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The first time Jayce had ever received a free drink at the club from a stranger, it was a nice surprise.

He was at Topside, an exclusive lounge down the street from Piltover State University. It’s always bustling with throngs of people on Friday nights. Named one of the few places where, no matter where you are from – Piltover, Noxus, Zaun, wherever – you could feel like you belong in the high-class society of one of the top-rated elite universities in Runeterra. 

And the half-priced green tea shots on Fridays were also a pretty neat incentive for you to waste your money.

Vi had reserved a table and top-shelf bottle service months ago when she and Cait finally pried out of Jayce what he wanted to do for his birthday. His twenty-fifth birthday, to be exact. 

A quarter of a century, and all he wanted to do was stay home, order take-out, and play video games until the sun rose the next day. It’s the one day he allowed himself to do so, as any other day was dedicated to his rigorous study schedule. 

Jayce really did not want to make it a big deal. It’s a birthday. He’s had twenty-four of them, and he’ll hopefully have many more. He’ll just entertain Caitlyn and Vi for a few hours and go home before midnight, he thought.

But when they confidently walked into Topside, and the bartenders brought him a bottle of Smirnoff Ice and danced around with sparklers while he got on his knees and chugged, he lost all hope of it being a “chill night with his favorite lesbian couple” like Vi claimed it would be.

Fat fucking chance.

An hour and a half into being there, Jayce was a Smirnoff Ice, two green tea shots in, and a free Cosmopolitan, riding on a fuzzy cloud of bliss. 

When he received a free drink a second time that night (from the same man who bought him the first one), it was still just as nice, if not better, than the first time. 

It began to raise suspicions, though. The motives – unclear. But then again, free drinks? What’s an in-debt graduate student like himself supposed to do when offered free things on his birthday other than say hell yeah?

Jayce gave the waiter who brought it to him a very hefty tip and drank that second Cosmo to its very last drop. When he caught eyes with the man who had bought him the drink – the slim, ash-brown-haired man with beautiful blonde highlights sitting by the barside – he raised the last of it in the air as a toast and tossed it back. 

The other does the same with his own drink, a charismatic smile pulled on his lips. Jayce was too far in to even care about the sticky liquid that trickled over his chin and down his neck as he chugged. He did, however, take in the fact that the man by the bar looked thoroughly pleased, which is why Jayce assumed he had bought him another drink. 

Twenty minutes later, the waiter appears out of thin air and places the fresh glass in front of Jayce. He swallows down the saliva collecting in his mouth as he stares into the cloudy pink liquid. 

Another Cosmopolitan. 

“Pretty boy over there bought you another drink?” Vi snorts. She had just taken down the last half of her ale like a champ, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She slides the empty mug across the table to the collection of other finished glasses dripping with condensation. “Well, ain’t he persistent. You know, if I were you, I wouldn’t let his advances go unnoticed. Drinks are pretty expensive nowadays.”

“Everyone knows Jayce is the center of attention right now, Vi,” Caitlyn interjects, swirling her wine glass in a circle on the table. Her eyes slide to Jayce with an arched brow. “They made him stand on the table and bang on his chest like a gorilla.”

“That was actually voluntary,” Jayce adds before picking up his glass.

Cait rolls her eyes back to her white wine. “Maybe he just wants to weasel his way into getting his hands on some free bottle service.”

Jayce hesitates as he holds it to his lips before tipping it back and finishing it in four big gulps. Vi hoots. Cait whistles. He drops the glass back on the table with a shake of his head. The liquor lingers at the back of his throat, and he tries to swallow it down as they continue their conversation about him and his so-called secret admirer without him.

It’s becoming easier with each drink to down them. He’s got to take a break. For now, at least, while he still has his stomach intact. 

“He would have done that by now. He’s obviously waiting for birthday boy here to make the next move.” Vi rolls her eyes before scooting closer to her blue-haired girlfriend. She throws her arm around Cait’s shoulder, giving it a gentle caress as she talks low and slow near her ear. “Cait, baby, when are you going to admit that my gay-dar is far superior to yours?”

Caitlyn is about to protest when Jayce nearly chokes up his drink. “Wait, wait, wait. Gay-dar? You think he’s gay?” 

Vi darts her head to him as if he interrupted their conversation. “No, I think he’s a serial killer and you’re his next victim.” She blinks a few times before finally exclaiming, “Yes, dude, he’s gay. He bought you three drinks! He’s clearly trying to get your attention.”

Jayce takes a chance and turns to look back at the pair of eyes that have not left his back all night. When the man captures Jayce’s gaze again, he straightens his spine and ever so slightly arches his brow. There’s a particular gleam in his eyes as they shift from the color of Vi’s half-empty beer to the dark whiskey bottle sitting on the shelf behind him. 

Jayce realizes he’s been staring for far too long to go unnoticed when the man tips his chin up, a welcoming, a summoning that needs no words. Shit. He turns back to the girls, scoffing as a warm rush of goosebumps trails down his spine.

“No way.” Jayce laughs nervously, settling back into his seat as both Vi and Cait raise their brows at him. He waves his hand between the two before crossing his arms. “He wouldn’t take the chance. I’m sitting with you guys.” 

Vi leans forward, dropping her elbow to the glass tabletop. “First off, cocky of you think I would be interested in…” She looks him up and down with the wave of her finger. “You. And two, you are sitting with two women who are very obviously your lesbian best friends. He has no competition.”

Jayce scoffs, personally offended by both statements. “There is plenty of competition! I pull girls!”

“Piltover State’s ASB president? She doesn’t count,” Vi deadpans. “You pined after her until you found out she had a sugar mommy and just wanted to hook up. Now you go to her apartment when you need someone to cuddle.”

“Yeah,” Jayce shrugs, “and now Mel and I are just good friends who do things that couples do. I pulled something at least.”

“Yeah, you pull on my nerves. Gods, I hate straight people.” Vi turns her head to Cait, who meets her with the same amused expression. “Should we just start making out in front of Gay-Lord over there so he knows this guy is open?”

“No!” 

Cait rolls her head back to Jayce and sighs. “It’s your birthday, Jayce. Your twenty-fifth birthday. Your prefrontal cortex is supposedly fully developed. Change is upon you! Now is the perfect time to be taking chances. You know, broaden your horizons.”

“‘Broadening my horizons’,” Jayce mocks, “is something I should have been doing four birthdays ago.”

“Well, you’re a late bloomer.” She shrugs, a teasing smirk pulling on her lips. “Now stop talking to your two lesbros, get off your ass,” she waves her hands to shoo him away, “and go talk to that pretty boy by the bar. Gay or not, don’t leave him hanging. The least you can do is say thank you.”

Jayce stares between his two friends for a beat until they give him another nudge.

“He’s not gay,” he insists. But now, he’s not too sure about it himself.

“Right, and neither are we,” Caitlyn says, rolling her eyes. “Now get out of here before Vi starts getting handsy.”

Jayce grimaces before staring daggers at his friends. If everything they said is true, and this handsome stranger by the bar is in fact gay… 

No, he just wanted to send him drinks! It’s his birthday, anyway. 

So she’s right. The least he can do is say thank you. 

Jayce pushes himself out of his chair, the stool scraping across the linoleum floor behind him. There’s a silent conversation with looks between Cait and Jayce, something they’ve picked up over the years of being family friends. She passes the last bit of her Chardonnay off to him, and he finishes it for her in one quick swig. Just to top off the liquid courage. He pushes the empty glass over with the others to be picked up.

He uses the mirror hanging on the wall behind the booth to fix the proper part of his hair and pulls on the ends of his cream button-down to straighten it out and tuck it back into his pants. With a reassuring smile, Cait and Vi wave him off as he turns to thread through the crowd to get to the bar.

Vi hollers obnoxiously before the music can deafen her voice, “See if he’ll get us another round while you’re at it!”

Jayce whips his head back to his table, blazing warmth lighting up his cheeks when he catches Vi pushing the tips of her pointer fingers together, and— oh my fucking god. Heat blazes on his face. He flashes a snarky smile and a very special hand gesture back at the cackling berry-haired girl before turning away again. 

As he pushes through the crowd of people mingling on the dance floor, eyes dead set on the man lounging by the bar, he takes a deep breath to gather his bearings. 

He needs to relax. He’s just going to talk to the guy. Have a simple man-to-man, bro-to-bro conversation, like he and Vi. Just two dudes chatting. At a bar. With a man who’s been giving him sultry eyes all night. He’s not asking him to fuck. 

Because that isn’t what buying someone three drinks means… right?

Right?

Even at twenty-five, Jayce doesn’t feel like his prefrontal cortex is fully developed. 

When he reaches the bar, there’s only one seat open — one over from the man. He swipes it before anyone else can. He leans forward to rest his forearms on the counter when his sleeves land in a puddle of lingering condensation. He shivers, pulling back and wiping the water off his arms in disgust. But he quickly dismisses it to turn his attention to the side.

The man, either pretending to ignore him or truly aware of the attention, sits with his back to the bar, legs crossed in front of him as he leans one arm against the counter behind him. His hooded eyes scan the crowd with a tiny, amused smile, observing drunkards slinking around on the dance floor and sweaty couples sloppily grinding against each other. 

Jayce traces his face as he looks amongst the crowd, taking in the beautiful, delicate features — the gentle blush and highlights to his high cheekbones, the beauty marks under his eye and above his lip, and the faint curl to the corners of his mouth. 

He lets his eyes wander further, over his slim figure. He takes in his attire — the satin purple blouse that hangs loosely off of his frame, tucked into black slacks, with finely polished dress shoes to pull the whole look together. Along with that, the sharp but subtle eyeliner drawn over his eyelids, and the half-up ponytail, he’s fit for the occasion here.

The person who once stood between them, a bubbly and energetic blonde girl, takes her leave, giving Jayce a better look at the man. And also leaving the spot next to the other one up for grabs. He slides one seat over without hesitation and positions his body to mimic the man’s. After a moment, Jayce faces him and opens his mouth to speak.

“It’s about time,” the man says.

Jayce, caught off guard, holds his breath for a moment. He drinks in the sound of his rich accent, and how just those three words were enough to raise goosebumps over his skin. Talking might be harder than it seems.

He chuckles through his nose, despite his nerves running haywire. “Three drinks?” 

“Eh, you didn’t answer after the first or the second.” The man shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly as he rolls his head to the side. Jayce catches a glimpse of those deep amber eyes up close, and he can’t seem to tear his gaze away. “It seems the third time’s the charm.” 

“I’m not used to having drinks bought for me. Or…” He looks around as he gestures to everything around him — the flashing lights, the heavy music, the colorful fog. And he can’t forget the soggy sleeves, the sour taste of Vodka sitting at the back of his throat, and the half-naked people on the dance floor. “All of this, really. I’m not one for Piltover’s nightlife.”

The other scoffs, but it’s void of anything rude. “I find that hard to believe.” 

“Which part?”

“Not having anyone buy you drinks,” he says, almost surprised. He quirks an eyebrow at Jayce. “Not being one for the nightlife, eh, I can see that. But you’ve seriously never had someone buy drinks for you?”

“No.” Jayce tips his head down shyly. “Is that a bad thing?”

The man’s eyes rake over Jayce’s body, taking his time picking and pulling apart every little detail about his appearance. Jayce has suddenly become very aware of everything touching his body, including those eyes. 

The other looks back at the entertaining crowd. “I suppose not.”

Jayce settles back into his seat. “What’s your name?”

“It’s Viktor. And yours?”

“Jayce.” He flashes Viktor a charming smile. “So, Viktor, do you just hang out here by the bar, buying drinks for everyone but yourself?”

“If you suggest I should be on the dance floor…” Viktor reveals the cane resting at his hip, thrumming his fingers on the gold-capped handle. “This might make it a little difficult.” 

Jayce stiffens. He did not see that before. Maybe this is a really good reason why Jayce doesn’t talk to strangers. “No! No, I didn’t mean…” Great. He’s blowing it.

Viktor smirks. “Relax, Jayce. Maybe I should buy you something a little stronger to get you to loosen up those big muscles of yours.”

Jayce sighs heavily, much too occupied with his embarrassment to notice his use of words. “Allow me to return the gesture.”

The bartender, shuffling across the barline, finally makes his way toward the two at the end of the bar. He takes down their orders on Vi’s tab (birthday privileges) – Jayce a beer, and Viktor an Espresso Martini – and hustles back down to make their drinks. 

They sit side by side in silence for a moment, when Jayce looks to his side. He finds Viktor’s eyes still haven’t left his face or his lips. He sucks in a deep breath as the bartender returns with their drinks. The pungent smell of the beer is catching up to him, and he tries to hide the grimace he makes as he takes a sip and swallows.

“What are you here for?” He asks with his lips inches from the rim of his beer mug. “With friends or…?”

Viktor doesn’t look back at him as he says, “Same reason everyone else is. Your birthday, of course.”

His heart drops. He pulls his mug away from his mouth. “Wait. Really? Vi didn’t tell me–”

Viktor looks at him, his thin eyes widened for a moment. A small smirk graces his lips as he raises his brows in humor. “Kidding, Jayce.” 

Jayce shakes his head. He drags a hand over his face as he chuckles with him. “Ha, right. Sorry. I’m just a little…–”

“Inebriated?”

“Yes,” he huffs. 

Viktor hums, a smile pulling on his lips. “Well, if you should know, my friend told me that I need to spend more time away from school. Says I need to, eh, keep myself occupied with something else than lab work at the university. Seems I picked the right night to come out and waste my time and money.”

Jayce hums in response, turning in his seat to face Viktor. “Seems so. Mind if I waste my time and money with you, then?” He grins, earning a harsh chuckle from Viktor. 

“I’d be an idiot to deny the presence of King Kong.”

He groans, rolling his eyes. “Eugh. You saw that back there?”

Viktor lets out a boisterous laugh as he, too, turns to Jayce. “Everyone saw that. You were quite loud. I think even the drunkards in the alleyway knew it was your birthday.”

He winces and turns his glass around to occupy his hands. “Yeah, well, all it takes is a little liquid courage, and you can do anything you put your mind to. So, cheers,” he says flatly as he raises his glass and brings it to his lips.

“I wonder what else you can do with a little liquid courage.”

Jayce chokes on his drink. He whips his head to Viktor, only to find his eyes watching the tendrils of coffee brown liquid dance in his drink before sipping without a care in the world. 

He stays by Viktor’s side for the next hour and a half. They rack up two more empty glasses behind them as they sit at the bar, conversing about anything and absolutely everything.

He finds out Viktor goes to PSU. He’s twenty-six. He’s studying in the Biomechanical Engineering master’s program. He moved to Piltover seven years ago from some foreign country, Jayce couldn’t remember the name of it now, as a part of a study abroad program during his sophomore year of college, and just never left. Loved it so much, he said, that he stayed despite his family back home waiting for his return.

They found out they just so happened to take the same class together four semesters ago, Systematic Engineering, and both came out at the top of the class out of ninety other students. Both were too occupied with their studies to pay any mind to the other. 

They’re also homebodies with friends who tell them they can’t stay in and study for a hobby. 

He makes Viktor laugh, and Viktor makes him laugh even harder. 

Viktor is easily one of the most interesting individuals he’s had the pleasure of talking to. Well spoken, eloquent, with a charming sense of humor that Jayce is slowly beginning to understand.

After enough time at the bar, they find a booth on the exact opposite side from where Caitlyn and Vi would be sitting, hiding away in the corner. And while everyone is either on the dance floor shaking ass and kissing strangers, or at the bar taking more shots and making toasts, they’re in the shadows, drunkenly making eye contact, brushing fingertips, and making fun of everyone around them.

Jayce has long forgotten about his friends at the reserved table. At the same time, he can’t stop thinking about everything they had said before he left.

Vi might be right about Viktor.

Fuck, Vi might be right and Jayce refuses to tell her. He can’t. It’d go straight to her head. It would become the only thing he heard for a week.

Because that’s exactly what happened last time he told her she was right. 

It was over something stupid — whether or not Professor Heimerdinger had been a professional bodybuilder before becoming head of the Biological Sciences department at PSU. Jayce claimed it was all fake, a rumor some graduate students made just for the fun of it. A senior prank. Vi claimed it to be real. 

She found the evidence from a magazine dating back twenty-two years ago and rubbed it in his face for months. Months! That didn’t even have to do with him, and she still taunted him with it. He can’t stand to live with that kind of defeat. 

This is different, though. Maybe deep down, like really deep down in the depths of Jayce's consciousness, he knew all along. His eyes. His body language. His voice. Gods, his voice . But of course, Jayce is too in his fucking head to admit it, and he wasn’t sure why. Uncertainty? Embarrassment? 

Whatever it is, Jayce knows that Viktor is totally into him, and 60% of it goes to his head. 

The remaining 40%? Straight to his dick. 

Amidst their time together at the low-lit table in the corner, when words abandon them, and their eyes do most of the talking, Viktor lays his hand down on the dark red seat cushion. He doesn’t wait for Jayce to fully acknowledge it for him to slide up to the top of Jayce’s knee. He stiffens, his knees locking in place as Viktor’s hand, barely able to wrap about the curve of his thigh, snakes upward inch by taunting inch.

And Jayce, well, he just lets his eyes fall from Viktor’s to his lips. He notices everything about them at this moment — how soft they look, how soft they must feel, how flushed and moist they’ve become the more they drink. How there’s a very faint mole, so small it could go unmissed, right above his lip line. Even with the dim lighting, Jayce can see it. And he wants to see how it feels against his own.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. What is he doing? 

Viktor starts leaning in, and Jayce panics. It’s like he’s read his mind. Alarms are sounding off in his head, but Viktor stops just before their noses touch and tilts his head. 

“I’m going to go to the bathroom.”

“Okay,” he says, nearly breathless. 

Viktor pulls back, meeting Jayce’s eyes in the middle amidst. His eyes are saying a thousand words right now, and Jayce can’t understand any of it, can’t translate a single thing.

“I’ll see you in a bit?” 

Fuck, did he just…? Is that what that little eyebrow arch was? An invitation? 

“Okay.”

And when Jayce licked his lips and parted his mouth as he watched him get up, did he just agree to meet him in the bathroom?

Viktor disappears into the sea of people just like that, and Jayce’s body burns. It feels as though he’s the center of attention, like he was when he was on that tabletop, banging his chest like an animal. Everyone, and he means everyone, has to be questioning whether or not he’s going to make this risky move. No one can answer that question for him, either. Will he find Viktor in the bathroom, or will he go running back to his friend’s table with his tail between his legs?

When he looks around the bar at everyone in their own little intoxicated bubble, nobody pays him any mind. Nobody is watching him.

Nobody is watching him.

Which means… 

Fuck it. 

Taking his drink up to his mouth, he quickly throws his head back and downs the entire thing in two giant swigs. Without a second thought, Jayce is pushing himself out of the booth and dancing his way towards the bathroom through the outskirts of the dance floor. 

He makes it to the hallway and tries for the closest bathroom. Locked. He tries another. Also locked. He finds himself at the end of the hall, in front of the door next to the janitorial closet. He pulls down on the bathroom door handle. This time, unlocked. He sucks in a deep breath, his eyes fluttering up to the ceiling as he prays this is the right one.

When Jayce enters, he has to squint to see past how dimly lit the bathroom is. Fog from below the door has billowed in, creating an eerie effect on the rather spacious bathroom area. It’s just as bad, if not worse than outside where the rest of the club resides. 

Intentional graffiti spans the off-white wall panels, starting from the baseboards and leading up to the ceiling in vibrant neon colors – names, dates, and doodles. He can’t decipher most of the words in this lighting, except the blatant vulgarities.

Viktor is leaning against the sink across from the door, hands propped behind him and legs extended in front of him. His cane is hooked over the lip of the sink. He must have undone another button or two on his shirt, exposing the pale skin of his sternum even more. 

Hungry, predatory eyes follow Jayce’s every move as he quickly and quietly shuts and locks the door behind himself before anyone can see. 

“Did you get lost on your way here?” Viktor asks in a low, teasing voice. And the sound vibrates in Jayce’s ears before going straight to his gut. 

“Ha ha,” Jayce drawls awkwardly, his voice fading off into a nervous chuckle. 

He nearly tiptoes across the floor as he takes in more of the graffiti on the walls. There happens to be a lot more dicks drawn on the walls than he expected. Some are short, some are excessively long, and some just look like smiley faces or headphones. 

Either way, it almost feels like the universe had sent them to this bathroom on purpose. 

Very funny.

Viktor still doesn’t move from his spot against the sink as he nears. “You took longer than I expected. Second-guessing?”

Jayce can’t hold back anymore. He has to know, has to ask. Has to see whether Vi gets the chance to laugh in his face at the revelation, or he can spare himself his pride. 

“Why did you buy me those drinks?”

A sharp chuckle comes from Viktor’s nose. “Are you really asking me that?”

“I want to hear it from you.”

Viktor moves with serpentine slowness, pushing off the sink and taking slow steps to close the distance. 

“I bought you those drinks,” he starts seductively. Jayce swallows hard. “Because I want you,” he leans close to Jayce’s ear, his voice low and sultry, “and you followed me into the bathroom because you want me too…”

Jayce’s breath catches in his throat. His vision goes fuzzy, senses muddy, as slim hands make contact with his chest and snake up to the curve of his shoulders. Viktor’s fingers curl around the nape of his neck and gently pull him down to his level. Only then does Jayce register what is happening as Viktor leans in closer and closer and so much closer than before…

Jayce jerks his head back at the last second. “I have a confession.” 

Viktor stops in place, pretty lips still pursed, brows furrowed as his eyes find Jayce’s. 

“Don’t tell me you’re married.”

Jayce stiffens. He shakes his head as he steps back from the other, giving them an inch of distance in this spacious bathroom. “No! No, I just…” he hesitates, “I’ve never kissed a man before.” 

A particular look strikes Viktor’s eyes, one that Jayce just cannot read. Disappointment? Humor? Intrigue? 

Whatever it is, he feels like a guinea pig in the hands of a scientist toying with his senses. And Jayce is embarrassed to admit that he actually kind of likes it. It might even turn him on in just the slightest, the growing bulge in his pants as damning evidence.

Jayce’s own eyes deceive him by dropping down to the exposed skin presented in front of him. He’s no better than a shameless sinner, dragging his eyes over the faint beauty marks that sparsely cover Viktor’s neck, and further, past his collarbone and into the depths of his blouse. Even more moles cover the expanse of his smooth chest, and… is that a tattoo? 

Jayce’s face grows increasingly warm. He exhales so heavily that it almost comes out as an audible sigh.

Alcohol. It’s all because of the alcohol. Yeah, that’s it. 

“But you’ve kissed a woman before, yes?”

“Yeah,” he breathes. 

“Good. It’s all the same before you take off your clothes.”

Viktor’s hands resume their venture to Jayce’s scalp, nails barely raking through his undercut. The sensation nearly makes Jayce’s knees buckle until he sees Viktor close his eyes and lean in again.

“Wait,” he heaves even heavier this time. 

Inches from Jayce’s mouth, Viktor answers in a flat tone. “Yes?”

“Are we going to,” he raises both brows, “you know?”

Viktor pulls back to look at Jayce dully. He tilts his head. “No. I don’t know.”

“Hook up?” Jayce grits.

“Well,” Viktor nods his head side to side, “I was just planning on sucking your dick, but if you want to take it further…”

“No!” Jayce stammers and immediately backtracks. “I mean, I’m not entirely opposed. It’s just I’ve never—” 

“Kissed a man.” Viktor arches a brow. “I know. Which means you’ve likely never had sex with a man either. I am all caught up, no?”

Jayce’s shoulders slump, and his chest deflates even more than before. “Yeah, yeah, that’s… pretty much it.”

“Do you want to keep going?” he asks. This time, there’s not an ounce of sarcasm or attitude laced behind his words. He must take consent very seriously. 

“Yes,” Jayce says after a moment of contemplation. And just like that, Viktor is leaning in before he can even finish. “Wait–”

“Oh, Janna.” Viktor steps back down to the flats of his feet, his hands dropping from around Jayce’s neck and falling to his hips.

Jayce slices his hand through the air as he catches his breath. “No kissing.”  

This is all happening so fast, so efficiently, so seamlessly. But even he knows that the moment he crosses that line and kisses Viktor, he is going to lose himself in his lips… and mouth… and hands… 

Viktor’s face drops. “No kissing. What – are we in middle school?”

“Kissing just makes things complicated. You don’t want it to get complicated, do you?”

Viktor rolls his eyes and nods after a beat of silence. “I suppose not. No kissing then. Any other requests?”

Jayce ponders the question for a moment. “Nope,” he pops the P.

Viktor cocks his head to the side, his hands falling back into place on Jayce’s chest. “Can I suck your dick now, or are you going to keep using me as your confession booth?”

He can feel himself practically melting under his fingertips as they gently graze over the material of his shirt, slipping from his pecs to his abdomen. 

“I’m done. I think.” Jayce keeps his eyes locked with Viktor’s fingers as they drag over the lip of his belt one by one. “Yeah, yeah. I’m done now.”

Viktor lets out a soft breath from his lips before using leverage from Jayce’s belt to help him slide down to his knees. His hands make quick work of his belt buckle. Jayce tries to remain as steady as possible, slamming a hand down on the sink and gripping it for dear life. He locks his knees as he leans his hips forward to help Viktor shimmy the belt loose. 

He closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to watch, but instead, listens to the clinking of his belt and the zipper of his pants and lets out a shuddered breath. This is getting really intense, really fast, and Jayce doesn’t know how to stop the rapid beating of his heart or stutter in his breathing. 

He’s had his dick sucked before. He’s had sex before. With multiple people, too. Not at the same time, though! No, just with other people at different times. 

But he’s not a virgin, for fuck’s sake! So why is he acting like he’s never been touched before? It’s like Viktor said – it’s all the same before you take your clothes off.

Before Viktor can hook his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, he stammers, nervous laughter spilling from his lips.

“I’m not gay, by the way.”

Jayce knows what he is. He knows what he likes. He knows what he dislikes, too. He has to get that out, though. Clear the air. Set the record straight. Rule out any misconceptions.

His eyes fly open when he doesn’t hear a response. If it were anyone else, he’d imagine they would have stood up and walked out of there without a second thought. Would have probably laughed in his face before they left, too. Maybe Viktor is different. Maybe he just really wants to suck his dick.

That’s just cocky, Jayce. Twenty in the Douche Bag jar, per Caitlyn’s rules.

But his declaration seems to get a rise out of Viktor because he looks up to him from down on his knees with a humorous glint in his eyes. A cheap chuckle comes from below.

“This is… this is just me broadening my horizons, you know,” Jayce adds, just to be safe. “Drunken fun is all.”

“Broadening your horizons,” Viktor says flatly. “Whatever you say, birthday boy.”

Jayce is cut off from saying anything else by Viktor tugging down his boxers with one hand and grabbing his throbbing cock with the other. 

The sensation of Viktor’s cold hand is enough to pull a strangled gasp straight from Jayce’s throat. He throws his head back, eyes fluttering up at the ceiling as Viktor’s hand fully curls around his shaft and drags down to grip the base. He moves his hand up again, swiveling his thumb over the bead of pre-cum seeping from the tip and back down at a painfully slow pace. 

It must be the alcohol that makes Jayce’s legs feel like twigs or his stomach feel like jelly. Or maybe it’s the feeling of having another man’s hands on him in places he’s only ever shared with himself and the women he’s had sex with. 

Hell, he wouldn’t know. His senses have lost themselves, fallen subject to whatever sick and twisted experimentation Viktor is conducting on him right now. He is but a man whose sexual desires have betrayed him.

Jayce tries to focus on anything but the coil already tightening in his gut from the way Viktor’s hand tightens around his pulsing cock. He dares to open his eyes to the ceiling, but he can’t look there because he’s just made eye contact with himself in the mirror hanging above him. 

There’s a fucking mirror. On the ceiling. And he can see everything — Viktor’s hands around his dick and roaming up and down his chest, his face flushed from the alcohol and raging hormones.  

He drops his head down to face the graffiti wall. Which is fine at first, until he notices even more comically large penises drawn over names and quotes people had written on the walls. He’s been in this bathroom maybe once or twice before this moment, but he’s never spent long enough in there to count all the dick drawings that covered the walls. Right now, there’s an astronomical amount he wasn’t aware of before.

Jayce’s last option is to look down. Which is the biggest mistake he could have made because his eyes instantly lock with Viktor’s. Those beautiful hooded eyes are staring at him, into him, into his soul, and Jayce feels almost as though he’s just clutched his lungs with that free hand of his and squeezed the breath out of him in the best way possible.

Jayce’s dick twitches in his hand, and a curt smile tugs on Viktor’s thin lips. “Did you mean to tell me you’ve never gotten your dick sucked before?”

“I have,” he defends, his voice rising a bit louder than anticipated. “I have, just… not in a bathroom before.”

Jayce opts to close his eyes. That’s his best option right now. That leaves him with the back of his eyelids and the coiling sensation sitting in his gut.  

“You can touch me, you know,” Viktor mutters from below. “I am not going to explode.”

He won’t, but Jayce certainly feels like he will.

So far, he’s been able to occupy his hands by holding on to something. One hand still handles the sink with a vice grip, while the other balls into a fist and falls to the surface in front of him, caging Viktor in between his frame and the wall.

“What?” Jayce seethes.

“It might ease your nerves a bit,” he offers, tilting his head. “Eh. Gives you a little more control over the situation.”

His head falls, capturing Viktor’s eyes from below. “Li-like how?” 

“Like this.”

Viktor takes the hand resting on the sink’s ledge, comparably larger than his own, and guides it to his face. Jayce watches as his hand makes contact with Viktor’s cheek, softly, carefully at first. Hesitant to ruin anything with his hands alone. He uses his thumb to skim the sculpture of his cheekbone, grazing over the beauty mark right below his eye. 

Viktor’s eyelashes flutter in response, nestling his head into his hand and just barely teasing his lips against his palm. Gaining more confidence, Jayce uses his thumb to pull his cheek taut, parting his mouth in the process. Viktor’s lips are inches from the tip of Jayce’s cock, his breath fanning over its sensitive head, causing it to flinch. 

Viktor acts swiftly, moving his hand to Jayce’s wrist and guiding it further until his fingers sink into the highlights of his hair. He drops his hand, ultimately passing the reins over to Jayce. He settles his hand on the side of Viktor’s head just how he imagined he wanted them to be, fingers curled around the back of his scalp. 

He slowly pulls Viktor’s mouth onto his cock, giving him enough control to change his mind if he so chooses. 

But Viktor is compliant. He willingly drops his open mouth on him, using his tongue to swipe up the remnants of pre-cum from the tip. Jayce’s dick pulses against his mouth, and Viktor looks up at him with a look in his eyes that sends his heart racing a million beats per minute. 

Viktor keeps his eyes locked on Jayce as he wraps his lips around his cock, hollowing his cheeks out as he sinks further, and further, and further until he’s halfway down and gagging on it. Jayce’s jaw unlocks, and his mouth parts, his hand clenches in his hair as he watches Viktor pull back to the tip with an exaggeratedly loud slurp. 

Finally, Jayce brings his other hand to Viktor’s face, combing back the loose locks that had fallen from his haphazard updo out of his face. His fingers plunge into his hair and perfectly cup Viktor’s head with both hands. 

He’s in total control, he realizes. A lot of power for someone whose never had his dick sucked by a guy before. Girls, yes. But never a guy. Viktor has allowed him to use his mouth however he pleases until he’s gotten what he wants. Even so, he lets Viktor take the lead, giving over the handles and praying he survives this temptation. 

Viktor’s eyes drop to the base of Jayce’s cock. His lashes flutter as he slides his mouth back and forth on Jayce, saliva coating his shaft with the bounce of his head. He bobs his head methodically, rolling the backside of his dick against his tongue and at the same time, moaning, sending vibrations that rattle throughout Jayce’s entire being. 

He doesn’t entirely hear the sounds Viktor makes, mind much too cloudy to register anything audible, but fuck, can he feel them, like magma in his veins and lightning in every nerve of his body. 

Each time his head hits the back of Viktor’s throat, a violent shudder wracks throughout Jayce's entire body. He can viscerally feel it from his head to his toes. He has to take a hand from Viktor’s hair and slam it against the wall to stop himself from caving in over Viktor like a house of playing cards. His body towers over him, like a looming shadow, and Viktor looks up to Jayce with fierce confidence that could easily make him fall to his knees. 

“F-fuck, Viktor,” Jayce gasps, his jaw falling slack.

He doesn’t know what to say in this situation, really. He’s not even sure if he’s allowed to say his name like that, but Viktor seems to respond well to it anyway. 

He sinks his mouth even further than before, thought impossible by Jayce until his lips kiss the hilt of his cock. He pulls back for air only to confidently dive right back in. He works his tongue into the motion now, curling the muscle around his shaft, and Jayce can’t stop the pathetic whine that barrels out of his throat.

Jayce can see it in Viktor’s eyes. His tough-shelled facade is breaking down more and more as he uses his mouth to fuck Jayce. Seemingly arrogant and sexually confident all the way up to the moment he began drooling on Jayce’s cock. His eyebrows furrow at the center of his forehead, and Viktor can barely stand to look up at him without tears breaking at his waterline, his clean-cut eyeliner bleeding at the corners of his eyes.

Jayce’s entire body falters even harder when he sees Viktor’s eyes roll to the back when he shoves him deeper into his throat. His jaw drops as Viktor holds it there, his throat contracting around him in violent pulses.

“Sh- shit, Viktor,” he growls. “Please, please. You’re getting me so close.” 

He takes a hand out of his hair and uses his thumb to wipe away the saliva dribbling down his chin. He uses that same thumb to drag underneath his eyes, clearing off the eyeliner that’s beginning to smear.

That only seems to drive Viktor forward, because he reels back to harshly slide Jayce back into the tightness of his throat without hesitation. Jayce’s gut coils as he does this again, and again, and again, until he isn’t sure who is dragging him back down for more — Viktor or himself. 

All coherent thoughts have abandoned him. The only thing left to think about is Viktor’s mouth and hands and the insatiable grip both have on him, like shackles to his ankles, chaining him to the ground. He’s honestly surprised how long he’s made it without exploding on sight.

Jayce seethes through his teeth as Viktor’s mouth closes around him even tighter. “You — fuck — you feel so fucking good.”

Shamelessly now, untamed, Jayce uses his hand plunged into Viktor’s hair at the back of his head to guide him along his cock. He starts slow at first, hesitantly, following the motion he’s set forth to test the limits. He adds a little pressure in here and there, listening to the sounds he makes from around him. 

When Viktor successfully breaks past well over the halfway mark without gagging, taking him in until his nose is pressed against the neatly trimmed curls at the base of his cock, Jayce dares to push even further. He nudges himself into the depths of Viktor’s throat, making tiny little thrusts into the tight cavern until he’s panting under his breath.

“Fuck, yes. Yes, yes, yes, right there, Viktor. Right there,” he groans, the sounds coming out damn near like a whine. “You’re gonna make me come. Gonna make me come down your throat. That okay, baby? Can you take it?”

Viktor groans around him in response, approving, encouraging. Jayce claws at Viktor’s head, fingers squeezed around thick locks of brown and blonde as he fucks himself into his mouth like a feverish animal now. 

And Viktor, fuck, Viktor is taking it so fucking well. Not a single complaint, not even stopping to gag. Just looking up at him with those big amber eyes, like pools of warm whiskey, and unlocking his jaw for Jayce.

Jayce himself is a whining mess. Each time his head hits the back of Viktor’s throat, his tongue drags against the underside of his shaft, and a little pathetic sounds slip from his lips. 

He’s mere moments from spilling himself into Viktor’s mouth when his phone rings from his pocket.

Both men stumble back, startled, Viktor gasping for air when Jayce releases him. A string of saliva connects Viktor’s lips to his cock, and he uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. 

Jayce has to catch his breath to realize what’s happening. He rummages through his pocket, pulls his phone out, and checks the caller ID. Caitlyn Kirammann.  

He groans before punching the red decline button and shoving his phone back into his pocket.

“Sorry,” he hisses. 

“S’fine,” Viktor says hastily before clamping his hands to Jayce’s hips and sealing his lips around his dick again, unhanded.

Just before they get back into it, Viktor’s tongue lolled around his dick, Jayce’s phone rings again. 

He waits a moment to see whether Viktor notices and if they can just keep going or not. Sure, it’s annoying the hell out of Jayce. But if he can ignore it for just a few moments, it’ll finish, and hey, maybe he can, too, finally.

When Viktor pulls off of him with a loud pop, his eyes slide up to Jayce with a twinge of annoyance. He starts reaching for his phone.

“Are you going to take that, or just let it ring?”

Jayce declines the call — Caitlyn, again — clicks the ringer off, and shimmies it back into his pocket. “Don’t worry about it.”

As Viktor is mid-opening his mouth to take him down his throat again, Jayce’s phone incessantly rings for a third fucking time. As if she didn’t even wait a single second after the second one to try again. Fucking hell. Can’t a man broaden his horizons in peace?

Viktor finally pulls off of him with a hiss of annoyance. “Just answer the phone.”

Jayce grits his teeth. He finally slides his thumb to accept the call. 

“It better be the end of the fucking world.”

Music competes against Caitlyn’s voice on the phone. “Jeez! Sorry, birthday boy,” she says very unapologetically. “Hate to break it to you, but it’s late. Really late. Vi’s about one drink away from blackout, and I’m ready to leave.”

Jayce can’t hide the twinge of annoyance in his voice, mostly deriving from being cockblocked rather than at her. “I’m kind of in the middle of something here. Can’t you take her for a walk or something?”

Vi shouts through the phone, “I’m not a fucking dog, Talis!”

Caitlyn scoffs, ignoring her and his suggestion. “Well, can you get out of the middle of that something?”

Jayce raises a hand to his face and pinches the bridge of his nose. He huffs in frustration, and he doesn’t doubt that it’s not audible through the phone. “Love you, but I would really appreciate it if you’d kindly fuck off.”

“Yikes, who got your panties in a wad?”

Vi’s voice comes into range from the background, evidently slurred, “He’s totally getting laid right now. Lucky bastard.” There’s some fumbling on the other end until he hears her voice more clearly. “Let’s go, birthday boy. It’s a quarter past one, and I want a street hot dog from those little stands outside PSU.” 

Jayce pans down to the floor, where Viktor kneels at his feet. He feels rather deserving of the bored stare he’s receiving right now as he tries his damnedest to get off the phone.

“I am begging you to hold on for, like, ten more minutes.” Viktor quirks an eyebrow up at him. His lips form the word five and Jayce’s face falls. Cocky bastard. “Okay, five. Five minutes, please. Street hot dogs on me, promise.”

Caitlyn comes back into range, “Whatever it is will have to wait, Jayce. She’s got one thing on her mind, and there isn’t anything we can do to stop her. Now, are you really going to let your small and innocent college-age female friends walk home all alone in the dark?”

Small? Innocent? Yeah right. Vi easily takes him down when they play fight like they’re kids again, and he’s not proud of it. Besides the point.

Viktor is already using the sink to help him rise to his feet as Jayce lets out an aggravated sigh. He’s still painfully hard and wet, not even sure he can stuff himself back in his slacks without it being blatantly obvious. 

Alas, the mood has been more than ruined by this point. There’s no point in fighting for it any longer. Especially when Viktor is facing the mirror and wiping his mouth clean of the evidence.

“You owe me big time. I’ll meet you outside. Don’t leave without me.” Jayce hangs up before she can get in another word. 

He juggles his phone in his hand while hastily shoving himself back into his pants, just in case they decide to call and bug him again. He zips and buckles his pants back together as he throws Viktor an apologetic look. 

“Look, I’m…” Jayce blows raspberries as he tucks his shirt back into his waistband. “I’m sorry for this. I…”

“Don’t be,” Viktor says sharply. He finishes dragging his hand over his mouth to get rid of the excess saliva from his face. He pivots to face Jayce, head cocked to the side. “You’re hardly the first person to cut me off mid-blow.”

“Oh.” He isn’t sure if that was supposed to make him feel any better or the opposite.

Viktor lays his hand out, palm facing up. “Give me your phone.”

Jayce’s eyebrows furrow. “Huh?”

Viktor takes matters into his own hands and snags Jayce’s phone right in front of him. He barely gets the chance to protest before he’s swiping away at the screen. Jayce tries to peek at what he’s doing, but his fingers move quickly.

“What’re you doing?”

“Giving you my number,” Viktor deadpans as he furiously types away into Jayce’s phone. “Use it or don’t. It’s up to you if you’d like to finish this.”

“I…” Viktor cuts him off by placing his phone back in his hand and pushing it to his chest. He gives his hand a simple pat before meeting his eyes again.

“Happy birthday, Jayce.” Viktor’s lips curl into a hint of a smirk before he turns away, taking his cane in hand and striding to the door. 

He leaves the bathroom without bothering to look both ways and closes the door behind him. Jayce stares at the bathroom door for what feels like an hour, disguised as a few mere minutes before he makes any other movement. The evidence of their escapade remains painfully hard, throbbing against the seams of his slacks. Any movement to it sends a jolt through his body. 

What the fuck just happened? 

Was that real?

Was Viktor even real?

He turns around to the mirror, capturing his ruddy cheeks and drunken eyes. He takes a hand to his face, dragging it over the edges and curves as he stares into his reflection. He can’t stare for too long due to the haze and lights blurring together. It probably doesn’t help that he’s at his peak in drunkenness at the moment. 

Especially when his eyes scan the walls around him and he feels personally offended by the writing left above on the hand soap dispenser, reading: ur gay. 

Fucking hell. Who even is Jayce anymore?

His phone begins vibrating in his hand, knocking him back to his senses. He answers before it can ring again. “All right! I’m walking out right now!”