieter than usual. “You seem happier now.”
Jayce’s smile softened as he looked back at him, his eyes glistening under the moonlight. “I am. I’m just...” He paused, looking at Viktor like he was trying to find the right words. “I didn't like fighting with you. I don't want to do it anymore.”
Viktor felt a pang of guilt like he had just accidentally popped a child’s balloon.
“‘Cause... ‘cause being with you these past few days…” Jayce paused again, frowning. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this... good. You know?”
Viktor didn’t know what to say in response. He swallowed, his throat tight. The world around them felt too still, too quiet. Jayce was so close. So close.
“You’re really something, Viktor. You know that?” Jayce added, his voice low and steady, though there was a slight tremor in it. His eyes held Viktor’s with such intensity that Viktor had to take a step back.
“What do you mean?” Viktor asked quietly.
Jayce smiled again, his gaze softening. “I don’t know yet,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “But I feel like I’m supposed to figure it out.”
Jayce stopped walking for a moment, looking up at the snowflakes as they danced through the air. “And you’re here,” he added with a grin, his tone teasing but gentle. “Out here with me, just like this. I didn’t think you’d come. But I’m glad you did.”
Viktor tilted his head, still not sure how to process the weight of Jayce’s words. “I am glad I did, too,” he said quietly.
Jayce let out a soft, half-laugh, half-sigh, then took another step closer to Viktor. His face was flushed from the cold, his eyes a little unfocused. Viktor could feel the heat radiating off of him, could almost taste the warmth that was still lingering on Jayce’s lips from the alcohol. Jayce stepped even closer, so close that Viktor could feel his breath on his skin. His heart hammered behind his ribcage.
Jayce’s lips parted, as though he might say something else, but the words hung in the air, unspoken. His gaze dropped to Viktor’s mouth for just a moment, before meeting his eyes again, his expression caught between hesitation and something else—a longing that Viktor could feel deep in his bones.
For a heartbeat, nothing moved. Viktor couldn’t tear his eyes away from Jayce’s face, from the way the light from the estate glinted off his skin, the warmth of his breath mixing with the cold air. Jayce’s gaze dropped again, this time lingering longer on Viktor’s lips.
And then Jayce leaned in just slightly, his body a little unsteady, but his intentions clear. Viktor’s heart skipped a beat, his body frozen in place, caught in the pull of the moment. But just as quickly, Jayce stopped, his eyes shimmering with uncertainty.
Viktor couldn’t help himself. The space between them felt like it was burning, too charged to ignore. His voice was barely above a whisper. “Are you going to kiss me, Jayce Talis?” he asked, his words husky, a vulnerability that made him feel exposed.
Jayce’s breath hitched, and he glanced at Viktor for a moment, a look of longing and hesitation warring on his face. Then he whispered, his voice barely audible, “Please?”
The single word ignited something deep inside Viktor. A wave of heat hit him, sharp and sudden, as his entire body responded to the raw need in Jayce’s voice. Without thinking, he closed the distance between them, pressing in the rest of the way.
Their lips collided in a kiss that was full of urgency and sweetness all at once. Jayce’s mouth was soft, a little unsure at first, but as Viktor deepened the kiss, it became clear that Jayce wanted this just as much as he did. And that was almost too shocking, too heavy for him to analyze. His hands, unsteady at first, found their way to Viktor’s jacket, tugging him closer. Viktor let his cane drop into the snow with a soft puff, hands resting on Jayce’s shoulders, grounding him. Jayce, ever so careful and considerate of him, wrapped his arms around Viktor’s waist and pressed his hands firmly into the small of his back, holding him, supporting him. It sent a thrill up Viktor’s spine.
The kiss was slow at first, exploratory, but quickly grew more intense, their bodies pressing against each other as they stood under the soft glow of the lights. The chill in the air only made the heat between them more pronounced, the contrast sharp as their breaths mingled in the cold night.
When they finally pulled away, both of them were breathless, their chests rising and falling in unison. Jayce’s eyes were wide, his face flushed from more than just the cold. “I... I didn’t think you’d actually do it,” he said, his voice a mix of wonder and disbelief.
Viktor cut him off, surprised by the bubble of giggles that burst from him. Like a schoolgirl. He pressed his forehead into the junction between his neck and his shoulder, embarrassed, and the smell of Jayce’s leathery cologne was almost too much. “We are such fools.”
Jayce smiled automatically, his eyes dazed but warm. “Y-yeah, I guess we are.”
Viktor’s heart was still racing, but the moment felt like something real, something that had been building for longer than either of them had known. As the snow continued to fall around them, everything else seemed to fade into the background. It was just them—together, finally.
The rest of the night blurred by in a haze of touches and stolen glances. Everywhere Jayce went, his hand would brush against the small of Viktor’s back, his fingers would find their way to Viktor’s waist, and he would lean in just a little too close whenever they spoke. It wasn’t overt, not exactly, but the contact was constant, like Jayce was claiming little pieces of Viktor without even trying. Each touch sent a shock of electricity through Viktor’s body, igniting something inside of him that he struggled to ignore.
By the time they reached the car, Viktor’s mind was spinning. Jayce’s hand had somehow found its way to his knee, his fingers tracing absent patterns on his leg, every movement of his fingers both accidental and intentional in the most maddening way. Viktor shifted in his seat, trying to adjust, but it didn’t help. His heart was racing, his body already betraying him.
By the time they were back at the house, Viktor could hardly focus. His mind was a storm of thoughts, all revolving around one overwhelming thing: he needed to get Jayce alone. He could no longer deny the magnetic pull between them, the heat that seemed to spark in every shared glance, every accidental touch. His pulse raced as they stepped through the door, which closed softly behind them. Mrs. Talis had returned home hours ago, clearly worn out by the day’s events. It was just the two of them now.
Each step felt like a countdown, his body acutely aware of the proximity of Jayce, of how badly he wanted to close the distance between them. The need to be alone with him was almost suffocating. He needed to get upstairs. He needed to be close enough to touch him without interruption.
They climbed the stairs together, Viktor’s breath shallow as his eyes followed the movement of Jayce in front of him. Every shift of Jayce’s body, every subtle sway, made Viktor’s chest tighten.
They changed into their pajamas in silence, the weight of unspoken tension hanging between them like a delicate thread. Every time they brushed past each other, every time their eyes met, Viktor felt his body react in ways he couldn’t control. He thought he was finally about to get the kiss he had been craving since they’d stepped out of the car together as Jayce stepped towards him.
Just as Viktor’s breath caught, Jayce spoke, his voice soft but clear. “I’ve got a gift for you.”
Viktor froze, the tension between them snapping in an instant. A gift ? His mind scrambled to catch up with the words, and for a moment, he couldn’t process what was happening.
“A gift?” Viktor echoed, a little too stunned to sound casual.
Jayce nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He reached underneath his bed, and from the space, he pulled out a small, carefully wrapped box. Viktor’s heart skipped a beat. His thoughts were scattered, still caught in the haze of their lingering touches, but Jayce’s calm demeanor, his quiet confidence, was grounding.
Viktor felt a flush spread across his cheeks as he reached out for the gift, but he couldn't quite bring himself to focus on the object in his hands. His mind was still reeling, still caught in the current of the night’s quiet tension. He cleared his throat, trying to mask the growing anticipation in his voice. “You didn’t have to—”
“I know,” Jayce cut in, his voice gentle. “But I wanted to. You’ve been... good. Really good.”
Viktor took the box from him, fingers brushing Jayce’s briefly, and God, how glorious it felt to be able to just do that, before he pulled it away, a faint spark of electricity between them. His eyes flickered to Jayce’s for a moment, and he could feel the weight of everything that had been left unsaid in the space between them.
He unwrapped the paper slowly, his fingers trembling slightly, unsure of what to expect. As the paper fell away, Viktor’s breath hitched. Inside was a scarf—simple, red. He recognized the stitching immediately; it was made by hand, rough around the edges, not perfect. The fabric was soft, though, and Viktor could already feel the warmth it promised.
“It’s for you,” Jayce said, almost shyly, as if he hadn’t been expecting Viktor’s reaction. “I noticed your old one a while back, and I thought maybe... this one would keep you warm. I-I made it with that thermal insulation… stuff…” His voice trailed off, almost uncertain now, and Viktor couldn’t help but smile.
Viktor’s heart swelled at the gesture. It wasn’t flashy or extravagant, but it was thoughtful—an acknowledgment of something Jayce had noticed, something that mattered to him. This wasn’t just a present. It was Jayce seeing him.
But then, as if to offer even more, Jayce reached for something else from the small box. Viktor’s eyes widened slightly. Inside was a leather notebook—smooth and rich in color, with intricate stitching that promised durability and care. Viktor gently ran his fingers over the cover, its texture grounding him.
“It’s for your thoughts,” Jayce murmured quietly, stepping a little closer, his gaze soft but intense. “I know you’ve got a lot on your mind. And maybe... this will help.”
Viktor’s breath caught in his chest, his pulse suddenly erratic. The kindness, the thoughtfulness—it hit him harder than expected. It was so simple, yet so meaningful.
Viktor looked at Jayce, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t know what to say. The emotions were too overwhelming, and his voice came out barely above a whisper. “Thank you. I’ll... I’ll keep it with me,” he said, the words feeling heavier than he expected.
Jayce’s smile softened, his eyes warm but unreadable. “Good,” he said quietly. “I’m glad.”
Viktor hesitated, the weight of the moment settling deeper into his chest. Then, almost as if on impulse, he reached into the small satchel resting beside his suitcase and pulled out a wrapped bundle, carefully tied with twine. His fingers trembled slightly as he offered it to Jayce.
“What’s this?” Jayce asked, tilting his head as he took the gift.
“Something small,” Viktor said, his voice tight. “I made it some time ago. I wasn’t sure when—if—I’d ever give it to you.”
Jayce unwrapped the bundle carefully, revealing a small, laser-cut sun suspended on a leather cord. The edges were polished smooth, the delicate craftsmanship obvious in the fine details.
Viktor looked away, his cheeks flushing. “It is... nothing special. Just a trinket.”
Jayce held the sun up to the light, his brows lifting in quiet admiration. “Are you kidding? Viktor, this is incredible.” He turned the sun in his hands, marveling at the intricate edges and how they caught the light. “You made this?”
“Yes,” Viktor replied, his voice barely audible. “It’s... for luck. And a reminder, perhaps. Of the light you bring to people.”
Jayce smiled, a slow, warm grin that made Viktor’s chest ache. “Thank you. I’ll keep this with me,” he said, echoing Viktor’s earlier words, as he draped it around his neck.
There was something more Jayce wanted to say, something left unspoken as he stood in front of Viktor for a beat too long, the silence thick. Viktor could feel it—words teetering on the edge of Jayce’s lips, emotions unspoken yet palpable in the air. But then, with a subtle shift, Jayce turned toward the bed, the moment slipping through Viktor’s fingers.
Viktor’s heart sank as he watched Jayce retreat, the yearning in his chest swelling to a crescendo. Now that he knew they could kiss—that they wanted to kiss, that the fear of shattering their partnership or being misread no longer stood between them—why wouldn’t they do it all the time? Why deny what they both clearly felt?
The thought was maddening. Viktor clenched his fists, his body taut with the weight of his own hesitation. Then, as if propelled by a force he couldn’t control, he marched over to Jayce, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, tugging at the pendant now hanging around his neck.
Jayce glanced up, startled, his fingers pausing mid-motion. His expression was a mix of curiosity and concern, his eyes widening as Viktor stopped in front of him. “Viktor, what—”
Before Jayce could finish, Viktor moved, climbing into his lap in one swift motion. His knees pressed on either side of Jayce’s thighs, ignoring the ache that flared in his leg. Viktor didn’t care. All that mattered was how warm Jayce felt beneath him, how his broad shoulders tensed slightly under his weight, how his breath hitched as Viktor settled against him.
Jayce’s hands instinctively came up, hovering uncertainly near Viktor’s waist, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson that only made him more beautiful. His lips parted as if to speak, but no words came, his wide-eyed gaze locked onto Viktor’s.
Viktor leaned in, crowding Jayce’s space, his face mere inches away. His own breath was unsteady, his voice low and husky as he finally spoke. “Stop running away.”
Jayce swallowed hard, his hands finally settling on Viktor’s hips, tentative. “I wasn’t—”
“You were,” Viktor interrupted, his tone soft but firm, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. His gaze flicked to Jayce’s lips, lingering there. “And I am done waiting.”
Jayce’s breath hitched again, and for a moment, everything else faded away. The room, the world outside, even the ache in Viktor’s leg—it all disappeared, leaving only the two of them in that small, infinite space.
And then, Viktor closed the gap, his lips brushing against Jayce’s in a kiss that was both demanding and tender, all the emotions he had been holding back spilling over in that single, electrifying moment. Jayce melted into it almost instantly, his grip on Viktor’s hips tightening as he kissed back with equal fervor, the tension between them finally breaking in the most beautiful way.
Viktor’s heart thundered in his chest as the kiss deepened. Every thought, every ounce of doubt he’d harbored over the past few days (who was he kidding - the past few months) vanished with the press of their lips together, replaced by something simple and overwhelming.
Jayce’s hands slid up his back, fingers splayed wide, drawing him closer. Viktor let out a breathless sound against his mouth, mingling with the soft sigh Jayce released.
Jayce shifted beneath him, his lips pulling away for just a moment, leaving Viktor breathless, but still so close. Their foreheads touched as they both tried to catch their breath, their chests rising and falling in unison.
“God, you’re... you’re incredible,” Jayce muttered, his voice husky, the words laced with wonder and something more. His hands smoothed over Viktor’s back, pulling him even closer, as if he couldn’t get enough.
Viktor’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, his pulse racing at the sound of those words. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he said with a teasing grin, though his voice trembled just enough for Jayce to catch it. He wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that level of tenderness, but it felt good—like it was everything he had been silently craving.
They lingered in that moment, neither of them wanting to break the fragile connection, as though anything more would shatter the space between them. But Viktor could feel Jayce’s heartbeat, steady and warm under his hands, and for once, there was no rush.
Finally, Jayce broke the silence, his voice low and serious, his fingers tracing patterns along Viktor’s skin. “Are you sure about this? About us?”
The question caught Viktor off guard, but it wasn’t the hesitation he expected. It was a quiet vulnerability, a depth that mirrored the way Viktor felt in that moment—on the edge of something new and terrifying, but undeniably real. There was a comfort in knowing that big, strong, perfect Jayce was just as scared as he was.
Viktor nodded, lifting his head slightly to meet Jayce’s gaze. “I’m sure,” he said, his voice steady, despite the way his heart was still racing. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Jayce searched his face for a long moment, as though weighing his words, and then he smiled—a soft, relieved smile that made Viktor’s chest tighten. “Good,” Jayce whispered, before pulling him back in for another kiss.
Viktor’s breath hitched as Jayce’s lips captured his once more, this time with an intensity that was less about exploration and more about claiming. There was an urgency in the way Jayce’s hands slid up Viktor’s back, urging him closer, his fingers curling into the fabric of Viktor’s shirt like he couldn’t pull him in enough. Viktor responded in kind, his own hands running up Jayce’s chest, feeling the heat of his skin under the fine fabric, the firm muscles he’d only gotten small glimpses of before now.
Viktor’s pulse spiked when Jayce’s hand slid to his side, fingers gently but firmly tracing the curve of his waist before sliding lower, dangerously close to the waistband of his pants. Viktor gasped against Jayce’s lips, his hands gripping tighter, his head spinning at the sudden wave of desire crashing over him.
"Jayce..." Viktor whispered breathlessly, his voice barely there, caught between the desire and the sharp edge of anticipation.
Jayce’s response was a low murmur, his lips trailing down Viktor’s jaw to the curve of his neck. Viktor shivered as Jayce’s teeth grazed his skin, sending a pulse of heat through him. The sensation was electric—every inch of skin Jayce touched felt like it was alive, tingling with possibility.
Viktor tilted his head back, offering more of himself to Jayce, his chest pressing against his in a way that left no room for doubt. He could feel Jayce’s breath quicken, the subtle tremor of his hands betraying just how much he wanted this too. Every movement felt calculated, but somehow instinctive—raw, unguarded. The air between them crackled with the weight of unspoken words, the promise of something deeper, something that stretched beyond this moment.
"Are you sure about this?" Jayce asked again, his voice low, his hands momentarily pausing on Viktor’s waistband. There was a slight edge to his words, like he was giving Viktor one last chance to back out—though Viktor could see the hunger behind his gaze, the yearning that matched his own.
Viktor smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips. "Yes," he said firmly, his voice steady, despite the storm raging inside him. "I want this. I want you."
Jayce’s response was to pull Viktor in tighter, crashing their lips together in a kiss that was desperate, hungry. Viktor’s hands fumbled with the buttons of Jayce’s shirt, the fabric slipping under his fingertips. Jayce’s groan vibrated against his mouth, a song Viktor wanted to hear him sing for the rest of his life.
They were moving faster now, their clothes coming off in a blur, the world outside their cocoon of warmth and desire fading into oblivion. Every touch, every caress felt like it was marking a point of no return, and Viktor felt alive, more alive than he had ever felt. Every inch of skin that was revealed, every whisper of breath against his body, felt like the world was unfolding before him—like they were creating something in this space, together.
Jayce’s hands were firm but gentle as he suddenly scooped Viktor up, lifting him effortlessly and laying him down on the bed with a tenderness that made Viktor’s heart squeeze. He crawled on top of him right after, the warmth of him enveloping him completely, his muscles sleek and powerful, the sheer size of him overwhelming in the most intoxicating way.
Jayce’s hands moved with a sense of purpose, exploring Viktor’s skin with a light touch, sending electric currents through him. He kissed down Viktor’s neck, lips warm and soft against the sensitive skin, making Viktor shiver with every touch. The kiss traveled lower, tracing the line of Viktor’s collarbone, then to his chest, brushing over his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Viktor’s breath hitched as Jayce’s lips continued their slow descent, pressing soft kisses over the flat plane of his stomach, his hands following, caressing, worshiping every part of him. His voice husky, repetitive, like a man possessed, "So perfect, so beautiful, can’t get enough of you…"
Viktor’s heart was pounding in his chest, his body aching with a need that was only growing stronger the longer Jayce touched him. The heat of Jayce’s body was searing against his, making him dizzy. His breath was shallow, his pulse erratic. Every kiss, every whispered word, sent sparks of desire racing through him until he felt like he was burning from the inside out.
Jayce’s voice was soft but serious as he pulled back slightly, chin hovering above the waistband of his pants, his eyes searching Viktor’s. "You’ll stop me if you don’t want anything, right? If you want to slow down, you’ll tell me?"
Viktor’s body trembled with the weight of the question, his heart pounding louder than before. He looked up at Jayce, eyes wide, full of want and desire, and his voice came out as a desperate whisper, "Yes... yes, yes, just please don’t stop."
As Jayce’s eyes darkened, a fire igniting within them, the room seemed to dim slightly, as if the very light itself was drawn into the intensity of the moment.
Viktor felt the cool fabric of his pants being pulled down, the gentle tug a stark contrast to the warmth of Jayce’s skin. Jayce’s fingers brushed against Viktor’s core as he was exposed to the soft, golden light of the room, causing both of them to groan, sending shivers down his spine.
Jayce, a man who charged forward without hesitation, settled heavy between his thighs, kissing and nipping at the skin to draw Viktor’s mind away from being able to feel self-conscious. The room around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intimacy of their first encounter.
As Jayce began to tease Viktor, his lips and tongue tracing delicate patterns, Viktor’s mind went blank. The sensations were so intense, so overwhelming, that he couldn’t remember if he had ever done this before. Jayce was wiping all recollection from him with every caress, each touch a new discovery that left Viktor breathless and yearning for more.
Jayce’s ministrations were like those of an eager puppy dog, full of enthusiasm and a desire to please. As he continued, his movements becoming more urgent and passionate, Viktor’s body arched, his breath catching in his throat. The sounds around them were muted, the only audible noises were the soft moans that escaped Viktor’s lips and the gentle lapping of Jayce’s tongue. The world narrowed down to the sensations coursing through Viktor’s body, and he was completely at Jayce’s mercy, surrendering to the pleasure that washed over him.
Of course he was good at this. Viktor thought distantly, his mind foggy with desire, my perfect, perfect Jayce.
Viktor’s hands instinctively reached out to grasp at the strands of his hair, gently guiding Jayce, his touch a silent communication of what felt good and what didn’t.
As the pleasure built, Viktor’s body tensed, his muscles straining against the release that he knew was coming. Viktor’s hands instinctively tightened in the strands of the other man’s hair, gently trying to tug Jayce away, a subtle signal that he was on the brink. Jayce stopped, heartbreakingly, leaving Viktor’s body aching with unfulfilled desire. Jayce looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes and a spit-slick chin, a sight that almost sent Viktor over the edge right there.
“I-I’m close,” Viktor said hesitatingly, his voice hoarse and scratchy.
Jayce’s eyelids lowered suddenly, and he groaned, the sound deep and primal. “C-Can I make you cum?” he asked, his voice lilted with arousal and desperation. “Please?”
And what was he supposed to say to that besides yes, please - to his honeyed amber eyes and his pretty mouth?
“Show me what you can do, Jayce Talis,” Viktor said finally, his voice low and husky, the words a challenge and an invitation all at once.
Jayce’s eyes sparkled with determination, and his lips curled into a smile as he leaned back in, ready to prove himself.
His movements became more insistent, his lips and tongue working in perfect harmony to bring Viktor to the edge. Viktor’s body tensed further, his muscles straining as the pleasure built to a crescendo. And then, in a burst of light and sensation, Viktor felt himself let go. His body shuddered as the orgasm washed over him, a wave of intense throbbing that left him breathless. He felt Jayce chasing his release, lapping at him like a man starved, the sight almost too much to bear.
Jayce looked up at him, his face smeared with Viktor’s slick, but instead of shock or disgust, there was only a look of satisfaction and pride. Viktor’s heart swelled with emotion as he gazed at Jayce between his legs, the sight of him etched into his memory forever.
“You’re perfect, Jayce,” he whispered, his voice soft but filled with emotion.
Jayce smiled, tips of his ears turning pink from the praise (Viktor would have to remember that), and finally leaned up to kiss Viktor softly. It tasted like sweat and cum, but Viktor didn’t care, not with the way his body was buzzing with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Jayce, still on his knees, pulled back from the kiss and looked up at Viktor with a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction, his face smeared with the evidence of their intimate moment. Viktor caressed the square line of his jaw. “What about you?” He mumbled, eyes drifting downwards.
"I'm fine, Viktor," Jayce tried to insist, his voice soft and gentle, but Viktor could see the telltale sign of Jayce's arousal - his cock tenting his pants, a clear indication that he was far from satisfied.
He had wanted to touch Jayce for so long, and now, with the intimacy of their moment still fresh, he couldn't resist the urge. Reaching down, Viktor's hand brushed against Jayce's pants, feeling the imprint of his cock through the fabric. The touch was electrifying, and Jayce stuttered, his body bucking into Viktor's hand.
Viktor's fingers traced the outline of Jayce's cock, reveling in the feeling of something he had fantasized about for so long. Jayce's eyes widened, and he let out a soft moan, his body tense with anticipation. "V-Viktor," he whispered, his voice laced with arousal and desperation.
Viktor's hand moved gently, caressing Jayce through his pants, the fabric a thin barrier between them. Jayce's reactions were immediate and intense; he was clearly close to release just from the touch alone. Viktor's heart swelled with emotion as he watched Jayce, seeing the pleasure and need etched on his face. With a gentle tug, Viktor pulled down Jayce's pants, exposing him fully. The sight was breathtaking - Jayce's cock stood erect, and of course, of course it was huge. Viktor's hand wrapped around it, feeling the warmth and hardness, and Jayce let out a deep groan. Jayce's body arched, his hands grasping at the bed sheets as he struggled to maintain control. On another night, a night in the future, later, he thought with a thrill, because this didn’t have to end, he would have slipped his huge cock inside of him and rode it until the other man was panting beneath him.
He told him so, burying his face in Jayce’s neck and whispering, “I can’t wait until you fuck me with this.”
That seemed to be exactly all Jayce could take, and with one last stroke, Jayce's body shuddered, and he came, his release a powerful and intense moment that left him breathless. Viktor held him close, his hand still wrapped around Jayce's cock, milking him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, the lines of his blissful face carving themselves into Viktor’s mind.
As the intensity of their moment began to dissipate, Viktor and Jayce found themselves enveloped in a warm, comforting silence. The room, once filled with the sounds of their passion, was now a serene sanctuary, the only noise the sound of heavy snow hitting the window, its soft rhythm like a distant lullaby.
Viktor, still basking in the aftermath of his orgasm, felt a deep sense of relaxation wash over him. The hormones released during their intimate encounter—oxytocin, prolactin, and melatonin—were working in harmony to induce a sense of calm and sleepiness.
He wrapped his arms around Jayce, pulling him close as they lay together on the bed. Jayce, too, was feeling the aftereffects of their passionate encounter. The fire that had burned so brightly in him had now dimmed to a soft, contented glow. He nestled into Viktor's embrace, his head resting on Viktor's chest, where he could hear the soothing beat of his heart.
The tension in their bodies eased, their limbs relaxing and intertwining with a natural ease. Viktor’s fingers traced delicate patterns through Jayce’s hair, each stroke slow and deliberate, a soothing touch that seemed to drive the other man towards sleep.
“I really like you…” Jayce mumbled against Viktor’s skin, his voice thick with exhaustion and affection. It was a soft murmur, almost an afterthought, a final, vulnerable confession before the weight of sleep claimed him.
Viktor felt his own eyelids growing heavy, bubbling warmth soothing him into relaxation like plunging into a hot tub. “I really like you, too, Jayce.”
As they lay there, the weight of sleep settled over them like a blanket. It was a quiet security, a feeling of safety that made sleep seem like the most natural next step. Their bodies, still tangled together, seemed to breathe in perfect sync, as though the rhythm of their hearts had somehow merged in the stillness. Viktor felt his consciousness slipping away, the soft sensation of Jayce’s breath on his skin lulling him into a gentle, undisturbed slumber. The last thing he remembered was the steady rise and fall of Jayce’s chest, a comforting, rhythmic motion that seemed to echo the peace now enveloping them both.