I’m starting a series called Orphaned WIPS for all my jayvik WIPs I either have paused or abandoned for a myriad of reasons.
I will do my best to tag all TWs but this is not AO3 and should be read at your own risk.
Glasses, 3k, Unfinished
Rating: Explicit
TW: alcohol, masturbation, masturbating in the same room with someone unaware
Viktor invites Jayce over to his apartment after Jayce’s apartment is flooded.
“Thanks again Vik, you’re a life saver.”Jayce said again as Viktor fished for his keys.
“Of course, I know you would do the same.” Standing outside his door, he tried to shake the small unease he had over inviting Jayce into his space. He didn’t invite people over often. His space, too small, too cramped for entertaining. Never mind that Jayce always seemed ready to invite him over to his place instead. It had never been an issue. But now...Jayce shifted his pack as Viktor opened the door for the two of them. “Did they say how long it would take to clear the water damage?”
“Mmm maybe a week, the flooding was really extensive.” Jayce set his bag down in the front hall and began to take in the space.
He really should have cleaned up, books sat scattered on almost every flat surface available. Half finished experiments and notes taking up the rest of the space. Others might find it cluttered, but to him this was just how it was.
Jayce slowly turned back to him, shooting him a thankful smile, “Seriously, thank you, I-”
“Jayce, if you say thank you one more time I will start throwing things. Hm?” It was strange seeing someone else in his apartment, but somehow Jayce didn’t seem out of place. But still he was a guest and it was the least he could do to make him feel at home. “So em, would you like something to drink?”
Jayce had wandered over to his bookshelf now, eyes roving the titles in his haphazard organizational system. “I’d hate to impose, but after today a stiff drink would be great.”
“Of course.” They didn’t have too many opportunities to drink together, but this was actually the perfect time to break out the gifted single cask liquor he had been nursing by himself.
He pulled it down from his kitchen all the while watching Jayce’s careful appraisal of his space. There wasn’t too much to see, his main living space containing his front hall, kitchen, and living room, the bed room and wash room on either side. He watched Jayce gently pull down a record or two, only to place them back where he found them. Pausing in front of the few framed portraits that he had, before going back over to his bookcase and studying it. Viktor joined him, bringing over their drinks.
“Ah thanks,” Jayce said, accepting the glass, “Is that a first edition Barkoff?”
Of all the author’s for Jayce to say, that one was not expected, “Em, I’m not sure.”
Jayce was already reaching up and pulling down the tome. It was a book of collected poetry. Viktor had learned that he was a bit morose by most of Piltover’s standards, but he had a certain way of framing hope in that darkness that left an impression on him.
Reverently Jayce opened the book to the book plate, “Ah there, it’s a second edition. This is still amazing. My mom was always a fan.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah, she read him a lot after my dad passed,” Jayce said quietly as he gently flipped the delicate pages to a seemingly random spot. “Tried to get me to appreciate it, but I think I was a little too young at the time.” he said, wrinkling his nose.
He gave Viktor a small sad smile before closing the book, “Actually would you mind if I kept this out? I’d love to read a bit tonight.”
“Of course.” He didn’t peg Jayce as one for poetry but he supposed they would both be learning a bit more about each other tonight.
“Thanks.” He tucked the book under his arm, and nodded towards the couch, “Shall we?”
After that, the night flew by. The alcohol did wonders to relieve any of Viktor’s lingering nerves, and for Jayce to feel right at home in someone else’s apartment. Going so far as to undo his tie and vest as the alcohol raised his temperature.
“You have to believe me, total accident! I didn’t even realize-” Jayce stopped mid sentence as Viktor’s clock rang out, signaling the first hour of the night. “Oh wow, that late already?”
“It would seem so,” Truth be told Viktor was getting a bit tired himself, “I might just turn in, you’re welcome to stay up if you like.”
“Oh sure...Yeah, maybe I’ll open up Barkoff for a bit.” His cheeks were a bit pink from the drink, and it softened him in a way Viktor rarely saw in the lab. It wasn’t often he saw a man as large as Jayce looking well...cute.
He excused himself to get ready for bed, prodding at that errant thought that crossed his mind. Jayce...being cute.
Over the years Jayce had become various things to him, at first a tentative bridge to greatness, then partner, then eventual friend. He had become someone very important to him, to the point where his involvement in his life was almost something he didn’t think about. His appearance, a non-issue. He was handsome, that was a given, so why did it seem that calling him ‘cute’ was a step too far? Jayce was fierce, and stubborn, a powerhouse, and yet... cute didn’t look too bad on him either.
He was still thinking it over, as he left the washroom, “If you-” but the words died in his throat.
Jayce was sitting on the couch, legs tucked up under him, a slight pink tint to his cheeks, as he perused the pages of his book. And sitting across the bridge of his nose was a very delicate pair of glasses. As his eyes roamed the page, a hand went up slowly to his slightly open mouth. His thumb moved towards his lips, as a delicate pink tongue extended and pressed itself against the pad of his thumb, before tucking itself away as he turned the page.
Why...
Why did he want that to happen again?
Jayce’s vision stuttered a bit, before seeming to realize he was being watched. He looked up with a lopsided smile, “Oh, hey. Did you- sorry did you say something? I think I got a little caught up in it.”
And the smile, Viktor could feel his breath catching... He was so warm. So stripped down. Not weighed down by obligations or deadlines. He had seen Jayce elated of course, but this was somehow different. The embodiment of a patch of sunshine.
“Em...I-” He had to look away, “I was just saying...” He closed his eyes. “The, em, washroom it’s free.”
“Oh alright!” Jayce said brightly, setting the book aside.
Viktor kept his eyes down as he made his way to the bedroom, but it didn’t help that Jayce put a hand on his shoulder as they passed. A small squeeze that normally would have been welcome, but now felt like a burn.
Even in his room he felt as though he had to dress for bed quickly lest Jayce walk in.
Walk in and do what exactly, hm?
That somehow gave him more pause, what was he afraid of? Jayce walking in and-
And
And
The thought of Jayce’s hands on his person. Fingertips grazing over skin. His large hands lingering, warming him up inside and out. All the while being watched by Jayce’s honeyed eyes, behind those delicate frames.
Oh no.
Quickly he buttoned his nightshirt, and started pulling out quilts and pillows. Something, anything, to busy himself away from that line of thinking. Of all the damnable times for his libido to insist on being front and center. It had just… been awhile. As soon as Jayce was out of his apartment he could make plans, call up old flames, to get whatever this was out of his system. But until then, he would just have to endure.
“Viktor.”
He turned to find Jayce standing in the doorway. Shirtless. His soft sleep bottoms, sitting obscenely low on his waist. Tearing his eyes away, somehow only made things worse however as he saw Jayce was still wearing his glasses, his disheveled hair falling boyishly on his face.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any tops big enough would you? I think forgot to pack one.”
“Erm,” his eyes dipped to scan across his well built chest before remembering he shouldn’t be staring. He flicked his eyes to the armoire, clothing, clothing, every thought seemed to be forming at a glacial pace, his clothing, he didn’t have anything big enough for Jayce. Nothing that he could also wear to bed at least. “Apologies, no, I don’t think I do.”
“Ahh,” Jayce let out in a sigh, “I figured as much, just thought I would check. Thankfully it’s not too cold tonight. Maybe I can swing by Tolbertson’s tomorrow and pick one up.” He looked towards the mass of quilts and pillows and smiled, “Those for me?”
“Erm, yes. I thought perhaps you could take the couch.”
Jayce’s brow wrinkled slightly, “Viktor I don’t think I can fit on your couch. But this is more than enough for the floor, I’ll just sleep next to you.”
The fluttery nervous feeling intensified as Jayce breezed past and started unfolding the quilts into a makeshift pallet.
“I don’t think that will be comfortable. Surely the sitting room would be more-”
“V, it’s okay, really!” Jayce looked over his shoulder, “Plus this way it will be more like a sleepover. More fun, you know?”
Viktor didn’t have the heart, or the courage, to tell him how he really felt, so he watched as Jayce assembled in silence then got into bed himself.
“Do you normally go to bed right away or…” Viktor looked over to see Jayce had brought the book in with him and was settling down beside him.
“I- “ well, best not to tell Jayce what he actually did before bed, “I can stay up for a bit.”
“I just, well, I noticed you had a bookmark in one particular poem, I was wondering, is it a favorite?”
Viktor couldn’t recall the particulars but he might have done something like that, “Read it?”
Jayce pushed up his glasses and read,
“I cannot see you,
Though I wish it were not so
I remember when your light
Enchanted and so blinded me
Lead me through field and pasture
Through bramble and branch
Atop the hills and mountains
Seeing sights I could nare dream
A beacon
Through my heart
We were twin stars
So preoccupied with my change
I barely noticed you
Burning
Up
And away
Out of sight
I hold the light now
For both of us”
Viktor remembered the poem now. It was probably about the death of his first wife. It was good but certainly not a favorite.
“I’m actually not sure why that one is bookmarked. That poem is fine enough… but em I think I prefer the one with the sunrise?” He had trouble recalling the specifics, but reading it always felt like the metaphorical clouds were parting. It was hopeful.
“Dawn Untread?”
“I believe so.” He looked down to see Jayce looking up at him.
“I like that one too.” He smiled shyly and turned back to the book. “Don’t worry I won’t be up too long. I’ll probably pass out before I realize it.”
Viktor wished he could relate. The sudden jarring flash of attraction to his partner had sent his heart and mind into free fall. He lay back and trained his eyes on the ceiling. He had to move past this. How on earth was he going to host Jayce for several more days, not to mention working with him for eight hours. At least this week they would be wrapped up in individual projects. Jayce was handling the outsourcing of some of the more larger hexgate pieces, and he was focusing on power storage configuration. Yes, maybe that could take his mind off things.
The problem was the storage needed to be both compact but allow cooling from air flow. Underground storage could work, however Piltover already stood on dubious ground, ironically Zaun, had a stronger foundation from which to dig. Which it used to great effect with the lanes.
Pitover did have height however, perhaps a vertical configuration would be more conducive to their needs. He ruminated on this for a bit until out of his peripheral vision he saw a hand reaching for his side table lamp.
“Jayce?” The hand groped the base unsuccessfully.
He looked over the side to see Jayce sleepily peering up at him, “Oh Viktor! I thought you were asleep.”
“Would you like me to turn out the lamp?” Jayce’s fingers were still quite a few millimeters away.
“Yes please.” He didn’t quite withdraw his fingers, even as Viktor flipped the switch. The temptation to reach out and brush them in the dark crossed his mind. But lasted only a moment as Jayce’s hand moved back into the darkness.
It was quiet, Jayce softly rustled against his blankets, then said a quiet, “Goodnight Viktor.”
It was so sweet and shy, it took him a moment to realize he should respond. “Goodnight Jayce.”
He rolled back to staring at the ceiling and held himself very still on the bed. Mind jumping between that soft ‘good night’ and the work that needed to be done in the coming week.
It didn’t take long for him to hear Jayce lightly snoring, a small rattle at the back of his throat, even and regular.
He was so achingly close. It had been a while since he had hosted another man in his bedroom. The sounds were both a comfort and a stressor.
He was so close. He rolled onto his side as quietly as he could manage. Jayce lay there, head tilted away, mouth slightly open, his unstyled hair gently cascading down his forehead. It seemed he had fallen asleep with his glasses on, sitting askew on his handsome face.
He looked so different. This was a far cry from the put together partner he saw nearly every day. The hard headed, forthright, scientist, he collaborated with. This was…
He looked like the type of men who usually caught his eye. Soft, shy, sweet, in the back of the library, eyes peering over their books a little too long to be just looking. More than once he had taken these young men out and then into his bed. They were like topside rain, clear, refreshing, and plentiful.
Jayce was none of these things. He was one in a million, complex, a hornets nest of ideas and plans, a million directions that all converged on a future he intended to carve in his image.
Sweet lovers were plentiful, but what would Jayce-
No.
Viktor scrambled back from the edge of the bed. Flinging himself onto his back, staring hard at the ceiling. He would not, could not, follow that line of thinking.
But.
He closed his eyes and there was Jayce. Smiling gently, hair softly tousled from it’s usual style, looking at him through those glasses. There was nothing terribly different about how he usually looked at him, but that was the problem wasn’t it? Jayce always looked at him like he was the world, often enough he chalked it up to Jayce’s straightforward nature. His expression betraying every facet of his thoughts. The genuine smile, the crinkle of his eyes, the look of someone who is happy to see you.
But now, those feelings, that sentiment seemed to morph. I’m happy to see you expressed as Jayce loomed over him. I’m glad you’re here, silently understood, as he touched his chest. Fingers raking down his sternum, I need you. Those eyes boring into him, unrelenting, transforming from shy, to determined, to lust, to-
Shit.
Shit. Shit shit shitshitshitshitSHIT. SHIT.
He was rock hard.
He felt so stupid.
Jayce was his partner. His friend. What the hell was he thinking? Imagining him- thinking of him like that. But he couldn’t shake it. Like a phantom the image flashed in his head. Jayce on his knees, hands on his thighs, spreading them, looking up at him shyly, hopefully, those damn glasses sliding down his nose-
Fuck.
There was nothing for it. He paused once again, holding his breath, listening to Jayce’s rhythmic breathing. If this errant idea wasn’t going to leave him he would just take care of it as quick as possible and be done with it.
He roughly shoved down his waistband and pulled out his cock. He was already so hard, even something rough and quick would tip him over the edge. It was easy enough to conjure up Jayce’s face as he began to pump. Jayce’s hands on his body, his shoulder, his back, his chest, surrounding him.
‘So good V’ Jayce said in his head.
A hot breath on the back of his neck, a strong broad chest being held against him. Mouth and teeth and tongue, nipping at his skin, he could almost feel the trail of bite marks and bruises Jayce was leaving along his body. His orgasm was building fast, just, one… more-
“Mmm V?”
The shock of an actual voice startled him into curling up like a dead bug. Knees and elbows tucking up to hide his embarrassment. He looked over to find Jayce blearily peering over the side of the bed, his glasses barely hanging off his nose. His heart dropped into his stomach and began to rot.
“Hey the floorsa little cold do you mind if ah-“ he mumbled before really taking a look at him. “What’s wrong?”
He wanted to die, sink into the bed, through the floors till he was underground choking on dirt. Buried alive hundreds of meters away from here. Away from Jayce and his stupid beautiful face and curious puppy dog eyes.
But of course that did not happen.
He winced and placed his cock back into his night clothes, trying not to make the movements too obvious. Jayce was looking at him,
—-
Jayce realizes Viktor was masterbating
—-
Jayce easily caught the pillow that was thrown, just another small humiliation on top of the very large pile. Viktor tucked up his knees and pressed his hands to his face. He felt as though he could combust.
“Are you…” Jayce said quietly, “embarrassed because I caught you? Or because it’s me?”
Viktor felt his stomach turn to lead, then sink lower and lower, until it seemed his intestines felt completely cold and crushed. His chest felt tight with shame, embarrassment, if Jayce had any decency he would leave. Let him ride out this humiliation on his own. But Jayce was tipsy, and too straightforward for his own good. He asked a question and wanted an answer.
“I-“ he could feel his voice croak. He cleared his voice and tried again. “I em, I’ve never seen you with glasses.”
“Oh…” Jayce said quietly, slightly confused. Then a second, more knowing, “Oh.”
Viktor raised his head, Jayce had a more pronounced blush now, and when they made eye contact he quickly looked away.
“Look, just- just give me moment, I’ll-“ he squeezed his eyes together, trying to get his brain to work. Think of something to make this better, “I’ll sleep on the couch. You can lock the door- Just, whatever makes you feel better-“
There was nothing to actually make this better though. He had screwed up well and thoroughly. He wouldn’t be surprised if Jayce wanted to find a motel instead. He acted like a creep, inviting him into his home, and doing that, acting like he was fifteen without a thought in his damn-
“Viktor.” Jayce said a bit loudly.
Viktor looked up to see Jayce staring at him. “Did you hear me?”
“Em, no, I didn’t.”
“I said, you don’t have to do that. You’re okay…I, um,” he fidgeted a bit looking at the floor, “well, wouldn’t mind helping.”
Viktor couldn’t comprehend it.
What.
What did that mean?
Helping. That- no. There was no conceivable way Jayce was actually suggesting what he thought.
Jayce looked up once, twice, letting out a nervous chuckle. “You okay? You look like I just solved the Diophantine equation.”
Viktor’s throat made a noise he wasn’t expecting, he closed his mouth and tried again, “What did you say?”
“I um, wouldn’t mind helping.” He shrugged, “I figure, I made you feel a certain way, so maybe I should help.”
“That-“ well frankly made no sense, not to mention was not a reason to help someone beat off to