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Sweat drips down the center of Jayce’s chest. His jersey—peeled off and thrown into his open locker—is smeared with dirt from the slide onto home base during their scrimmage today. As the end of the season approaches, Jayce has been putting his all into practices after school. It’s not uncommon for him to go home with a bruise, a stained piece of clothing, a sore muscle or two.
After receiving his full-ride scholarship to Piltover University through baseball, his mind has been sharply focused on ending the season with hell-bent dedication—the desire to close the year and his high school athletic career with a win burning in his veins.
But now that the week is over, he allows himself to relax, as short as the break may be.
Breathing deep, feeling his lungs burn, and taking a large swig from his water bottle, Jayce can’t help but to overhear the multitudes of conversation happening around him. The locker room at this time of the evening is crowded, with several different teams finishing up their practices simultaneously. Metal clangs against sports gear, voices are charged and overstimulating, energy is excited and loose.
“—telling me you now have five names on the list? Be serious, D. No one is that lucky.”
Jayce quirks an eyebrow at the voice, wiping the dripping water off his chin.
“Nah, it’s easy. They are easy. Wet as a river, too. Especially when you are as charming as I am,” comes a response.
Jayce barks a laugh, not trying to be quiet, successfully gaining the attention of his teammates.
“Got something to say, Talis?” Dmitri rounds behind Jayce, puffing his chest in offense.
Shaking his head, Jayce smiles.
“The only thing that’s easy is how easy you lie, Dmitri.” Jayce turns around, sneering as he leans forward into Dmitri’s face. “No one would be so willing to get it on with you.” Jayce smirks, a cocky, gleaming thing. “Well, no one that respects themselves.”
Dmitri growls, the air getting tense. “Says you, Talis. Your list is looking pretty empty, don’t you think?” The locker room quiets, all eyes focused on the two seniors who are an inch away from ripping out each other’s throats. Jayce’s smile falls. Dmitri’s eyes narrow.
Then, as quick as the tension builds, it breaks. Dmitri laughs, clapping a hand atop Jayce’s bare shoulder and shaking him.
“You’re such an asshole, Jayce. You know that, right?”
Jayce rolls his eyes, huffing his own laugh as he wipes a towel along his skin and re-dresses himself in his casual clothing. The atmosphere in the locker room shifts back to normal, the team breaking off into their own separate groups and slowly starting to feed out into the school’s hallway.
Jayce leaves as well, with Dmitri trailing closely behind him. When they start towards the parking lot, Dmitri throws an arm over Jayce’s shoulder.
“Seriously though, Talis. When the hell are you gonna get a name for your list? You need to get out there and pick a cherry! Join the club, man. Senior year is almost over and you can’t leave empty handed!”
“Empty handed? You make it sound so cheap, D. Besides, why does it even matter?” Jayce shrugs Dmitri’s arm off. “Who I sleep with is literally none of your business.”
Dmitri hums, narrowing his eyes. “Sleep with? Now who said any of that? You don’t have to wine and dine them, man. A quick lay counts too.”
Growing tired of this conversation, Jayce doesn’t respond. But, stubborn and persistent as ever, Dmitri continues to prod.
“Spring dance is coming up, you know. Last one of our high school careers. I’m sure someone there would be happy to get down and dirty with you.”
Dmitri shoulders Jayce when they turn the corner of the hallway, playfully knocking him into the lockers with a loud crash.
“Hey, you fuck!” Jayce shoves Dmitri back, sending him flying across the hall. He lands on his ass with a laugh, then stands and wipes his jeans as he makes his way back towards Jayce.
Jayce rolls his eyes again, shaking his head. When he looks back down the hallway towards the exit to the parking lot, he locks eyes with someone.
Not just any someone, though.
Viktor.
A quiet, beautiful boy; one who shares a few of Jayce’s classes. He keeps to himself, so they’ve never spoken to each other, but ever since Jayce first noticed him at the beginning of the semester he has had a hard time paying attention to anything else during those periods.
Viktor has a tendency to bounce his cane against his foot when he’s focused, and his lower lip often finds its resting place between Viktor’s teeth. Jayce can’t help but watch him, too enamoured by the boy to listen to whatever the teacher may be saying at that moment. Needless to say, he’s lucky to be passing those classes.
So far, Viktor hasn’t caught him staring. At least, he doesn’t think so.
He hopes.
Jayce feels Dmitri grip him on the back of his neck.
“Hey, maybe your cute little crush will be there.” He speaks low to Jayce, so that the topic of discussion doesn’t overhear. “Seems like as good a virgin as any.”
Jayce—offended on behalf of Viktor—glares daggers at Dmitri, brushing past him with a grunt. Dmitri raises his palms in surrender at Jayce’s now genuine attitude and walks off towards some of their other teammates at the warning. Watching as Dmitri chuckles and talks to their other teammates, Jayce feels the skin at the back of his neck crawl when they all turn and watch him with teasing smiles on their faces.
Fed up with the last few minutes of Dmitri’s antics, Jayce glances up to Viktor once more, seeing a curious—and extremely cute—tilt of his head at the interaction he just witnessed.
Intrusively, Jayce can’t help but now imagine Viktor splayed out on some sheets, panting and clawing at Jayce’s back, his face curled in ecstasy instead of that innocent curiosity. He shakes the guilt-ridden image out of his head, and a deep red blush paints his cheeks as he rushes past where Viktor stands by his locker. Jayce can only hear his heartbeat in his ears as he retreats toward his car in the parking lot.
Fucking Dmitri.
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“Viktor, what’s your favorite color?”
Sitting on his best friend’s bed, Viktor tilts his head at the question.
“What? Why?”
Lest pokes her head out from her closet, a crazed look in her eyes. Viktor gulps, afraid of what he’s accidentally unleashed. Music plays low in the background—something high energy to match the girl frantically digging through her clothing.
“Because, I’m putting an outfit together in my head for you! I have like, so many dresses. One of them is bound to be something you like!”
Viktor falls back onto Lest’s bed with a dramatic sigh.
“Uh, blue? No, green. I don’t know—and I don’t even know why I agreed to this. I’ve never been to one of these things before, why am I changing my mind now?” The question is hypothetical, and more aimed at himself, but Lest answers Viktor anyway.
“Because you love me, and since Salo dumped me last week you promised that you would go to the spring dance with me. You don’t want to leave your favorite girl all alone, now do you?”
Viktor picks his head up off the mattress and glares at Lest, who giggles at the look.
“You could always just… not go to the dance, Lest. It’s not the end of the world to miss it.”
Lest gasps, feigning extreme offense by holding her hand over her chest.
“How dare you even say such a thing, Viktor!”
Viktor rolls his eyes.
“Besides…” Lest continues, dipping back into the closet to dig through her clothes. “I heard through the grapevine that your favorite baseball player might be there…”
He sits up quickly at that, his eyes brightening at Lest’s words. Lest turns around and looks at him, an evil smile on her face. Viktor slumps when he is caught, a blush curling around his ears.
“Whatever… Why do I care that Jayce may be there?”
Lest walks over to the bed and drapes three dresses across his lap. One is gold, with sequins, and heavy. Viktor shakes his head. The next is a deep green, but ruffled and not something that Viktor would be caught dead in.
The last is a royal blue, short and shapely, with a deep neckline. Viktor bites his lip as he drags his hand across the soft material in his lap.
“You don’t want to look hot and sweep him off his feet?” Lest smiles, crossing her arms. “Maybe get lucky and get some baseball dick?”
Viktor snaps his eyes up to Lest and her vulgarity, his blush spreading down his neck.
“Lest!”
“What? I’m just saying. You can only be a virgin for so long, Viktor. You’re telling me you wouldn’t want to get your world rocked by that dreamboat?”
Viktor doesn’t respond, just blinks and tries not to think about Jayce rocking his world.
Lest reaches forward and grabs the blue dress that was laid across his lap.
“Is this the one? I think this is the one, Viktor.”
Viktor sighs, then smiles wide—pushing Jayce to the back of his mind for now—and nods. The cute, celebratory dance and high-pitched squeal he earns from his best friend is worth any of the turmoil he may face going to this silly school dance.
Fucking Lest.
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The spring dance is a big deal at Piltover High School. The recreation committee spends more time focusing their planning efforts on it than they do for prom, which is out of the norm for other high schools in the area.
Only juniors and seniors are allowed to attend the spring dance, which may be one of the reasons it’s such a popular event. Kids spend years watching the school hype it up, so of course they go all out when it’s their turn.
Jayce looks around. This year, the spring dance’s theme is “Written In The Stars,” an ode to the constellations that shine in the night sky at this time of the year. The entire gymnasium is decorated, the floor covered in a deep, earthy green carpet—minus the jet-black dance floor—and there are thousands of lights hung from the ceiling in order to imitate twinkling stars. Photo backdrops are set up throughout the space, and tables with glittering black cloth and elegant crystal centerpieces are scattered for students to sit and talk at.
There are hors d’oeuvres, desserts, and teas of all sorts to choose from for snacking; a nice appetizer while the party starts, allowing the students to loosen up and get ready for the more energetic parts of the night.
And if Jayce is to compare it to last year’s spring dance, he knows that in a few hours the music will be blaring so loud that he cannot hear himself think.
For now, though, he sits at one of the low tables close to the dance floor with some of his teammates. Dmitri—of course—is to his right, talking to a junior student that has somehow taken Dmitri as a mentor of sorts. To his left is Violet, the team’s catcher and the only girl that has played baseball at their high school. Violet flirts with her girlfriend, Caitlyn.
The music is low enough that he can hear the conversations, but he drowns them out anyway in favor of watching all the people in the gymnasium.
Everyone is dressed to the nines. Floor length, silk gowns. Expensive, pressed suits. It looks like a downtown charity gala, with the way the crowd is decorated so formally.
This isn’t to say Jayce doesn’t enjoy it, though. He himself is dressed in his nicest suit. His jacket is hung on the back of his chair, so his dark red button up and black suspenders are in full view. His sleeves are rolled up his forearms so that he can mindlessly fiddle with the bracelet on his wrist while his mind is occupied by watching the scene around him. It’s a bored, nervous habit he has, but not one Jayce plans on breaking any time soon.
Jayce sees students and teachers alike talking and laughing to each other as the low bass of whatever song is playing vibrates throughout the gymnasium. Glancing back at his friends around the table and seeing that they are paying him no mind, Jayce decides he is feeling a bit lonely, so he stands up.
“Yo, Talis, where you going?”
Jayce turns back to Dmitri at the call.
“Just to get a drink. Mind your business!”
Dmitri shrugs, and another question from the junior sitting next to him drags his attention away from Jayce, so he leaves the table.
Jayce pours himself some tea, drinking it quickly and tossing the plastic cup. He then makes his way to the outskirts of the crowd, leaning against a column to continue his people-watching.
He hopes that Vi brought her weed like she said she would. This is getting boring, and Jayce wouldn’t mind sneaking away to get high before the real party starts.
“You look lonely.”
Next to him, a voice speaks up. Jayce turns and locks eyes with probably the only person he was truly excited to see tonight. If he is honest with himself, it’s the reason his eyes have been on the crowd since he arrived.
Viktor is wrapped in a skin-tight, short, deep blue dress—one with such a deep neckline that he can see the gentle curves of his chest and the dip of his navel through a thin mesh material. The metal of the brace on his leg matches the silver jewelry that decorates his slender neck and lithe fingers. His hair is styled, slicked at the sides and mussed at the top to mimic an elegant shag, and his eyes are lined in dark black eyeliner.
Jayce looks him up and down quite shamelessly, and when he flits his eyes back to Viktor’s face, the contact is searing.
“Not anymore.”
Viktor smiles, a pretty blush deepening the pink already applied to his cheeks.
Surprised, Jayce didn’t think that Viktor would be so confident as to approach him like this. Although when he sees the small flask held within one of Viktor’s hands, Jayce thinks he understands where the courage may be coming from.
Viktor lifts an eyebrow at the glance Jayce takes at the flask.
“You want some? It’s not much, but it’s strong.” He emphasizes this by turning to look for any spying chaperones, and when he sees none, he takes a swig. Jayce watches his face, not seeing any reaction.
He lifts his head, opening his hand for Viktor to drop the flask into. Jayce feels his fingertips graze the center of his palm, a phantom shock where their skin touches.
With a smug smile, Jayce glances around himself, then takes his own sip.
Immediately, it fucking burns. He has to cover his mouth and struggles not to bite his tongue with the way the alcohol burns behind his teeth, the fumes singing his nostrils. Forcing himself to swallow is tough, but eventually he manages—before coughing and handing the flask back to Viktor.
“Jesus, Viktor, what is that!?”
“I told you it was strong,” the boy replies, nonchalant. Jayce blinks his surprise before chuckling at his demeanor, rubbing the burn from his chest with a palm to his sternum.
Then, Viktor speaks again. “You know my name,” he says, snipping the laugh right out of Jayce’s throat. He flushes to the tips of his ears, caught off-guard and red-handed. Right, they’ve never spoken before. Good job being low-key about your little crush, Jayce thinks to himself.
“Ah, yeah, sorry, you’re um—you’re in a few of my classes.” Jayce is mentally slapping himself, trying to pull his charisma back from where it must have been burnt away by the alcohol. He clears his throat, leaning against the column before speaking again.
“Besides, it’s not like I can just forget the name of the pretty boy that has sat in front of me all semester.”
Viktor squints his eyes suspiciously, but takes the compliment with a blush, leaning back against the column next to Jayce and taking the weight off of his cane. A few silent minutes go by watching the students around them begin to liven up as they start to gather at the dance floor. Jayce can’t help but notice Viktor in the corner of his vision, twisting the rings around his fingers.
“What do you even do at these things, Jayce?”
Jayce laughs. “Hey! You know my name, too!”
Viktor chuckles, turning his head to look at Jayce.
“Right, and that surprises you, Golden Boy?”
Jayce rolls his eyes playfully. Golden Boy is the nickname his teammates gave him after an exceptionally great game his freshman year, one where Jayce helped widen the score gap between the two teams so much that their opponents forfeited the game. He’s not sure where the “golden” came from, but he thinks it has something to do with how the game ended before the sun had even set. Whatever the cause, it stuck. Now, even teachers refer to him playfully by the nickname.
“Okay, okay. Fair enough.” Jayce backtracks to answer Viktor’s question with another question. “Did you not go to the spring dance last year?”
Viktor shakes his head, taking another small sip from his flask.
“No, I never really had an interest. I only came this year to appease my best friend, who quickly abandoned me.” Viktor nods his head in the direction of the dance floor—the music having picked up during their conversation and causing a large crowd to start dancing.
Jayce hums, looking over the crowd, watching the bodies flow like a sea of sequins and velvet. It makes Jayce smile. Then, he looks back down to Viktor.
“Well, is it bad to say I’m glad they ditched you?” When Viktor turns his head to catch Jayce’s eyes again, Jayce winks, pulling a bright red blush onto Viktor’s face. How cute.
“But, to answer your question, that is about it. Dancing, and being sneaky about illicit substances.”
“Well, at least one of those I can do with confidence,” Viktor states, handing the flask back to Jayce. This time, when Jayce takes a sip, it doesn’t burn nearly as bad. He’s able to handle a bit more, the warmth instantly saturating his belly.
Then, Viktor is crowding into Jayce’s space. Backed up against the column, Viktor closes the distance between them—so narrow that when Jayce inhales, his chest brushes against Viktor’s.
Jayce tilts his head, raising an eyebrow at the boy now inches away from his face. The sudden, heated reminder of Dmitri’s teasing about the cherry picker’s club pops into the back of his mind.
“Are you good at being sneaky, Jayce Talis?”
His eyes fall to Viktor’s mouth, watching a small, pink tongue swipe across his bottom lip.
“Depends.” Straightforward, Jayce lets Viktor lead the conversation into where he hopes it’s going.
Viktor stares at Jayce for a moment, an internal debate flashing across his features that Jayce is not privy to. Whatever decision he lands on, Jayce is happy because then Viktor is taking his hand and leading him out of the auditorium.
Quickly and silently, Viktor pulls Jayce through the quiet, liminal halls of the school, electricity pumping through their veins.
They soon reach a solid wood door with a metal plate that has the words “Darkroom” inscribed on it, and another interchangeable tab that says “Not In Use”
Viktor tries the door, and to their absolute pleasure, it’s not locked. Viktor pulls him inside the room, and then Jayce decides it’s his turn to take the lead.
Jayce turns and closes the distance in their bodies again until Viktor’s back is pressed into the wood of the closed door. It’s pitch black, and Jayce swipes his hand across the wall to flip whatever switch is closest.
Suddenly the entire room—including themselves—becomes washed in a deep, blood red.
The sight of Viktor, over-saturated and high-contrast, makes Jayce’s hands clench where they press against the wood next to Viktor’s face. A heat as carnal as the color enveloping them stirs deep in his abdomen, an excited thrill clawing up his back.
“Sneaky enough for you?” Jayce quips, a tease that slips off the tip of his tongue. He expects Viktor to laugh, but Viktor’s face remains completely stoic. Focused. He’s locked onto Jayce’s lips, his eyes wide. Jayce thinks that a blush would be visible across his entire face if it weren’t for the red lights washing it away.
“Kiss me.”
Jayce inhales, but doesn’t hesitate.
He grabs onto the back of Viktor’s neck, and pulls their lips together. It’s clumsy and rushed—the excitement of what they are doing quickly overwhelming them—but Jayce hears a clatter as Viktor’s cane falls to the ground, and he moans so sweetly that Jayce can do nothing to stop himself from diving deeper.
Opening his mouth, Jayce slides his tongue between Viktor’s lips and gently tangles it with Viktor’s. Viktor whines, his legs shaking underneath him enough that Jayce has to grab a hold onto his hip with his free hand to keep him stable. The feeling of Viktor’s body trembling in his palm has him tightening his grip, his thumb digging into the divot of Viktor’s hipbone.
When Viktor gasps at the feeling, Jayce sees flashes of his own imagination in his head; his previous intrusive thoughts of what Viktor might look like, sound like, feel like after Dmitri teased him flood his mind and cause a sour wave of guilt to flash through his system.
Jayce pulls back, loosening his grip and breaking the kiss. He tries to speak, but can only get a low groan out when Viktor’s lips immediately attach to his neck, licking and biting at the sensitive flesh along the column of his throat.
“Viktor—”
The boy doesn’t respond with anything more than a high moan, winding an arm around Jayce’s shoulders and continuing to kiss Jayce’s neck and jaw.
Then, a small hand threads between their bodies and presses against the hardness in Jayce’s pants, pulling a gasp from his lungs.
“Ah—Viktor—” Jayce lets himself enjoy the feeling for a few seconds, but when another wave of guilt-riddled visions slam into him, he has to grab Viktor’s hand, stilling it against his clothed cock.
Viktor finally pulls back to look up at Jayce, confusion and hurt flooding his features, to Jayce’s horror.
Jayce shakes his head, quickly attempting to correct whatever assumption Viktor may have jumped to in his head.
“I’m sorry, I just—I have to be honest with you about something.”
Viktor’s body tenses, his eyes narrowing in suspicion at Jayce.
Jayce braces for impact, fearful that he’s about to fuck up irrevocably.
“There’s this club, a stupid club, that my friends have been teasing me non-stop about.” Jayce watches Viktor raise an eyebrow. “It’s… It’s called the cherry picker’s club. A… virginity stealing club, essentially.”
Jayce doesn’t let himself look at Viktor’s face, dropping his eyes down to the floor in shame.
“My friends have been urging me to get on with it and pick a cherry, or whatever, and write a name on their stupid list. I don’t even know if you’re a virgin, but the thought has been on my mind since you came up to me at the dance—well, before that, honestly—and it would eat me alive if you ever found out and thought that the only reason I’m here with you is to join this stupid fucking club. It’s not. I’m here because I like you, and I think you’re cute, sexy, and so smart. I’ve watched you all semester and I have developed this huge crush on you because—fuck, who wouldn’t?”
“Jayce—”
“So I had to tell you, Viktor, because I don’t want you to think that’s who I am. It’s not. We don’t have to do anything. I can walk out that door or we can go back to the dance or—”
“Jayce,” Viktor raises his voice slightly, shutting him up in the middle of his rambling. Jayce flushes in mortification, glad that the red lights hide it.
“I don’t care about this club,” Viktor states, his voice breathy and his pupils dilated when Jayce looks back up to his face. “You can write my name as many times as you want, for all I care. Let your friends know, it doesn’t matter.”
Jayce’s eyes go wide in shock, hardly able to believe what Viktor is saying.
“What?”
“You’re not a bad guy, Jayce. I know you’re not going to just use me to get on this stupid list. If you were going to, you never would have stopped.”
Jayce gasps, feeling Viktor’s hand move against his crotch again.
“Take my virginity. Tell everyone. There’s no one else I want to give it to.”
Feeling blood rush quickly back south, Jayce’s brain nearly seizes at the words. He lets them sit in the front of his mind, on the tip of his tongue, deep in the back of his throat. Heat rushes down his chest, settling heavy in the pit of his stomach. It stirs and claws and bites until Jayce loses the last shred of control he has—the feeling slipping through his fingers as he replaces it with strands of Viktor’s hair, grasping the back of his skull to bring their faces together and kiss him hard.
Jayce’s hand slides down Viktor’s body, gliding over the soft, silky texture of the fabric wrapped so beautifully around him until he touches the skin of his leg, quickly hooking his hand underneath Viktor’s knee and lifting him off the ground. Viktor follows his lead, wrapping his legs around Jayce’s waist without breaking their kiss—no more than a small whine seeping from their connected mouths.
Carrying Viktor the short distance to a nearby table, Jayce sets his ass down onto the wood and hikes up his dress.
“Jay—mph,” Viktor tries, his words quickly being stolen by another kiss as Jayce uses both hands to pull Viktor’s panties down his legs. He’s so impatient that he doesn’t bother when it gets hooked around one of Viktor’s shoes, the thin lace dangling and ignored as Jayce nips along Viktor’s jawline.
“Has anyone ever gone down on you, Viktor?”
A sigh, mixed with a soft, quiet moan. Viktor shakes his head, Jayce feeling the movement on the side of his face as his lips continue to drag down the column of Viktor’s neck.
Licking the skin and punctuating the last kiss with a smile, Jayce descends, his knees hitting the floor in front of the table.
Jayce glances up and studies Viktor’s face, focused on how the red lighting is stark against his heated expression. He watches the way his jaw drops when Jayce scoots his ass to the edge of the table—watches the way his lip is bitten between his teeth when Jayce pushes his knees apart, spreading his legs and exposing his cunt.
With his chest tightening from how pretty Viktor’s pussy is, he slides his hands beneath the hiked-up hem of the dress, grabbing onto the warm, soft skin underneath as he leans forward and presses the flat of his tongue against the heat of Viktor’s cunt.
Viktor gasps at the feeling, leaning back onto a hand as the other finds its way to the top of Jayce’s skull.
“Oh—”
Jayce groans, feeling Viktor’s small cock jump against his tongue. Instantly buzzed on the flavor that coats his tastebuds, he seals his mouth against Viktor’s cunt and begins to devour him, licking through the sweet, swollen folds and sucking the head of his cock between his lips. With a heaving chest, Viktor tightens his grip in Jayce’s hair and pulls him impossibly closer to himself, silently asking for more, more, more.
Viktor’s slick quickly coats Jayce’s chin, a beautiful mess being drawn between Viktor’s thighs as Jayce puts every effort into bringing Viktor pleasure—giving him exactly what he needs. He gently pulls Viktor’s thighs over his shoulders and brings his touch up to Viktor’s slit.
With a single, exploratory finger he slowly—carefully—presses into Viktor’s entrance, the heat of his core enveloping the digit up to the last knuckle. Viktor moans, his head falling back, and his face shining brilliantly in the direct, red light.
He gently slides it in and out of Viktor as he continues to lick and suckle at his cock, eventually pressing a second finger alongside the first. At this, Viktor’s body tightens slightly, flinching at the stretch of another intrusion.
“Easy, baby. I got you,” Jayce whispers directly into Viktor’s cunt, his eyes closing, all his attention being paid to the physical response of Viktor’s body as it’s wrapped around his fingers. Like a second language, Jayce reads through his pain, gently easing him enough to eventually add a third finger. When he does, Viktor doesn’t react with much more than a whine, his body beginning to understand that the reward of relaxing around Jayce’s fingers pays with nothing but pleasure.
When Jayce is three knuckles deep inside of Viktor, he opens his eyes and looks up at his face, catching the sight of Viktor starting to fall apart at the seams.
“You want to come on my tongue, Viktor?” Jayce mumbles, his lips curling slick and wet around the words.
Viktor bites down onto his bottom lip and frantically nods his head, his thighs trembling next to Jayce’s face. Putting more pressure into his thrusting fingers, Jayce angles his wrist down and flattens his tongue against Viktor’s cock.
“Oh, fuck—Jayce, I’m—“ He interrupts himself with a cry, his orgasm hitting him before he is able to finish his sentence. Jayce feels Viktor tighten around his fingers in pulses that match his own racing heartbeat, and his thighs close around his head. Viktor’s whole body shakes as he throws his head back and wails, Jayce praying that no one is out in the hall to hear it.
Jayce continues to lick against Viktor’s twitching cock, his fingers slowing down but pressing deep enough to work him through a full, intense orgasm. The smell of Viktor’s slick flooding his hand drives Jayce almost delirious, inhaling so deep that he feels his lungs burn.
He doesn’t stop until Viktor grips tightly into his hair and forces his mouth away from his cunt with a cry, aftershocks rippling through his stomach and legs.
Jayce retracts his fingers from his cunt gently and obeys with a chuckle, prying Viktor’s grip from his scalp and rising to meet the boy face-to-face again. He rubs a thumb through the mess of slick covering his chin, then locking eyes with Viktor, he gently presses the wet digit in between Viktor’s lips.
Viktor moans around his thumb, his tongue swiping along the pad of his finger to taste himself. Jayce watches, mesmerized, as Viktor sucks on his skin and presses an ankle into Jayce’s ass to pull him closer.
His cock—still confined within his pants—presses against the searing heat of Viktor’s wet cunt, pulling a sharp hiss from between Jayce’s teeth.
“Fuck, Viktor… Where have you been all my life?” he asks, his words slurred. Jayce’s tongue feels thick in his mouth, his mind blurred and pussy-drunk from how thoroughly he had just satisfied the virgin still tingling along his tastebuds. Viktor huffs a breathless laugh, speaking around the thumb in his mouth.
“Sitting in front of you in class, Jayce.”
Viktor grinds his hips harder, his cunt rubbing along his length and coaxing another heated sigh from Jayce’s lungs. Jayce pulls his thumb from between Viktor’s kiss-swollen lips, dragging saliva across his cheek and smearing it into his soft, warm skin. The lighting above them highlights the shine in a bright red, the glinting streak across his face painted with eroticism.
Jayce wishes he was into photography; the dark room they currently occupy should be overflowing with hundreds of photos as they develop. Slowly, each piece of the story reveals itself: The nape of a neck, red-bruised and saliva-wet. An ankle, wrapped in delicate, warm lace that has still yet to be discarded. A thigh, bitten and bruised with fingerprints of a cool undertone.
A cunt, flesh and heat and liquid gold, the source of light that warms Jayce’s face like he is basking in the sun.
Hands slowly drag up his chest, and Jayce realizes that he was so hypnotized by the sight of Viktor before him that he missed the boy having undone more than half of his shirt buttons. He glances down just as Viktor undoes the one closest to his neck, watching as his lithe fingertips slide underneath the elastic straps of his suspenders and drag them down his shoulders.
Jayce isn’t often undressed by his romantic partners—at least, not like this. Not slowly, reverently, as if he’s a gift to be unwrapped. Each inch of skin to be marveled, flowered and open in the red lamp-light above.
His heart thrums, Viktor making him feel like the largest man on the planet, yet small enough to be held within his palm. It’s a dizzying thought, the contrast enough to make his mouth fill with saliva as his pulse begins to work overtime in his ribcage.
“Talk to me, Jayce,” he hears Viktor whisper, a chill running down his spine as his shirt is pushed down his arms to expose his back. Jayce helps Viktor take it off the rest of the way, hearing the soft fabric flutter to the floor.
“You’re making me feel like the virgin here, Viktor.” Jayce can hear his own voice swing low enough to rumble in his chest.
Viktor smiles, his cute, crooked teeth gleaming in the sanguine lights.
“Oh, am I?”
“I like how you look at me. Touch me. Like no one’s ever done so before.”
Viktor hums, a single fingertip dragging down the center of his sternum between his pecs, dipping into his naval and making his stomach muscles flutter under the soft touch. Jayce’s breath hitches in his throat as that teasing finger hooks beneath the belt around his hips.
“Well, you are a beautiful man to be gazed upon, Jayce Talis. I’m not about to offer you my virginity with my eyes closed.”
Jayce groans when Viktor starts to undo his belt. Metal clinking sounds fill the air, ringing in Jayce’s ears.
“Offer your virginity? You make me sound like a gluttonous deity of some sort.”
Viktor smirks. “I suppose so. Let me know if my cunt feels like worship.”
A hand wraps around Jayce’s length and he gasps, his eyes snapping to the hot touch when Viktor pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock.
For a virgin, Viktor strokes his flesh like a whore. Jayce watches, hypnotized, as his small hand drags up and down his length, his thumb dragging circles around the tip, pleasure already tingling in the soles of Jayce’s feet. Jayce can practically feel Viktor’s heartbeat through his palm as he caresses along his cock.
“You’re so hard, Jayce…” Viktor states, breathlessly, before switching gears so quickly that Jayce’s jaw clenches. “Fuck me, please.”
Jayce nods, too enamored to deny him, then wraps his fingers around Viktor’s. Together, they hold the base of his cock and press the tip to Viktor’s cunt. He looks back up to Viktor’s face, a sober twinge of worry crossing his mind.
“This might hurt, but I’ll go slow.”
Viktor shakes his head, wrapping his hand around Jayce’s neck, eyes locked onto the place where they are about to be connected.
“I don’t care. I’m sad I won’t be able to see the blood in these lights.”
Heat flushes through Jayce’s whole body so fast that he nearly blacks out, Viktor’s words enough to make him press his hips forward—sheathing his entire cock inside of Viktor’s cunt in one smooth motion.
A loud, piercing gasp fills the room, Viktor’s nails clawing into Jayce’s nape so hard that he can feel the skin slice beneath his sharpened grip.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” Jayce pants, his hands vibrating where they grasp onto Viktor’s hips. “Oh my God, Viktor—“
It’s hard for Jayce to think, his mind blanking with everything except for tight, hot, soft, wet. Viktor’s cunt does start to feel like worship, Jayce ready to crack the altar in half beneath the weight of pleasure that overtakes him.
Viktor’s legs are trembling where they wrap around Jayce’s lower back, and it’s just enough of a distraction away from the heat wrapped around his cock for him to regain his bearings and focus. He pets a palm up and down Viktor’s thigh, leaning forward to press their lips together. He kisses Viktor slowly—his hips held still—letting him absorb the shock and pain of being filled for the first time in his life. Jayce has to clench his hands at the thought.
“I’m sorry, fuck, I’m sorry—“ Jayce rambles into Viktor’s lips. “I don’t know what came over me, holy fuck, I’m sorry—Viktor,” his stomach twists, feeling terrible that he just went back on his words from literal seconds ago about going slow.
Viktor shakes his head, breaking the kiss to pull Jayce in closer so that his lips and teeth can start to mark up the skin of his neck while he waits for the pain to recede. Jayce chokes out a high-pitched whine, holding himself motionless within the walls of Viktor’s cunt slowly becoming unbearable.
“It’s okay, I promise…” Viktor starts, “It… feels good, I just need a moment.”
Jayce groans when Viktor’s cunt flutters around his cock, his body slowly relaxing to the shape he carves out inside of him. It takes every ounce of willpower he has not to fuck Viktor through the table right now, his cock throbbing from how good it feels buried in his tight heat.
“Okay.” A hand slides down Jayce’s back, resting at the top of his ass. Every nerve under his skin feels like it’s on fire right now.
“Move, please.”
Jayce inhales sharply, carefully pulling out of Viktor by a few inches before pressing back in, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Viktor is wetter now than he was when Jayce first slid inside. The thought of what coats his cock almost too much to fathom.
Yeah, I think he’s bleeding. Jayce thinks, biting his tongue so hard that he swears he can taste the iron.
But Viktor doesn’t tell him to stop, only encourages him to move with the press of his hand on Jayce’s lower back. Jayce works up a rhythm, slowly pumping his cock in and out of Viktor until Viktor’s pain-filled whines are traded for pleasured, beautiful moans.
Jayce watches Viktor’s face as it draws up in radiant ecstasy, his eyelids fluttering as he gazes upon Jayce’s cock moving in and out of his body. His jaw is dropped open—his tongue slick, twitching and pink—allowing all sorts of dirty sounds to escape, to Jayce’s absolute pleasure.
Jayce absorbs it all, letting Viktor’s growing, carnal energy direct his own until he’s moving at a fast pace, fucking into Viktor so hard that the muscles of his thighs start to burn. He adjusts, lifting his hips to drill down into Viktor, angling so deep that Viktor chokes on a gasp.
“Yes, just like that!” Viktor throws his head back, allowing Jayce to lean in and bite at the column of his throat. Jayce pants into his sweetened skin, feeling the boy’s quickened pulse beneath his tongue and sweat building at his nape where Viktor’s other hand is fixed to hold himself up.
When Viktor’s arm starts to shake, Jayce slows down, pulls himself out of Viktor and takes a step back.
“Turn around,” he orders, and Viktor catches his breath for a moment before he obeys. His legs tremble as his feet hit the floor, his panties still wrapped around one of his ankles.
Jayce helps him turn with a hand on his waist, quickly sliding up the back of his dress to hike it up, exposing his cute ass and glistening cunt when he bends over the table.
“Fuck.” Jayce can’t stop the curse from leaving his lips, lining himself up and easing back into the overwhelming embrace of Viktor’s body.
Viktor moans loud, his cheek pressed into the wooden tabletop as he twists his neck to look back at Jayce. Viktor shifts his hips, pressing back to pull Jayce in as deep as he can, insatiable to have this feeling seared inside his mind forever.
Viktor will remember this. Jayce knows that. He hopes, deep down—no matter what happens between the two of them—that Viktor will think of how his cock feels being swollen and throbbing inside of him if he is to ever have another.
Jayce gasps, the head of his cock hitting so deep that he thinks he can feel the boy’s cervix kissing the tip.
“You have no fucking idea how good you feel, Viktor.” He states breathlessly, gripping onto Viktor’s hips to slowly slide him back and forth on his cock.
“You feel—ah—so fucking deep... Your cock is so good,” Viktor mumbles, his words slurring. “So good, Jayce… harder, please—“
Jayce locks eyes with Viktor over his shoulder, gripping his waist tight enough to bruise before slamming his hips against Viktor’s ass, his cock burying to the hilt with each powerful thrust.
Viktor’s eyes finally fall closed as he wails, his hands reaching back to where Jayce’s fingers dig into his skin. Jayce grunts, quickly folding Viktor’s arms behind his back and using the grip on his wrists as leverage to fuck him harder.
“Fuck! Just like that, oh, Jayce, don’t stop!”
Jayce wouldn’t stop if the world outside was ending. Nothing can pull him from this moment—from the hot cunt he’s digging himself a home inside of—obscene and wet noises hollowing out his head as his spine flares with heat.
“That’s it baby, you getting close?” Jayce asks, leaning forward to press his lips against the side of Viktor’s face, speaking directly into his cheek.
“Show me how you come on a cock, Viktor. God, I just know you’re so pretty, unraveling from being fucked for the first time ever.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Viktor cries, then gasps, his whole body starting to convulse. “Jayce, I—oh shit, I’m—“
Jayce smiles into his cheek, then pulls back in order to watch properly. His abdomen flares, on the verge of his own release, but he would rather die than come first and miss this.
“Good boy, just like that. You can do it baby, I believe in you—“ Jayce taps on his ass twice, encouraging Viktor across the line.
And Viktor shatters, his cunt clenching so tight that it pulls a mirrored gasp from Jayce’s lungs. His hands flex, Jayce’s fingers still tightly wrapped around his wrists, and his body goes rigid. The room goes quiet, Viktor’s voice taken from him as Jayce fucks him through his orgasm, only the sound of skin slapping against skin to be heard.
Jayce feels the wire in his gut pull tight from the sight alone, his cock throbbing and his spine burning.
“Vik—fuck, Viktor, where should—“
Viktor’s eyes snap open, locking with Jayce’s.
“Come on my ass, Jayce—please.”
Jayce rips himself out of Viktor at the last possible second, his restraint finally snapping. Heat floods his system as his orgasm drops through his core like a bomb, pleasure and come shooting out of his cock and painting stripes across the soft skin of Viktor’s ass. Jayce watches as Viktor tries to crane his neck to see, wrangling his hands back from Jayce in order to hold his dress up.
“Fuck,” Jayce pants. His legs shake as he ruts against Viktor’s ass through the remainder of his orgasm. When he feels like every ounce of energy is drained from his body, he falls forward, catching himself with his hands on the table next to Viktor’s shoulders.
Heavy breathing fills the space around them. The air calms, cooling back down to a normal temperature. Jayce opens his eyes, not realizing they had shut, looking down at the boy below him.
Viktor’s body twitches in aftershocks, his fingers clenching around the fabric bundled at his waist. Jayce leans forward to kiss the nape of his neck, softly breathing into his skin.
“Wait here, baby. I’ll find something to clean you up.”
Viktor opens his eyes then, but shakes his head. Jayce’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“No,” Viktor says when he sees the look on Jayce’s face. “I don’t want to clean up.”
Moving suddenly, Jayce pushes himself away from Viktor as he watches the boy bend down to pull his panties up his legs. His cock twitches as he witnesses him fix his dress, pulling the fabric back down over his come-stained ass. He glances over his shoulder at Jayce with a devilish smirk, and Jayce bites the skin of his knuckles to stop the whine from leaving his lips.
Okay, two can play at that game.
Jayce tucks his cock back into his pants, sure that he himself is a mess of blood and slick that he knows is going to be a shock later.
But that’s future Jayce’s problem.
Viktor turns around then, reaching a hand out towards Jayce. The sight is frankly, adorable, and Jayce can only step forward into his bubble again at the beckon. Viktor’s hand slides against his jaw, cupping the side of his face. Jayce doesn’t stop moving until his lips are pressed sweetly against Viktor’s.
“Welcome to the cherry picker’s club, Jayce.” Viktor chuckles against his lips. Jayce shakes his head but smiles, kissing Viktor deeper, sliding a hand around his waist to pull him in tight.
“Do I get a welcome basket?” Jayce chides, licking into Viktor’s mouth and earning a full-bodied laugh from the other boy. He smiles in return, his heart fluttering at the sound.
“I think so. It’s filled with bragging rights.”
Jayce laughs then, kissing Viktor hard, too enamored to stop.
“Best initiation, ever.”