the poll i posted asking about j/ayvik sneezing while hiding was almost tied between two options... so I figured why not write both!
here's 2.5k of allergic j/ayce attempting to stifle so he and v/iktor don't get caught. i plan on writing a fic with v/iktor as the sneezer soon!
i wrote the brunt of this at 3 AM so there may be grammatical errors and slight incoherence... but i wanted to post it anyways lol
It doesn’t take a genius to recognize that Jayce and Viktor don’t have much free time. Between their obsessive research in the lab, Jayce’s role as a councilmember, and the current state of Piltover and Zaun, their plates are full. Because of this time-poverty, the newly-realized couple often find themselves making out in empty rooms and halls of the academy. After all, they spend almost all their time in the lab, even developing the habit of sleeping in a small cot in the corner of the room. They don’t have the time for romantic evenings or extravagant dates, but they do have time for a quick fuck in an empty closet.
It doesn’t happen all that often, but after 15 hours straight of intensive research and a few drinks to end the night, Jayce and Viktor find themselves walking the halls yet again. Their pace is slow, melodious with the clicking of Viktor’s cane with every other step.
It’s a game to them, walking the halls until they find a deserted corridor or a closet where they can fulfill their needs. Sure, Jayce’s apartment would suffice— and it does, more often than not— but it doesn’t offer the same exhilaration that the threat of being caught poses.
Once the two of them find a secluded enough hall, Viktor places a hand on Jayce’s waist, silently signaling for him to stop. Viktor’s hand traverses his partner’s side attentively, feeling every muscle movement as he pulls Jayce closer.
“I believe we earned a break… do you not?” Viktor murmurs, his eyes already flicking to Jayce’s lips eagerly.
Jayce’s tongue slips out to wet his bottom lip, inviting Viktor to initiate a kiss, and he does exactly that. He closes the space between himself and Jayce, tugging Jayce’s collar down with a tight grip.
Jayce obliges without hesitation, slouching his posture as a large hand finds Viktor’s lower back. He lets Viktor lead the kiss, making sure to slouch enough that Viktor doesn’t have to stand on his tippy toes.
Before long, the couple finds themselves making out against the nearest wall, both doing their best to keep their breathing quiet. Viktor’s tongue continues to dance along with Jayce’s, occasionally teasing deeper into his mouth.
Viktor pulls away from the kiss, trying to restrain himself as Jayce becomes more vocal, “keep quiet,” he reminds his partner in soft reprimand. Jayce nods, wiping his mouth against the back of his hand. He freezes as he hears a tiny pitter patter of footsteps coming from down the hall.
Jayce’s eyes flick down to the slight tent of his pants and he blushes crimson. Noticing Jayce’s dilemma with a smirk of pride, Viktor gestures to the nearest door, “there.”
Jayce understands, immediately moving to open the door. The latch flicks downwards with a quiet click before swinging open. Luckily, the room is empty. Unluckily, it’s the smallest fucking closet Jayce has ever seen.
Jayce looks helplessly back at Viktor as the footsteps get closer, and Heimerdinger’s voice suddenly becomes audible, “Ah! I couldn’t agree more, Ms Medarda. I can’t begin to understand the trivials of…”
Viktor takes Jayce’s wrist, pulling him into the closet and shutting the door as quietly as possible. His body contorts to fit against Jayce’s, his back pressed against some sort of shelf, presumably one stocked with cleaning supplies or old files.
“By golly, you really believe that could be a possibility?” Heimerdinger's voice sounds from just outside the door, followed by Mel's voice, respectful as ever in the presence of another counselor.
Jayce shifts, attempting to lace an arm around Viktor’s waist. After a few seconds of uncomfortable maneuvering, Jayce manages to get his hand behind Viktor’s back. Immediately, he can feel Viktor lean back against the touch, bracing some of his weight against his partner.
Jayce blinks as his eyes begin to adjust to the darkness of the closet, the only light source being the crack between the door and the marble flooring. He looks around— as much as he can— and whispers, “is this some sort of storage closet?”
Viktor just tuts in response, letting a few seconds of silence pass before he responds, “you’re terrible at whispering,” almost inaudibly.
Jayce can’t help but grin, giving Viktor’s waist an affectionate squeeze. He waits, listening to Mel and Heimerdinger’s conversation and waiting for their voices to pass by…. except they don’t. They seem to have halted just in front of the door.
“Perfect,” Viktor mumbles sarcastically, moving his bum leg to the right in an attempt to prop himself up more comfortably. He winces as he accidentally kicks an old box, cringing internally at the audible ‘thud’. He bites his tongue to stop himself from gasping in pain, pins and needles surging from his ankle to his femur.
“I’ve got you,” Jayce murmurs softly, offering Viktor more support and receiving a quiet hiss of discomfort from his partner. He’s about to offer further aid when he feels a prickling sensation bloom in his sinuses.
It starts small, causing him to sniffle and wrinkle his nose in frustration. Viktor doesn’t notice, still focused on adjusting his position.
Much to Jayce's displeasure, the itching sensation worsens as they listen to the counselors talk outside. “C-hhhH-ome on, move along,” Jayce whispers, burying his nose in Viktor’s shoulder and praying the counselors continue down the hall.
Viktor tenses at the touch, swallowing as he feels Jayce’s nose twitch against his collarbone.
“Don’t you dare,” Viktor mutters quietly, knowing exactly what the appendage’s twitching entails.
“hhH-heh,” Jayce’s breath hitches and he buries his face further into the folds of Viktor’s shirt. Viktor can feel his abdomen swell with an infectious heat. He raises his right arm, draping it over Jayce’s shoulder and bending it at the elbow so he can tangle his hand in Jayce’s hair. He hears a little gasp of surprise, and quickly forces Jayce’s head further into his collar to muffle the sound.
His timing couldn’t have been better; the small gasp was enough to turn the teasing itch into an urgent burning in the base of Jayce’s nose. Jayce sucks in a muffled breath before pulling Viktor closer with the arm hooked around his waist. Jayce’s shoulders shudder as he stifles a sneeze into the folds of Viktor’s collar, “hhGSXXht!”
By Jayce’s standard of stifling, it’s relatively quiet, but it’s still audible despite his best efforts. Viktor bites his lip, having felt every movement Jayce made as he stifled. He swallows a gasp as Jayce’s thigh presses between his legs, threatening to break his thinning composure.
“Jayce,” Viktor hisses, his arousal starting to make itself evident as his pants tighten. All Viktor receives in response is a stuttered, “hhh-h’EHh-“
Viktor pushes Jayce’s head down again, just in time for Jayce to muffle a poorly stifled, “hhHNGXX’Tshc!”
Viktor silently curses as he hears a lull in the conversation happening in the hall, holding his breath and straining his ears. After a moment, he hears Mel’s voice clearly through the door, “Professor, may I ask your opinion on-“
“hhHh’ih,” Jayce’s voice catches in a barely muffled gasp. His nostrils are flaring with every inhale he takes, his nose beginning to drip onto the collar of Viktor’s favorite work shirt.
“Hold back,” Viktor whispers. It’s an order, obviously, but Jayce knows it’s not just for the sake of staying hidden. He knows just how arousing this is for Viktor. In fact, he can feel its physical manifestation pressing into his upper thigh.
“hhehH’hh….” Jayce’s chest expands against Viktor’s with the shaky inhale, his hand gripping the fabric of Viktor’s shirt with the hand supporting his lower back. Viktor swallows a moan, his hips pushing further against Jayce as he’s pressed back into the wall.
Viktor struggles to move the arm draped over Jayce’s broad shoulder. He lets out a huff of frustration, his elbows unable to bend and extend easily in such a tightly knit room. He had been attempting to shift his position from cradling Jayce’s head to pinching his nose— God knows Jayce can only stifle for so long, and Viktor refuses to get caught like this. It would be juvenile to be discovered, surely added to the long list of prejudices people hold against him.
Jayce presses his nose against Viktor’s collarbone, entirely focussed on suppressing the rapidly increasing need to sneeze. It’s no easy feat; Jayce’s build ups are typically vocal and undeniably desperate, but they’re especially itchy when dust is the irritant, “hhHhH- nguhhhH’eh- hhuhH!”
Viktor manages to move enough so he can pinch his thumb and forefinger around Jayce’s nose. His stomach pools with hot arousal as he feels Jayce’s nostrils flare against his hold.
“guhhH’hh,” Jayce pants against Viktor’s palm, the sound just barely muffled well enough to remain unnoticed by the counselors on the other side of the door. Viktor’s pants are beginning to feel much tighter, his body thrumming head to toe with desire. The feeling of Jayce’s breath against his skin does nothing to help him in maintaining composure.
With a final vocal, “hhhEHh,” Jayce’s body submits to its need, forcing his eyes shut as he stifles a sneeze into Viktor’s hand, “hhHNNGT’ksch!”
Viktor’s head falls forwards, an almost inaudible moan slipping through his lips despite his attempts to restrain himself. He typically prides himself on his ability to stay quiet when he wants to… but having Jayce desperately stifle against his pinched fingers while hiding in a much-too-small closet? God… he is so fucked.
Jayce’s nose is apparently dissatisfied with the stifle, immediately buzzing in protest of the suppressed expulsion. Jayce swears he can feel the dust lining the inner walls of his nose, encouraging the tantalizing itch to swell with every hitch, “hhhhH’gh… nghhhH’uhhh…”
Jayce dares to sniffle as he feels a bead of liquid begin to slip out onto Viktor’s thumb. Instantly, he knows he made the wrong choice. His mouth parts with an especially loud, “hhHH- hHHHheh-“ before a half-stifled runt of a sneeze shudders through him, “hhHNGSSZXsch!”
Viktor freezes, listening intently as he hears Heimerdinger's voice pause in its rambling, “Did you hear something?”
There’s a few beats of silence, in which Viktor and Jayce's hearts pound with adrenaline, invigorated by the risk of being caught.
“I don’t believe so…,” Mel responds, “you were saying?”
Viktor lets out a breath of relief, but it’s short lived as Jayce nuzzles his nose against Viktor’s hand. He can feel the liquid slowly seeping over the pads of his fingers, rubbing against his palm and staining it with an invisible dampness.
“hhHhh V-hhhiktor,” Jayce whines quietly, his voice audibly congested even in its muffled state.
“Shh,” Viktor tuts, unable to bear the utter lack of control in Jayce’s voice. His erection strains against his pants once again, throbbing in its tight confines.
“hhHnNGGSZX’Tt!-guhh’Uhh…” Jayce nearly fails to stifle the sneeze, even with the aid of Viktor’s fingers. He manages to swallow the expulsion at the end, a breathy groan following the shuddering sneeze.
“There it is again!” Heimerdinger’s voice chimes again, “How peculiar, you really didn’t hear it?”
Luckily— or unluckily, depending on how you see it— Mel recognizes the sound muffled through the closet door. She’s heard that noise before, having dated Jayce for a brief period of time and knowing just how grating his stifles are.
“It must be a sound carrying from down the hall,” Mel reasons, a good enough liar to make up an excuse on the spot.
“I just thought… I could’ve sworn! … Well, I suppose you’re right,” Heimerdinger concedes, adding, “I should be off! Meetings to attend, as always,” a moment later.
Viktor can feel Jayce’s posture slouch in relief, knowing he can’t manage to stifle any longer. The itch has worsened with every suppressed sneeze, his body aching to expel the allergen caught in his nose.
“It was lovely, as always,” Mel excuses politely, equally as grateful to have the conversation come to an end. After all… her curiosity is peaked.
Viktor and Jayce listen attentively as Heimerdinger’s footsteps recede down the hall, the soft pitter patter fading into the distance. Without any further warning, Jayce sucks in an urgent gasp, “hhHHH’eh- hhHHDSZXHCHhhew! hhH’uhh… nghhH- hhHHNGSXCHhhh’uh!”
Viktor moans quietly, the sound drowned out by the sheer volume of Jayce’s sneezes. The second sneeze follows the first with only a few unhelpful hitches between.
Mel smirks at the sound of Jayce’s expulsions, her suspicions confirmed. She opens the door, looking shamelessly at the couple pressed closely against each other.
Jayce lifts his head from Viktor’s shoulder, glancing at Mel with bleary, watery eyes.
“You two are in quite the predicament,” Mel comments teasingly, one eyebrow raised as the lab partners flush with embarrassment.
“M- hhhH- Mel we- hh’Huh we’re n-hh- hhHHRRSXCCHhhhew- snDFF- nodt-,” Jayce’s voice trails off, his stubborn attempts to speak halted in the face of another sneeze, “hhhHHSXCHXHhh!”
“Bless you, Counselor Talis,” Mel murmurs politely, smiling as she watches the helpless display. She turns to Viktor with a coy expression, “might I suggest the storage rooms on the third floor. They’re far more spacious, not to mention less dusty.”
Viktor’s brain, typically quick witted, stalls at the suggestion. He’s too speechless as having been caught to form an entirely coherent thought, “Right. Er… thank you.”
“Of course,” Mel offers, as if she was simply lending advice on the directions to a nearby coffee shop. She pointedly makes no comment on Viktor’s obvious erection, as well as Jayce’s partially unbuttoned shirt.
“I’ll leave you two be,” she murmurs, and before either Jayce or Viktor can muster up a response, the door swings closed again.
“That was…” Jayce rasps, snuffling against Viktor’s shoulder once again.
“Humiliating,” Viktor substitutes, receiving a nod of agreement from Jayce.
“And exhhhileratinhhHGGSZZXHSCHhh! exhilarating,” Jayce admits, spraying Viktor’s neck and shoulder with the unrestrained sneeze.
“Why don’t we go back to your place,” Viktor purrs, his hips bucking against Jayce’s, “to avoid any further interruption.”
Jayce nods eagerly, straightening up and passing Viktor his cane as he opens the door. He groans as more dust gets kicked up, quickly stepping out into the hall and taking in a deep breath.
The clean air is admittedly much less bothersome, but the damage to his sinuses has already been done. “hhHhhngh- hhHh- e’hhHHEH-“
Viktor exits the closet, shutting it behind him before looking at his partner. Jayce has both hands steepled over his nose, his eyebrows knit together in a desperate haze and his eyes squeezed shut. He pitches forwards with a spraying, “hhHZZZSCHhhew!”
His hands offer little to no cover, the mess of the sneeze lingering in the air for a moment. He sniffles wetly, blinking allergic tears and looking at Viktor.
All Viktor can think about is getting home and… tending to Jayce in every way he can imagine. And the two of them end up doing exactly that, going home and riding out the brunt of the allergic fit together.
tbh i don't love this fic, but i'm hoping someone else will!
i'm still working on the asks i've received, but my writing inspiration is starting to dwindle so if anyone has any j/ayvik or c/ait/vi snz scenarios or prompts... please send them my way! (or zaun/dads)
