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Since getting the approval and the funding to begin their serious work on the blueprints for HexTech, Jayce and Viktor were seeing many a late night, riding the adrenaline-filled momentum of their discovery and the exciting buzz around them. There was so much to study and discover and if it were up to Viktor and Jayce, the two would forgo sleep entirely if only to dedicate more hours to their research.
However, their bodies had to demand rest at some point. At the time, Jayce still hadn't figured out a living situation away from his mother, so from the academy there was a good hour and a half train commute waiting for Jayce at the beginning and end of each work day. By contrast, being Heimerdinger’s assistant, Viktor's apartment sat much closer to the lab at the Academy, a fifteen minute walk, perhaps twenty-five if his leg was acting up.
Viktor couldn't help but notice Jayce coming in more and more haggard to the lab when the two of them would have these strings of late nights, obviously severely lacking in sleep to catch the early morning train to get to their lab in the first place. As fascinating as a half-asleep Jayce was to Viktor (the man was somehow able to jot out the most complicated of equations while humming a completely brain dead jingle and nearly falling asleep midway through the correct solution) the repetition of this severely underrested state became more and more concerning.
“Shit, it's already two a.m.,” Jayce groaned on this night, pushing away from his table on the wheeled stool, rubbing his face in frustration. “Ugh, I'm not getting back to mom’s until four.”
Viktor ‘tsk’ed, finishing his thought in his notebook he absently said, “Crash onto my couch tonight, Talis.”
“Ah, no way,” Jayce quickly waved as he began to gather his things. “Viktor I'm not gonna take up your room, I can suck it up.”
“Frankly I have concerns you'll be able to get to the train at all before falling asleep on your feet,” Viktor sniped back, watching Jayce tap around his workstation for a moment before reaching over to grab the notebook Jayce was searching for and wordlessly handing it to him.
“Ah, ‘course that's where I put it, thanks V.”
When Jayce tried to tug the notebook, Viktor's grip tightened on it and he tugged Jayce back toward him as he pointedly reasoned, “It's not far, we have to be back here in the morning to check on the centrifuge calculations regardless. Your wasted time is mine, so sleep on my damn couch.”
“I…ah fine. You win,” Jayce chuckled. “I'll probably knock out as soon as we're in there. Better than the train seat at least.”
Viktor shook his head as he gathered his cane and tugged on his coat. He walked toward the exit and held the door open for Jayce. “In Zaun, the way you'd have been robbed blind several times over by now.”
“I guess that Jayce will hopefully have been saved from that fate by his own Viktor by now,” Jayce quipped back as he shut off the lights of the lab and exited through the door past Viktor. An absurd jumping feeling fluttered through Viktor's stomach at the implication that he himself was a Viktor owned by a Jayce, though he hid any hint of it with a quiet cough.
Viktor was… quite distracted by Jayce physically since becoming partners over the past few months. How could he not? The arms and chest fired from the Talis family forge stretching the confines of most of his studious dress shirts and vests were reason enough for anyone's wandering eye every now and again.
However, Viktor's scientific ambitions far outweighed any physical attraction–it was Jayce’s mind that was far more valuable to Viktor and the possibility of ruining their professional relationship was more than enough reason for Viktor not to even attempt to discover if Jayce may feel the same kind of attraction.
(If his mind sometimes wandered to those large hands pinning him against their blackboard, or over a desk, or even on the lab floor, well…that was between him and Janna.)
After the short walk that Jayce wondered at in jealousy, Viktor flicked the lights on of his apartment. Not quite a studio, not quite a separate one-bedroom, the layout was such that there was no door in the archway between his bedroom and the main living area.
“I am much too tired to be a host. You see the couch,” Viktor tersely said, immediately tugging his coat off and gesturing toward said couch.
“The accommodations are excellent, I'll be sure to recommend the place to the higher ups of Piltover,” Jayce responded, immediately toeing off his shoes and waving off Viktor as he headed to his bedroom.
“Over my dead body you will,” Viktor called back, making quick work of his clothing to soon just be in his undershirt and boxers, pointedly not imagining the couch just out of his view around the archway where Jayce was doing the same. Perhaps when his brain was more awake, he’ll be able to reproduce the thought of Jayce sleeping in only his boxers on his couch for the next time he needed a fantasy alone in his bed.
For now though, Viktor settled into that bed, knowing Jayce will be able to use the blanket he kept on his couch to make do for his own sleeping arrangement.
“Night Vik,” he heard Jayce call from his living room. Despite himself, Viktor smiled to himself as he tugged his lamp off.
Eyes shut, Viktor called back just before sleep overtook him, “Good night. Jayce.”
The heavy sleep of staying up much too late seeped into Viktor's body.
…
In half of a conscious dream, Viktor distantly felt additional weight fall into bed beside him, pressing into his back. It was warm, and smelled nice, like fire embers and sandalwood.
Viktor pressed closer to the warmth. The warmth pulled Viktor closer. Then the warmth…roamed across the front of Viktor’s chest. Viktor sighed, and stirred, comforted. The press of the warmth was solid and firm. Then the bottom of Viktor's undershirt was being tugged up, and hands rubbed against his bare stomach and up his chest…
…Hands?
Viktor’s eyes cracked open, certainly not awake, but still he leaned into the warmth and focused on the strange sensation of being held from behind. One of the hands brushed over a nipple, and the sensation made him gasp and finally slightly awaken.
Someone was touching him. The thought should've caused Viktor to jolt awake but for some reason it caused no alarms in him at all because…oh yes. Because the someone was Jayce of course. Viktor softly sighed as Jayce continued to rub against his nipple.
…
Jayce was doing what.
Stock still but now completely and utterly awake like lightning had coursed through his bones, Viktor stared at the dark wall across from him as Jayce, behind him, nuzzled into Viktor’s hair and snored.
Mind working a mile a minute, Viktor was able to quickly gather what was going on. Jayce was definitely asleep, and must have crawled into his bed unconsciously. Viktor foggily remembered some weeks ago of Jayce offhandedly recalling how he used to sleepwalk as a child when he was stressed. With all the recent late nights at the lab, it surely qualified as an unexpected amount of stress for Jayce.
So Jayce was sleepwalking. That was fine, Viktor just had to head back to sleep, rather than risk jolting Jayce awake and ruining either of their chances of sleep for the night. Either Jayce would sleepwalk himself back to his couch or they'd simply deal with the awkward encounter in the morning and laugh it off. Calming his breathing, Viktor attempted to shut his eyes and relax his body against Jayce again, but he really needed Jayce to stop rubbing his nipple like that because getting an erection by his unknowing sleepwalking partner would surely only complicate things further.
As though sensing Viktor’s thoughts, Jayce did stop rubbing at Viktor’s chest. But instead, Viktor realized in horror behind his shut eyes, the hand instead inched down to the waistband of his boxers.
Viktor pressed his face against his pillow to muffle a noise when Jayce’s hand dipped below the waistband and his fingers sought out Viktor’s crotch, shamelessly already damp as it had been since Viktor awoke in Jayce’s arms. Those thick fingers pressed against Viktor's hard, sensitive cock and steadily rubbed back and forth like it had at his nipple.
Viktor gripped at his sheets and kept his face pressed into the pillows, keeping his low drawn-out moan as quiet and stilted as he could. He felt Jayce moan into his ear and he frantically thought that surely by this point it was reason enough to wake Jayce up. If Viktor woke Jayce up, they still could write this off and salvage their professional relationship and emerging friendship. Jayce could head out of Viktor's apartment, take that god awful train back to his own home, and they could never speak of this again.
Jayce bucked his hips against Viktor and Viktor’s brain was interrupted because my God Jayce’s dick was large. His fingers dipped lower, and his fingers curled into Viktor and Viktor shifted his legs to spread them wider so Jayce could have easier access.
Wake him up, Viktor. Wake him up.
The two fingers worked their way inside, and began to thrust in and out of Viktor’s wet entrance.
“Wet…” Viktor heard Jayce sleepily mutter behind him, and he had to physically bite into his pillow as his pussy quivered and definitely got even wetter at Jayce’s voice.
Wake him up, Viktor thought again, but Jayce's hips were rolling steadily against him, dryly thrusting against him. With his boxers pulled down slightly, half of Viktor's ass was exposed to Jayce's clothed cock. Viktor dearly wished he could just pull off Jayce's boxers to feel that cock bare against him. Viktor could practically picture it inside of him.
Oh, the thought of it–Viktor shivered and pressed himself into Jayce. He was getting close, and so was Jayce, and those fingers started going faster inside him. Viktor's hips met the fingers with thrusts of his own hips.
You are a weak man, he thought to himself disappointedly but he quickly decided he really didn't give a damn as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hand slapped over his mouth and he came on Jayce’s fingers. Judging from the stuttering thrusts behind him, Jayce finished at the same time as well.
Viktor tried to take a deep breath as quietly as possible, wondering what was going to happen next. After a minute that felt unbelievably long, Jayce pulled away from him, and stood from the bed. Viktor slowly turned on to his back, his eyes opening and making out Jayce's outline in the darkness as he maneuvered away from Viktor's bed and back out to the living room, back towards the couch out of Viktor’s view.
Heart pounding a mile a minute but body so pleasantly sated, Viktor considered his options. Either he confronted Jayce about this in the morning and no longer allowed him to stay over at his apartment no matter how late they stay up and they would be the professional colleagues that they were and this was the responsible route to take. Or…
No. There's no or. There is no other option, what other option could Viktor possibly be considering? That's exactly what Viktor would do first thing in the morning. For now, though, he was unbelievably easily able to fade back into sleep, the orgasm still thrumming from his core throughout his body. First thing in the morning, though.
Well, first thing in the morning, Viktor stood in front of his couch and stared down at the note Jayce left, informing him that he had headed straight to the lab, and that he’ll grab breakfast for the both of them.
Viktor did not panic but he did perhaps overthink, as he made his way to the lab. It was not unlikely that Jayce had left early that morning before Viktor had woken up simply because he'd had to figure out the mess in his boxers he himself had woken up to. Did that mean Jayce knew what they had done last night? Did he remember at all?
There was no reason for Viktor in particular to be nervous about if Jayce began the confrontation instead. Jayce could ask him if he remembered anything happening last night and then Viktor could lie. Tell him he has no idea what Jayce was talking about, pretend it was him who had been asleep the entire time and Jayce could internally sigh in relief and the two would go about their research.
Yes, that would keep everything in tact, Jayce would avoid being at his home, and it would all work out.
Viktor entered the lab to hear the sound of music, some mainstream Piltovian band Jayce and his friend Cait had been fans of, lots of electric strings and catchy lyrics. At the blackboard, Viktor saw Jayce, vibrant and humming to himself and dutifully jotting out blueprint diagrams based upon the centrifuge results onto their blackboard with perfect focus and precision.
Viktor arched an eyebrow as he stepped toward the blackboard, inspecting Jayce’s work, used to making at least several adjustments when he drafted them like this but…
“Huh,” Viktor said, and he doublechecked it once more. By this point, Jayce was watching Viktor, the two of them in a familiar enough rhythm that he was simply waiting for Viktor’s corrections.
“I…”
“Yeah?” Jayce asked, raising the chalk and eraser ready to edit the board.
“It's good. It's great. I have nothing.”
Jayce laughed in disbelief, setting the chalk and eraser down and heading over to the radio to turn it down.
“Grabbed some random junk from the bakery, go eat up!” he called to Viktor, who was triple checking Jayce’s diagram but still could not find a single fault in it.
“You are unbelievably chipper this morning,” Viktor remarked, finally tearing himself away from the blackboard to head to his own lab desk.
“Maybe sleeping on your couch has healing properties,” Jayce shrugged. “Or maybe I just really hate that train commute.”
You’re also doing a great job pretending you did not wake up in my apartment having came in your boxers, Viktor did not say.
Viktor realized then that he had been counting on Jayce to confront him about the sleepwalking escapade. It wasn't to spare either of them the embarrassment, Viktor could care less about such ultimately temporary discomforts (not when he himself had very non-temporary discomforts in his day-to-day life).
It was because Viktor realized he really wanted it to happen again and would not, in fact do the reasonable thing and inform Jayce what had happened last night of his own accord.
“Feel free to stay over the next time we have a late night and an early morning,” Viktor said coolly, his voice revealing nothing more past the offer, as he pulled a pastry from the brown bag at his workstation.
“Really?” Jayce at his own desk called over. “Would you mind if I kept some clothes over? You know, just so I don't have to wear the same stuff the next day.”
Viktor looked back up at Jayce and shrugged, “Of course, store what you need. Bring a toothbrush.”
As he said so, Viktor was certain Jayce must have tossed his boxers somewhere, perhaps in a locker at the lab and was currently not wearing any underwear today. He thought Viktor was none the wiser.
Viktor and Jayce had the most incredibly productive day at their lab in weeks.
It was only a week later when the two of them had a similar time crunch. They were even able to see it ahead of time for Jayce to be able to pack an overnight bag to grab on his way out of the lab.
Though Jayce seemed to be physically forcing his body to remain upright as the two of them walked toward Viktor's apartment, Viktor personally had to hide how suddenly awake he felt, aware of what would come later in the night.
Similar to the last time, there was little ceremony after the two of them crossed the threshold to Viktor's apartment.
“Night, Viktor.”
“Good night, Jayce.”
Lights clicked off, Viktor once again found himself in his undershirt and boxers in his bed. He laid in silence, but before he fell asleep, Viktor shimmied his boxers off of himself so that his bottom half laid bare in his bed. For practicality, of course. If he was going to betray his partner’s trust in this disgusting way, he might as well make it easier for both of them.
Viktor didn't know how he was able to get to sleep, but he still managed to drift off as he waited in the darkness.
This time, when Viktor became aware of the body crawling into his bed, he turned toward it and opened his eyes to see Jayce’s outline in the darkness. Viktor could roughly make out that his eyes were slightly open, though no hint of recognition was in them. Jayce's arm winded over Viktor, and rubbed at his back steadily, soothingly. As Viktor had done before, he stayed still, limiting himself to only necessary movement. If he did not react, and simply allowed Jayce’s sleepwalking body to do what it wished, he could maintain his ever-fraying thread of plausible deniability.
If Jayce did wake up, as long as Viktor played dumb, neither of them would be in the wrong.
Suddenly, Viktor was pushed onto his back, and in the darkness he could see Jayce pushing his own boxers down. Viktor's breath hitched and he preemptively spread his legs, his heart pounding as Jayce positioned himself over Viktor and Viktor watched him grab his cock and stroke it a couple times above him before letting go and fingers went to Viktor's entrance again.
Fingers that Viktor had been picturing over the last week stroked over the outside of his entrance. Once again, Viktor was shamelessly wet. It was like Viktor personally invited those fingers inside him with how easily they slipped inside him and Viktor moaned quietly. He wished he could be louder, but he didn't want to risk waking Jayce.
Jayce made a growling, rumbling noise he thrusted his fingers in and out of Viktor but unlike last time, Viktor recognized he wasn’t trying to make Viktor come. Jayce was unconsciously making sure Viktor was loose enough to take his cock.
Please, Jayce. Viktor mouthed, as if Jayce would be able to hear him.
Viktor imagined that, awake, Jayce would have fingered Viktor for minutes more. Make sure he didn't hurt him on his cock. Viktor quietly whined. This unconscious Jayce, he realized as his fingers pulled out of Viktor, would not pay unnecessary heed to his comfort.
Jayce's cock was positioned and Viktor’s cunt caught the tip.
This Jayce, Viktor realized as that large beautiful cock started pushing inside him, was going to fuck Viktor the way he loved getting fucked. Brutal and primal, a way that made Viktor’s body feel active and alive.
“Oh,” Viktor sighed out as Jayce bottomed out inside him, his body welcoming the tight fit. Viktor wished he could see what Jayce’s cock looked like in the light, trying to map out the ridges inside to draw out a diagram of it in his mind. Luckily, as Jayce pulled back out and thrust back in, Jayce’s groans were able to mask Viktor's so he didn't have to spend as much conscious energy toward staying quiet.
Viktor arched up as Jayce thrust harder, finding a consistent pounding rhythm that was making Viktor lose his mind. Looking at Jayce's face above him, his expression was tense and focused, but those eyes were still hazy and unconscious. Jayce truly didn't realize he was fucking Viktor this hard and he felt incredible.
Some men have it all, Viktor was able to think acerbically as he brought down his own hand to begin rubbing his cock, taking every thrust Jayce gave him.
Unlike most fantasies not living up to reality, Jayce was the opposite. Viktor wanted Jayce to fuck him in every position imaginable but he would absolutely selfishly take what he could get if this was all he could get.
But Jayce was still giving him plenty and Viktor was getting close.
“Hah…hah…Jayce!” Viktor yelled out, back arching, clenching around Jayce. He quickly used his other hand to cover his mouth, the yell being much louder than he intended.
“Vik…” Jayce groaned and Viktor was afraid his call had woken him up but instead, Jayce stilled above him and shuddered and Viktor realized Jayce was coming inside him.
Like the last time after they had come, there was a tense silence where Viktor was uncertain what Jayce would do. After a moment, Jayce pulled out of Viktor leaving his hole clenching around nothing and leaking with Jayce’s cum. Viktor stayed still, the only sound in the darkness their panting as they caught their breaths.
He noted with curiosity that Jayce even pulled his own boxers back on in his continued sleepwalking state. The scientist in him almost wanted to inform Jayce of his condition, perhaps it was something to be studied. And of course the majority of him merely basked in a post-orgasmic haze.
“Goodnight, Jayce,” Viktor whispered up at the ceiling after he was certain that Jayce had padded out of his bedroom and settle back onto the couch. In response, Jayce began to snore.