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"We've done it. The Hexgate connects Piltover to Noxus instantly, with a portal big enough to send an airship through." Jayce raised his glass of tawny port, a gift from the Kirammens, and toasted Viktor with it.
"And everyone comes out alive and intact on the other side." Viktor sipped slightly dubiously from his own glass. The Kirammens had, of course, chosen an excellent vintage; but Viktor had little taste for alcohol. The port had been Jayce's suggestion, since it would be sweet. It seemed to meet with his approval, since he took another sip.
"I won't say I can't believe it, because I knew we could do it. But to have proved it...I keep thinking there's going to turn out to be something else we've missed and need to fix."
"Yes, I woke up very early this morning convinced we'd made a terrible mistake in...the lens circumference, was it? I had to go through it all again to prove to myself that we hadn't."
They were in Jayce's rooms, which consisted of a study with two bedrooms and small bathroom off it, in a quad not so far from their laboratory. Jayce hadn't spent much time here for the past four years, but it was comfortable with university-issue furniture ameliorated with some of his own things from his mother's house.
The fully-functional Hexgate had been unveiled publicly, to much celebration. Jayce had had his hand shaken and his back patted by just about everyone who was anyone in Piltover. Viktor, unable to escape this engagement, had had his hand wrung several times as Jayce loudly introduced him as his partner, not his assistant. Though he thought a few people might have got the wrong end of the stick and thought they were married.
That had been two nights ago. Tonight, they were having their own private celebration, without even the lab assistants there. This was their creation, their victory.
There was a fire in the grate, they were both down to their shirtsleeves, and there was a bottle of good alcohol. Jayce had imagined this as a teenager when thinking of his future. A future in which he would have collaborators, friends. Someone to talk with late into the night in a high-ceilinged university room.
He'd had it with Caitlyn, though she had really been his lab assistant because of their long friendship more than her own interests. They had both found it difficult to get on with others as children, and so had stuck together for survival and become close in the way that only long acquaintance can make. He missed her sometimes now she was so busy with Enforcer training.
But his partner, his collaborator, his other half, was Viktor. Who understood what he did and thought like he did. Who shared his moods, his humour. Whom he was always glad to see. And whom he still didn't fully understand, after more than three years of spending twelve hours a day together.
Viktor swallowed and put down his glass. Jayce watched his throat bob. He thought of Viktor swallowing other things. He remembered how it had felt to have him swallow around the head of his dick.
He did a good job of not thinking about the aphrodisiac accident when they were in the lab, despite that it had happened there - though Viktor had sat in Jayce's chair to attend to something small and fiddly a few weeks ago, and seeing it had given Jayce a peculiar thrill - but he still masturbated to the memory frequently. Half a year on, and it was still his most recent sexual encounter.
Was it for Viktor? Surely not, given what Viktor had revealed about his own sex life. Viktor could have sucked off any number of men since Jayce. Perhaps his different sexual attitudes meant that he wasn't as hung up on it as Jayce was.
"We're geniuses," said Jayce, trying to distract himself from the well-worn memories. He knew far too much about his lab partner's sex life. It did him no good to look at Viktor if he came into the lab after Jayce did and wonder, has he been up late? Has he been with a man?
"Geniuses," agreed Viktor complacently. "I am glad you said we should celebrate like this, just the two of us."
"I couldn't face another round of society functions. I wish you'd come to them. At least I'd have company. I know, I know, you hate them and think you being there would put people off. You're wrong, people like you."
Viktor made a disparaging noise.
"They do! I don't know how you don't see it." Jayce was leaning forward and gesturing with his glass. "Think how much the undergrads love your lectures and keep asking if you can do seminars for them." Viktor's teaching responsibilities were kept to the bare minimum; Jayce had none at all, largely because he was too busy with Hextech research, but also because the two years he had tried had not been a success.
"They want to be close to the cutting edge of research and perhaps to the famous Jayce Talis," said Viktor dismissively.
"They like you. They think you're cute."
Viktor opened and closed his mouth. Jayce enjoyed the rare sight of his partner lost for words.
"You're teasing me," he said at last.
"I'm serious. I hear them talking. 'Cute' is verbatim." Jayce, who thought his partner was good-looking in a severe, pallid sort of way, had not been surprised; but Viktor looked so stunned as to be disbelieving. Was it really so incredible? Viktor had, by his own admission, a healthy sex life; he must know men, at least, could find him attractive.
"I also hear them talking, mostly about you," retorted Viktor. "I have to warn you that one of the second-year undergraduates has already sworn to marry you. She is very pretty," he added.
"I'll make sure to run in the opposite direction if I see any pretty second-years."
"Why? You like pretty girls."
"I like pretty women," Jayce corrected him. "You know - grown-up, confident, independent."
"Ah, yes, by which you mean willing to seduce you rather than waiting for you to make the first move."
"Who's your source for this?" demanded Jayce. "Have you talked to Caitlyn? Did my mother tell you that?" He'd mentioned it when Jayce's romantic life had come up before, in the incident that Jayce tried not to think about outside his masturbatory fantasies.
Viktor smiled smugly, and did not reply. It was true, of course - Jayce had always been reticent with attractive women, and not especially good at recognising when they were coming onto him. His first girlfriend had actually started stripping him before he'd realised they were about to have sex.
"Alright, I'm sure you're very forward with men," he retorted. "Don't think I don't see the way you flirt with Emil. He'd do anything for you if you only batted your lashes." Emil was one of the university caretakers who had responsibility for Jayce and Viktor's lab - no small task, given the explosive fate of several lab mice during their early Hexgate tests - and was at least twice their age. He'd seen every mess that could conceivably happen in a university, or so he frequently said in his lugubrious voice, and only cracked a smile about once a week. He did, however, in Jayce's opinion, genuinely have a soft spot for Viktor. He didn't believe Viktor had noticed.
Viktor laughed, as he was supposed to.
"You don't know what I had to do for him after one of the assistants knocked over the oil drum." Yes, Jayce remembered that incident. Vividly. "But I think perhaps between men, it is easier. Not, I suppose, that I know anything about women." He drank again with a thoughtful expression. "Anyway, you don't need to take the initiative, with such a handsome face - the girls throw themselves at you, very convenient, no need to go looking."
"I'm not looking even if they do throw themselves at me, which is a complete exaggeration, by the way. I'm happily occupied with our research and our lab. Who needs sex when you've got Hextech?"
"Is this the advertising slogan for a new commercial application of Hextech?" Viktor raised his eyebrows suggestively.
They looked at each other, then they both sniggered like schoolboys. Jayce always felt pleased when he made Viktor laugh, especially at something that wasn't all that clever; and when Viktor joined in the joke.
"How do you think it's different between men?" Jayce wanted to know after they'd both sipped their port. It was growing on him, though maybe only because it was of the best quality: his mother believed that an appreciation of art and wine were essential for civilised existence, and so had instilled in him the ability to tell bad from good from very good. These talents had come in great use now that he mixed socially with people who also knew these things.
"Well, like I said, I couldn't say for certain." Viktor made a gesture with his glass perhaps intended to convey his ignorance of the opposite sex. "But between men, it can be very...transactional, I suppose, which is not matched by men's descriptions of their interactions with women who are not prostitutes." He shrugged. "Everyone knows what he is there for, and what position he will take and what is expected of him."
Jayce frowned.
"Are you trying to hint that you're into, um, sadomasochism?"
Viktor burst out laughing.
"No! Though I suppose it probably sounds like it." He was smiling broadly enough to show teeth, but it wasn't at Jayce's expense. "No, it is just very plain, by posture and by action, who is seeking what."
"Huh." Jayce finished his glass and considered getting up to pour another. "You make it sound very practical. Very efficient." He cleared his throat. "How does it work? Like, how can you tell...?"
Viktor was still looking at him in amusement.
"Put it this way: a man who approaches you with a hard-on has the expectation that you will be, ah, receptive in some way. In some orifice," he clarified.
"Does that happen? Like, a guy just wanders up to you like..." Jayce made an illustrative hand gesture, then wished he hadn't.
"Sometimes, in places where these expectations are widely known. Or, in more decorous places, he will touch your back and buttocks a lot after he has introduced himself and offered to buy you a drink."
"And what if it's the other way round? If he wants to be, uh, receptive?"
"Then it's not your ass he grabs," said Viktor dryly.
Jayce snorted. He remembered his glimpse of - okay, his long look at - Viktor's hard-on and his admission that he usually topped. His mind supplied an image of a random guy's hand groping Viktor's crotch in some seedy Zaun bar. He tried to push it away and remarked:
"Okay, if girls who were interested just walked up and grabbed your junk, I'd get laid a lot more than I do."
"You see? It is crude, but it has its charms." Viktor leaned back in his chair. "Who knows, perhaps there are places like this for men and women, and nobody has ever told me."
"No-one's ever told me either. Maybe I'm not hanging out with the right people." But, given what Jayce knew about the opposite sex, which was at least more than Viktor did, and what his own friends and acquaintances had said or implied, he doubted the hetero equivalent existed. If you wanted enthusiastic, anonymous head in the way Viktor had described, you almost certainly had to get it from a guy.
Could just anyone go there? Did you have to know a passcode, know someone to let you in? A place you could be anonymous, no need to talk, just make the right gestures to suck or get sucked, fuck or get fucked. Everyone knows what he is there for.
Jayce hadn't been interested in the idea of anonymous hook-ups before he found himself mentioned in newspapers and recognised on the street. He wasn't even sure he'd go for it now: his limited experience of sex had been enhanced by knowing the girl a bit beforehand, and always followed by him falling more deeply for girlfriends and developing a useless crush on his barely-a-handful of hookups.
But the idea of Viktor enjoying the most casual of sex for the simple physical pleasure of it had come up again and again in Jayce's mind for months, ever since he had learnt about his lab partner's sexual habits. Jayce even knew how he masturbated - face down, humping the bed - and sometimes when he was whacking off he wondered if Viktor was doing the same in his own bed a couple of buildings over. He'd knew what Viktor sounded like when he came: he'd seen and heard it three times.
He put his socked foot up on the coffee table to hide the hard-on he could feel warming up at his crotch. He briefly entertained the fantasy of not hiding it: of letting Viktor see. Of not needing to say what he wanted. He could just sit there with an erection and Viktor would know what was expected of him, and he'd do it.
God, he really shouldn't think like that with Viktor right there, holding a glass of fortified wine that had made his pale lips red.
Viktor had always seemed completely unbothered by their little aphrodisiac adventure. Maybe if you already sucked off men recreationally, it didn't seem like such a big deal to blow your lab partner when you were both desperately, magically randy. Jayce was simply another in the list of cocks that had been inside Viktor once, no repeat penetration expected or wanted. Whatever Viktor thought about in his once, maybe twice a week masturbation sessions probably wasn't what Jayce thought about, which was snapshots of his three hottest ever sexual encounters, with his dick in Viktor's mouth featuring prominently.
"You look like you are trying to solve a very hard problem," Viktor told him.
Hard. Yes, that.
"Sorry, I was miles away. Here, your glass is empty." In lieu of politely getting up to refill Viktor's glass and thus exposing his half-chub, Jayce pushed the bottle across the side table.
"If I drink any more, you will find me asleep on your sofa tomorrow morning." This was true: as well as not having much taste for alcohol, Viktor also had little head for it, and fell asleep in lieu of getting properly drunk. "It is very good, though. Even I can tell. A gift, I think, from your patrons?"
"From our patrons. They bankroll our research."
"As you say," said Viktor in that mild tone of voice he used when he wanted to imply Jayce was sadly mistaken but he would generously let him be wrong.
"They'd feel more like our patrons if you helped me with the glad-handing. I still say they'd like to meet you. Caitlyn's mother says I talk about you all the time anyway, and she thinks you sound very interesting."
The corner of Viktor's mouth twitched upwards, but he said only,
"I'm afraid I would alarm her by using an olive fork for the strawberries."
This was complete bullshit, not least because with Viktor's prodigious brain he was more than capable of learning which cutlery went with what. His manners were perfectly passable - he had lived in Piltover for years and had never surprised Jayce with any shocking lack of decorum - and Mrs Kirammen was made of stern enough diplomatic stuff to simply imitate any faux pas her guest made with the cutlery so as not to embarrass him.
In lieu of pointing any of this out to Viktor - which would in any case be pointless, this was a batttle he was not going to win - Jayce just said,
"You can use olive forks for strawberries."
"I am lucky to have you to instruct me. But shouldn't you be taking these events not only as ways to promote our research and secure new funding avenues, but also as opportunities to meet nice girls? You are clearly, ah, pent up."
For an alarming yet thrilling moment Jayce thought Viktor had noticed his boner; but Viktor went on:
"Or do I need to give you directions to the establishments I mentioned earlier? You seemed so interested."
Viktor was teasing him, of course. Jayce scowled playfully at him. Then he sighed and said,
"I guess I am. 'Pent up', not interested in the bars or whatever. Just...I dunno, I meant it when I said I'm happily married to the work, but I'm thinking about sex a lot, even when I'm in the lab. I probably need to beat off more - I've been so focused on getting the Hexgate ready that I must have been ignoring my body." This was probably even true: sixteen hour days and sometimes sleeping on cots in the lab during especially ticklish stages of their testing process hadn't left much time or privacy to masturbate.
Jayce thought he'd stayed pretty cool during that speech. He'd made casual reference to masturbation in a way that his friends in undergrad had, and it wasn't weird. Even though the last conversation on this topic he and Viktor had had, had been because they'd been beating off together.
But Viktor just said thoughtfully,
"Ah, you probably think of sex in the lab because of what we did there - your body thinks of it as a sexual space."
"Uh," said Jayce. "Yeah, I guess I do keep...thinking of it." He was thinking of it now. His half chub was threatening to become uncomfortable. They hadn't talked about the aphrodisiac jerking-off-in-front-of-each-other incident since it had happened.
"So do I. It's only natural - it was a very intense sexual experience, for both of us. I'm not sure," Viktor said in the same thoughtful tone, "that I would like to have three orgasms in a row again."
"It got kind of painful, towards the end," agreed Jayce, who was still stuck on so do I. In a scientific how-interesting-must-study way, or in a I-whack-off-to-this-weekly way?
"Did you notice any change in masturbation habits afterwards? You needed prostate stimulation to climax, at the end," Viktor added, as if Jayce might have forgotten his lab partner's long fingers rubbing his perineum.
Oh, God, he was fully hard. He swallowed and bent his knee further. These tight trousers weren't conducive to hiding an erection.
"I did use the, um, the little thing I told you about a few times afterwards." He hadn't had time for months, but he well remembered the shuddering brain-melting prostate orgasms it had given him. "But I could still come without it."
"It was the same for me. I experienced increased desire for prostate stimulation, but it wasn't necessary for climax." Viktor was still talking in his thoughtful scientist voice. "We should probably add this to the lab book. Wherever you have hidden that one. I noticed it had been replaced."
"Couldn't face an assistant reading it," croaked Jayce. A host of fantasies about Viktor experiencing increased desire for prostate stimulation were flooding his brain. Had he used his fingers? Had he humped the bed with some toy like Jayce's own up his ass? Had he found a man to fuck him? A stranger, or even the guy he'd said he'd had a casual arrangement with in the university...Jayce still found himself scrutinising the young men in the scientific faculties, wondering which of them it had been.
"No, I suppose that would have been..." Viktor, looking amused, made a vague gesture. "I agree, better they not know the bodily fluids that have been on that floor and those chairs."
Jayce had had to clean up the little puddle of come he'd been responsible for. He felt his ears burn at the memory. Of course, upon the last urgent, agonising orgasm, the pitiful spurts of remaining semen had gone in Viktor's mouth.
"Do you think the, uh, the end made a difference? When I..." he cleared his throat, "in your mouth?" He couldn't say it. He managed to get out: "Transfer of b-biological material?" Talking about it with Viktor was just turning him on even worse.
"I see, yes." Viktor, he was gratified to see, was looking a bit pink in the cheeks, though his voice was still even. Jayce didn't think it was just the wine. "As in, you might have passed more of the substance onto me in -" The barest hesitation. "- fluids?"
"Yeah. I did think, when we were cleaning up, maybe we should put it in a test tube." Weak laugh. "But we're not biologists, so..."
"No, no, I see." Viktor stretched out his bad leg, on which he had taken to sometimes wearing a large visible steel brace, though not tonight. Jayce assumed the physical stress of creating and upscaling the Hexgate had worsened whatever condition he had - knee? hip? Viktor was frustratingly vague - and kept telling him to sit down when he noticed he'd been standing up for too long. Though resistant to being patronised about his health, Viktor tolerated this.
Was Viktor getting hard over talking about this too? Jayce tried not to look like he was looking at his lab partner's - best friend's - crotch. He remembered, against his will, Viktor's erection, bigger than Jayce had expected, and how he'd kept touching it as he sucked Jayce's dick.
He didn't know if bending his knee was hiding anything at this point. He felt like his groin was in a spotlight, possibly with a sign pointing to his hard-on.
"I hope you aren't, ah, bothered? Still, by our little...aphrodisiac accident. When you say it's been weighing on your mind..." Viktor looked curious, even a little concerned. He'd crossed his legs. Jayce couldn't meet his eyes.
"No, I, uh." Could he say it? "I do think about it a lot," he croaked out, in lieu of saying I beat off thinking about it. "It doesn't, um, bother me. I...it was really good, actually." That was a very weak way of putting it, but Jayce's heart was pounding.
"Yes, all three orgasms were exceptionally powerful, even though the last was rather difficult to achieve. I can see that the overwhelming arousal would be very enjoyable to experience recreationally."
"The last bit in particular," Jayce clarified. His tongue was buzzing.
"Yes, with a partner the effect is perhaps magnified. Like we joked at the time, commercial application would make..." Then Viktor blinked and seemed to review what Jayce had actually said. "Ah, thank you?" His ears were going red again. He picked up his glass, realised it was empty, and put it back down.
"I think I should be thanking you. You, uh, did the work." His thin lips stretching obscenely around Jayce's throbbing dick...
"I promise you, I enjoyed it as much as you did." Viktor was now definitely red in the face.
So do you want to try it again? was lodged in Jayce's throat. He spread his legs, silently inviting Viktor to look.
For a moment, Viktor's face betrayed no emotion as he stared at the bulge at Jayce's crotch. Then his face turned to the same expression he had worn when he had limped across the lab to demand Jayce get out of his chair, because if I kneel, it hurts to get up again.
"Why don't you come over here?" he suggested.
Jayce got up gracelessly. He felt hot and clumsy. He crossed the carpet in two paces to stand in front of Viktor, whose gaze was fixed avariciously on Jayce's crotch, where his erection distended the cloth.
"Our discussion must have excited you very much," Viktor remarked in that same mild tone. Up close, Jayce could see that he was hard too. That turned him on even further, that Viktor was getting excited over the prospect of sucking his dick.
Jayce just nodded. He was overly aware of his own breathing. He was losing higher brain function with how desperately he wanted his dick to be in his lab partner's mouth. There was a good chance Viktor was now going to tease him, make Jayce tell him exactly what he wanted, and if he did then Jayce might actually beg please please please suck my dick. The prospect of that turned him on too.
Viktor reached out and gently tugged Jayce closer by the belt. Jayce took another step forward to almost straddle Viktor's legs. His clothed crotch was now inches from Viktor's face and it looked blatantly sexual.
Viktor bent his head and pressed his cheek against the bulge at Jayce's crotch. Even that felt good.
Jayce wanted to ask him: have you been thinking about this, masturbating over it? Do you want this as much as I do?
Viktor's long pale fingers unbuttoned Jayce's flies. Jayce actually hissed through his teeth when they reached into his underwear to wrap around his aching hard cock at last.
Viktor glanced up at him, their eyes meeting for a second - then Viktor turned his attention to Jayce's dick, which he'd just pulled out into the warm air of Jayce's study. It was very red and very hard and very swollen.
For a long second, Viktor stared at it with the same deep concentration he applied to engineering problems in the lab. Like Jayce's dick was a complicated machine and he was figuring out how it worked.
Then, just like he had in the lab, he bent forwards and took half of it into his mouth at once.
Jayce drew in a ragged gasp. Sparks went off behind his eyes. He gripped Viktor's shoulders for support.
As before, Viktor clearly knew exactly what to do. He lashed the sensitive head with his tongue and made Jayce groan. He screwed his tongue into the sensitive spot where the foreskin met the head and made Jaye's knees wobble. And he sucked, deep sucking pulses of his mouth, that made Jayce curl forward over him and cling to his narrow shoulders.
It felt incredible - literally, unbelievably good, the kind of pure sexual pleasure Jayce had assumed only happened in dreams. Viktor's eyes were closed and his lips were stretched wide around Jayce's dick. One hand was between his own legs to cup his erection.
Viktor leaned in further to take more of Jayce's dick. Jayce felt the head gently bump something - then Viktor swallowed. Jayce moaned louder as Viktor's throat massaged the sensitive head of his dick. No-one had ever done this for him before. Viktor swallowed again, and again Jayce felt his dick throb and ooze precome down his lab partner's throat. He fought not to thrust his dick into Viktor's mouth and choke him.
"I'll come," Jayce warned him breathlessly. Again, Viktor's eyes flicked to his and a zing of excitement shot up Jayce's spine to see Viktor looking up at him with his mouth stretched round Jayce's dick. Viktor pulled back a little and sucked hard, a wet welcoming pulsing vise all round Jayce's throbbing hard cock. The wet sound went right through Jayce and made his dick pulse again and drool more precome.
It had only been a couple of minutes since Viktor had unbuttoned Jayce's trousers, but either Viktor was just that good or Jayce was more pent-up than he'd thought, because he really was going to come, he couldn't stop it. He felt the swell right down in his groin, the spreading tingling heat, the sweet coiling pleasure all drawing tighter at the base of his dick. He was breathing hard, almost panting.
He squeezed Viktor's shoulders, unable to speak. He looked down at the dark head bent over his groin, at the flushed face and hot wet mouth that was bobbing up and down on his dick, and could hardly believe it. He lifted one shaky hand from Viktor's shoulder and gently cupped his head with it.
Viktor pulled off entirely with suction that made Jayce's knees tremble. The warm air of Jayce's study felt cool after the heat of his mouth.
"Would you like to come on my face?" he asked in a slightly throaty voice. As if he was asking Jayce if he wanted tea or coffee.
Jayce, his whole groin, his dick, his balls alight with pleasurable pre-orgasmic tingles, croaked out only:
"In." He wanted it, he needed it, he'd beg Viktor if he had to. He had to come down that warm wet sucking throat. His hips bucked eagerly, almost slapping Viktor's cheek with his cock.
Viktor at once swallowed his dick again, over half at once. Jayce cried out, frenzied, blind, on the agonisingly pleasurable verge of coming. Viktor sucked hard, Jayce felt the first orgasmic shudder run up his spine, and - there he went. His balls contracted, his legs locked, and as he moaned loud enough to echo, his pulsing dick fired the first shot of come down Viktor's waiting throat.
Viktor made a small noise, but he didn't choke. He kept up the same rhythmic sucking and kept Jayce's dick in his mouth as it shot streams of come deep onto his waiting wet tongue. Through orgasm-blurred eyes Jayce could see that he was thrusting his hips to rub his clothed dick against his own hand.
It went on for a long time, the aching shuddering pleasurable spasms as Jayce's balls emptied down Viktor's throat. He'd somehow got his fingers buried in Viktor's hair and was holding him in place, which was bad manners but he couldn't make himself let go. He could hear guttural noises escaping him as the feelings raced through him, radiating from his groin. It was perfect, it was heaven, and it felt like it would go on forever.
He came down at last, breathing hard, unclenching muscles that had been straining as orgasm hit and locked them up. He swallowed and carefully unwound his fingers from Viktor's hair.
Viktor didn't immediately let go of Jayce's slowly softening dick. He was still very gently tonguing the head, threatening to overstimulate but not quite hurting. Jayce shivered. His head was buzzing, his whole body still prickling pleasantly with post-orgasmic glow. He wanted to sit down. He wanted to close his eyes and drift into a wonderfully contented sleep.
"You're really good at that," he said hoarsely.
Viktor at last let Jayce's limp wet dick fall from his mouth. His smiled up at Jayce, very pink in the face.
"Practise," he said simply.
Again, curiosity shot through Jayce. Ever since discovering that Viktor had a sex life, he'd wanted to know all about it.
Between the two of them they tucked Jayce's dick away again. It felt peculiarly intimate to feel Viktor's fingers on his limp penis, more intimate even than when it had been hard. Viktor was breathing heavily, and it took Jayce a second to realise that it wasn't just the effects of swallowing Jayce's dick.
"Not gonna beat off?" he asked. His best friend was pitching quite a tent.
"I thought this exercise was about you. Feeling better?"
"Amazing. Like I've had my brain sucked out through my dick." Jayce smiled down at Viktor; Viktor, he was pleased to see, returned the smile. The flash of his teeth reminded Jayce that Viktor had again swallowed his come. Jayce knew from trying his own come that it tasted awful; but maybe if you enjoyed sucking dick then you liked the taste. He wanted to ask Viktor if he usually swallowed - something he would never have expected his girlfriends to do, because, again, gross taste - but Viktor was saying,
"A laudatory review," and sitting back in his chair. He was still flushed even though his voice was steady. He made no move to jack off, even though the bulge in his trousers and the way he'd been rocking his hips earlier said he must want to.
"Aren't you just dying to jack off?" Jayce asked him, not moving from having his now clothed crotch almost in Viktor's face. Viktor's gaze flickered: yes, then. "C'mon, I've seen it before," Jayce cajoled.
"Then you don't need to see it again." His eyes were glazed and this time there was a catch in his voice. His hands were in fists by his sides.
"I'll do it for you. I've got one of my own, I can probably work out what to do."
That made Viktor smile. It also, Jayce saw, made his thighs clench. There was tension in his shoulders. He wanted it; he wanted to come, maybe even as badly as he had in the lab. Just a little push...
"I beat off all the time thinking about you sucking my dick in the lab," Jayce confessed very quietly. "The next time I do it, I'll think of you doing it here. Do you think about it when you jack off?"
Viktor's Yes was more of a whisper. His eyelids flickered and his nostrils flared. He pressed the heel of his hand to the lump of his dick in his trousers, squeezed it, moaned - and unbuttoned.
His dick was long and pale pink like Jayce remembered, and Viktor's hand was a blur on it as he jacked off furiously, hunched over, curving forwards almost protectively. His other hand he put over his mouth, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair.
Jayce watched him. He took in every detail. How he used his thumb to pull the foreskin over the head of his dick, how he breathed heavily into his hand, how his thick dark eyebrows scrunched together over his closed eyes. Viktor had told him he usually humped the bed, but Jayce transposed this vision of him masturbating in an armchair to Viktor's own rooms and own battered armchair. Desperate, unable to control himself, thinking of...whatever Viktor thought of. Sucking Jayce's dick, apparently.
Viktor drove himself to a brutally efficient climax. Jayce, watching his dick closely, saw it throb in the way he recognised when he was just about to come - and it spewed thick white come over Viktor's pumping hand and open trousers. Viktor, eyes closed, fist almost in his mouth, made small muffled noises in his throat with every spurt. His thin body strained with orgasmic contraction.
After the protracted moment of ecstasy, Viktor finally let out a shuddering sigh around his own knuckles, and opened his eyes. He blinked hazily into the middle distance, then looked down. He grimaced.
His pocket handkerchief was put to use. Jayce thought he might be using it to avoid Jayce's eye a little longer. Well, it wasn't like Jayce knew what to say either. He watched his best friend tucking away his dick and trying to blot the semen off his trousers, and thought, I'm so glad I met you.
"Well," said Viktor at last as he tucked his handkerchief back into his pocket, "I'll assume that was satisfactory for both of us." He was still a little pink in the face.
"Very," Jayce agreed. He thought he might be blushing too. He could see Viktor putting his usual self back in place, putting away the abandoned eager uncontrolled desire that Jayce had seen in his body. Jayce marvelled again that his lab partner could have turned out to give head that sucked out a man's brain through his dick, and obviously thoroughly enjoyed it.
He awkwardly manoeuverd himself backwards and sat down in his chair again. He drank a little more of his port for something to do, and found his mouth was dry. There was a pleasant post-orgasmic twinge in his belly. He felt like he might doze off in his chair.
They didn't speak for some time. Now that overwhelming sexual desire had been dealt with, Jayce went back to thoughts about the Hexgate. They'd done it, but there was still more to do. More ways to improve the Hexgates - imagine how useful a portable version could be! - and other technology to invent. Viktor did like his robots.
Opposite, Viktor sighed, then yawned. He looked content and sleepy, much like Jayce felt.
"I will see you in the morning," he told Jayce, taking hold of his cane to push himself up from the chair. It looked like it took more effort than usual.
"You can take the couch," Jayce began to offer, but Viktor smiled and shook his head.
"I think I can make it to my own rooms two quads away," he said dryly. "Goodnight, Jayce. Sleep well."
Thus he took his coat and his leave. But there was a queer expression on his face as he passed through the oak door Jayce had politely got up to open for him. Or perhaps it was only a shadow, or Jayce's imagination. Or maybe it was his leg that caused him to look tired and pained.
Jayce sat back down in his armchair by the fire. He'd never thought of himself as an especially social person, but it just wasn't as nice now that Viktor had left. He idly considered them living together. Viktor would never go for it, but Jayce, who'd always insisted on having his own space, thought it might be nice in a big enough place. Hell, they already practically lived together at the lab anyway - there were even cots in there for when they couldn't leave an experiment overnight.
Of course, if they shared rooms, Viktor really wouldn't be able to keep it quiet when he was going out or coming back late, having spent time with some man. Jayce would know just by looking at him.
And he could say to Viktor, why are you going out? You don't need to. And he'd show Viktor the hard-on thinking about Viktor sucking off other men had given him, and just like tonight Viktor would take care of it and swallow Jayce's hot come. And Jayce, because he was a generous soul, would finally get to reciprocate and stroke the hard-on Viktor had got from sucking Jayce's dick until he came all over Jayce's hand.
It was a nice fantasy, anyway. Probably not what Viktor was thinking of, over in his rooms a couple of quads away, even if it was fun to think he might be. Jayce went to bed not long after and his sleep was full of dirty dreams about his lab partner.