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[ Frozen and shivering in place, a distant part of him marvels that Jayce is still moving. Always forward, always progressing. He chokes on a sob and can't figure out what had caused it.
Jayce moves away, and Viktor wonders if they should head back to the house. It's late, and the flashes have tired him out more than anything else that's happened today. So much has happened, and Viktor can hardly believe that they had kissed for the first time that afternoon. Maybe that was what had caused everything to progress so exponentially, or realizing they had been sharing memories, or all of it snowballing around the fact that Viktor may be in love with Jayce.
It shocks him into stillness, and then the warm weight of Jayce's head rests in his lap, and Viktor is stunned into silence. He doesn't know what exactly Jayce had seen—remembered?—but he shouldn't want to be this close to Viktor right now.
Why do you persist?
He needs to focus on something else, and he wants it to be this Jayce and this Viktor flirting. The game of questions and kisses is forgotten, replaced by Viktor pushing Jayce's hair back from his eyes and gently thumbing away the tears clinging to his thick eyelashes. ]
Yes. And we'll need to document shared episodes of deja vu. [ A beat. ] But would it be selfish to start tomorrow?
Jayce moves away, and Viktor wonders if they should head back to the house. It's late, and the flashes have tired him out more than anything else that's happened today. So much has happened, and Viktor can hardly believe that they had kissed for the first time that afternoon. Maybe that was what had caused everything to progress so exponentially, or realizing they had been sharing memories, or all of it snowballing around the fact that Viktor may be in love with Jayce.
It shocks him into stillness, and then the warm weight of Jayce's head rests in his lap, and Viktor is stunned into silence. He doesn't know what exactly Jayce had seen—remembered?—but he shouldn't want to be this close to Viktor right now.
Why do you persist?
He needs to focus on something else, and he wants it to be this Jayce and this Viktor flirting. The game of questions and kisses is forgotten, replaced by Viktor pushing Jayce's hair back from his eyes and gently thumbing away the tears clinging to his thick eyelashes. ]
Yes. And we'll need to document shared episodes of deja vu. [ A beat. ] But would it be selfish to start tomorrow?
[ after a moment's pause, after everything seems to slow, as grounding fingers card into his hair and do more than any sort of studying would, jayce looks up. those beautiful amber eyes look haunted, distraught. tears build in them, strain his delicate features with sobs he wished he could smear away as easily as he does with his raising palm, gently push him thumb under his eye to dry the tears himself.
jayce's glance keeps at viktor a good long while, and he realizes just how much harder his heart was beating, jumping, skipping— how dire he felt to be around him now, half because he's always felt it, and half due to the aftershock of a memory that revolved around choosing viktor over everything else. he'd do it again, too. he'd choose him every time.
his chest felt tight in a way that still made his stomach flutter, like a garden overrun by hundreds of dainty wings taking flight. jayce's brows pinch and his lips press firmly, all before allowing it all a release with a pent up breath of calm, but not at all worriedly.
was it too soon to say he was in love with him? ]
Of course not. That was— [ for lack of better wording? ] overwhelming. For both of us.
[ jayce begins to rise, planting his hands on both sides of their resting spot and lifting his torso to sit upright. he considers a pause, because it's something he'd do without asking, but . . . considering what just happened, it was worth it to ask. he vaguely remembers hearing stop, let go, real words weaved with the fantastical, where he couldn't tell which he was living in. he didn't heed them at all.
he feels awful to have caused pain, and jayce wants to snuff it out immediately. ]
Could I hug you?
[ he'd understand if it was unwanted. he didn't listen the first time, distracted as he was.
but he still wanted to be grounded here, in this real life with this viktor and this silly game of curiosity, turned experiment, gone a little wrong. ]
jayce's glance keeps at viktor a good long while, and he realizes just how much harder his heart was beating, jumping, skipping— how dire he felt to be around him now, half because he's always felt it, and half due to the aftershock of a memory that revolved around choosing viktor over everything else. he'd do it again, too. he'd choose him every time.
his chest felt tight in a way that still made his stomach flutter, like a garden overrun by hundreds of dainty wings taking flight. jayce's brows pinch and his lips press firmly, all before allowing it all a release with a pent up breath of calm, but not at all worriedly.
was it too soon to say he was in love with him? ]
Of course not. That was— [ for lack of better wording? ] overwhelming. For both of us.
[ jayce begins to rise, planting his hands on both sides of their resting spot and lifting his torso to sit upright. he considers a pause, because it's something he'd do without asking, but . . . considering what just happened, it was worth it to ask. he vaguely remembers hearing stop, let go, real words weaved with the fantastical, where he couldn't tell which he was living in. he didn't heed them at all.
he feels awful to have caused pain, and jayce wants to snuff it out immediately. ]
Could I hug you?
[ he'd understand if it was unwanted. he didn't listen the first time, distracted as he was.
but he still wanted to be grounded here, in this real life with this viktor and this silly game of curiosity, turned experiment, gone a little wrong. ]
[ !!! ]
Good idea. See you there.
[ jayce keeps his word, passing by the lab from his place in under a few minutes. it's— more jayce's need to get a little closer, a little more intimate under the pretense of an experiment. maybe he should be honest . . . ? it's not like they haven't had weird encounters in the lab that they never spoke of again, right? right . . .
the lab is as dim as they like it, a singular window to light up their desks with outside luminescence, like the moon or the street lights. jayce brings with him through the door a bag of bread rolls and wine&mdah; the usual midnight snack. nothing too fancy. ]
Viktor?
Good idea. See you there.
[ jayce keeps his word, passing by the lab from his place in under a few minutes. it's— more jayce's need to get a little closer, a little more intimate under the pretense of an experiment. maybe he should be honest . . . ? it's not like they haven't had weird encounters in the lab that they never spoke of again, right? right . . .
the lab is as dim as they like it, a singular window to light up their desks with outside luminescence, like the moon or the street lights. jayce brings with him through the door a bag of bread rolls and wine&mdah; the usual midnight snack. nothing too fancy. ]
Viktor?
[ there is a small problem— jayce has no idea where it was last. it's never in the same place, that much he remembers. when the council had taken priority, his stays in the lab would often drift to a bare minimum . . . and ended in a discarded, dry bar of soap somewhere. it makes his chest tighten, and his fingers press into the soft skin of the inside of viktor's hand as he thinks.
—oh.
jayce relinquishes his hold rather quickly once he catches the look, as if he'd been— caught. ]
—Right.
[ his apology goes unsaid, but not unseen. his hazel-golden eyes speak clearly before they divert. he's going to have . . . quite a bit to do, right? he has to remove his brace, before he could get to his clothes. maybe— he should get to work on that, and takes the liberty to pick up some tools and head to a vacant chair.
the air is strained, but it's not . . . bad. ]
—oh.
jayce relinquishes his hold rather quickly once he catches the look, as if he'd been— caught. ]
—Right.
[ his apology goes unsaid, but not unseen. his hazel-golden eyes speak clearly before they divert. he's going to have . . . quite a bit to do, right? he has to remove his brace, before he could get to his clothes. maybe— he should get to work on that, and takes the liberty to pick up some tools and head to a vacant chair.
the air is strained, but it's not . . . bad. ]
[ A little more tension melts from Viktor, ashamed that he'd shirk research and science but grateful that he's been allowed a little bit of space from what had just happened. He needs to process it internally, probably won't sleep the rest of the night in order to do so, but for now he can focus on the warmth of where Jayce touches him, the roughness of his hands, the cadence of his voice. ]
A bit of an understatement. [ He smiles, a bit wry and a bit self-deprecating. For so long, he's wanted Jayce to touch him, to be close to him, and yet he'd told him to stop, to let go. It had felt like the past mixing with he present as well as a selfish need to save himself from the pain, but he felt guilt for it all the same. And now Jayce was asking for something as simple as a hug? They'd been so close moments ago, and now it feels like there's a chasm between them once more.
Viktor can be the one to jump first. ]
Lie down. [ He pushes lightly at Jayce's shoulder and, if he's willing, Viktor will go down with him. Physically he's tired from the episode even if his brain is working overtime, and he wants to rest in Jayce's arms if he'll allow it. Hugging horizontally is still hugging, isn't it? ]
A bit of an understatement. [ He smiles, a bit wry and a bit self-deprecating. For so long, he's wanted Jayce to touch him, to be close to him, and yet he'd told him to stop, to let go. It had felt like the past mixing with he present as well as a selfish need to save himself from the pain, but he felt guilt for it all the same. And now Jayce was asking for something as simple as a hug? They'd been so close moments ago, and now it feels like there's a chasm between them once more.
Viktor can be the one to jump first. ]
Lie down. [ He pushes lightly at Jayce's shoulder and, if he's willing, Viktor will go down with him. Physically he's tired from the episode even if his brain is working overtime, and he wants to rest in Jayce's arms if he'll allow it. Hugging horizontally is still hugging, isn't it? ]
[ horizontal hugging is still most definitely hugging. if there is anyone who obeys both voice and incline faster than jayce talis, they have yet to exist. relief fills his lungs and just as he lays on his back, his arms snag around viktor and slot him close. the ebb of heat pushes away the cold tension of what had happened moments prior— he hugs his partner tight like a lifeline, finally giving his heart to soothe any aches.
speaking of his heart— it feels balled in his throat, but it's still there between his ribs, thumping like crazy. it was almost gard to tell whether or not it had been due to the sudden stress of the experience, or if it had been started skipping when viktor pressed himself against him. if it had started to calm before, now it's just speeding all over again.
with a hand around the curve of viktor's shoulder, jayce motions a rub that pulls him close, his other arm encircling his back into a tight, comforting squeeze. ]
—I'm sorry, if I . . . Scared you. [ perhaps it's alright to start from there, his voice almost a whisper in a night breeze that makes him clench his body tighter against viktor. ] It's— It was like I couldn't tell what was real.
speaking of his heart— it feels balled in his throat, but it's still there between his ribs, thumping like crazy. it was almost gard to tell whether or not it had been due to the sudden stress of the experience, or if it had been started skipping when viktor pressed himself against him. if it had started to calm before, now it's just speeding all over again.
with a hand around the curve of viktor's shoulder, jayce motions a rub that pulls him close, his other arm encircling his back into a tight, comforting squeeze. ]
—I'm sorry, if I . . . Scared you. [ perhaps it's alright to start from there, his voice almost a whisper in a night breeze that makes him clench his body tighter against viktor. ] It's— It was like I couldn't tell what was real.
[ Viktor eases down onto Jayce, tucking in close with one arm between his own head and the grass and the other wrapping around his partner's ribs. His hand splays across Jayce's back, long fingers absentmindedly drawing shapes that not even Viktor knows—numbers, letters, runes, symbols.
He feels their hearts beating so close together, both pulses racing from adrenaline or proximity or maybe a combination of the two. Viktor is trying to find words, but Jayce beats him to it and leaves him looking up at him with mouth hanging in surprise. ]
You didn't scare me. [ The truth is easy to spill, words quick because he doesn't want Jayce to blame himself for anything. How is Viktor going to explain everything that he felt in that short moment? He couldn't tell what was real, and there was a layer of that within the memory, too. Seeing Jayce fight for him, learning that he would die with him? It makes Viktor's eyes sting with the threat of more tears, his stomach a tumultuous sea. ] I... scared myself.
He feels their hearts beating so close together, both pulses racing from adrenaline or proximity or maybe a combination of the two. Viktor is trying to find words, but Jayce beats him to it and leaves him looking up at him with mouth hanging in surprise. ]
You didn't scare me. [ The truth is easy to spill, words quick because he doesn't want Jayce to blame himself for anything. How is Viktor going to explain everything that he felt in that short moment? He couldn't tell what was real, and there was a layer of that within the memory, too. Seeing Jayce fight for him, learning that he would die with him? It makes Viktor's eyes sting with the threat of more tears, his stomach a tumultuous sea. ] I... scared myself.
[ would it be all right, for his hand to venture some? nowhere lewd, he . . .
just wished to touch his hair, again. jayce's fingers flit a little higher from the shoulder, until they start brisking between the little licks of curls at the nape of viktor's neck. his heart doesn't quell, not even for a second. ]
It's okay. [ maybe it wasn't the right time to talk about it, and even then, jayce has decided that viktor should be the one to truly decide. he'd said tomorrow. he plans to keep steady on tomorrow, and still save today. ] Whatever that was . . . We're here, now.
[ where the infinite backdrop of stars shine above them. where they cradle each other under the sky's beautiful blanket and the grass' cool bedding. it makes him remember where he is, now. what he's doing, exactly.
he's got viktor nestled into him and it's— more than he could've asked for, not just today. ever. for someone who had awoken this morning with the resolve to court a man, all with the prospect of difficulty and rejectiom, he's not only gotten more than one kiss— he's falling so hard for him. and where did it all begin—? it feels . . . so much farther back, now.
it's been more than enough time to calm and he still feels— like the knocking in his breast would burst out from so much yearning. has this memory done something to him—? or has viktor? a mesh of both, so intricately intertwined? ]
Some promenade this turned out, huh.
[ an attempt was made, at levity. ]
just wished to touch his hair, again. jayce's fingers flit a little higher from the shoulder, until they start brisking between the little licks of curls at the nape of viktor's neck. his heart doesn't quell, not even for a second. ]
It's okay. [ maybe it wasn't the right time to talk about it, and even then, jayce has decided that viktor should be the one to truly decide. he'd said tomorrow. he plans to keep steady on tomorrow, and still save today. ] Whatever that was . . . We're here, now.
[ where the infinite backdrop of stars shine above them. where they cradle each other under the sky's beautiful blanket and the grass' cool bedding. it makes him remember where he is, now. what he's doing, exactly.
he's got viktor nestled into him and it's— more than he could've asked for, not just today. ever. for someone who had awoken this morning with the resolve to court a man, all with the prospect of difficulty and rejectiom, he's not only gotten more than one kiss— he's falling so hard for him. and where did it all begin—? it feels . . . so much farther back, now.
it's been more than enough time to calm and he still feels— like the knocking in his breast would burst out from so much yearning. has this memory done something to him—? or has viktor? a mesh of both, so intricately intertwined? ]
Some promenade this turned out, huh.
[ an attempt was made, at levity. ]
[ Humming, Viktor allows himself to melt under the touches to his hair. It's gotten a little long, and while he'd originally contemplated getting it cut soon, now he's having second thoughts. His thoughts are still racing in the back of his mind, but they're slowly being drowned out by Jayce's reassurance and comforting presence. It's strange, the kind of anxiety he'd felt during that flash of memory—he can't imagine being so scared of hurting Jayce, or worse, being rejected by him. ]
Here, in the grass, under the stars. [ He laughs a little bit, stifling the noise against Jayce's shoulder. It feels like he's lived a lifetime in the span of a day. Though he'd had episodes of false—past?—memories before, nothing had ever felt so real; the fact that they had experienced the exact same thing at the same time only added to a feedback loop of emotion and confusion.
Looking up at Jayce, he chuckles and nods. Some promenade, full of surprises both good and bad. ] It's been... quite the day. [ Fingers playing up Jayce's back and hooking over his shoulder, Viktor shifts a little higher so he can look into his beautiful eyes. ] I'd like to kiss you now, if that's okay.
Here, in the grass, under the stars. [ He laughs a little bit, stifling the noise against Jayce's shoulder. It feels like he's lived a lifetime in the span of a day. Though he'd had episodes of false—past?—memories before, nothing had ever felt so real; the fact that they had experienced the exact same thing at the same time only added to a feedback loop of emotion and confusion.
Looking up at Jayce, he chuckles and nods. Some promenade, full of surprises both good and bad. ] It's been... quite the day. [ Fingers playing up Jayce's back and hooking over his shoulder, Viktor shifts a little higher so he can look into his beautiful eyes. ] I'd like to kiss you now, if that's okay.
[ oh, no. the skip. the happiest little skip within the cage of his ribs that could kick the insecurity away so effortlessly. jayce's earlier ironic raise of his brows turns into an adoring crinkle, needing even to quickly face his head forward, accompanying viktor's ascent and even helping him up by his spine.
jayce had no words for the handsomeness he saw, grateful for their budding attempts at courtship to roll them into a heated blanket after the rush of too-raw emotion left them staggering, tired and a bit drained. but not for this. never for this. jayce slides his fingers under viktor's side bangs, until they sit just under the lobe of his ear. ]
It's almost all I could think about.
[ just. viktor and proximity. his closeness with viktor. to feel his taste again— he craves it.
it is why he is gradual, tender in his approach to dip his head and press his nose into viktor's inner cheek— but inhales from the nose just as his mouth purses to meet soft, thin lips again, like being brought back to life from the brink, or being given sustenance after starvation. he presses, and presses to adjust to each linger, until the heat rises up his neck, burns at his collar, and has jayce slacking his jaw only a bit, with the tiniest puff of breath in between.
something told him they wouldn't be asking anymore questions, and he's perfectly, perfectly fine with filling that gap with the tingling snaps of their lips, coming apart and enfolding like a enchanting torrent. ]
jayce had no words for the handsomeness he saw, grateful for their budding attempts at courtship to roll them into a heated blanket after the rush of too-raw emotion left them staggering, tired and a bit drained. but not for this. never for this. jayce slides his fingers under viktor's side bangs, until they sit just under the lobe of his ear. ]
It's almost all I could think about.
[ just. viktor and proximity. his closeness with viktor. to feel his taste again— he craves it.
it is why he is gradual, tender in his approach to dip his head and press his nose into viktor's inner cheek— but inhales from the nose just as his mouth purses to meet soft, thin lips again, like being brought back to life from the brink, or being given sustenance after starvation. he presses, and presses to adjust to each linger, until the heat rises up his neck, burns at his collar, and has jayce slacking his jaw only a bit, with the tiniest puff of breath in between.
something told him they wouldn't be asking anymore questions, and he's perfectly, perfectly fine with filling that gap with the tingling snaps of their lips, coming apart and enfolding like a enchanting torrent. ]
[ Jayce is probably the only person that will be able to get away with helping Viktor in any way. Usually it's something that he hates, but here, it's safe to say that his partner never means for it to take agency away from Viktor, never robs him of the effort out of a sense of pity. Also, it's a little arousing that Jayce is so strong and that his hands are big where they hold Viktor.
He shouldn't think about that, or he won't be able to stop at kissing. This is technically their first date, and he had said something about playing hard to get, hadn't he?
But it's so easy to give in to the tenderness of Jayce's touch, the way he leans in and spoils him with little intimacies even before their lips meet. When they do kiss, it's like static electricity sparking between them, like sun on a flower's petals after a long, dark night. Viktor sighs against Jayce's lips, and it feels like they're sharing a first kiss all over again after a thousand years. ]
He shouldn't think about that, or he won't be able to stop at kissing. This is technically their first date, and he had said something about playing hard to get, hadn't he?
But it's so easy to give in to the tenderness of Jayce's touch, the way he leans in and spoils him with little intimacies even before their lips meet. When they do kiss, it's like static electricity sparking between them, like sun on a flower's petals after a long, dark night. Viktor sighs against Jayce's lips, and it feels like they're sharing a first kiss all over again after a thousand years. ]
[ it really does, in that perfect way the heat surges up from his chest throughout his face and down his spine— a wonderful tingle that threatens goosebumps when they've put their lips together like they'd been too far apart from it from too long. jayce takes his time, now. his rough fingers take on mild affections, combing under the falls of the sides of viktor's swiping bangs with one hand, the closest to the grass, a palm settling on the middle of his arm, in another. he rubs slowly, back and forth to feel the skin under the fabric of his sleeves as the ebb and flow of their kiss sustain. it is a bit different than the others, edged with so much care and curiosity to fully map the way they slot in place and memorize the grooves of viktor's style, every bit of it. wanting to know him. jayce is the first to part his lips a little wider, silently pleading for viktor's entry and taste against his tongue— the slide of it against his teeth is tentative, but the moment viktor enters, he chases. a push in his ducked head, a grip in his hand that starts a descent from viktor's arms to the container of his ribs, to make sure their chest leave no spaces in between.
jayce sighs a little harder, the tension in his shoulders coming unbound and nestling himself in bliss. he's so glad that they melt back into this. so, so glad. that memory did not separate him from viktor. it drew jayce undeniably closer to the point that he didn't think he could be without him. he didn't want to be. he didn't want to part from him for even a moment, and would fight the impact bides of ancient magic to stay with him. to hold him.
now he doesn't need to let go. ]
jayce sighs a little harder, the tension in his shoulders coming unbound and nestling himself in bliss. he's so glad that they melt back into this. so, so glad. that memory did not separate him from viktor. it drew jayce undeniably closer to the point that he didn't think he could be without him. he didn't want to be. he didn't want to part from him for even a moment, and would fight the impact bides of ancient magic to stay with him. to hold him.
now he doesn't need to let go. ]
[ Viktor tries not to be scientific about kissing Jayce, but his instinct is to map out his lips and mouth, to categorize every reaction, to learn him. Always studying and striving for greater understanding, Viktor will become an expert in Jayce Talis.
His lips easily part for Jayce when he begs entry, mouth falling open in a nearly silent moan as they press closer together. The grass is wet beneath them, but Jayce's heat is so inviting—Viktor pushes into it, rolling them over until he's resting on top of Jayce with legs falling to either side of his hips. The positioning is certainly more suggestive, parts of Jayce just as hard against Viktor's body as the ground had been, but his focus is on soft lips and tongue.
Both arms now free, he rests his hands on Jayce's neck and then slowly moves them higher. Fingers comb over beard, palms cups both sides of his face, nails rake through long hair. All of Jayce is for Viktor to make out, each little detail and flaw and wonderful piece of him.
There is beauty in imperfections.
Turning away from memory, he anchors himself in here, now, Jayce. He runs his tongue over the gap in his teeth and his lips curl into a smile even as they continue to kiss. ]
His lips easily part for Jayce when he begs entry, mouth falling open in a nearly silent moan as they press closer together. The grass is wet beneath them, but Jayce's heat is so inviting—Viktor pushes into it, rolling them over until he's resting on top of Jayce with legs falling to either side of his hips. The positioning is certainly more suggestive, parts of Jayce just as hard against Viktor's body as the ground had been, but his focus is on soft lips and tongue.
Both arms now free, he rests his hands on Jayce's neck and then slowly moves them higher. Fingers comb over beard, palms cups both sides of his face, nails rake through long hair. All of Jayce is for Viktor to make out, each little detail and flaw and wonderful piece of him.
There is beauty in imperfections.
Turning away from memory, he anchors himself in here, now, Jayce. He runs his tongue over the gap in his teeth and his lips curl into a smile even as they continue to kiss. ]
[ jayce's hips tense with surprise, his hands a solid grip as viktor turns him on his back, the only sound he makes is a quick mmph—, short and caught sharply in his throat, but this— oh, this. he melts under viktor, in his mouth. his lips pull apart to take as much of viktor in as he charts every dip and corner of him. the bends of his gums and teeth, the swirl of his tongue past. his lips work wet and slippery and he couldn't care less, only swallowing where he could, taking short breaths in to keep himself from breaking apart from this marvel. his eyes crack open, just to see—
and he is so beautiful. they were each other's cartographer and there were no better hands to search through them but their own. jayce accidentally lets a moan slip, a short little thing as the rise of heat seizes him from the middle and spreads white hot from his pelvis out. the combination of kiss, position, the nails in his hair that pries a gasp from him and tingles his nape— how his hands get a little bold, a little eager in spreading his touch across the side of his partner's chest on one side and the top of his leg on the other, exploring and rapt in the bumps of his ribs or the metal brace that hugs his thigh— he realizes just how much he prizes of viktor. from his mind to his body, to his leg and his kiss. an insseperable piece of everything . . . i admire about you. he doesn't think he's ever said that to viktor. his mind's eye suggests he did, in that marvelous plane of stars and nebulae whilst drifting away, slowly . . . losing himself, in front of a great being. was that god, ready to take him? an angel?
viktor— viktor is smiling— he can feel it when he delves for more taste and is met with a wall of teeth, curled lips peeled away. he laughs too, attempts to take viktor's lower lip between his teeth and tease him, gentle, rolls his hips up in the heat of the moment and hitches air into his lungs when met with a dizzying friction, oh, my god—
then, immediately, he freezes. between them, jayce is getting notably aroused and it, ah. shows. viktor is camped right on top of it, most likely felt in the way jayce throbs under all this fabric, just once as the soft space between his legs gets a touch more firm. this is the only time he breaks from viktor willingly, the smack of their mouths broken apart and leaving jayce's lips puffy and glistening. ]
Viktor, [ he says, breathless and dazed and ecstatic— and straining himself from the hips down. trying to look away from him in hopes that what the eyes don't see his cock won't feel. the night hides how deeply hued his face looks. oh, he's never turned this shade before. he tries to be responsible, to his own dismay. he wants to be good. he wants to wait, even if he doesn't actually want to. ] I— I need a minute.
and he is so beautiful. they were each other's cartographer and there were no better hands to search through them but their own. jayce accidentally lets a moan slip, a short little thing as the rise of heat seizes him from the middle and spreads white hot from his pelvis out. the combination of kiss, position, the nails in his hair that pries a gasp from him and tingles his nape— how his hands get a little bold, a little eager in spreading his touch across the side of his partner's chest on one side and the top of his leg on the other, exploring and rapt in the bumps of his ribs or the metal brace that hugs his thigh— he realizes just how much he prizes of viktor. from his mind to his body, to his leg and his kiss. an insseperable piece of everything . . . i admire about you. he doesn't think he's ever said that to viktor. his mind's eye suggests he did, in that marvelous plane of stars and nebulae whilst drifting away, slowly . . . losing himself, in front of a great being. was that god, ready to take him? an angel?
viktor— viktor is smiling— he can feel it when he delves for more taste and is met with a wall of teeth, curled lips peeled away. he laughs too, attempts to take viktor's lower lip between his teeth and tease him, gentle, rolls his hips up in the heat of the moment and hitches air into his lungs when met with a dizzying friction, oh, my god—
then, immediately, he freezes. between them, jayce is getting notably aroused and it, ah. shows. viktor is camped right on top of it, most likely felt in the way jayce throbs under all this fabric, just once as the soft space between his legs gets a touch more firm. this is the only time he breaks from viktor willingly, the smack of their mouths broken apart and leaving jayce's lips puffy and glistening. ]
Viktor, [ he says, breathless and dazed and ecstatic— and straining himself from the hips down. trying to look away from him in hopes that what the eyes don't see his cock won't feel. the night hides how deeply hued his face looks. oh, he's never turned this shade before. he tries to be responsible, to his own dismay. he wants to be good. he wants to wait, even if he doesn't actually want to. ] I— I need a minute.
Edited 2025-01-21 17:37 (UTC)
[ Unaware of Jayce's peeking (that's cheating!) Viktor lets himself be emboldened by wandering hands. His own start to trail down, dragging back over that beautiful beard, catching on suspender buckles, ghosting over clean white cotton that was so unusual for Jayce who's always dirty with productivity. Seeing him so cleaned up had, well, it had inspired Viktor to want to be the one to ruffle his hair and unbutton his prim clothes and make him moan again, like that but louder, maybe his voice going hoarse from use.
His fingers are flirting with the waistband of Jayce's pants where it hugs his hips when they rise towards him and then everything goes still. For a second, Viktor fears that he's the one who has pushed too far and maybe Jayce isn't ready for heavy petting like this, that the kissing needs to lighten up a little, that maybe they should head home.
Jayce calls his name like a prayer, like a sin, like a spell. Viktor's mind goes blank for a moment, unable to even consider pulling his hands away from the body beneath his. He can feel Jayce's arousal, yes, but his own is pressing into Jayce's thigh just as firmly—he'd been trying to ignore it, but now that they're so still, so tense, it's harder to deny. ]
F-fuck. [ His voice shakes, one hand tightening its grip on Jayce's hip and the other lifting to push the hair back from his face. He's shocked that just last night, he'd been making notes about Jayce being single and only possibly interested, but it makes him laugh, too. ] Don't worry, Jayce. When I take you for the first time, it'll be in a proper bed.
His fingers are flirting with the waistband of Jayce's pants where it hugs his hips when they rise towards him and then everything goes still. For a second, Viktor fears that he's the one who has pushed too far and maybe Jayce isn't ready for heavy petting like this, that the kissing needs to lighten up a little, that maybe they should head home.
Jayce calls his name like a prayer, like a sin, like a spell. Viktor's mind goes blank for a moment, unable to even consider pulling his hands away from the body beneath his. He can feel Jayce's arousal, yes, but his own is pressing into Jayce's thigh just as firmly—he'd been trying to ignore it, but now that they're so still, so tense, it's harder to deny. ]
F-fuck. [ His voice shakes, one hand tightening its grip on Jayce's hip and the other lifting to push the hair back from his face. He's shocked that just last night, he'd been making notes about Jayce being single and only possibly interested, but it makes him laugh, too. ] Don't worry, Jayce. When I take you for the first time, it'll be in a proper bed.
[ oh, my god. take him. a clear indication of how much jayce enjoys being spoken to that way (and more) is the single stirring twinge his honing erection gives— and even if his smile is so widely sheepish about insistently poking viktor from below, he feels the heat seeringly rise from the pit of his belly as he feels a significant, pointed nudge at the height of his thigh. what's worse, or better? was how good viktor looked. the way he grooms his tousled hair out of his face, how the curse had muttered off his lips, it all still leaves a lord . . .
he can't help but to roll his head and genuinely chuckle at the both of them. ]
he can't help but to roll his head and genuinely chuckle at the both of them. ]
[ Rolling off of Jayce is a herculean task, but Viktor is able to do it with the promise of a future together. He kneels his weight onto his good leg, groaning a little both as he draws away from the enticing body heat and also moves his stiff right leg. He doesn't move much farther, all things considered, and leans back over Jayce with a smile. ]
Can I kiss you again? One for the road?
[ He's loath to leave the magic of this night, this place. It's been one hell of a start to their courtship, but Viktor wouldn't trade all of the discovery and confusion and lust for the world. Still, he's lost track of the time beneath the stars, but it must be late enough that they need to think about getting the horses back. ]
Can I kiss you again? One for the road?
[ He's loath to leave the magic of this night, this place. It's been one hell of a start to their courtship, but Viktor wouldn't trade all of the discovery and confusion and lust for the world. Still, he's lost track of the time beneath the stars, but it must be late enough that they need to think about getting the horses back. ]
[ maybe that's what makes it undeniably magical . . . as much as addicting. jayce's grip on viktor's legs loosen, regrettably so, propping himself on his elbows and then his hands, to lift himself up into seating and adjusting his legs so that the space in between them wasn't so tight. the new proximity tempts him, and he does consider responding with words— but he realizes he doesn't need them. actions speak much louder.
jayce's hand twists into the front of viktor's riding blouse and yanks him in to crush their mouths in tandem, one final good bye to this night— but jayce kisses like it'd be his last, ever. there is an urgency to it, all his apetite for viktor in a single, dizzying torrent of tongue and upsurges, all of which begin to slow from his desperate rush only when the cosmos seem to whisper in his ear that it's time to part.
forehead to forehead, with his rough hands soothing through viktor's brown locks along his nape, how wild he's made them to now fix the unkempt look so no one awake at this hour would give him odd looks, jayce watches his new lover's eyes. how they shine and grow, and how the beautiful gold would mesmerize him. he had so much to say, even about viktor's supposed bedding plans—
but he doesn't want to say everything in one night. he has his own plans. ]
You could kiss me whenever you want.
jayce's hand twists into the front of viktor's riding blouse and yanks him in to crush their mouths in tandem, one final good bye to this night— but jayce kisses like it'd be his last, ever. there is an urgency to it, all his apetite for viktor in a single, dizzying torrent of tongue and upsurges, all of which begin to slow from his desperate rush only when the cosmos seem to whisper in his ear that it's time to part.
forehead to forehead, with his rough hands soothing through viktor's brown locks along his nape, how wild he's made them to now fix the unkempt look so no one awake at this hour would give him odd looks, jayce watches his new lover's eyes. how they shine and grow, and how the beautiful gold would mesmerize him. he had so much to say, even about viktor's supposed bedding plans—
but he doesn't want to say everything in one night. he has his own plans. ]
You could kiss me whenever you want.
[ after their first date, jayce has made it a habit in asking viktor to sneak off for plenty more midnight promenades— but in a shifty, dreadfully romantic way. during the day, on the clock in the stables, he'd slip smoldering gazes. if he were in the forge, his shirt was sure to be gone, and his musculature a bit more flexed than rested. in viktor's presence, no matter the distance— he'd make his appeal in the little gestures, dangerously toying with the limits of publicly appropriate— but never breaching them. it's always when he thinks no one is looking. it's always when jayce's colleagues have their backs turned.
it's always then, too, that jayce has begun to smuggle letters to viktor. in his gear or snug between saddlewhere when certain horses are prepared for his practice. in his pocket, when no one would notice but himself. in his hand, when he's explaining something about hooves or shoes, or the details of viktor's saddle design, passing blueprints with the letter just underneath it and a knowing gaze.
they always start similarly, charcoal fingerprints smudging the letter's body or edges. viktor, it addresses some times. my dearest partner in others.
they are always a declaration of colorful feelings; short, sweet, genuine language, an overwhelming amount of yearning. who knew jayce was such a romantic? they weren't very long. a paragraph at most, separating sentences with lines. the rest of the body was art. a little unkempt, as he was, but indubitably detailed, a scene from sometime during the day when he'd seen viktor. it is viktor, down to every feature. smiles, smirks, gazes he'd exchange, more serious looks of thoughtfulness . . . the mole above his lip, under his right eye, even the one on his neck— all of them are snapshots that jayce takes to heart and brings to life in his bedroom.
it's never signed ordinarily, if one were to simply look over it. only scrutinizing eyes would be able to find the intricately hidden initials in each sketch: JT. not only that, but there is a pattern jayce is certain viktor will have the time of his life cracking: codes. placement of certain letters forming a new word that he'd have to solve.
every time, it's a location, and an hour.
this time, the cracks something different than the others.
There is beauty in imperfections, and it is everything I admire about you.
You choose the place tonight. I'll be where I always am. ]
it's always then, too, that jayce has begun to smuggle letters to viktor. in his gear or snug between saddlewhere when certain horses are prepared for his practice. in his pocket, when no one would notice but himself. in his hand, when he's explaining something about hooves or shoes, or the details of viktor's saddle design, passing blueprints with the letter just underneath it and a knowing gaze.
they always start similarly, charcoal fingerprints smudging the letter's body or edges. viktor, it addresses some times. my dearest partner in others.
they are always a declaration of colorful feelings; short, sweet, genuine language, an overwhelming amount of yearning. who knew jayce was such a romantic? they weren't very long. a paragraph at most, separating sentences with lines. the rest of the body was art. a little unkempt, as he was, but indubitably detailed, a scene from sometime during the day when he'd seen viktor. it is viktor, down to every feature. smiles, smirks, gazes he'd exchange, more serious looks of thoughtfulness . . . the mole above his lip, under his right eye, even the one on his neck— all of them are snapshots that jayce takes to heart and brings to life in his bedroom.
it's never signed ordinarily, if one were to simply look over it. only scrutinizing eyes would be able to find the intricately hidden initials in each sketch: JT. not only that, but there is a pattern jayce is certain viktor will have the time of his life cracking: codes. placement of certain letters forming a new word that he'd have to solve.
every time, it's a location, and an hour.
this time, the cracks something different than the others.
There is beauty in imperfections, and it is everything I admire about you.
You choose the place tonight. I'll be where I always am. ]
Edited 2025-01-22 14:48 (UTC)
[ A yelp of surprise gets muffled by the sudden kiss and melts into a groan. He'd thought about going in for a sweet, lingering kiss and instead what he gets is passion and need and promises for later.
Dizzy and grateful for the forehead keeping him upright, he relaxes the steadying grip his hands had found in the front of Jayce's shirt. They probably both look like a mess, not least of all from the grass staining their knees and wetness down their backs and hair tousled. It's going to be easier sneaking back unnoticed thanks to the time of night, and while he's unashamed of a relationship with Jayce, he might not be able to stop himself from blushing like a schoolboy if someone sees him like this.
Smiling, Viktor leans in for another kiss, teasing and light. ] You too, partner.
Dizzy and grateful for the forehead keeping him upright, he relaxes the steadying grip his hands had found in the front of Jayce's shirt. They probably both look like a mess, not least of all from the grass staining their knees and wetness down their backs and hair tousled. It's going to be easier sneaking back unnoticed thanks to the time of night, and while he's unashamed of a relationship with Jayce, he might not be able to stop himself from blushing like a schoolboy if someone sees him like this.
Smiling, Viktor leans in for another kiss, teasing and light. ] You too, partner.
[ Their courtship remains a secret for the time being, not out of shame but rather something held close, precious, just for them. The clearing becomes Viktor's favorite place because they can sit and talk for hours or lay in silence while charting the stars. He learns that his favorite color is hazel, the name gleaned from overhearing a conversation about Mr. Talis' lovely green eyes, both words written in the margins of his journal.
Those are the sweet parts of his love.
The not-so-sweet parts are sitting on a chair in the forge, watching sweat drip down Jayce's back and dodging between flexing muscles, the heat in Viktor's body having little to do with the fire across the room. It's running a hand over the small of Jayce's back as they dance around each other in the stable or library, lost in their science but never enough for the touches to be truly absentminded. Viktor is far from being sweet when he catches Jayce's eye across a dinner table and takes a lavish bite, sucking the fork clean and giving a moan of appreciation for the flavors.
He strikes a balance, sweetness and flirting, affection and barely-bridled lust.
The letters always put him in a softer mood. At first, it's embarrassing how Jayce draws him, talented sketches featuring all the little flaws that Viktor sees in the mirror—crooked teeth, thin lips, uneven nose. But he gets used to it from the sheer number Jayce slips him in all his cute little ways, always secret and full of a language just for them. Viktor looks forward to the little codes as much as the romantic words, and it's a surprise when they take a different meaning today.
He doesn't know what Jayce has planned, but he heads to the stables in the evening, a little earlier than usual but impatient to see what's changed this time. ]
Those are the sweet parts of his love.
The not-so-sweet parts are sitting on a chair in the forge, watching sweat drip down Jayce's back and dodging between flexing muscles, the heat in Viktor's body having little to do with the fire across the room. It's running a hand over the small of Jayce's back as they dance around each other in the stable or library, lost in their science but never enough for the touches to be truly absentminded. Viktor is far from being sweet when he catches Jayce's eye across a dinner table and takes a lavish bite, sucking the fork clean and giving a moan of appreciation for the flavors.
He strikes a balance, sweetness and flirting, affection and barely-bridled lust.
The letters always put him in a softer mood. At first, it's embarrassing how Jayce draws him, talented sketches featuring all the little flaws that Viktor sees in the mirror—crooked teeth, thin lips, uneven nose. But he gets used to it from the sheer number Jayce slips him in all his cute little ways, always secret and full of a language just for them. Viktor looks forward to the little codes as much as the romantic words, and it's a surprise when they take a different meaning today.
He doesn't know what Jayce has planned, but he heads to the stables in the evening, a little earlier than usual but impatient to see what's changed this time. ]
[ coming in early meant that, when viktor arrives . . . jayce is not at the stables. the horses in all barns have been fed and turned in for the evening, munching quietly as the setting sun brightens the view of the sky's horizon line and vast expanse of clouds. he's no where to be seen, and doesn't pop up when called, so . . .
he's probably in the cottage some ways next to the main stables he situates in, where the retired stars and geldings stay, the faint drizzle of a showerhead wafting out of the smallest bathroom window. jayce is cleaning up for a date night, but since he thinks he's got some time—
he's admiring the beautifully warm colors of the sunset through the small shower window at his eye level. gold or amber, it's called. the eye color of his beloved and the time of day where it stains the greatest part of the sky. he could whistfully stand there and think about him all the while, but time was of the essence! the running water cuts, and jayce talis moves along with his plans to get ready, a smile already stupidly tugging at his lips. ]
he's probably in the cottage some ways next to the main stables he situates in, where the retired stars and geldings stay, the faint drizzle of a showerhead wafting out of the smallest bathroom window. jayce is cleaning up for a date night, but since he thinks he's got some time—
he's admiring the beautifully warm colors of the sunset through the small shower window at his eye level. gold or amber, it's called. the eye color of his beloved and the time of day where it stains the greatest part of the sky. he could whistfully stand there and think about him all the while, but time was of the essence! the running water cuts, and jayce talis moves along with his plans to get ready, a smile already stupidly tugging at his lips. ]
[ Greeting the horses and slipping Mercury a sugar cube, Viktor looks around for Jayce in the usual corners of the stables. He calls his name and, when he isn't answered, wanders out the back towards the place that Jayce has made his living quarters. At first, Viktor thought that he should live in the main house with everyone else, but once he learned that the offer had been made and turned down, he'd let that sleeping dog lie.
Plus, something about Jayce staying in his own little cottage was incredibly charming.
Viktor can hear the running of water and slowly circles the cottage until he spots a window with steam coming from it. ]
Jayce?
Plus, something about Jayce staying in his own little cottage was incredibly charming.
Viktor can hear the running of water and slowly circles the cottage until he spots a window with steam coming from it. ]
Jayce?
—Viktor?
[ he'd just finished wiping the excess water still clinging to him post shower in the tiniest shower box, and its there that jayce returns to the window, lifting his chin for a better look below. oh—
he's here early, but jayce wasn't one to complain. he'll just rush his grooming. ]
I'll, ah— I'll be done in a minute. [ there isn't a place to sit outside unless he gets the desk chair, so— ] Front door's open— come in.
[ he'd just finished wiping the excess water still clinging to him post shower in the tiniest shower box, and its there that jayce returns to the window, lifting his chin for a better look below. oh—
he's here early, but jayce wasn't one to complain. he'll just rush his grooming. ]
I'll, ah— I'll be done in a minute. [ there isn't a place to sit outside unless he gets the desk chair, so— ] Front door's open— come in.
[ Viktor catches a glimpse of Jayce, hair wet and touseled, and smiles back at him. He hadn't expected this, but then again, his partner did some dirty work and was often cleaned up for their nightly rendezvous. Viktor would take him either way, and sometimes, seeing him dirty after working with the forge all day was the best sight to greet him at the end of a long, clean, prim and proper day. ]
No rush. It's just a shame I wasn't earlier. [ Chuckling to himself, he makes his way around to the front door and lets himself inside to wait. He's a little hesitant only because it's his first time actually stepping through the front door, and the resident isn't even there to guide him. Inside is clean and tidy, simple but in a cozy way that comes from everything inside having a purpose and serving it well.
Viktor can hear Jayce humming in the bathroom, and to studiously avoid nearing or even looking at the bed that takes up one corner of the cottage, he gravitates towards a desk on the opposite side. Jayce's notebook sits there, open to a page of now familiar handwriting and sketches of Viktor. Blushing, he runs a finger over the line of his own neck, staring at his own eyes. ]
No rush. It's just a shame I wasn't earlier. [ Chuckling to himself, he makes his way around to the front door and lets himself inside to wait. He's a little hesitant only because it's his first time actually stepping through the front door, and the resident isn't even there to guide him. Inside is clean and tidy, simple but in a cozy way that comes from everything inside having a purpose and serving it well.
Viktor can hear Jayce humming in the bathroom, and to studiously avoid nearing or even looking at the bed that takes up one corner of the cottage, he gravitates towards a desk on the opposite side. Jayce's notebook sits there, open to a page of now familiar handwriting and sketches of Viktor. Blushing, he runs a finger over the line of his own neck, staring at his own eyes. ]
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