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Jayce is snapped out of his stupor by the abrupt slam of a heavy metal door. His mind resurfaces from the clouds and, in a strange limbo between awareness and disassociation, he finds himself standing shirtless in a Planet Fitness locker room.
A muscle-deep quiver racks up his body. He has the sudden feeling that he's being watched. He whips his head around, but finds that none of the few men in the gym locker room this late at night are looking at him. Thank Christ for that, because getting caught zoning out in public is fucking embarrassing.
He stands up from the bench he doesn't recall sitting on, and the muggy air that's damp from all the shower steam makes him feel exposed. Jayce digs his bathrobe out of his bag and tugs it on. It makes him feel marginally better. Body covered from view, he shimmies out of his briefs and lets them fall to his ankles. Stepping out of them at lightning speed, he snatches them up and stuffs them into his duffel’s front pocket, an unreasonable fear haunting him that someone would notice they were Jurassic Park themed and judge him.
Very fortunate that he (for once) did not forget to pack his slides, because the scraggly concrete of the rough-yet-moist floor will be an extraordinarily unpleasant sensation on his bare feet, and he can't keep his socks on. Not where he's going.
At the bougie downtown Planet Fitness for an 8 p.m. sauna trip with his best friend is not how Jayce thought he'd be spending his Valentine's Day. But lately, he wants to be open to trying new things.
Much like another experience that permanently altered Jayce's life, it started with snow.
One week ago…
The year had given them a deceptively dry winter thus far. The kind of cold that left every part of you brittle and cracking open, down to your rattling, shivering bones. Viktor, their dorm’s resident skeleton, was especially susceptible to the merciless bite of the icy wind.
Jayce had snorted when Viktor came home from class one day looking like a cross between an elephant and a marshmallow. A truly impressive amount of winter gear, to be honest.
“Come on, I'm sure you've dealt with worse than this, Mr. Eastern European. You can't handle a little Northeast American winter?”
Buried beneath layers of an itchy but warm acrylic scarf that irritated Viktor's nose and mouth into a charming carnation, those fiery amber eyes pinned him with a withering gaze. Jayce had to keep himself from grinning like a lunatic; frustration looked too good on his bestie.
“This is not winter.” Viktor grumbled, a crackle like flint and steel sharpening his tone. He huffed and puffed as he emerged from his cocoon of winter coats. “This is a punishment from the Nordic gods themselves.”
He kicked off his boots, and they thudded next to the doormat as he continued his grouching. “Or more accurately, a curse from the frost giants of Jotunheim.”
A fond smile took over Jayce's expression as Viktor shook out his chestnut waves, then plopped onto the couch next to him. His ogling is interrupted with a question.
“What are you watching?”
Jayce looked over to the ad break playing on TV. “Oh, uh, just rewatching Justice League Unlimited. Didn't wanna spend the night bed-rotting so I decided to compromise and get cozy here instead.”
Viktor nodded, his gaze softening. “Keeping warm?”
Jayce's smile flickered, eyes shuttering to reveal the lonely despair that was hidden beneath his friendly expression. “Yeah.”
Lately, his anxiety was hitting him harder than he’d like to admit, despite his luck with weather patterns. Jayce had allowed himself silent, internal cheers as they began to approach mid-February with nary a snowflake in sight. Uncharacteristic of Piltover, a small but densely populated town placed right in the thick of the Greater Boston Area, there hadn’t been any snow at all, not even flurries. Jayce was lowkey rooting for climate change to pull through and keep it that way, for the sake of his seasonal depression actually remaining seasonal.
Spring midterms were around the corner, and he needed his shit together by then. Jayce did not want a repeat of his anxiety attack in the rickety, fluorescent-flickering elevator of the Social Studies Hall last winter. The groaning metal sounds of most elevators were enough to put him on edge on a good day. Pair the cruel timing of the lights flickering off for a good thirty seconds, with the machine stalling in the elevator shaft before it properly settled and opened the doors, and you've got a very confused Jayce-brain, convinced that he is still a helpless eight-year-old stuck in the twisted wreckage of a crashed car with his mom unresponsive and bleeding in the middle of a record blizzard.
Despite the insistence of his therapist that all signs point to PTSD and he needs a psych eval, that felt like way too heavy of a bag to unpack. So, when asked why he behaves a certain way this time of year, he keeps his answer short and simple:
“I dunno man, I just fucking hate winter. Makes me feel grumpy.”
What Jayce didn't know yet was that for once in his life, this winter would also bring him blessings, instead of just sorrow.
The idea came to them after their usual Sunday afternoon grocery run. They came home near frozen solid, and penguin-huddled on the couch so they could defrost underneath an enormous throw blanket. Jayce loved these winter nights together: sitting with hot drinks, curled up and ranting about school and life. It was refreshing for him.
“You are right, you know. Winters are objectively colder where I grew up. But it's not really about temperature. It's about how suddenly intense it gets.”
Viktor waved a hand around as he talked, the other occupied with a steaming mug of green tea.
“Back home, winter creeps in like an old friend. Here, you get weeks of mild weather before she slaps you in the face like a woman scorned. There is no build-up whatsoever!”
“Yup. That's Massachusetts for ya,” Jayce sing-songed. He took a sip of his hot cocoa, unfazed.
Viktor blinked at him owlishly. “I cannot believe you grew up like this. It is simply heinous.”
“Heinous is a good word. It must be so hard for you,” Jayce snorted, snuggling deeper into the blanket.
His heart throbbed in contentment when their socked feet slotted together, both of them seeking heat between the couch cushions. He felt so lucky to be here, warm and safe and laughing with his best friend in the whole wide world.
“So very hard, Jayce. I am suffering like you would not believe.” Viktor's tone was grave, but his eyes twinkled with a mischief that sent Jayce into another fit of chuckles.
“I mean, at least in Czechia we have hot springs,” Viktor complained. “Ugh, if only I could just go skinny-dipping and sit in steam until I feel myself melt into jelly. My mother hated it, she said my friends were a bad influence, but it felt too good to care. Damn, those were the days.”
Jayce tilted his head, hazel eyes blinking curiously. “What's skinny-dipping?”
Viktor’s jaw slackened in disbelief. “Oh, sweet summer child. What do you think skinny-dipping in a hot spring is?”
Jayce was starting to have an idea, but he felt too embarrassed to say it out loud in case his guess was wrong. He cursed his sheltered upbringing for the umpteenth time. “I really don't know. That's why I'm asking—”
His best friend gave a soft chortle. “Take a guess, Jaybird.” As he explained, he delicately plucked a piece of blanket fluff that was clinging to Jayce's cheek. The quiet care of the gesture had warmth blooming in Jayce’s chest.
“A hot spring is not like a pool. Many cultures find it… not forbidden, but eh, ill-advised, to enter one in a bathing suit.” Viktor waggled his eyebrows. “If you are picking up what I am putting down.”
Jesus, he was unfairly cute when he used American idioms like that. “Alright, alright, I get it. Stop teasing me.” Jayce groaned, chuckling.
“I really do learn something new about you every day, Vik. I honestly don’t think I could be bold enough, being naked in front of so many people.”
Viktor hummed, pensive. “I do not think there is any shame in preferring to be modest. It doesn’t mean you lack confidence, but…I know we’ve spoken about how this modesty is not necessarily inherent to you.”
Jayce made a small noise of frustration. “It was honestly trained into me. And I kinda hate it? I wish I had more confidence so I could do something like that, because I want to. I wish I didn’t feel like I know so little about the world.”
The way his voice got small and quiet made Viktor frown. Gingerly, he held Jayce’s hand in his own and thought hard over his next words.
“Considering my upbringing, which was pretty secular, I can't say I know the full extent of that trauma. But if you want to heal from that… it doesn't have to be with strangers.” His thumb caressed Jayce’s strong knuckles. “Just with people that you trust. It's liberating, relaxing, and quite nice once you get past the nudity. It really does not feel too different from, eh, chilling at the pool with friends.”
Jayce’s heart skipped a beat. He is someone I trust, whispered an overeager little voice in his head, much to his chagrin. He tightened his grip on Viktor’s hand, blinking up at him. He still felt nervous, but he was warming up to the idea.
“Dude, that's so easy for you to say though.” His lips stretched into a mischievous smile. “You've clearly got that, I dunno, Bohemian attitude. When you’re alone, you walk around naked without a care in the world.”
He shook his head, fighting back laughter as his ears turned red. “I swear, I’ve lost count of how many times I've walked in on you, it's actually insane. Just meat out for no reason.” Viktor barked out a shocked laugh, which spurred Jayce to finally burst out cackling.
“You are not the first to complain of this, but that's definitely the most interesting way I've heard someone say that.” Snickering, Viktor pulled his hand away to wipe amused tears from his eyes, and Jayce tried to ignore the unmoored feeling it gave him.
“I wouldn't even say it's because of my background. I think spending so much of my childhood in and out of hospitals, constantly stripping for examinations, has just made me feel, eh, indifferent, to nudity.” He smirked. “A kind of exposure therapy, if you will.”
Jayce snorted. “Exposure therapy, hm? Maybe that kind of thing would help me too. Just not sure how much I'd be willing to expose,” he huffed out an awkward laugh, “Not like there's any hot springs around here, anyway.”
Viktor quirked a bushy brow. “No, but there is a sauna at the gym. You're there all the time, why not start small?”
“Yeah, sorry but I'm gonna have to go with ‘hell no.’ It is so crowded, and there's just no way I'm doing that all by myself.”
Thoughtful, Viktor did that thing where he strokes his chin like an old man, even though he doesn’t have a beard. Jayce wanted to grab his face and shake him around like a cat. “Hm. Then, what if…what if I came with you? For moral support.”
Jayce blinked rapidly, stunned silent. “What.”
Present day
The only time they could find in their schedule for this trip was (with painful irony) Valentine's Day.
They started off the holiday as they usually do. Jayce splurged at Trader Joe's for fancy and uniquely flavored bars of chocolate that he knew Viktor would love: dark chocolate orange, raspberry chili, classic salted caramel.
Like always, he also bought some heart shaped candies to offer to whoever came into the lab, while Viktor bought some flowers to decorate the space. They liked a theme, sue them. All decorations were placed on their personal desks and not the actual lab workspace tables anyhow.
Year after year, it's been yellow roses, to symbolize their friendship. A celebration of platonic love on Valentine's Day was totally normal and common.
This year, Viktor walked in with a mixed bouquet of yellow roses and the prettiest little pink rosebuds.
“Oh,” Jayce gasped before he could help it. He flushed at his own stupefied reaction. “Vik, those are beautiful. I haven't seen you get this kind before?”
Viktor shuffled, hand flexing on the handle of his cane in his usual nervous tic. He cradled the bouquet in one arm like an infant, work bag slung over his shoulder.
“I thought we could use some variety, and the florist, he…well, he said that pink roses can symbolize joy, sweetness, and admiration.”
Admiration. Jayce's heart pounded. Sweet Jesus, what the hell is wrong with him.
Stunned silent, Jayce nodded and took the flowers. He placed them into their awaiting vase of water as Viktor continued.
“I know you have been…under the weather lately, so I wanted to brighten the space some more for you. Besides, we have known each other for a while now. I think, eh…” Viktor stuttered. A flush of his own colored his handsome face. “Yellow roses alone just did not feel like enough anymore.”
He gave Jayce a shy look through inky lashes. “I hope I am making sense.”
Jayce rushed to reassure him. “You're making perfect sense, don't worry. You're right, we are…” He swallowed thickly. We are more than friends. No, too vague. You mean everything to me. That's much too forward. I think of you as my brother. God, that just sounds fucking dumb—
Jayce was still Figuring Things Out. But even he knew that the way Viktor made him feel crossed the line of “family” too often for that last one to ring true. At one point he had genuinely viewed their close connection as a kind of brotherhood, but not anymore.
An awkward, dopey smile stretched out on Jayce's face. “We have grown very close.”
Words are such futile devices.
Later that evening is when they got ready for Sauna Time, as Viktor had taken to calling it. The gym is less crowded at night, so Viktor hoped Jayce would be more comfortable. It was incredibly thoughtful of him. Jayce's chest throbbed again.
“Bring your swim trunks,” Viktor had said. “We're going to try out their jacuzzi before the sauna. I wouldn't want to overwhelm you.”
Which brings them to the present moment, where Jayce is absolutely overwhelmed. He cannot believe he is doing this. Why does he let Viktor talk him into things?
Really, he knew it was because Viktor is his better half—always saying or doing the thing that Jayce did not have the courage or motivation to. He agreed because he had wanted this, deep down. It just feels better to blame someone.
And now here he is, sat inside a sauna for the first time in his life, clutching onto his bathrobe like a grandma. He has no one to blame but himself, really.
Viktor is surprisingly not here yet, which is actually good, because Jayce is not strong enough to withstand his flirty behavior continuing from the jacuzzi.
Jayce had gotten into the jacuzzi before Viktor did. There were others in the workout rooms and the locker room, but the pool was blessedly empty. Not even a lifeguard, because it is not Planet Fitness’ problem if they die.
His bubble of tranquility burst when Viktor had blown cool air on the back of Jayce’s neck.
Jayce yelped. “V!”
Viktor cackled when Jayce stopped and turned half way to see him leaned close, chin almost touching his shoulder. Their noses brushed, and Jayce flustered away, leaning back. “Vee. Stop teasing me,” he whined.
“But you are so easy to tease.” Viktor had crooned.
Viktor is only half right. Jayce is easily embarrassed, but solely in front of his best friend. He’s got an image to maintain.
Cool air rushes in when the man plaguing his thoughts steps into the sauna chamber, with nothing on but a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Jayce shifts in his seat as Viktor takes in his crossed arms and legs, the tight grip he’s keeping on his heavy bathrobe.
“Hey,” Jayce chokes out.
“Jayce.” Viktor hums in greeting, easing down next to him with a laborious sigh. He leans his cane on the opposite bench. “You look the exact opposite of relaxed.”
“I’m relaxed,” Jayce snaps. Viktor arches one reprimanding brow, and Jayce’s shoulders immediately shrink from their defensive stance. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll try to chill out.”
“You had better ‘chill out’. Otherwise my efforts will be all for naught.” Viktor slumps back against the wall with another sigh, this one more relaxed. His towel seems to relax right along with him, and Jayce stares with wide eyes as its loose tie unravels completely. The only reason he’s not getting flashed right now is that the fabric is still bunched over the soft bulge in Viktor’s lap.
He isn’t really cognizant of how stiff his body language is (and something else might be getting stiff too) until Viktor tsks his disapproval. “Jaybird, please. Relax.”
“I don’t even know how to in this situation.”
“You could start by removing that ridiculous garment you have on. Stop stealing clothes from your poor mother, she is a very sweet woman.”
“What the hell!” Jayce shoulder-checks him, offended, but he can’t keep himself from laughing. Viktor giggles.
“Seriously, though. It is only us here, Jayce, I didn't see anyone else out there. You must feel hot in that fuzzy thing.”
Jayce nibbles on his bottom lip. He is honestly boiling alive in this. And Viktor is trying so hard for him…
Slowly, he slides out his arms so that the upper half of the robe falls off his torso, but it still remains tied around his waist.
He somehow doesn't know what to do with his arms now that they're exposed, and it feels stupid to cross them again, so they hover uselessly by his sides. He lets out a harsh exhale.
“Good. Feels better already, hm?”
Jayce nods curtly.
“Oh, Jaybird…” Viktor sighs, all too familiar with his best friend's anxiety. “You are trembling.”
He rubs a soothing hand over his broad shoulder, and some starving little creature inside Jayce crumples into a needy puddle. He gives into it and folds himself smaller so that he can lean his head on Viktor's shoulder, which is as angular as the rest of him, but surprisingly sturdy. His slippery skin feels smooth on Jayce's stubbly face.
Viktor crowds closer and wraps an arm around Jayce, cradling him. “There we are. We can stay nice and comfortable like this, hm?”
Jayce nuzzles his jaw into Viktor in some weird kind of a nod, the tension leaving his body as his best friend continues talking in his deep, soft-spoken tone.
“That's right. We are just resting, letting the steam cleanse us. Do not concern yourself with what others may think. Only your thoughts matter. Focus on the feeling of me holding you.”
Jayce is focused. He's practically bent in half to curl into the shorter man, but it feels like floating on a cloud. Viktor smiles when he feels Jayce relax further in his arms, rubbing gently at his sculpted tricep to encourage him.
“It's just us, Jay. You're safe here with me, I promise. I would never judge you.”
That's right. Viktor would never judge him.
Nice and cuddled up, they laze around in the sauna with Jayce finally relaxed. When he closes his eyes, it feels like a really warm hug, but still deeper than that. Maybe this is what it was like to be in the womb.
Because of executive dysfunction, emotional numbness, poor interoception, and other fancy terms that only his therapist uses (he doesn't normally talk about it, but if pushed enough, he'll brush it off with “oh, my ADHD just makes me disassociate a little sometimes, it's kinda silly,”) Jayce usually feels sort of disconnected from his body. Unless he's working out, which is a big part of why he loves it so much. The sauna works great for him too, but he often forgets to use it, which is as hilarious as it is insufferable, on his brain's behalf.
Right now, though? It feels as though his body is awakening. Even in those few past trips to the sauna, his senses haven't felt this engaged.
But this awareness of his own body also has him suddenly very focused on the body next to him; on Viktor's body. An almost imperceptible gurgling noise fades into his hearing, and as his eyes flutter back open, he realizes with sharp clarity that they are so close he is hearing Viktor's stomach. Jayce scooches closer so he can sit up a bit, explorative hazel eyes taking in fresh snapshots of Viktor: the soft bump of the little mole by his thin lips, his bobbing Adam’s apple, the fine dusting of dark brown hair on his lean chest.
Jayce's eyes wander even lower, captivated. Rivulets of sweat roll down the flat plane of Viktor's pale abdomen, painting an irresistible sheen to his happy trail and V-lines. With a start, Jayce becomes aware of the lust rushing through his veins like lava. He wants to lick up that sweat and taste the salt of it on his tongue. He wants to use the oasis of his best friend's skin to quench a thirst that he hadn't even known he'd had.
The realization hits like a volcanic explosion, and any doubts he had in his mind in the recent questioning of his sexuality are eradicated. Oh my God. Oh my God, I definitely like men. And Viktor…Viktor is hot, like really hot, oh God oh fuck—
“You are staring.”
“Shit!” Jayce startles, leaping away from Viktor's hold like a chased rabbit.
Viktor pouts and clutches tightly to Jayce's bicep, attempting to yank back the hefty man but really only succeeding in making him jerk and flop around. “Come back. You are comfortable.”
“Jesus Vik, you scared me.” Jayce laughs breathlessly, his own heartbeat thudding in his ears.
“I thought you were…chilled out. Why so jumpy all of… a sudden…?”
Jayce follows Viktor's wide-eyed gaze, down to his own dripping erection, which was poking out from the folds of his bathrobe.
“Oh,” Viktor says dumbly.
His slutty cock bobs happily just from being perceived by Viktor, and Jayce is mortified. He flails to cover himself better. “I am so sorry! I'm not trying to make anything weird, I swear, it's just—”
“Jaybird.”
“I was so comfortable, and—”
“Jay.”
“It's like, really warm in here—”
“Jayce.”
He quiets down, pinned by Viktor's sharp gaze, and the hand that he has placed on Jayce's bare thigh.
“Calm down, hm? It is perfectly natural. That shame you are feeling is exactly what I want to get rid of.” He rubs higher and higher on Jayce's thigh.
His dick jumps again, eager for some action, and Jayce wheezes out some kind of helpless, confused sound. “Um. Okay?”
“I will not run away screaming just because you flashed me a bit of pole—if anything, you are getting back at me.”
Jayce sputters, shocked. “V!”
“What?” That cat-like smile of his crinkles the corners of his eyes, which glitter with mischief. “It is true. So do not worry. Relax, and sit comfortably.”
He doesn't stop petting the smooth muscle of Jayce's thick thigh, not even for a moment, and the other man can do nothing but obey. He slouches and man-spreads. His throbbing cock stands tall, proud and naked as the day he was born. His bathrobe is rucked up completely and bunched around his waist, only there for decoration at this point.
Viktor zeroes in on his best friend's erection, licking his lips. “Good. Very good, Jayce,” he purrs. He reaches down to adjust his towel, and Jayce’s jaw drops at the absurdly long dick print bulging between Viktor’s legs. He’s hard too? What the fuck?
When Jayce finally manages to break away from being dickmatized, Viktor meets his eyes with a sheepish smile. “As you can see, you are eh, not exactly alone.”
Jayce swallows. “Since when have you been, um…hard?”
Viktor, already flushed from the steam, turns a traffic light shade of red. “Since you started hugging me. It was touching, in multiple ways.” His endearing snaggletooth appears in a rakish grin.
Jayce snorts, and his hand flies up to cover his mouth as he falls into a near-hysterical fit of giggling. Viktor laughs softly in return, and his hand stills to give his thigh a gentle squeeze. Jayce realizes that this interaction is taking a not-so-platonic turn. It is also dawning on him that to begin with, Viktor may have suggested this entire trip for hornier reasons than Jayce had originally thought.
This realization, paired with the absurdity of the situation, is probably what emboldens Jayce to say: “Well, I’m hard, you’re hard, and we’re at the gym. Maybe we should do some, uh,” he uses his fist to make a lewd stroking gesture, “bicep curls?” He puts the charm on by fluttering his lashes and flashing a cheeky, gap-toothed smile.
He almost backtracks when Viktor just stares blankly at him for a few seconds, but he’s (somewhat?) reassured by the other man’s deadpan reply. “I do not know if it is out of anger or desire, but after hearing that terrible joke, I have the urge to bite a chunk out of you.”
Jayce yelps when Viktor closes in on him and actually bites his shoulder. Well, it’s less of a bite and more of a hickey, and Jayce groans as Viktor trails more sucking kisses down to his collarbone, clinging to him with that hand still on his thigh and the other on his pec now. He tilts his head back and gives him free rein. The way Viktor is groping his chest kind of makes him feel like a girl, and still there is not much else he can think besides; Fuck, that feels good. But it’s all so sudden it makes his head spin.
“Vik?” He grabs a fistful of mousy brown hair, and Viktor’s mouth pops away from his neck. His lips look just the right amount of pinked.
“Definitely desire.” He husks, resisting Jayce's grip to try and get another mouthful of tall, dark, and handsome.
Jayce cups his face with his other hand, forcing his head upright. “Viktor. Hold up.”
Unease flickers across his best friend’s expression, and he straightens of his own accord. “Is something wrong? Would you like me to stop?”
“Jesus, no,” Jayce breathes, “I’m just, kind of confused? About where this is going?”
“It doesn’t have to mean anything that we do not want it to. We care about each other and we are attracted to each other. Any other questions can come afterwards, no?”
“...This seems really easy and familiar to you.” Jayce’s face sours, and the last thing Viktor wants is for those pretty eyes to glare at him.
He hears what Jayce is really trying to ask him. “None of them were anything like you.”
“How so?”
“Nobody ever meant this much.”
This time, it is Jayce that devours him in a kiss. Their hands are all over each other, and they quickly devolve into an animalistic state, each of them hissing and snarling for the other to take their towel off as they claw hungrily at coveted skin. They end up pawing at each other’s cocks with burning urgency, desperately wanting to palm and stroke one another to orgasm.
Jayce growls in frustration when Viktor snatches up his wrist. “I want to touch you!”
“Patience,” Viktor orders.
Jayce stews in quiet petulance, flustered that he somehow cannot bring himself to disobey. Like many things that have clicked for him tonight, he recognizes a pattern in the ways he was always seeking Viktor’s approval and now feeling unable to defy his will.
“Lean back and let me take care of you, Jaybird.” Viktor licks his lips and gathers saliva in his mouth, dripping it artfully onto his erection. Watching it stream down onto his tip like a squirt of lube has Jayce quaking in ecstasy as a weak moan squeaks out of him.
He takes hold of Jayce’s dick, thicker but shorter than his own, beautifully brown shaft with the glans colored a dusky rose. Like he’s running a marathon, Jayce pants raggedly as those long pianist fingers squeeze his cock with delectable grip. The sight and sound alone of Viktor stroking him drives him close to the edge already.
Jayce lets out a loud whine when Viktor starts flicking his wrist at the tip, jerking him at a sinfully languid pace. He feels like he is burning alive. He can't believe it's winter, when he feels so warm and so safe.
“Viktor, ohhhh my God?? So g-good, uhn,” Viktor fondles and rolls his balls in his soft, smooth palm, and Jayce’s hips buck, his words stuttering out in cute hiccups. “I feel close already, I don't think I can—”
He arches his back and thrashes when Viktor squeezes him at the base to pull him back from the edge. “Sshh, miláčku.” My darling. “Just relax and hold onto me. Oh, baby, do you always get this wet?”
Viktor coos in sympathy, inspecting his own shiny fingers. “Look how slippery you've got my hand. Do you like that? Do you feel how my palm slides so smoothly against you, Jay?”
Jayce bops his head like a useless little doll. “Yes, I feel it, s-so wet, I like it so much.”
“I thought so. God, just look at you.” Viktor hisses softly and reaches down to tease his own cock. His dick is slimmer than Jayce’s but just as long and gorgeous as the rest of him. The normally pale shaft looks red and angry and sensitive, his balls drawn up.
The mouthwatering sight immediately seizes Jayce with biblical amounts of greed. He would commit all seven deadly sins, just to get his hands on his best friend's big dick. “Vik, please. Let me help?”
Viktor hesitates somewhat. “Ah, you don't have to reciprocate if you don't want to. I know that you prefer women usually, but—”
Jayce has to stop him right there. “Honestly Viktor? I'm not sure about that. I do like women. But I've been wondering lately if I like men too and, oh God, your body has been making me feel so hot, Vik. You're so sexy. I want you, you're the first man I've ever wanted this badly and I need to touch you please—” He flushes, heart stuttering as he thinks to try out a pet name of his own.
"Please, baby?" Jayce murmurs, his honeyed baritone soft and timid.
Viktor's breath catches, his face pinching with fierce admiration as he groans loudly. “Oh, darling. You sweet boy. Why don't you be good and touch me too then, hm?”
He squeezes the base of Jayce's cock again, and the poor man nearly falls off the bench. “I'll do yours if you do mine,” he jokes, chortling.
Oh fuck, he’s gonna do it. He’s going to touch his first dick that isn’t his own. Jayce is practically hyperventilating from the sheer excitement of it all. He wraps a careful hand around Viktor's cock and moans, sweet and soft and hungry. “Mm, you're so big…I couldn't believe it when I saw you that first time. It was driving me fucking crazy.”
Viktor's cock throbs, kicks like a buck wild stallion, and Jayce chuckles, panting. “Yeah, sweetheart, you like that? His voice purrs in a low, affectionate rumble. "You like hearing how big you are, baby?”
“Fuck,” Viktor hisses. “Hearing a man as built as yourself praise me in that way…it's making me lose my mind, darling.”
“Yeah? You want me to praise your cock while I stroke it?” Jayce purrs, feeling newly confident from this information. He grins when Viktor nearly blacks out at the prospect.
“Oh God. Yes, please yes, do it like, um, like you're some random jock or something—”
“Like, dude-bro it up?” Jayce pokes his tongue into his cheek, playful.
His best friend groans. “Yeah, yeah, oh fuck—”
Jayce puckers his peachy lips, flushed berry pink now, and spits a thick glob of saliva into his hand. Unable to hold back, he gets right to work and strokes him hard and fast, a little bit clumsy. It’s his first time ever giving a hand-job, and he’s absolutely bullshitting it, but it’s kinda like masturbating in reverse. Besides, Viktor seems to like it very much, if his strangled noises and eyes rolling back are anything to go by.
His big palm, warm and calloused, envelops Viktor's longer but slimmer cock in a perfectly tight hug. “Damn, dude. You're so fucking hung. I’m not even a girl and I'm like, super impressed.”
Viktor whimpers. “Jesus—”
“Looks yummy, too. All that pre-cum… If I was a chick, I’d totally wanna lick that up. Shit, I'm feeling tempted now,” Jayce moans.
Viktor begins writhing in euphoric agony, completely offline as his arm moves on autopilot to reciprocate the pleasure.
“It doesn't count if there's no butt stuff right? Lemme just…jerk you off and–” Jayce loses track of his words, damn near overheating as Viktor’s pace turns sloppy and speeds up. Both their cocks make a lewd, fainting squishing noise with every downstroke. Neither of them are going to last.
Jayce shakes himself to get his head back in the game. “Lemme just jerk you off and get a little taste, yeah? It's just, like, an experiment—”
“Holy-shit-Jayce.” Viktor sobs, babbling nonsense expletives in both English and Czech as ropes of white erupt from his dick and paint his twinky abs with milky cum.
Jayce gasps out a guttural moan, and his hand flies out to unthinkingly scoop up Viktor’s cum and shove it into his mouth like a greedy whore. The experience alone of making Viktor cum is bone-achingly arousing, but the realization of what a filthy act he was doing, lapping and slobbering at his cum-covered fingers like a cock-drunk slut, has him climaxing painfully.
“Hmph, mmgph, Viktor!” He groans around his mouthful as his cock kicks repeatedly, marking Viktor’s slim, beautiful fingers with his thick semen.
Panting, they cuddle back up again and bask in the afterglow, covered in sweat and ejaculate. The sauna reeks of sex. Jayce has no idea what time it is. He tucks his nose into Viktor’s armpit and huffs his soothing musk. Viktor bats him away half-heartedly.
“Jayce, that is disgusting, come on.”
Jayce sits up again to look at Viktor instead, needing to take him in somehow. Viktor waggles his eyebrows in that corny way of his and shoots him a breathless smile.
“Well. That was quite a steamy Valentine’s Day.” He giggles at his own joke, and this time Jayce does give in to the cuteness aggression. Jayce grabs his face and shakes him around like a cat, and Viktor hisses and scratches like one, too.