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"We'll be in trouble."
Thats probably the biggest understatement. If they'll be caught making out in the corner of a busy and shady street they'll be more than in trouble. Viktor wasn't meant to be here in the first place.
Alas, his half hearted protest was cut off by another kiss. He wasn't complaining though.
Jayce, a man with many wonders, kept himself occupied with Viktor. Kissing every bit of him that he could find. He puts emphasis on the cheekbones though. "I'm serious Jayce, we'll be in trouble." Viktor complains while turning his head to an angle that gives Jayce a better access. The zaunite chuckles lowly and burries himself in Viktors neck, inhaling that scent of jasmine tea with a hint of coffee.
"What would you do if we were caught, hm? My guardian is waiting for me and I have a feeling he'd peek."
Jayce hums, "I suggest we tie him up and continue with what we're doing."
Viktor hated how he giggled at that. "You are not."
"Watch me."
Viktor gave up, indulging in the passion.
Messing around with Jayce made him feel so free. He felt like a fire ignite within him, his heart pounding so loud and his stomach fluttery with excitement. So much so that he forgets the pain he has in his leg.
"Jayce I mean it I have to go.." he whispers lowly after the man kisses his cheek. "So soon?"
"We'e done nothing but kiss for 30 minutes." Viktor points out.
"Wanna skip to baby making?" Jayce grins.
"You're impossible."
Viktor huffs, touching his hair and made sure it at least looked presentable. His vest was disheveled, Jayce knew a thing or two about undoing things.
The alleyway was a safe place, no one really goes there. Except of course Jayce himself and his bluenette friend. A few others would but not strangers, Jayce would often tell him this was where he hid when he was younger, that until the Yordle professor found him.
"We can.. we can continue if you want."
Viktor was shy. Jayce grins once more, Viktor wants to wipe it all off. "Yeah?"
The lean male turns to face his lover, holding his cane for support. "That we can. You can come visit my home."
"I didn't bring pen or paper but I think I know exactly where you live." he was hinting at the part when he broke into Viktor's house prior to their acquaintance. The latter only rolls his eyes.
"You can sneak in at midnight, throw a pebble at my window.. like in the books." he smiles, hoping. Jayce soften upon seeing, and hearing that. "I'll turn my lamp on so you'll know where I'm at." Viktor finishes and walked towards Jayce, smiling up.
Jayce leans in for one more kiss. He then presses his pinky finger at Viktor's chest. There were no words exchange during that promise, only their pinky fingers entwined sealed it.
He didn't know what excite him. The fact that he's going to be with Jayce for the night, or that his gaurdian was just a few rooms away from him. He's never done this— didn't even think he'd do so.
But here he is. Pacing around his room in his night gown.
Viktor’s mind raced as he paced around his room, his fingers nervously adjusting the hem of his nightgown. It wasn’t the most dignified outfit, but it was what he had. His heart pounded in his chest, not from the lingering excitement of what was about to happen, but from the overwhelming combination of anticipation and guilt.
What if Silco finds out? That thought kept gnawing at the back of his mind. He had no business sneaking around like this—he had responsibilities, a role to play, a guardian to answer to.
Yet the thought of Jayce, with that carefree smile, his irresistible charm, made everything seem so trivial.
Viktor glanced toward the window, wondering if Jayce was out there somewhere, getting ready to sneak in like a lover in a romance novel.
The things he’s gotten me to believe in...
He couldn’t deny that he was nervous. He had spent so many years focused on his work and the betterment of Piltover that this… this relationship was something entirely new. And he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. But I deserve this. It had been so long since he had let someone in, and Jayce… Jayce made him feel alive in a way he hadn't thought possible.
Viktor paused by the window, gazing out into the dim glow of the city. The streets were quiet tonight—an eerie calm before the storm, he imagined.
Was Jayce standing below, waiting for his signal? Was he already here, waiting for the perfect moment to knock on his window? The anticipation built, and Viktor found himself grinning to himself despite the growing sense of danger.
A soft knock broke the silence.
Viktor froze.
He knew that sound. His heart skipped a beat.
Viktor opened the window carefully, just enough to peer out. Sure enough, standing below, under the faint glow of a nearby streetlamp, was Jayce. He was leaning casually against the brick wall, arms crossed, waiting—patient but confident. His hair, now slightly tousled, caught the glow of the lanterns around him, and his gaze was fixed on Viktor’s window with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
The moment Viktor caught his eye, Jayce grinned, and Viktor’s breath caught in his throat.
Jayce didn’t wait for an invitation. He lifted his hand and winked, a silent request for permission. Viktor, heart pounding, nodded quickly, pulling the window open all the way. He stepped back, trying to appear calm despite the storm of emotions brewing inside him.
Jayce scaled the wall with ease, his movements fluid and graceful, like a shadow dancing through the night. In moments, he was standing in front of Viktor, his lips curling into that familiar grin.
“You didn’t think I’d forget, did you?” Jayce whispered, his voice low and teasing. He reached forward, brushing a stray lock of hair from Viktor’s face, fingers lingering on his cheek.
Viktor’s chest tightened. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually show up,” he admitted, his voice betraying him with its wavering tone.
Jayce chuckled softly, leaning closer. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”
Without another word, Jayce cupped Viktor’s face, tilting his head to capture his lips in a kiss. It was gentle at first, a tender reassurance, but as Viktor melted into the touch, it deepened. The kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, as if they both feared the night would slip away from them too soon. Viktor’s hands gripped Jayce’s shirt, pulling him closer, as though he could absorb the warmth of the other man’s body.
For a moment, it was just the two of them. Just Jayce and Viktor, caught up in the intimacy of the night, their hearts beating in sync as the world outside seemed to disappear.
When they finally pulled apart, Viktor’s chest heaved with the effort to catch his breath. He leaned against the windowsill, trying to steady himself as Jayce hovered close, his fingers still brushing against Viktor’s skin.
Viktor couldn’t hide the nervous smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. “This is madness,” he muttered, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and excitement. “Silco... he’s just a few rooms away.”
“Does that bother you?” Jayce teased, leaning in to press a kiss to Viktor’s ear. “Or is it that you’re too worried about getting caught?”
Viktor swallowed hard, his body betraying his unease. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this.” He turned, glancing nervously toward the door that led deeper into his quarters. “If he finds out… if anyone finds out—”
“Then they find out.” Jayce interrupted, his tone confident, even bold. “But we’ll deal with that when it happens.”
Jayce’s hand slid around Viktor’s waist, pulling him closer. Viktor felt the heat of his body against his own, and despite the danger of their situation, he couldn’t deny the rush it gave him. It was forbidden, thrilling, and everything Viktor had been denying himself for years. Jayce’s confidence, his reckless abandon, it was everything Viktor didn’t know he needed.
Viktor sighed, his breath shaky. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Jayce. This… it can’t continue.”
“Why not?” Jayce asked softly, his lips hovering over Viktor’s ear. “Because of Silco? Or because of your conscience?”
Viktor bit his lip. Both. He was betraying so much—Silco’s trust, the purpose he had dedicated his life to, and the tenuous peace between Piltover and Zaun. But when Jayce kissed him again, the protests died on his lips, swallowed by the passion they shared.
Jayce stepped back slightly, a playful glint in his eye. “You don’t need to decide right now, Viktor. Just let go, if only for tonight. You’ve got me here.”
Viktor’s heart ached at the simplicity of Jayce’s words. The offer was tempting, more than tempting—it was impossible to resist. But Viktor couldn’t stop the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind.
“I’ve never done this,” Viktor admitted quietly, almost to himself. “I’ve never had anyone like you.”
Jayce reached out, lifting Viktor’s chin gently, forcing him to meet his gaze. “You don’t need to have done this before. We’ll figure it out together. But for tonight, we’re just two people… in this moment.”
And in that moment, Viktor couldn’t deny it anymore. He didn’t care about the risks, about Silco, about the consequences.
All he wanted was this.
Jayce.
“Okay,” Viktor whispered, his resolve slipping away completely as Jayce closed the gap between them once more.
As their lips met, Viktor finally allowed himself to embrace the feeling of freedom that Jayce brought him—freedom from his fears, his responsibilities, and his doubts.
For tonight, Viktor could pretend that everything was different. That maybe, just maybe, he could have both the passion of the moment and the hope of a future.
For tonight, nothing else mattered.