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It's been over a decade since their falling out, and Jayce is still jealous of Dmitri. Maybe it's because he's always had a bit of a possessive streak, something that Viktor finds undeniably sexy, or maybe it's because of Viktor and Dmitri's past.

Their relationship had been the way he met Jayce, after all.

Back then, Viktor and Dmitri were fucking, but it was nothing more than that. He'd go over to Dmitri's, which also happened to be Jayce's at the time, they'd study (sometimes), smoke weed (usually), have sex (always), and then Viktor might take a nap before heading back to his own apartment for the evening. It wasn't every day, or even every week, but it was often enough that he eventually ran into Jayce.

Viktor met Jayce the first time he'd stayed at their apartment until morning. He'd managed to gather his bearings and roll out of Dmitri's bed, where the man was still fast asleep. Dmitri's dark hair hung loose out of its ponytail, trailing down the center of his back, rising and falling with his even breathing. Viktor pulled on his boxers and t-shirt before venturing out to the kitchen for a glass of water. 

The apartment was quite small, with a kitchenette and just enough floor space beyond that for their couch and entertainment center. When Viktor emerged, he saw Jayce for the first time.

To say he was attractive would be an immense understatement. He stood in the kitchenette with his back turned, facing the open fridge, in just a pair of dark maroon boxer briefs. His back muscles were well defined, pressing against his tan skin. He appeared to be lifting a paper carton of orange juice to his lips as Viktor shut the bedroom door behind him.

Jayce's head whipped around. His cheeks were puffed up, full of liquid, and when he saw Viktor, his eyes widened dramatically. He attempted to swallow, then coughed, and Viktor watched a frankly impressive amount of orange juice shoot out of the man's nose. He groaned and gasped and frantically looked around for something to clean his mess.

"Oh God, oh my God I'm so sorry I didn't- uhm-" He hurriedly pulled an obscene amount of paper towels off of a roll. Viktor had to bite hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. Jayce dropped to his knees and started pressing the towels to the puddle on the ground, and Viktor could see a bright red blush spreading from the back of his neck, where his hair was cropped shortest, to the tips of his ears. The rest of his hair was just long enough to touch his eyebrows when wet, which it was. He'd probably just showered.

"I'm gonna- I'll go put pants on-" Before Viktor could protest because, honestly, he wanted to get a longer look at the man's muscular thighs and hefty bulge, Jayce ran back to his bedroom and slammed the door.

Viktor softly let out the chuckle he'd been holding back and made his way to the kitchen, familiar with the location of the cups and the occasionally temperamental nature of the sink's faucet. He'd gotten comfortable in a corner of their old couch when Jayce came back out in a plain black t-shirt and red flannel sleep pants.

"Jayce, I presume?" Viktor asked, glancing over the rim of his glass.

"Ah, yup! That's me. In... the flesh." Jayce rocked back and forth on his heels.

"I'm Viktor. Come, sit, I don't bite." Viktor patted the cushion beside him as he invited Jayce to his own couch. "I'm usually not here so early in the day."

"You're... here often?"

Viktor tilted his head at Jayce, who now sat opposite him on the couch.

"Does Dmitri not tell you when he is having... company?" Viktor asked with a raised brow. Jayce shrugged.

"He does, they usually just aren't here when I wake up," Jayce said quietly, and grimaced. "Sorry, is that weird to say? 'They' I mean you, I don't know if he brings home anyone else. And I don't really- that's not really my- Like I don't know how he does it to be honest."

Viktor nodded at him and drank from his glass.

"Not because you're not attractive! Because you are. Like very attractive." Jayce's mouth seemed to move faster than his brain in that moment. "I just can't do casual stuff like that. If it's casual. I don't really ask him, I'm sorry."

"Dmitri and I are just friends, if that is what you are asking," Viktor stated. "Why are you apologizing?"

Jayce’s shoulders tensed up, and he pulled a leg onto the couch to hold against his chest. His blush had returned.

"I don't know, sorry." He cringed as he realized what he'd just said, but Viktor just chuckled in response. "How do you guys know each other?"

"I am a teaching assistant in one of his classes," Viktor set his half-empty glass on the coffee table. "I was quite taken with him, but he quickly made it clear his focus was on his studies, and he didn't want a... serious relationship."

Jayce hummed in understanding and nodded along.

"Which class? We take a couple together. I definitely would have remembered you."

Viktor felt his heart skip for a moment.

"It is a Power Systems Engineering course. For the Civil Engineering track. And I would have remembered you as well."

So now he was flirting with his fuck buddy's roommate. But he couldn't help himself when Jayce was simultaneously so hot and so endearing.

At least, that's how it started.

Flirtatious comments turned into long conversations as Viktor was meant to be headed out the door. That turned into numbers exchanged, late nights texting about their studies, their interests, their dreams. It was a connection Viktor never expected to make with a man he met while fucking another one.

Dmitri and Viktor weren't exclusive, but hooking up with his roommate still felt like crossing some kind of boundary. That didn't stop him from sitting in his shower seat at home, head leaned back against the tile wall, one hand frantically stroking his swollen clit as he pressed Jayce's shower sponge into his nose. He'd swiped it from their shared bathroom and lathered it in Jayce's body wash, eventually buying a bottle for his own private use.

Jayce would fuck him against the shower wall if he asked. Where Dmitri was often too gentle, Viktor imagined Jayce manhandling him into whatever position he wanted, stretching his cunt to its limit, and holding him up to continue pounding him when he went boneless from coming too many times to count.

"What if we invited Jayce?" Viktor asked as he pulled the joint he and Dmitri were sharing from his lips, smoke rolling out of his mouth and nose as he spoke.

"Like... to sex?" Dmitri raised a brow and held a hand out to take his next hit. Viktor handed the joint over. "He doesn't really do casual stuff. But I wouldn't be opposed."

Viktor hummed in understanding. Jayce had mentioned this whenever they discussed the nature of his relationship with Dmitri, something Jayce had a keen interest in for some reason.

"The worst he can say is no," Viktor drawled, head rolling back lazily. "I've never done something like that and I think it would be...interesting?"

Dmitri huffed a laugh, smoke puffing from his nose as he did. He offered Viktor what would be the final hit, as their joint had almost burnt down to the filter, but he declined and let Dmitri finish it off.

"Interesting," Dmitri repeated. "As long as he doesn't steal you away from me," he added playfully.

"I am not yours to steal, Dmitri," Viktor stated. Dmitri flushed, and quietly apologized.

That night, after Dmitri had fallen into one of his typical post-coital slumbers, Viktor ran into Jayce in the lamplit common area again. This time, he was sitting on the floor by the coffee table, sorting a bag of Legos by color with a manual open next to where his legs were folded together. The TV was playing an old episode of How It's Made, and the narrator's soothing voice trickled out of the speakers as machinery worked away on screen.

Viktor clambered over the couch's armrest and sat near Jayce, knee touching his shoulder. Jayce tensed up for a moment, then looked back and smiled. He had his black, square glasses on, and his hair was pushed back from his forehead at awkward angles. Viktor had seen him brush it back with a hand before when he was deep in thought. The moving lights from the TV highlighted his broad, angular facial features: a jaw Viktor wanted to kiss, a nose he wanted buried in the crook of his neck. 

He gave in to an impulse to run a hand through Jayce's hair. It was soft, still a little wet from his shower. Jayce's eyes widened.

"Uh, hi V," he mumbled. "Do I have something on my face?"

Viktor laughed, and Jayce laughed nervously with him.

"Jayce, I have a... proposition for you." Viktor withdrew his hands and folded them in his lap. Jayce pushed himself onto the couch next to Viktor. "How would you like to join me and Dmitri sometime?"

Jayce inhaled sharply, and redness bloomed beneath the rims of his glasses. He looked away, laughing anxiously again and rubbing the back of his neck. When Viktor said nothing more, Jayce shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Oh, you're serious," he said, finally meeting Viktor's gaze. "I, uh, I've never really done anything like that before."

Viktor cocked a brow at him.

"Never done sex? Or a threesome?"

"Threesome. I've done sex. Had sex. Trust me. Not a lot. But not a little either? I've had sex before. I don't even know if I'd be good at it. A threesome I mean. I'm good at sex. I think."

Viktor found Jayce so sexy when he rambled nervously like this, and he probably had no idea.

"Neither have I, nor Dmitri. Consider it an experiment," he leaned closer to Jayce. "The hypothesis being you are, indeed, good at sex." He chuckled at his own joke and heard Jayce's breath catch.

"Is that something you've been... curious about studying?" Jayce asked quietly as he barely moved closer. Their knees touched where they both sat cross-legged on the couch facing one another.

"It has become a fascination of mine recently," Viktor whispered. Jayce leaned in with him, eyes darting down to Viktor's mouth as he spoke. He noticed the pink tip of Jayce's tongue dart out to wet his lips. "I have some theories I'd like to test with you."

Jayce leaned forward, large hands on Viktor's slender thighs, and connected their lips. It was like a thousand fireworks went off at once, though the kiss itself was fairly chaste. A gentle, slow press of lips that sent Viktor's heart to his throat. It felt like a kiss Viktor had waited his entire life for, that he didn't even know he needed until this very moment. He pulled away and watched Jayce open his eyes just barely. They exchanged hot breaths, mouths just an inch apart.

This moment was vastly different from the kisses that felt like formality he’d gotten used to since he met Dmitri.

Their lips met once more, and Viktor draped his arms around Jayce's neck and climbed into his lap, where he fit perfectly and Jayce’s hands could freely explore. Through the fabric of his joggers he could already feel Jayce hardening beneath him as he slipped his tongue into his mouth. They moaned in unison, into each other's mouths, feeling the sound from inside. Jayce's mouth and body were impossibly warm, and he kissed with unhinged enthusiasm and passion. 

"Have you been tested?" Viktor asked breathlessly as Jayce moved his lips down the column of his throat. He hummed a confirmation against Viktor's skin, causing him to shudder. "Good."

Viktor shoved him away and onto his back, causing Jayce to gasp as he caught himself on his elbows. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and watched Viktor's hand push down the tented spot in his sleep pants. He hissed through his teeth.

"Fuck, Viktor, touch me, touch me more," he whispered urgently. Viktor settled between Jayce's parted legs and tugged his waistband down just enough for his cock to spring out, and it was everything Viktor had hoped it would be and more. Dark, with a shiny red tip peeking out under his foreskin. Thick, with a prominent vein running up the side. Just long enough for Viktor to stroke with both hands. A glimmering bead of precome at the slit was too inviting for Viktor to ignore, and he flicked his tongue out at it as he rolled back the foreskin with his other hand. Jayce inhaled sharply. 

Jayce fucked into Viktor's hand as he continued his teasing licks and strokes. His other hand moved to massage Jayce's balls. He gasped, supporting himself on one elbow to look down at Viktor and cup his cheek with his hand. His eyes were striking, almost glowing gold, and Viktor stayed locked on them as he gave the head of Jayce's cock a gentle kiss before pushing it past his lips and flattening his tongue against the length. 

Viktor worked each inch into his mouth, stroked the rest, and rolled his eyes back when he realized he could smell the same body wash mixed with Jayce's natural musk as he got closer to Jayce's groin. It seemed his cunt had been conditioned to lubricate at the smell, and Viktor felt the wetness in his boxers increase. He grinded his meager cock into the fabric with a groan.

The sound of a door being opened caused Jayce to tense up. But Viktor continued, pressing the hand that wasn't stroking him to Jayce's chest to keep him from getting up.

"Well well," Dmitri leaned over the back of the couch and looked down at them. The hand Jayce had hanging off the couch smacked over his mouth in shock and horror, but Viktor could feel the way he pulsed in his mouth and around his tongue. He was close. "Getting started without me?"

Viktor hummed his confirmation around Jayce's cock.

"Shit," Jayce whimpered into his wrist. "Shit, shit, V, I-"

"Or getting finished without me, it looks like." Dmitri grinned smugly down at both of them, and reached down to brush back some of Viktor's hair. "Let me help you with that."

He wrapped his palm to the back of Viktor's head and pushed his mouth to the base of Jayce's cock. Viktor gagged, and inhaled sharply through his nose, almost high on the scent cocktail mixed in Jayce's crotch. Jayce shouted an expletive and was filling the back of Viktor's throat with his release a second later, panting and groaning and rolling his hips. Viktor felt Jayce pulse against his lips and tongue and grew impossibly harder, still trapped in his increasingly humid pants.

With a sticky string still connecting them, Viktor pulled off of Jayce's cock as he swallowed his load, then reached a hand back to where Dmitri's was still resting in his hair. He laced their fingers together and smiled sweetly up at him before quickly twisting his wrist and pushing up.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Dmitri freed his fingers from Viktor's and hissed as he pulled his hand back.

"I did not need your help, Dmitri. I had the situation handled." Viktor crossed his arms and looked to Jayce for confirmation, but Jayce seemed to still be too stunned to speak. "Jayce?"

"Huh? Yeah. I'm fine, sorry. Just wow. Wasn't expecting all this tonight," Jayce chuckled and his eyes darted to the abandoned bags of Legos on the coffee table. He looked between Dmitri and Viktor with uncertainty. "Are you okay?"

As Viktor nodded, Dmitri reached down and patted him on the back.

"He can take it," Dmitri said, a hint of pride in his voice. "Don't worry." Viktor rolled his eyes.

So, once Jayce pulled his pants up and regained his composure, they set up a date. A Saturday, so none of their schedules could encroach on their activity. Viktor waved the two goodbye and drove home, forced to sit in his slick until he could get into bed and get himself off. 

With two fingers knuckle deep in his pussy, his other hand frantically stroking his clit, and the flavor of Jayce's come still in the back of his throat, Viktor came so hard he saw stars.

As Viktor waited in the elevator on the way up to Dmitri and Viktor's floor, he checked himself out in the mirrored walls. He'd worn something comfortable, and easy, and brought an overnight bag with him. Grey socks in black slides, striped sleep pants that hung low on his hips, and his old, grey shirt with the faded Piltover University emblem on it. For a moment, he wondered if he should've worn something nicer.

But when he walked into the apartment, he realized he might be overdressed, as the roommates were sitting beside one another on the couch in their boxers and t-shirts. They furiously thumbed at the controllers in their hands, eyes locked on the screen. When Viktor shut the door, they both looked up at him, but Dmitri quickly looked back to the screen while Jayce's gaze lingered.

"Am I interrupting?" He said with a grin.

"Hey, V," Jayce said, smiling, moments before the telltale jingle of the end of their match played and Dmitri was pumping his fist into the air. Jayce rolled his eyes and set his controller down.

"Please, keep playing," Viktor said as he set his bag down and approached the kitchenette. Dmitri had left his rolling papers and grinder on the counter, and Viktor set to rolling himself a joint. "Jayce, do you want one?"

"Offering my weed, V?" Dmitri smirked over at him, and Viktor responded by sticking his tongue out and blowing a raspberry at him. "Just kidding, he probably won't though."

"Yeah I don't really..." Jayce trailed off. "It makes me nervous sometimes."

"Well, if you change your mind," Viktor gestured to the paraphernalia in front of him. 

After they finished another round of their game, Dmitri stood and shook Jayce's hand aggressively. Jayce rolled his eyes and returned the gesture. He'd definitely lost. All three of them filed into Dmitri's bedroom and made themselves comfortable.

Dmitri's bed was big, too big for the room, but perfect for the nest he had turned it into by pushing it into the corner and keeping plenty of soft blankets and pillows piled on the edges. Viktor cracked the window open and sat at the edge of the bed, leaned back on his elbows, as he and Dmitri smoked. Jayce sat between them and nervously twiddled his thumbs.

"Might help you relax, Jay," Dmitri offered. Viktor watched Jayce swallow as he eyed the last of the joint pinched in Dmitri's fingers. "No pressure, though."

"That sounds like pressure," Jayce chuckled. "I don't really know how to- like I don't smoke so I feel like I'd mess it up? Or something?"

"Are you nervous, Jayce?" Viktor asked as he sat up and rested an arm on Jayce's shoulder. His eyes darted to Viktor's lips, then back to his eyes. "I could help you if you want to try."

"O-okay, sure." Jayce barely got the words out before Viktor was climbing in his lap again, the joint hanging lazily between his lips. He looked up to him, eyes filled with wonder, as Viktor pulled it away from his mouth and exhaled away from Jayce. Dmitri leaned back against his headboard and watched with a smug grin.

"I'm going to smoke this," Viktor held the joint in front of Jayce's face. "And exhale into your mouth. You are going to inhale slowly , understand?"

Jayce nodded.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

Jayce nodded once more, hooded eyes locked onto Viktor's lips again. With the joint held between his lips he inhaled and held it as he reached and discarded the dregs of it into Dmitri's desk ashtray. He grabbed the sides of Jayce's cheeks and squeezed, forcing his mouth open, and exhaled smoke into his hot, wet mouth. He inhaled, their lips just barely touching, then closed his eyes with a smile. Smoke puffed out of his nose and he grinned up at Viktor with darkened eyes.

"Good?" Viktor asked.

Jayce nodded a third time, and hummed pleasantly as his hands travelled around Viktor's hips and cupped his ass. Viktor glanced over to Dmitri, who signaled his approval at what he was seeing as by slipping his pale cock out of his blue plaid boxers. Viktor draped his arms around Jayce's neck and slotted their mouths together. They groaned into each other's mouths, eyes fluttering shut, hips already grinding together. Jayce kneaded Viktor's ass with his massive hands. 

Dmitri crawled behind Jayce and sat down behind him. He reached down to the hem of Jayce's shirt and pulled up. Viktor pulled away for a moment and watched Dmitri's hands wrap around to Jayce's chest and take a dark nipple in each of his fingers. Jayce gasped and threw his head back, but Viktor quickly recaptured his lips, swallowing his groan. 

Things moved quickly from there. Jayce sat, shirtless and sandwiched between Dmitri and Viktor, being kissed and fondled by the both of them. 

Viktor had been so excited to fuck Jayce that he hadn't even considered that he'd get to watch him make out with Dmitri. When Viktor stood to undress, he watched them kiss one another aggressively, roughly, like it was a competition. Jayce pulled Dmitri’s face to his with both hands, fingers quickly grasping at his hair, and Dmitri’s grip was hard at the back of Jayce’s neck. Their noses pressed together, tongues visibly battling it out between their lips, an occasional nip from one of them pulling a guttural moan from the other.

Viktor quietly enjoyed the show until Jayce opened his eyes and gasped at the sight of Viktor's fully naked body, glistening before him, already wet and sensitive.

"Fuck, V, you're so sexy," Jayce breathed out.

"Do you want to eat him out?" Dmitri whispered to Jayce before nibbling at his earlobe. Jayce shivered.

"Yes, fuck, of course I do," Jayce responded, and hearing him say he wanted it caused Viktor to clench around nothing. Dmitri shifted to the side and Viktor pushed Jayce flat onto the bed with his foot. He went down easily, his grin almost delirious as he watched Viktor climb up to his chest. Viktor's cock nudged at Jayce's nose. His mouth fell open, eager, and Viktor leaned forward.

With muscular arms bulging as they wrapped around Viktor's thighs and pulled him down, Jayce pressed his tongue flat to Viktor's folds, lapping up his slick, before enveloping his cock in his wet and impossibly hot mouth. Viktor gasped and clenched his fist in Jayce's hair, causing him to moan against his cunt.

Dmitri had undressed fully and was now sitting above Jayce's head, his legs spread on either side. He stroked his cock lazily. Viktor leaned down, still riding Jayce's face, and licked a stripe up his shaft. His tongue teased at the slit before he sunk down onto it, easily able to take Dmitri's dick to the hilt after so much practice. Jayce slurped below him and Viktor moaned around Dmitri. The three of them made wet, obscene, erotic sounds of sucking and moaning that filled the room.

It didn't take long before Viktor was struggling to keep his mouth on Dmitri as he thrashed in pleasure from Jayce's ministrations. He was moaning, and gritting his teeth, and panting in such a way that made his mouth useless. Dmitri stroked himself and just held Viktor's chin in his hand as Jayce sucked hard on his clit and pulled him over the edge. Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. His orgasm came in waves, and Jayce swirled his tongue over the nub of his cock the entire time, until his legs were shaking and he couldn't hold up his own weight. He wrenched his legs away from Jayce's arms and rolled over onto his back. His cunt was throbbing. 

As Viktor caught his breath, he felt the mattress shifting beside him.

"Open up," Dmitri cooed as he tapped the tip of his cock against Viktor's swollen lips. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth, waiting for Dmitri to fuck his throat. "Good boy."

His length slid past Viktor's tongue and just peeked into his throat. He felt one of Dmitri's hands cup the back of his neck and the other fall to his waist, squeezing as he rolled his hips slowly against Viktor's lips. Then, another set of hands, warm and calloused, pressed his legs apart again. He could feel Jayce knelt between his knees, and groaned deep in his throat as he slid his cock through Viktor's slick, sensitive folds. 

He remembered how it had felt in his mouth the other night. Thick, hot, throbbing, almost too long for him to take. He tried imagining it again, but the cock occupying space in his throat was not the same.

Dmitri pulled out of Viktor's mouth as Jayce slid into the waiting heat of Viktor’s cunt. Viktor cried out, a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain rushing through him at being stretched around Jayce's cock. He'd never come from penetration alone, but if anyone could make him, it would be Jayce.

Viktor closed his eyes and let his holes be used, focusing on breathing through his nose and pushing down the guilt he felt at imagining two Jayces instead of Dmitri. At some point, offering him a bit of a breather, the two switched places. Viktor had whimpered at the loss, not even satisfied when Dmitri started fucking him and thumbing at his clit.

Taking Jayce's dick down his throat was a challenge, and took a few tries, but eventually he could shallowly thrust into Viktor's mouth. He was drunk on the smell of Jayce's sweat and body wash pressed into his nose. Just as he felt like he might come again, he felt Jayce's hot release drip down his throat. He clenched and came around Dmitri's cock with a groan. Viktor felt Dmitri pull out, glazing Viktor's stomach in his come as he stroked himself to completion. 

There was a pause, though Viktor didn't know how long, where the only thing he could hear was ringing and blood pumping in his ears. As it faded, Dmitri had climbed onto the bed and was laying beside him, and Jayce had left to procure some towels.

Dmitri leaned down and kissed Viktor's forehead.

"Good job, great job," he muttered more platitudes as he pressed kisses along Viktor's hairline. Viktor smiled lazily, then flinched at the feeling of a wet towel on his stomach. He watched Jayce quietly, gently clean him up while Dmitri cuddled him.

Soon, Dmitri was breathing evenly and deeply, and had slumped back into his pillows. It was time for his post-coital slumber, the moment Viktor had been silently waiting for. 

He and Jayce made eye contact, and he nodded towards the bedroom door. Jayce raised a brow, and Viktor gestured once more. When he tilted his head like a confused puppy, Viktor resorted to crude sign language. He pointed at Jayce, then at himself, then made a circle and poked his index finger through it until Jayce’s expression changed to understanding, and excitement. 

Viktor stealthily detangled himself from Dmitri's arms, knowing the man would be dead to the world for the rest of the night.

Viktor picked up the towels and dragged them along as he followed Jayce down the hall to his bedroom. It was the first time he'd been inside, but he didn't have long to admire the décor as Jayce tackled him into the bed. Their kisses were hot, messy, and desperate. 

"You're so fucking sexy, V," Jayce growled against Viktor's neck. "You've been driving me crazy."

"Yeah?" Viktor asked, and gasped as Jayce dragged his teeth down the column of his throat. "How crazy?"

"After I saw you for the first time, I couldn't stop myself from getting hard every time I heard you two having sex."

"Jesus, Jayce."

"I thought you were so fucking loud, but you made the sweetest sounds," he moved down to kiss along Viktor's symmetrical chest scars. "I came so fucking hard the first time I did that."

"I can admit to something too," Viktor breathed. Jayce had made his way back between Viktor's thighs and was sucking on their supple, pale skin. He groaned wantonly. "I stole your loofah."

Jayce glanced up at him from between his legs with a raised brow, then laughed and shook his head.

"So that's where that went," he said with a wicked grin. "What were you doing with it?"

"I-f-fuck, Jayce," Viktor stuttered, suddenly embarrassed, as Jayce sat up on his knees and let his cock rest against his soaking cunt. "Please, fuck me."

He leaned in, inches away from Viktor's face, pressing his length harder against him. Viktor squirmed, and whined, but Jayce grabbed his jaw hard and forced eye contact.

"Tell me what you did, and maybe I will."

Viktor moved his hips to grind against Jayce's dick, whimpering pathetically when he pulled away and grazed his entrance with his tip.

"I lathered it in your body wash before I took it home," he mumbled. "And I touched myself while I- hah , Jayce, please." Viktor felt hot, hotter than he'd been with both men on him earlier, like he was blushing from his ears to his abdomen. 

"While you...?" Jayce purred.

Viktor swallowed hard.

"Smelled it," Viktor forced out, and as he did, Jayce buried his cock to the hilt. Viktor mewled and scratched Jayce's muscular back, holding on for dear life as he was filled to the absolute limit.

"You like my smell, hm?" Jayce asked. He sat, bottomed out in Viktor, and stroked the inside of his milky thighs with calloused, hot hands. "No wonder you jumped at the chance to suck my cock."

"Jayce, I-" Viktor gasped as Jayce pulled out slowly, then slammed back inside. "I wanted to see your cock from the first time I met you." He chuckled a bit at the memory of Jayce choking on orange juice, but was quickly brought back to reality with another violent thrust.

"I see the way you look at me, Viktor," he continued his punishing pace. The sounds of skin slapping and Viktor whining filled Jayce's bedroom. "The way you look at my cock when you think I'm not noticing. I bet I could've smelled your dripping cunt if I tried hard enough."

Viktor gasped and wrapped his legs around Jayce, who gripped hard onto Viktor's hips. Hard enough to bruise, Viktor hoped.

"Did you think about me? When you were fucking him?" Jayce forced Viktor to look at him again, his eyes wild and dark with lust. "Did you?"

Viktor nodded with his lower lip pulled into his mouth. Jayce laughed, and lifted Viktor's hips up to hit a new angle with his cock. This one had Viktor digging his nails into Jayce's skin and wailing.

"Yeah, does he ever fuck you this good? Make you scream like this?"

Viktor shook his head and felt his third orgasm from the inside, where Jayce's cock was pummeling the perfect spot. He didn't even need to touch his cock.

Jayce reached out to Viktor's face and thumbed at his cheek, where a tear had fallen.

"Feels good, yeah? Being this full." The words were proud, cocky, even, but his expression was softer, more concerned. Viktor heard the real question behind his exaggerated pride: are these good tears?

Viktor nodded and pulled Jayce down to kiss him breathless before leaning close to his ear.

"I also don't let him come inside. But I want you to."

Jayce's hips began to stutter, his mouth hanging open as he nodded.

"Can you do that, Jayce? Can you fill me up?"

"Yes, fuck, yes, Viktor ," Jayce started panting and grunting. "Gonna fill you up so good. You want my come? God, you're such a whore."

The unexpected degradation pulled Viktor back to the ledge, and the deep groan and throb of Jayce coming inside sent him tumbling over. He came in waves again, his cunt milking every drop from Jayce's cock that it could.

Jayce collapsed on top of him. His weight was comforting, and Viktor listened to his breathing slowly even out. He nosed into Viktor’s neck and kissed it once, twice, before leaning back up on his arms. Jayce was so beautiful, blushing from the tips of his ears to his collarbone, sweat matting hair to his forehead. He smiled, and Viktor recognized how easily he could get addicted to this view, if he wasn’t already.

That was the last night Viktor ever had sex with Dmitri.

Spring break was coming up, and Dmitri was going overseas to visit his family for two weeks. In that timespan, Jayce and Viktor fucked in every room of the apartment but Dmitri's multiple times. 

Viktor came over so often he packed a bag to spend the entire week leading up to Dmitri's return there. Jayce had bent him over the couch, the kitchen counter, and his own desk. He fucked Viktor up against the tile wall of the shower, forcing him to bite down on his newly purchased shower sponge after using it to clean himself.

"We should go on a date sometime," Jayce said breathlessly with a sweaty arm wrapped around Viktor's shoulder, looking up at his ceiling. "Like get dinner or something."

Viktor had a chance to actually admire Jayce’s simply decorated bedroom. He had plain, black shelves full of knick-knacks and completed Lego sets, many of them Star Wars themed. Viktor was surprised that Jayce had a small collection of crystals and incense that he also kept by his computer. He’d explained to Viktor what each crystal was for when he asked, his eyes sparkling with enjoyment as he did.

"We have had dinner together almost every night for the past two weeks, Jayce," Viktor replied sleepily. Dmitri was due back tomorrow afternoon, and Viktor had wanted to drive home tonight, but Jayce's bed was so comfortable, and he'd just fucked Viktor absolutely boneless.

"Eating pizza on my living room floor while you watch me play video games isn't much of a date, V."

"Is it not? I quite enjoy it," Viktor turned to look up at Jayce, who was already looking down at him. They kissed slowly, sweetly, Jayce holding Viktor's face in his palm like something precious. "Is this your way of saying you want this to be something more...romantic?"

Jayce grinned, still flushed and sweating from their activities, and kissed Viktor's forehead.

"I had hoped after you proved your hypothesis using a very thorough application of the scientific method," he mumbled into Viktor's hairline, "that we might reach such a conclusion."

Viktor giggled. They both did. Jayce dipped down to rub his nose against Viktor's with unbridled affection and joy.

They decided to spend the week apart after Dmitri returned, both so that Dmitri could settle back in from his trip and they could both consider the next step seriously. However, that didn't stop them from calling each other.

It was never Viktor's fault, really. Jayce would shoot him a text laced with corny sentiments and emojis. Viktor would respond with snark. Jayce would tease him back and then, well...

"God, I love watching the way you take my cock," Jayce's voice wasn't the same through Viktor's phone's speaker, but it was still effective. "Like you're made for it. Right, V?"

" Mmphmm, " Viktor responded around the fingers in his mouth. His other hand was three fingers deep inside his cunt, curling as he grinded against his palm, chasing his release. From where the phone was pinned between his head and his pillow, he heard the quick, wet sounds of Jayce stroking his cock with increased urgency.

"Gonna come soon. Sorry I can't stuff your pussy with it the way you like," Jayce rasped. Viktor groaned, pulling his fingers out of his mouth and quickly tugging at his tiny, swollen cock. "Gonna come for me?"

" Yes, Jayce," Viktor half moaned, half whispered into the phone. "Should I come on your cock?"

"Fuck, please, baby ," Jayce groaned. "Come on my cock, milk my fucking come straight from the source, ah, shit-"

They came in unison, and drifted down from their peak to the sound of each other's labored breathing.

"Baby?" Viktor finally asked.

"Sorry," Jayce huffed a laugh. "Got carried away."

"No I-" Viktor felt himself blush even though Jayce couldn't see him. "I liked it."

"Yeah? Okay, baby."

"Don't overdo it."

Jayce laughed, full and hearty, in a way that sung to Viktor's soul.

"I miss you," Jayce said quietly, almost secretly.

"It has been four days, Jayce," Viktor rolled his eyes to himself, but couldn't ignore the fluttering feeling in his chest. "This does seem to be proving the whole 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' thing."

"For you too?"

Viktor's cheeks burned.

"Yes, Jayce."

There was silence, but Viktor trusted that Jayce was smiling on the other line.

"Speaking of, I felt like you should know: Dmitri told me he has feelings for you over lunch today."

Viktor's eyes flew open and he felt a slight pang in his chest. That ship had sailed for Viktor long ago, when they set the boundaries of their "just friends who fuck one another" relationship. He sighed.

"What did you say?"

"Well," Jayce inhaled. "He asked for my advice since we're friends. You and I, I mean. I guess Dmitri and I are still friends too," He cleared his throat and lowered his voice a bit. "I told him I don't think it's a good idea."

"You didn't tell him about us?"

"I... thought we were waiting. To make things official."

Viktor squeezed his eyes shut. Jayce had wanted to wait until they'd at least had their first proper date before being open about the turn in their relationship. As he'd told him the day they met, he didn't do casual relationships, and nothing about the way Jayce showed his feelings was ever casual. It made falling for him a lot easier, knowing there would be a soft, warm place to land.

"Right. Okay well, he can find out at the same time as everyone else. Thank you for letting me know."

Jayce hummed affirmatively. 

"Jayce?"

Another quiet hum came from the other line.

"You're falling asleep, aren't you?"

Jayce moaned sleepily in a way that sparked a quiet heat in Viktor's abdomen.

"You got me," he admitted. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, V."

"Goodnight, Jayce."

"Love you, goodn-" Jayce paused. "I didn't mean to-That just slipped out, I'm sorry. I do like you, like a lot. I think it was just, I don't know, instinct? From talking on the phone? I promise I'm not trying to-"

"Jayce," Viktor chuckled. "It is fine. For what it is worth I...also like you a lot."

There was a beat of silence before Jayce exhaled with a chuckle that faded to another pleased hum.

"Sweet dreams, V."

Jayce pulled up to Viktor's apartment the night of their date in his grey, compact car, something far too small for a man of his stature, but functional enough. Viktor quickly peeked out of the window to take a look, and his heart skipped a beat. Jayce wore a simple, deep crimson button up, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and barely containing his muscular arms that Viktor knew were covered in a thin layer of dark hair.

Viktor had seen this man naked from nearly every angle, but his cleaned-up look took his breath away. He suddenly felt nervous. He checked in the mirror by his door, straightening out his ironed, black dress shirt. His hair had been growing out into curling waves, and he opted to tie it back and leave two tendrils framing his face. Did it make his features look too harsh? Should he put in contacts and leave his silver, rectangular glasses at home?

The doorbell rang before he could spiral any further. Jayce stood before him, smiling brightly and framed by the setting sun, holding a glass vase of water and roses. He'd even cut the stems.

"Viktor," Jayce inhaled sharply. Viktor worried for a moment until he saw a matching flush creep up the sides of his neck. "You look great."

Viktor leaned against his cane and brushed a strand of hair behind his ear.

"I do own more than graphic t-shirts and sleep pants, Jayce," he scoffed, and stepped aside to allow him in. Jayce walked to set the flowers down on Viktor's nearest table and Viktor shamelessly stared at the way Jayce's pants hugged his ass. "Actually, I'm surprised you own slacks."

"Well, I hope I can keep surprising you," he replied, almost giddy. He offered Viktor his arm and led them back to his car. Viktor didn't feel deserving of it: the roses, the chivalry, the nice restaurant that Jayce reserved for them, the way he opened Viktor's car door for him. But he allowed himself to enjoy it regardless.

It was, without a doubt, the nicest date of Viktor’s life.

Sure, Jayce was hot. But he also acted the perfect gentleman, a side of him Viktor thought he'd never be privy to until Jayce had asked him out properly. He kept it chaste, like a true first date, but they conversed like long-time friends. 

"This was nice," Viktor said as he held Jayce's hands in the flickering light of the wall sconce by Viktor's apartment door. "Very nice."

"Nice?" Jayce's face fell almost imperceptibly. "Honestly, Viktor, this was my best first date ever. I know we kinda took a strange path to get here but," he raised Viktor's hand to his face, "I'm glad it's with you." He pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles, and Viktor quietly gasped.

"It was more than nice, Jayce," Viktor moved his hand to cup Jayce's jaw. "It was perfect. Really." He leaned in and kissed Jayce's cheek, where it was burning red.

They sat in that perfect, wordless space for a few moments. Crickets chirped. Jayce affectionately nudged Viktor's nose with his. 

"Do you...want to be my boyfriend, V?" Jayce asked shakily. Viktor laughed, pulling back to look Jayce directly in the eyes.

"Yes, Jayce. Of course. For as long as I can." He didn't have time to be shocked at his own boldness before Jayce was lifting him into an embrace and they were filling the evening air with their laughter. 

It's been over a decade since that first date, and over six years since their wedding anniversary. They've both changed a lot in that time, and loved each other the whole way.

Viktor switched his cane for a crutch. Jayce grew out his beard just long enough to cover his jaw. Now, it has little spots of grey in it. They're husbands. They're growing old together.

Not that thirties is really that old. But they do feel their age in the aches of their bones, both from pushing too hard at their shared dream, and in the ease of which domesticity settled on them. Like it was bespoke. Like being in love was something made for Jayce and Viktor.

They really felt their age tonight, leaned up against a table in their nicest clothes, trapped at a fundraising gala being held by the extremely influential Giopara family. Representatives from many different companies all mingled and drank and danced. Viktor is here for Jayce's sake. Jayce sometimes calls him his "emotional support person" with all the affection in the world. He's turned away and speaking to a tall, older woman when Viktor sees a ghost from their past.

Dmitri.

He looks good, wearing his age well. He's in a sharp, black suit, almost the same color as his hair, which is tied back in his signature low ponytail. As he wraps up his conversation with a short and stout man who Viktor recognizes as one of their old professors, their gazes meet.

Dmitri smiles, and it's sweet. Viktor remembers their friendship, with all the benefits, fondly. Dmitri and Jayce had experienced somewhat of a falling out after Jayce and Viktor's romantic relationship became official, but if it still bothers Dmitri, it doesn't show as he almost jogs to meet Viktor a few steps away from his table. 

"V! It's been too long," he pulls Viktor's hand towards him and shakes it with vigor and enthusiasm that Viktor halfway returns with a smile. In his periphery, he notices Jayce's eyes dart to where they are standing for just a moment as he listens, or maybe doesn't, to the woman in front of him. 

"Dmitri, how are you, old friend?" Viktor asks, leaning against his crutch with a hip popped out. 

"Old? Look at you, calling me old," Dmitri laughs. "I'm doing well, doing well, how are you?"

"I'm well!" Viktor nods. "Jayce and I are here to sell people on Hextech. The usual."

"I read the paper you two published about it," Dmitri says as he raises his drink, pink and fizzy in a slender champagne flute, to his lips. "Interesting stuff." He sips.

"It's mostly Jayce I just-"

"Oh Viktor, don't be so modest! I've seen the demonstrations as well. I think you should have no trouble finding interested investors," he assures Viktor with a bright smile. Viktor nods politely, then notices the gold band on Dmitri's finger as he takes another drink.

"Finally settled down?" Viktor asks.

"Oh, yeah!" Dmitri proudly holds up his ring finger. "For a little while now. Kiddos too. Five and two. And we're trying for our third."

Viktor stifles a laugh at the statement. Not because he doesn't think Dmitri is serious, but because he basically just told one of his old college friends at a networking event that he's fucking his wife raw as much as possible.

"How are the two of you?" Dmitri nods over to Jayce, who is now blatantly staring at the two of them as someone attempts to talk to him. Jayce politely acknowledges Dmitri, but his brow is furrowed. "He seems a bit... perturbed."

"He's fine," Viktor says, turning back to Dmitri with the full knowledge that Jayce is watching them. He smiles more widely, and leans a bit closer. "He does most of the talking but he hates these things, honestly."

Dmitri chuckles.

"Yeah he never struck me as the spokesperson guy. Has the face for it, though!"

Viktor laughs, and barely brushes Dmitri's sleeve with his fingertips as he does. In seconds, Jayce is moving in his periphery. 

"That he does," Viktor replies, taking another sip of his drink and eyeing Dmitri over the rim. "Speak of the devil, and he shall appear!"

Jayce slides up to Viktor's side and immediately wraps a warm arm around his waist. He pulls him in for a kiss on the temple, the coarse hairs of his beard brushing against Viktor's forehead.

"Jayce! How have you been, man? You look good!" Dmitri holds out a hand for Jayce to shake. And he does, though stiffly.

"Dmitri, I see you found my husband before you found me," Jayce places a noticeable emphasis on Viktor's title, causing him to blush a bit. "We've been well, thank you for asking."

"Dmitri was just telling me about his exciting love life," Viktor says to Jayce with a wicked grin. His eyebrows fly up and an anxious laugh escapes him. "Married. Kids. Picket fence, maybe?" Viktor glances back to Dmitri.

"Something like that." Dmitri replies. He smiles, and it's genuine. He has the look of a man proud of the life he's built, and Viktor is truly happy for him. Viktor's just as happy that Jayce is practically vibrating with possessive jealousy beside him. "My wife wasn't feeling well, otherwise she would have joined me tonight."

"Well, send her our regards, I hope she feels better," Jayce tugs gently at Viktor's waist. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

There it is.

Viktor hums affirmatively and sets his drink down before allowing Jayce to steer him out and away from the ballroom they've been in all night. They go halfway down a hallway before Jayce starts checking doors. The moment one of them opens into a linen closet, he's pulling Viktor in by the lapels of his fitted, maroon suit.

"Why the fuck is he here?" Jayce growls as he locks the door and brackets Viktor against the shelf of towels.

"Mmm, probably for the same reason you and I are?" Viktor says innocently, but he can't help biting his bottom lip.

"You fucking tease," Jayce shoves his body against Viktor's, who responds with a pleased hum. "You better not have been thinking about fucking him."

"Jayce, I haven't thought about fucking him in well over a decade," Viktor's voice is calm and collected, but his heart is hammering as Jayce starts mouthing over his throat and sheds his own suit jacket before undoing the buttons of Viktor's shirt. "You know this."

Jayce growls , and Viktor feels his cock throb from it. 

"I know," Jayce repeats. He's got Viktor's shirt open and is biting hard on the milky skin over his collarbones. Viktor whimpers and whines helplessly. "I know you only think about me fucking you."

"Yes, Jayce," Viktor pants.

"Say it," Jayce snaps back at him. He's barely undone Viktor's belt and is trying to force his thick hand beneath his waistband. Viktor unfastens his fly for him, and feels Jayce cup the wet spot that's now formed in his briefs.

"I only think about fucking you," Viktor gasps, and Jayce surges forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. It's messy, like he's trying to prove himself, like he doesn't already have Viktor locked down. "Only you, Jayce."

"Oh, look at that," Jayce curls a finger to pet at Viktor's folds through the wet cloth of his underwear. "Soaked for me already? God, you're such a slut. Have you been waiting all night for me to pull you into a closet?"

Viktor hums affirmatively, shakily. Honestly, seeing Jayce all cleaned up always puts him in this kind of mood. They realized very early on in their relationship that they both share abnormally high sex drives, as if there weren't enough ways their puzzle pieces fit. And since it was mutual, it sometimes led to obsessive sex in inconvenient places.

In all things, they enable one another, for better or for worse.

His pants and underwear are all pulled down in one swift motion before Jayce is slipping a finger into Viktor's cunt with no resistance. Viktor rolls his hips, grinding his engorged clit into Jayce's palm.

"Feel good, baby?" Jayce asks, his voice dripping with false, saccharine sentiment. "I love making my baby feel good. I love making you mine." He slides another finger in, and at the base of it Viktor can feel the metal of Jayce's handmade wedding band. "Feel that? You're all mine, aren't you Viktor?"

"Yes, Jayce, I'm all yours," Viktor whines. The closet is filled with the obscene squelching sounds of Jayce's fingers fucking him. "So take me, please, fuck me already." 

Jayce groans gutturally.

"I fucking love it when you beg," Jayce pulls one of Viktor's hands down to his belt. "Get my cock out if you want it so bad, slut."

Slender fingers work to deftly undo Jayce's belt buckle, then his fly. Jayce's thick, leaking cock springs free from just a tug on his waistband. Before Viktor can touch it, Jayce has removed his fingers, with a dramatic pout and sob from Viktor, and is bending his husband over an empty industrial hamper. It suddenly rolls back on its wheels.

"Oh, shit," Jayce scrambles to grab and pull it back to Viktor's waist and toes the locks on the cart's wheels. Viktor giggles, and Jayce bends to kiss his cheek. "Sorry about that, baby."

"Mmmm, make it up to me then," Viktor sways his hips in the air, watching Jayce stare at his dripping, throbbing cunt. " Please fuck me, Jayce. I've been good."

"Good?" Jayce lines himself up and teases Viktor's entrance with his precome slicked tip. "Talking and laughing with the man I had to steal you from is you being good?" He withdraws a bit and drags his hot length against Viktor's soaked folds. 

"S-steal?" Viktor tries to scoff, but a moan escapes him instead as Jayce continues to grind against him. "I'm not anyone's to steal."

"Tsk," Jayce drags his cock through Viktor’s folds and fully pulls back his dick. "Wrong answer," he says as he drives his cock into Viktor's wet heat. He immediately starts pounding his cunt, shaking the cart Viktor is bracing against, squeaking its wheels. As Viktor opens his mouth to cry, Jayce wraps a hand around to cover it and leans into his ear. "You're fucking mine, remember?"

Viktor whimpers affirmatively. He's so full, so perfectly full in the way only Jayce can make him feel. He’s rough, and he's fast, and he's still hitting his marks, the spots inside that make Viktor keen. Jayce's other hand is at Viktor's waist, pulling him back as he thrusts inside.

"This pussy is mine. Your whole body is mine, V," he grunts into Viktor's ear. "Every hole, every weak little groan and whimper," he's panting now. "It's all mine. "

Viktor can only groan his muffled agreement and cry. He knows Jayce will stop if Viktor gives him the signal, but that's the last thing on his mind right now. Tears roll down his face and onto Jayce's hand where it still covers his gaping mouth.

"Say it, Viktor," Jayce withdraws his hand and stands back up. Viktor turns and sees Jayce holding up the hem of his shirt to watch his cock disappear into his cunt over and over. "Tell me who you belong to."

" You , Jayce," Viktor rasps out. "I'm all yours, I'm all fucking yours."

"All mine, my good boy,” Jayce continues breathily. “Only had to fuck you once to show you how much better I am than him, huh? I'm the best you've ever had, aren't I?"

"You are, Jayce, you're the best I've- fuck - best I've ever had."

"Best you ever will have." Jayce corrects Viktor breathlessly. Viktor nods, his mouth hanging open. "Sound good? You want to be my personal cocksleeve forever, V? My perfect little cockwhore?”

Before Viktor can respond, Jayce raises his foot up on one of the shelves and is driving in at a maddening new angle.

“No sharing you with undeserving men that can’t make you scream like this. Only I can. You never made these sounds before I touched you, did you? Not with him, not with anyone." 

This is a level of possessiveness Jayce hasn’t exhibited since they were in their twenties, and Viktor is fucking loving it. The skin slapping, the profanities, the wet smack of Viktor's cunt, and both of their groans start to lose their rhythm as they approach their climax.

"Tell me what you want, baby," Jayce wraps his hand around and starts to circle Viktor's pulsing clit, clumsily but effectively. "Tell me and I'll give it to you. Please, baby."

"Come inside me, Jayce," Viktor begs, and they lock eyes, amber to hazel. "And let me come on your cock while you fill me up. Give it to me. Please, please come for me, Jayce."

Jayce nods, grunts, and drives forward, and it isn't long before his cock is dragging Viktor's orgasm along with it. Viktor feels his walls flutter and clench around Jayce as his throbbing, thick cock spills into him. He whines and whimpers Viktor's name as he does it, just as needy as him at the end of it all.

It was true what Viktor had said: Jayce did hate these things: galas, balls, sucking up to the richest of the rich. These little moments of risky escape were what kept him from giving up on networking events entirely, and what kept Viktor joining him.

It takes them a few minutes to catch their breath. As they do, Jayce runs his fingers along Viktor’s sides, humming pleasantly to himself. He kisses Viktor’s shoulders a few times, and nuzzles into the crook of his neck. Viktor enjoys it until a sharp pain in his spine reminds him rudely of the way he’s been bent and jostled for the past several minutes

"I am not sure if I could handle that angle again, Jayce," Viktor finally admits as Jayce's softening length slides out of him. "My back is already protesting." He reaches for one of the towels on the shelf, but Jayce grabs his wrist. His eyes are still dark with lust, sweat beading on his forehead.

"No," he says firmly. "You're going to put your clothes back on just like this," he starts pulling Viktor's pants back up before working on his own. As Viktor is working on his fly, Jayce pulls his back to his chest. 

"We're going to do the rounds, say our goodbyes," he whispers into the shell of Viktor's ear. "Then, I'm going to take you home and clean you up with my mouth before I fuck you again. Sound good?"

Viktor shivers, then nods and starts buttoning up his shirt.

An uncomfortable pool of their combined release is trapped in Viktor's briefs as they exit the linen closet, but a warm feeling settles in his abdomen when he thinks about what will happen once his husband gets him home.

His husband. Their home.