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Viktor was used to having bad days — Days where the Hextech project hit a snag and stumped both himself and Jayce for hours or a miscalculation caused a spark that fried something; Jayce would just smile and laugh and beamed that they had all the time in the world to fix it. Days where the dull, easily ignored ache in his leg turned to a sharp, searing pain that had him gritting his teeth, grunting, and readjusting in his chair every few minutes in an attempt to ease it. Unfortunately, Jayce's bright smile and encouraging words did little to alleviate his pain.
Today was such a day. His leg hurt more than usual, and as the pain poked and sparked up the back of his calf for hours, it drained his energy and sapped his patience even more. He was normally very compliant and non-confrontational, but he'd even snapped at Jayce for simply requesting a copy of his notes, which Viktor promptly apologized for and let him use his notes while he refocused his mind elsewhere.
It was shortly after that incident that Jayce suggested to Viktor that he take the rest of the day off. There were a few hours left in the day but Viktor always stayed until the last minute, often falling asleep at his desk only to be found by Jayce or one of the assistants the following morning. Viktor insisted that he was fine, but Jayce insisted harder with the threat to drag him to his room if he didn't go willingly.
Viktor knew that Jayce wasn't bluffing when he saw the intense expression in his narrow eyes. So he acquiesced, gathered his bag, and indignantly left the lab.
His dorm was simple despite being Heimerdinger's assistant for years. Viktor was not one for material things so the dorm was cold and bare with little signs that someone lived there permanently. There was a kitchen connected, as was given to all academy staff who lived on the premises, and a small bedroom with basic furniture. Aside from a potted golden pothos plant at the corner of the desk, there were no signs of life in the bedroom; nothing with a personality that indicated that it was Viktor's room.
Shrugging his shoulder, Viktor unceremoniously dumped his bag onto the chair, leaned his cane against the desk, then slumped onto the edge of the bed. As hastily as he could, he unfastened the straps of his leg brace and let it crumble to the floor in a pile, then kicked off his shoes. His trousers followed along with his vest and tie, leaving him in only his underwear, socks, and shirt, the last of which he had unbuttoned completely.
With a sigh and soft grunt, Viktor flopped onto his back, head cushioned by a red pillow, and stared at the nondescript ceiling. It felt nice to strip after a long day, especially one of pain; he almost felt okay now that he got to unwind, but there was a sense of guilt that gnawed at his chest and he worried the inside of his lip.
"I shouldn't have snapped at Jayce like that..." he grumbled to no one, resting a hand idly over his belly then.
Golden eyes blinked slowly as air emptied from his lungs in a long breath that left his chest concave. Carefully he stretched his legs and felt the tendons and muscles in his thighs strain before relaxing, grunting at the oddly pleasurable sensation it brought.
"Especially since he's looking out for me..." he muttered once again. His eyes slid open to the ceiling once more, narrow and beginning to blur. "Jayce..."
Viktor had a lot of patience; the endurance to withstand the stress of his field of work; he had to when the success rate of scientists was so low, facing failure after failure. So maybe it was how hard he had been working recently, the lack of having an outlet for his stress, or maybe it was simply how unknowingly attractive Jayce was as he worked. Or maybe it was all of it combined. But at that moment, Viktor felt something come over him — a feeling that he'd beaten down months ago for the sake of professionalism.
Arousal. A frustratingly strong attraction to Jayce Talis.
Now alone in his room, the stress and pain of his body paired with his diminishing mental fortitude left him with a familiar sensation that coiled in the lower regions of his belly. With a slight grimace and shift of his hips, he groaned knowingly as his fingers slipped down to the hem of his underwear. They didn't dip inside yet but instead grazed over the front. He palmed his crotch and felt the shape of his cock still flaccid beneath, but with that twist in his belly only increasing, he knew it wouldn't remain calm for long.
Viktor was not a very sexually active person. He wasn't very interested in it, least of all involving another person; it offered nothing to him, he thought it was a very basic desire and, honestly, he had better things to do with his time. At least, that's what he tried hard to make himself believe, especially over the past several months. That's not to say he never indulged in some self-love or the idea of some nondescript man taking him and doing all the work for him, usually as a result of long hours in the lab. It was a method to relieve stress and force his body to feel the euphoria of climax, to cause the biological chemical reactions in his brain and body that eased his pain and helped him sleep. It wasn't exactly the healthiest way of thinking and he unknowingly trained his mind and body to see orgasm as the goal of anything sexual, but he never cared to change it as it wasn't something immediately important to him.
That all changed when he met Jayce. Even from the beginning — the moment they flickered on a cracked oil lamp in Jayce's half-destroyed workroom and Jayce began to rant and ramble about Hextech, oscillations, confluxes, magic, and runes; the way his eyes sparkled with such a renewed life after milliseconds away from death — it struck something deep within Viktor that he hadn't expected that night. The way that Jayce spoke about his work was incredibly attractive, and maybe it was because Viktor shared his dream and was personally invested in it, but he could listen to Jayce talk about Hextech for hours and be completely content.
He recalled that night so clearly but it had a sensual filter over it as he closed his eyes, his hand slowly began to palm himself through his underwear, the touch through the fabric bringing a unique, different sensation. It had been a while since he'd touched himself, a few weeks, maybe a month? He didn't know and honestly, he wasn't keeping track of such things.
He felt the shape of his shaft as it hardened under his svelte fingers, his legs spread slightly, then he dipped his fingertips under the hem of his boxers that was raised a bit due to his cock standing up more. His fingers grazed through the short, trimmed hair on his groin that climbed toward his belly button, then down more to reach his penis.
"Ah..." came a soft sound from his lips, barely audible as his cold fingers brushed against his comparatively heated flesh. It was business as usual and he began to lazily stroke in small, noncommittal motions.
There wasn't a lot of space in his boxers to move and eventually, that frustrated him so he briefly stopped and brought himself to a sitting position against the pile of pillows at the head of his bed. Within a few seconds and awkward shifting, he pushed his underwear to his knees, bent one, and lifted his leg out, the boxers still around the other ankle.
Fingers wrapped around his shaft once more and he gave a few slow strokes. His shoulders slumped down as a soft breath left him, his body warming with the growing arousal that swirled in his groin; he was finally relaxing into what he was doing to himself.
It took him a minute to find a motion that felt remotely good, but once he found it, his toes curled and he tilted his head back with a quiet moan. His hand tightened and he repeated that motion, again and again, chasing that sensation because he knew it would lead him to climax.
But he didn't take the time to let his body build arousal, only wanted to force an orgasm so the chemicals would react and make him destress. It wasn't how self-love was meant to be, it wasn't fair to him, but that never before stopped him from rubbing himself raw until he felt nothing, left dissatisfied and frustrated.
There was nothing to slick his skin yet the sensation that sparked through his body as he peeled his foreskin back made him shudder, the muscles in his thighs tensed, and he squeezed his hand, then gasped at the warmth of his palm. Working his hand down to the tip, he began to squeeze in a downward motion, 'milking' his cock as he tilted his head back. His thumb pressed to the top of the head and pressed down, then rubbed in a slow circular motion, which caused his breathing to hitch slightly.
He was starting to feel better, but he was nowhere near orgasm yet, and that was the frustrating part. He only wanted to feel that release and get it over with so he could sleep. His impatience led him to tug on his flesh, thinking if he applied enough pressure to that sensitive spot near the tip, he'd cum. Alas, all it did was make that spot desensitized to the touch, raw, and he felt what little pleasure he'd built fade away. With a frustrated groan, he put his arm over his forehead and bit his bottom lip to the point of a spike of pain, and continued to stroke and pull.
The human mind was unpredictable — Viktor was keener to that fact than most people, yet he had no way of predicting it. He couldn't ascertain why certain environments or situations provoked certain reactions or memories other than the all-encompassing fact that humans were strange and complex creatures; he knew that humans reacted to stimulation, but not the intricate and multilayered reasons of why or how that depended so heavily on each person's life journey and experiences.
The boring, tedious thoughts that he dwelled on for far too long in attempts to answer his own questions.
Sometimes the brain simply brought on thoughts, be it distant memories from a decade past, the recollection of his lab partner so delicately moving his fingers as he adjusted sensitive parts of equipment or the way he brushed crumbs or liquid from his lips while they ate lunch together.
Viktor didn't know why the thought became a visual that played on the inside of his eyelids, but he was very aware of the tightening sensation it caused in his lower belly. His fingers instinctively twitched as they worked, he squeezed his hand a fraction tighter as he imagined that it was Jayce's hand instead, and he tilted his head to the side as if to allow Jayce the space to kiss his neck like he was there in the room with him.
"Fuck..."
His body heated up more than usual. That same feeling in his groin twisted tighter now while thoughts of his partner flashed in his head. Mundane things from how his lips would go a bit crooked and curl at the corners in a cute way when an experiment went a bit wrong, the jovial laugh that followed it, how his shirt rode up his stomach when he reached up high and inadvertently showed off his abs that had no right to be so perfect. Viktor had no idea his mind stored these memories; never realized how often he truly stared at Jayce in the lab.
All of that was abundantly clear, now.
"Jayce..." came the hushed mutter. He bit his lip harder as a moan tried to force its way out, but he managed to muffle it down into a pathetic whine instead. It was an embarrassing sound, one full of shame that only increased as he began to stroke himself more fluidly and with more fervor. The thought of Jayce was causing an interesting reaction in his body, one he never recalled feeling toward someone. It was the first time anyone had ever invaded his thoughts during these sessions; the first time the nondescript man in his fantasies had a face — and it took the very familiar form of Jayce.
"Ah..." Viktor gasped so softly, his hand freezing as he felt something slick on his skin. He hesitated for a moment, his finger curled and poked his sensitive slit with a twitch, then watched the thin thread of precum that stretched between his cock and fingertip. It was the first time it happened so quickly, and as a result of thinking of Jayce; that alone made Viktor's heart pound, a mix of excitement and shame blooming in his gut.
As his chest began to heave more, he began to stroke again, the precum making it much easier and much more pleasurable. His body was enjoying it. Sinking into the pillows with a breathy gasp, Viktor pressed his thumb to the head of his cock and teased the underside with his fingers, causing more fluid to leak forth, then used that slickness to quicken his movements. One leg bent at the sudden spark of pleasure that shot through his body and made his toes curl, his hips snapped forward, chasing that sharp bead of pleasure that swirled around in his lower regions and made his skin prickle. All because of Jayce — those big hands, his body, his strong arms holding him up and...
/
Jayce knew that Viktor likely wanted to be left alone. It was unusual for the man to snap the way he did, but that was another reason why Jayce wanted to visit him; to make sure that he was okay since it was so unlike him. Viktor had left in such a hurry that he forgot a book that he typically kept with him — a personal notebook of sorts, so Jayce figured he'd return it. Besides, it provided the perfect cover to check in on him.
Stepping up to the door, Jayce took a breath. He didn't know why he was nervous. It wasn't the first time he'd been to Viktor's dorm, in the earlier days of Hextech, they'd often crash at Viktor's for research before they were officially sanctioned to use the lab's equipment.
Amid his thoughts, he rubbed his fingers over a key within his pocket. Being partners, however, Viktor had given Jayce a key to his dorm area should he ever need it for whatever reason, so that meant Jayce could come and go as he wished, right?. Still, usually, he came here with Viktor's knowledge — with him.
Deciding against it, Jayce pulled his hand from the key and out of his pocket, then gave a series of gentle knocks on the door.
He waited a few moments. And silence.
He knocked again, this time a louder rap on the wood rather than a gentle knock.
Not a squeak came from beyond the door.
"Hm," Jayce hummed to himself. "Maybe he's sleeping?" he thought and looked at the doorknob with narrow, contemplative eyes. Rationally, he knew he should go back to the lab and leave Viktor's notebook on his desk so he would have it in the morning, but the irrational, selfish side of his brain wanted to see Viktor and make sure that he was okay.
He reached back into his pocket, fished out the key, then unlocked the door. There was a little bit of hesitation as he gripped the knob, the last opportunity that he gave himself to think it over before entering.
Upon opening the door, the first thing he noticed was how dark it was. There were no lights on, only the evening sun shimmering its setting rays through one of the windows in the living space. Quietly he shut the door behind him and inhaled. Jayce's heart was pounding slowly with anxiety; as if he shouldn't be there. A glance to the right made it obvious that no one was in the small kitchen area, so he figured Viktor really must be sleeping.
Even with that thought, however, he had to make sure.
Right?
With a light step, Jayce made his way down the small hall that led to the bathroom and Viktor's bedroom. From the hall, he could see that Viktor's door was slightly ajar, which only further supported Jayce's theory that Viktor was asleep. But he didn't turn around and leave. He wanted to see him.
Approaching the doorway quietly, a sound tickled Jayce's ears. A soft grunt of sorts, definitely Viktor's vocal timbre, but it was muffled. It was then that Jayce leaned in, peeked between the small crack in the doorway, and saw an unbelievable sight that left him flushed dark red. Instantly he felt his throat dry and he forced himself to swallow, his shirt collar constricting around his neck as his whole body felt hot.
Viktor was sitting up against some pillows at the head of his bed, sunken into them with his shoulders raised to his jaw. He had his head tilted back, his face flushed bright pink, and his lips parted as soft moans escaped between them. His chest was tinted red, legs arched and spread wide so everything could be seen, his belly undulating with his heavy breaths, and a hand was around his cock stroking and squeezing toward the tip before going back to the base.
Jayce felt like he was suddenly in the forge — heat so strong it felt like it was melting him from the inside, albeit that warmth was concentrated in his lower regions. He'd never seen Viktor look like that before, although it wasn't something he should have seen; people don't normally know what their best friend looks like in the middle of pleasure, and goodness did he look adorable.
Jayce knew he should have looked away; that he should leave and return the notebook later, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of Viktor pleasuring himself; he was mesmerizing and beautiful, the way the shimmering light from outside shone through the blinds and made streaks across his body, warmly illuminating his skin and making the layer of sweat very obvious.
Viktor arched his back, his eyes closed and his mouth agape with more cute and lewd sounds as he touched himself, the staccato, almost surprised-sounding gasps that he let out when a particular touch felt good. Jayce felt his breath pick up and he brought a hand over his mouth to lessen the chance of being heard, his trousers growing shamefully tight as he watched.
Just when Jayce thought it couldn't get better, Viktor's eyes opened a sliver and he glanced down at his writhing body. His hand was sticky and slick; it was messy but so much easier to touch, skin slipping fluidly across skin. His free hand came up and groped at his pec, a finger pressed to his nipple before he then pinched it between his thumb and finger.
"Jayce..." Viktor moaned and tilted his head back as thoughts of Jayce sucking at his nipple filled his fantasies.
Jayce froze completely then, his heart felt like it was reaching a dangerous amount of beats per minute but he...he didn't mishear that, right? Viktor — his brilliant, smart, funny, adorable, sexy partner — Viktor really just moaned his name while masturbating.
Jayce fought the urge to step into the room. He knew it would terrify Viktor and make him uncomfortable. Of course, it would; if the roles were reversed, Jayce would be incredibly embarrassed and ashamed.
"Jayce— Jayce... Al...most— Ah..." Viktor choked out desperately, his hand quickening but becoming sloppier as he chased his climax, back arched as his thighs trembled. Jayce's eyes went wide, his heart raced in his chest as Viktor said his name once more. Was he really about to watch his best friend have an orgasm? It wasn't right, but he couldn't look away.
Everything suddenly came to a stagnant halt. Viktor gave a frustrated growl as he squeezed his cock, but there was no orgasm; no buildup of pleasure finally released, no satisfaction — only Viktor grunting as he stroked at his still-hard erection as a final desperate attempt to make himself cum. Jayce heard what sounded almost like a muffled sob then as the man tugged at himself in vain. After a few seconds, Viktor sat up in bed and ran a hand through his messy hair, looking frustrated and so distraught.
"Fuck... I'm sorry..." Viktor muttered to himself, his voice strained like another sob was in his throat. He stared down at his hand that was still shiny with precum, his palm trembling.
The apology, although the man didn't know it, was for Jayce.
Jayce swallowed and felt a pain develop in his chest. Viktor couldn't orgasm? Was he alright? Jayce's mind raced with worried thoughts about his health, but he couldn't barge in and ask as much as he wanted to reach out; how badly he wanted to touch him. How would he even explain that he'd been watching? Viktor wouldn't even want to associate with him after that.
Finally doing what he should have done minutes ago, Jayce stepped back a little from the door and then as quickly and quietly as he could, he headed back toward the living space. Jayce ran a hand down his face and knocked loose some of his gelled hair, his other hand clutching Viktor's notebook tight. His cheeks were hot but he had begun to calm down and his breathing finally slowed to a controllable rhythm. Still, there was the issue of the very apparent tent in the front of his trousers.
With a groan at himself, Jayce placed the notebook on the small table in the room, then left.
The door closing made Viktor jolt out of his messy, incoherent thoughts and he looked toward the entrance of his bedroom.
"Hello...? Is someone there?" he called out, then coughed weakly. Curious and a bit concerned, he pulled his underwear over his now softening cock and did up a few buttons of his shirt, then using his cane he wandered into the living space. Everything was seemingly as he left it, but he knew he heard the door. Checking it he quickly found that it wasn't locked, and he knew he locked it when he came home.
With a bit of fear growing in his belly, he quickly scanned the area for anything different — for signs of an intruder or anything missing, and that was when his eyes fell on the notebook that was on the table. He went over to it and picked it up.
"I left this in the lab..." he muttered to himself, then gasped, snapping his eyes to the door again. "Jayce...?" he wondered aloud. Jayce was the only one with a key to his quarters, it had to be him.
Now the previous fear turned into a burning embarrassment.
"Did he...?" he asked nobody, didn't even have the will to finish his question, and slumped himself in one of the chairs as he cradled his forehead in his palm and gripped his cane with the other, sighing out as shame filled his body and burned his cheeks. He felt terrible about what he'd done. First, there was the disappointment that he couldn't even orgasm; it wasn't the first time it had happened but it felt worse this time. And now the immense amount of shame he felt for using Jayce's image like that.
What if he saw? Was a thought that flashed through Viktor's mind repeatedly and he groaned. To be caught doing something so obscene — even if it was in the privacy of his room — was incredibly embarrassing.
It was then that a new, stronger sense of shame hit him.
"What if he heard me...?" he trailed off, unable to finish the question properly. He'd said Jayce's name multiple times during his...session; begged for him so wantonly. He couldn't even imagine facing the man the following day.
But they had a project to complete; they had a job. And as much as Viktor felt humiliated and ashamed of his actions, he was an adult with feelings and desires and that was normal; granted those desires seemed to manifest more frequently as of late as a result of thinking of his lab partner, but he decided not to focus on that particular detail just then.
/
The following morning was awkward for both of them. Viktor assumed that Jayce saw and heard everything, while Jayce had to deal with the shame that he'd watched without Viktor knowing he was there. Jayce didn't get a lot of sleep that night, his mind jumbled with the image of Viktor sprawled out and his imagination ran with it as he dealt with his own arousal.
Viktor was first to the lab, as per usual of the two, and was busy with his thoughts on a new design, diligently sketching it in the notebook Jayce had returned to him. He'd managed to keep his mind fairly clear until he heard the hiss of the lab door opening behind him. With a glance over his shoulder, he saw Jayce come in and put his key away. They both then locked eyes, a noticeably awkward moment passed, then Jayce scuttled into the lab proper.
"Good morning," Viktor greeted after a few seconds in an attempt to be casual as if nothing was wrong.
"Morning," Jayce returned the greeting as he walked past Viktor at his desk. His voice sounded tight, clearly bothered by something, and Viktor could only assume what. He purposely scanned Viktor's space and immediately recognized the notebook he was sketching in. Jayce's face went pink and he shuffled to his own workspace.
A silent lab wasn't anything unusual. Jayce and Viktor both tended to fall into silence when deep in their projects, but it felt different for both of them this time, each for their specific reasons, but different nonetheless. Over time the tension faded, though was ever-present in the back of their minds.
Around midday, Jayce left to grab lunch snacks and drinks for them as he usually did. Viktor wondered if it was better to pretend none of it happened, especially since Jayce wasn't saying anything either. Or perhaps he was wrong and Jayce didn't see or hear anything, simply returned his book and never went further than the living room; although that wouldn't explain how weirdly avoidant Jayce was being.
They always sat together and ate, oftentimes Jayce stealing a small bit of whatever treat Viktor always got. It was part of their daily routine — simple playful banter that made it feel like they were childhood friends. However, this time Jayce was quiet, almost contemplative, and rarely making eye contact.
"How are you feeling?" Jayce eventually broke the silence and Viktor nearly inhaled his tea at the sudden sound of his voice. He cleared his throat then.
"I'm... I'm alright. Why?" he inquired. Jayce shifted awkwardly from his seat atop Viktor's desk.
"Yesterday..." Jayce started and broke off a piece of the muffin he was eating, popped it into his mouth, and chewed. The pause made Viktor nervous about what the rest of the sentence would be. "You seemed stressed. More than usual, I mean. I know the council is harping on us to finish the Hexgate design, but..." he looked down at the muffin in his hand, some crumbs falling off. "You just seemed more stressed than usual."
Viktor worried his lip, eyes narrowed on his muffin and he wondered if that was the only thing that Jayce was asking about. He gave a noncommittal shrug.
"I am stressed, I just... There's a lot on our plate..." Viktor offered the meager reason.
"You yelled at me," Jayce commented through slightly pursed lips.
Ah, there it was.
Viktor's eyes widened and he looked up to Jayce then. The man was meticulously pulling small pieces of the muffin off and eating it.
"I'm sorry," Viktor apologized and shifted uncomfortably. "I just— My leg was acting up more, the work from the council, I just— I'm sorry, you didn't deserve that, especially when you're only trying to help," he explained and let out a deep sigh. "I know I don't say it often, but I do appreciate you, Jayce."
Jayce still looked a bit pouty.
"Thank you," he replied but then shifted his eyes to Viktor. "But you should take better care of yourself. I can't deal with the council all on my own, I'll go crazy," Jayce said and gave a dramatic roll of his eyes and Viktor chortled.
"Funny how quickly they changed their minds about you," Viktor joked in that monotone manner he always did, then took a drink of his tea. It was a familiar tone, a familiar sort of banter; it was calming for both of them.
"You know you can always talk to me, right, V?" Jayce suddenly changed the topic and it made Viktor feel very warm.
"I... I know that..." Viktor replied timidly.
"No, I... I mean about... You know, personal things..." Jayce stammered, a hand at his forehead, his shoulders shifting in that obvious awkward way of his. Viktor was feeling it as well.
"I...don't know what you're talking about," Viktor feigned ignorance.
"I want you to take care of yourself, V," Jayce reiterated and slumped his shoulders down. "Even when it comes to, ah, you know..." he trailed off, cheeks red.
Viktor's jaw tightened. It was undeniably obvious that Jayce saw him last night — saw all of what happened. With a flustered sigh, Viktor placed his tea down on the desk but kept his fingers around it to ground himself and have something for his anxious fingers to pick at.
"You...saw me last night...right?" Viktor asked in that signature stilted way of his. Jayce made a soft noise of embarrassment and shifted on the desk, his thighs pressing together. "I thought so. It's...not something I want to discuss, but I should apologize for making you uncomfortable," he continued, taking a drink to try to calm himself. Jayce turned his head to him and blinked slowly.
"Wait... What?" Jayce spoke soft and slow.
"What...?" Viktor mimicked and tilted his head with a visible look of confusion on his features, his thin lips parting somewhat.
"I'm not uncomfortable by what you did, Viktor," Jayce clarified and Viktor blinked more.
"But...you saw?" Viktor inquired. Jayce fiddled with his fingers.
"I did, but that's not what I'm, ah...worried, I guess, about..." he tried to explain, though wasn't doing a very good job of it. "You didn't...look happy, when, um... It didn't look like it felt...good? And you didn't, erm... I, um..." Jayce went red as Viktor continued to stare at him, golden eyes desperate for an answer or an end to this conversation; probably the latter. Jayce then groaned loudly and palmed his face. "I want you to know that I'll help if you need it, okay?" he eventually spat the words out.
Viktor shifted back in his chair, straightened his shoulders a bit, a fingertip peeling back the sticker on the cup.
"Did...you just offer to help me masturbate?" Viktor bluntly asked. Jayce's ears matched his reddened cheeks then.
"Did... Did it sound like I did...?" Jayce quizzed furtively, a visible moue on his lips.
"Yes?" Viktor answered with a slight wobble of his head, brows furrowed now.
"Okay yes, I did, but not because I—" Jayce began to stammer more. "Listen, I don't want to make you uncomfortable—"
"A little late for that, don't you think?" Viktor bristled, his expression aghast and confused as to how this was supposed to help him; it just made him feel more shame than he already did.
Jayce grimaced. Well fuck, this wasn't going how he imagined it at all. Not that he'd even thought it through very much to begin with.
"I'm sorry, I just don't want you hurting yourself and you just— When you, it looked painful, I—!"
Viktor shot a glare at Jayce then. Jayce tensed and clutched the muffin in his hand a little too tight and it began to crumble. He'd never seen Viktor look like that before and it was shocking.
"Let me worry about my sex life, Jayce," Viktor's tone pitched lower and his accent thickened, his eyes flat with irritation. He stood up using his cane and turned away from his partner. "Just focus on Hextech," he finished and began to walk away.
"Wait, Viktor— Wh-Where are you going?" Jayce reached his hand out in a futile attempt to stop him, sliding off the desk in the process.
"I'm taking the rest of the day off. I... I cannot be here right now," Viktor answered shakily and scuttled toward the exit.
Jayce watched with consternation as Viktor left the lab, the large doors hissing as they closed behind him. Jayce sighed heavily, his cheeks burning still, and glanced to the desk where Viktor's tea had been abandoned, as well as the half-eaten muffin, and the notebook he'd returned yesterday.
"Good job, Talis," Jayce groaned at himself and slumped in the chair that Viktor was previously sitting in, then bumped his head against the desk hard enough to give him a dull pain for a few seconds.
He'd never seen Viktor so angry before and his expression was burned on the inside of his eyelids. It made him feel queasy, his small lunch threatening to escape. Jayce didn't want to offend or hurt Viktor — he only wanted to help, to let Viktor know that he could lean on him, to know that he was fine with him calling his name while touching himself. He knew that Viktor pushed himself too hard sometimes, and the man deserved to feel good. He supposed it wasn't a normal thing that work partners did... But that didn't stop him from wanting to.
Left to his embarrassment, guilt, and own wandering thoughts that made his cheeks a soft rosy color, Jayce moped around for a few minutes before doing as Viktor said and refocused himself on Hextech.