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I think even the golden boy of Piltover would get in trouble for that. No, but somewhere not entirely private. Somewhere there's the threat of being seen.
I think even the golden boy of Piltover would get in trouble for that. No, but somewhere not entirely private. Somewhere there's the threat of being seen.
[ that's the lab, obviously.
right?
because it's where jayce is going, so full of nerves and anxious drops in his gut, a mix of worry and excitement and elation and relief all at once— he gets through the big doors of the lab and feels his heart catch, right in his throat. ]
right?
because it's where jayce is going, so full of nerves and anxious drops in his gut, a mix of worry and excitement and elation and relief all at once— he gets through the big doors of the lab and feels his heart catch, right in his throat. ]
[ It's always the lab.
Currently, it's the side of the lab with their desk where Viktor sits in Jayce's chair, leaning back gratefully against the support his stool would not provide. He'd like to pace, but resists only by tapping his fingers against the papers strewn in front of him. When he hears the doors open, he looks up warily, hopefully, looking a little like an animal that doesn't know if it can trust the person approaching.
What the hell is he supposed to say? ]
Hello, Jayce.
Currently, it's the side of the lab with their desk where Viktor sits in Jayce's chair, leaning back gratefully against the support his stool would not provide. He'd like to pace, but resists only by tapping his fingers against the papers strewn in front of him. When he hears the doors open, he looks up warily, hopefully, looking a little like an animal that doesn't know if it can trust the person approaching.
What the hell is he supposed to say? ]
Hello, Jayce.
[ for all of that, jayce is still nervous. rightfully nervous. when he steps in and shuts the tall doors behind him, his heart is tight in his chest, neaely in his mouth with difficulty to swallow it down back to where it should be. his fingers anxiously fiddle with the cuffs of his sleeves, and then the leather bracelet around his wrist.
the steps to get over to his taken seat feels . . . tense. but if anything, jayce's ears happen to be bright red. ]
. . . I owe you an apology.
the steps to get over to his taken seat feels . . . tense. but if anything, jayce's ears happen to be bright red. ]
. . . I owe you an apology.
[ It's easy to see that Jayce is nervous—Viktor, ever observant, knows his tells. He knows that the first thing he'll do is smooth his thumb over the gem adorning his left wrist, and he'll fidget with his uniform even though it's always pristine. He'll pace with his arms held behind his back, if a problem persists, but right now he's occupied with crossing the room towards Viktor.
Grabbing his cane to stand, Viktor pushes himself onto his feet with a wince. He's stiff from working all evening, but... Well, he's expecting a kiss before an apology, so he wants to be within reach. ]
Go on. [ He doesn't try to stop Jayce. They're partners, first and foremost, and that means hearing him out on anything from radical ideas to unnecessary apologies. ]
Grabbing his cane to stand, Viktor pushes himself onto his feet with a wince. He's stiff from working all evening, but... Well, he's expecting a kiss before an apology, so he wants to be within reach. ]
Go on. [ He doesn't try to stop Jayce. They're partners, first and foremost, and that means hearing him out on anything from radical ideas to unnecessary apologies. ]
[ does . . . viktor know him that well? because now that he's urged to continue with the space between them slim, jayce has lost his voice. viktor's lips have never been so within reach before, hazel eyes giving fairly obvious flits down and back up. especially when they just spoke about it, perhaps jayce shouldn't think so much— that's what got him to mess up so many times previously.
that's what makes this the best apology. actions first— his words later. which is why, after only a few more seconds of unhelpful thought, jayce bites the bullet. he stills his breath, takes an inhale to puff his lungs up with a simultaneous lean forward; his hand, massive against the side of viktor's face, sure to cup and hold him in the right, until he's guided himself lips to lips, cheek to nose.
his heart is going wild making leaps between his ribs, like it could explode with every passing second of the fireworks that had wished to go off for so long. now? he didnt want anything else. ]
that's what makes this the best apology. actions first— his words later. which is why, after only a few more seconds of unhelpful thought, jayce bites the bullet. he stills his breath, takes an inhale to puff his lungs up with a simultaneous lean forward; his hand, massive against the side of viktor's face, sure to cup and hold him in the right, until he's guided himself lips to lips, cheek to nose.
his heart is going wild making leaps between his ribs, like it could explode with every passing second of the fireworks that had wished to go off for so long. now? he didnt want anything else. ]
[ Viktor has prepared himself for an apology, not Jayce closing the remaining distance between them and reaching for him. He goes stiff on instinct, so unused to being touched except for Jayce's hand on his shoulder at times. This is so much more, that same big hand cradling the side of his face and then sliding back into his hair, drawing him in as he struggles to remember to breathe. He doesn't find air before their mouths are meeting, and Jayce's lips are so plump and warm, so full of life against Viktor's thinner, slightly chapped lips.
Despite the confusion and the tension and the lack of air, the kiss is incredible. Viktor sighs into it, lips parting as he melts and sways with the effort to stay standing. Maybe he should have sat, or leaned back against the desk, or anything other than the mildly embarrassing way he now puts a hand on Jayce's chest to sag against him, holding his weight between his cane and his partner. ]
Despite the confusion and the tension and the lack of air, the kiss is incredible. Viktor sighs into it, lips parting as he melts and sways with the effort to stay standing. Maybe he should have sat, or leaned back against the desk, or anything other than the mildly embarrassing way he now puts a hand on Jayce's chest to sag against him, holding his weight between his cane and his partner. ]
[ another spark goes flying off hinges when jayce's chest is used as support— it was already puffed out to, oh, he didn't know— look good?? and now he just. juts it out a little extra, flexing underneath a flustered hand. it feels beyond wonderful that viktor kisses him back, he was so, so, so, so, stupid, for holding out for so long.
when viktor divides, jayce connects, pressing just a touch more as they go through the little adjustment pains of scraping and bumping teeth before hitting good rhythym. maybe he should hold him— which comes rather quick when viktor tries to adjust his standing; a steadying second hand is placed right on top of viktor's ribs on one side of him, making sure to ease the weight off his disabled leg, or, give him the liberty to sit. jayce is going to just go right after him anyway.
his fingertips are his hair, curly little flips of locks that are as soft as he thought they were. as jayce continues their kiss, a finger spins around one of the locks in a slow, swirling motion. he'd alwats loved it when viktor was in deep thought and played with his hair. now he can finally test it out for himself. ]
when viktor divides, jayce connects, pressing just a touch more as they go through the little adjustment pains of scraping and bumping teeth before hitting good rhythym. maybe he should hold him— which comes rather quick when viktor tries to adjust his standing; a steadying second hand is placed right on top of viktor's ribs on one side of him, making sure to ease the weight off his disabled leg, or, give him the liberty to sit. jayce is going to just go right after him anyway.
his fingertips are his hair, curly little flips of locks that are as soft as he thought they were. as jayce continues their kiss, a finger spins around one of the locks in a slow, swirling motion. he'd alwats loved it when viktor was in deep thought and played with his hair. now he can finally test it out for himself. ]
[ Despite the conversation leading up to this, it all feels so sudden and overwhelming. Jayce's hands cover so much of him where they come to rest, dwarfing Viktor's waist and neck just by proximity. The fingers in his hair are his favorite part, sweet and innocent in the way they play through the strands and tug gently at Viktor's scalp.
Shivering, feeling his lungs fight for air, he tries to break free of the kiss to pant for breath. It makes him shake for other reason, cursing his weak body that can't even keep up with something as simple as kissing, kissing Jayce after pining for him and for his sweet lips. ]
Shivering, feeling his lungs fight for air, he tries to break free of the kiss to pant for breath. It makes him shake for other reason, cursing his weak body that can't even keep up with something as simple as kissing, kissing Jayce after pining for him and for his sweet lips. ]
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