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Thick, rather coarse hair blooming lighter in color, crossing a honey-like, warm undertone as the sunshine passed through the windows of the laboratory. Occasional freckle decorating the forearm among the hairs, maybe a bump or an ingrown part of the follicle raising up, perhaps a scar or two. Spots just graciously littered across the Talis’ skin as his body lay on the couch, one leg falling over the edge of the cushion as the comfortable space successfully failed to encompass the mass of Jayce’s body, he could just not fit right there with all of his long, muscle-covered limbs even if he tried. The sunshine beaming into the space, warming it up quite significantly, caused the subconscious movement of tossing a light blanket away from himself or maybe, just maybe a fellow companion just stole it from him throughout the early morning, not even a night as both of them crashed on the small shared sofa together late at night in hopes to progress within their research, only to end up exhausted, frustrated and totally underfed in the lab, none of the men making it to their designated bedrooms.
Jayce wiggled sufficiently under the mild weight settling over the right side of his body, wiggled enough for his arm to extend up and away from his body, fingers grazed over a metallic subject leaning against the armrest of the sofa. A graze forceful enough to cause Viktor’s cane to slide against the flooring with a dragging sound until it fell down with a loud, obnoxious clank. It was a familiar sound to all four ears in the room, familiar enough to awaken the natural response inside both of the scientists to automatically search for it and get it back to its owner. In their state of mind now though, it only caused them to stir in their lightening sleep to full awakened mode.
„Jayce, did you knock over my cane?” Viktor’s voice was raspy, muffled by something, or someone.
„Maybe.”
„Ty idiote.”
„Huh?”„I said you’re an idiot.”
Both of their voices mingled together with a similar amount of strain as their mouths didn’t have a full range of speech. None of them really were connected to the reality of their position yet, too fragile from the light, uncomfortable sleep yet neither of the men dared to move and disrupt the strange, bewildering sincerity of the moment. The warm touch of the sun cascading over their scattered limbs, dusty particles that rose up from around them as the cane hit the floor, occasional creak of the door within the building, loud enough for the sound to travel through the corridors, perhaps a voice or two in the hallways. Jayce definitely wasn’t in a position where he felt like shifting anymore, he caused enough of chaos by just moving his arm. On the other hand, he began to feel aware of the pressure against his side, enough to peel his eyes open, daring to face the consequences of a hasty decision of a sleepover in a lab with his partner by his side, literally.
Jayce could barely scan over the cocoon that was glued to his side, Viktor’s body wrapped in that thin, blue blanket, it was stolen from the Talis after all. His arms curled into his body, squishing them between his own thin frame and Jayce’s ribs, the blanket tightly wrapped around to make sure none of that chilly air in the room would penetrate under the scientist’s already cold skin. But his face, that precious, mole-decorated face was resting on Jayce’s shoulder, his cheek squished, lips resting almost on top of Jayce’s pectoral muscle that was, in fact, exposed, breathing and fluttering the fair hair cascading over the middle of Jayce’s sternum. Viktor’s leg, the one that didn’t need the heavy-duty brace, was bent in the knee and thrown over Jayce’s, it boggled the man’s mind a little to feel the inner squish of Viktor’s thigh against the top of his own, allowed his fantasy to ponder a little bit. Only when the man regained more consciousness in his own body, did his fingers start to tap and dance over Viktor’s shoulder, the arm that the sleepy man against his side has mildly immobilized. He watched, he watched carefully to see any reaction, and to his own surprise, he earned a soft, gentle smile from his partner as a result of the warm, awakening touch. They crept in a little more though as the time progressed, finding a little gap in Viktor’s cocooning attempt as he let his fingers slip under the blanket and touch a still-clothed shoulder but a touch strong enough to cause the man to move just slightly.
To both of the men, it felt like the touch lasted five seconds, occasionally dozing off, their bodies too tired and too scrambled to consider being awake, not being able to even fathom stirring more than just to enable blood flow to different parts of their bodies. Jayce absolutely wasn’t ready, not when the slight shifting allowed his hand to travel a little upwards, let it bent a little uncomfortably, getting to touch the waves of Viktor’s curls gently contouring the nape of his neck, even allowing the tips of his fingers slip under his shirt, touching the slightly warmer skin there, the obvious bump from bad posture and outlining perhaps a bit painful acne bumps. Jayce wasn’t focused on those, objectively called imperfections, no. He was focused on the smoothness of the man’s skin, his own selfish need to feel Viktor against his fingertips, to wake than man up in the simplest, most gentle ways possible and maybe, just maybe, get the Zaunite into a state of mind of nothing but serenity.It seemed like Jayce was successful, as soon as those fingers stopped, maybe because the man kept dozing off, Viktor wiggled in his position or even straight up grunted to remind the man holding him to keep petting every accessible inch of his skin. It made the Piltovian boy smile just faintly, resuming dragging his fingers over every possible spot of Viktor’s body that was within reach.
The Zaunite’s eyes peeled open, Jayce could feel his eyelashes fluttering against his own skin, a sensation sharp enough to awaken more light inside him as well, finally coming to his senses just a little more.
„Wake up time?”„Seems like it might be.” Viktor’s words were still slurring from a light morning brain fog, he surely didn’t act up on his own words though, instead, his face ended up getting nuzzled into the side of Jayce’s neck, followed by soft, peppering kisses reaching all the way up behind the ear.
Those kisses were exhilarating to Jayce, his breath hitching for a split moment before he let go with a shake as his head tilted to the side to give his lab partner just a tiny bit more access. He didn’t need more than that, he didn’t need long persuading to give in, and he didn’t need to play hard to get when he was truthfully the opposite and wouldn’t mind begging the man nuzzling him for more attention. And when he’s being given the utmost cherry on top in terms of affection, neck kisses, he was in no position to deny this from himself or from Viktor. He took, he shamelessly took it all, greedy, pathetic man he was.
„Don’t indulge in this too gracefully, Jayce. We need to get back to work.”
A displeased groan left the Talis’ lips.
„Do we?”
„Absolutely.” The scientist whispered against the wet splotches scattered across the side of the man’s neck, letting his chapped lips get soaked in his own saliva, moistening them just temporarily.
Jayce admired Viktor, he admired too many things about the man, including the passion and hardworking persona resting deep within himself but sometimes, just sometimes he wished for a miracle of Viktor indulging in something sensual, something that wasn’t for the greater good, something that was for him, for them, be it five more minutes of intimate mingling in a size-too-small sofa on a sunny, golden morning.
He may have taken matters into his own bear paws as he turned to his side, to face Viktor, one arm slipping under the man’s frame to pull him closer and onto his back on the sofa while Jayce claimed a spot on top of him, on all fours before lowering to his elbows. He would never dare to lay down on top of the pretty Zaunite man with full weight, he kept himself propped nicely, face just an inch away from those delicious lips.
„Absolutely not.” He said, deciding for both of them at that very moment as he watched a slightly surprised yet hopefully pleasingly amused expression resting on Viktor’s face. Deep down he knew he liked whenever the Piltovian took over and gained some control and quite frankly, Jayce wasn’t too opposed to those ideas.
„You dare to waste time on acting upon human desires?” The scientist asked, arms unraveling from the tight grip around the blanket, suddenly his body regained some temporary warmth from deep within.
„Is this your way of asking me if I want to make out with you?” A soft yet playful lick of Jayce’s tongue across the thin seal of Viktor’s lips, a sensation strong enough to gain a gasp.
„Perhaps? Depends purely on the answer.”
Jayce smiled, a sly fox.
„Then yes.”
The sun cascaded over their bodies, it moved ever so slightly the longer they spent their precious time flirting in a shared, tight space on the sofa. Kisses so slow it may have stopped time, so passionate it made every poem jealous of the exchange of admiration, so full of expression and desire yet it wasn’t a desire that would be one after another, or, perhaps it was but it wasn’t the perverted, sexual desire fueled by nothing but an early morning hormone spike. No, this was fueled by something pure, gentle and oh so soul-capturing.