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It’s been a year since founding Hextech with Viktor, and Jayce hasn’t quite mastered the art of avoiding burnout yet.
He found juggling his responsibilities as a student, even in university, pretty easy. Summers working both his family business and multiple engineering internships were a breeze. He was always looking for more extracurriculars, always finding ways to fit more into his schedule. All so that he’d get recognized by a great patron, of course.
And once he did, and he was studying independently under the financial freedom of the Kiramman house, life got even easier. Every day was characterized by exactly what he wanted to do. He’d fall into obsessive rabbit holes sometimes and come out with little progress, but he wasn’t really accountable to anyone but himself.
Then, there was the explosion.
And the expulsion.
And the suicide attempt—and Viktor.
And now, there’s Hextech.
When Jayce decided to change the world with magic as a kid, he didn’t anticipate all the administrative tasks. He and Viktor have employees. And investor meetings. And an accountant who got mad at them last week for expensing personal take-out on their company ledger. Which was an accident.
Jayce doesn’t have time for all of it. He’s stressed.
Today at least, they’re doing something he enjoys. Hextech has a panel at the yearly Piltover hard sciences convention, and Jayce and Viktor are ready to present the first iteration of the Hexgates. They’re backstage in the auditorium, prepping for the panel which starts in half an hour.
Viktor decidedly doesn’t enjoy this kind of thing, but Jayce is grateful he’s here anyway. They’ve got their shared speech prepared, and from the practice runs they did this week Jayce now knows that Viktor has even better comedic timing performatively than he does when they’re hanging out in the lab.
He learns new things about Viktor all the time actually, even after working so closely together this past year, and it’s all…so interesting. Viktor’s probably the only person Jayce trusts anymore. He’s certainly the smartest person Jayce knows.
And he’s easy on the eyes. Devastatingly stunning, to be clear. Today, he’s wearing a tan sport coat over a dress shirt in house-Talis-red, and even though Jayce knows they didn’t plan on matching, they just sort of do anyway. Which Jayce finds he really, really likes.
Maybe if Jayce wasn’t so stressed, he could consider exploring that line of thought. As it stands, he’s just grateful to have Viktor as his partner.
“They’re teleportation devices, right?” their assigned event manager asks. He has too much gel in his hair, is even younger than Jayce (he’s barely getting used to not being the freshest face in the room), and is clearly trying to make a name for himself.
“Basically,” Jayce says. “We call them the Hexgates.”
“Great, great,” the guy says. “We have an incredible idea for your entrance.” He also uses we a lot, when Jayce is pretty sure he’s just talking about himself.
“Our entrance?” Viktor asks. Jayce is glad he sounds incredulous. They didn’t plan on anything fancier than giving a speech and answering questions.
“We have this box trick left over from the practical magic convention last weekend. You’re revealed on one side, and then you teleport to the other. But obviously, you’re just walking and the audience doesn’t notice. Because of the misdirection.”
“Uh-huh,” Jayce says. He kind of just wanted to run the cue cards three more times with Viktor, not practice a magic trick.
“I know what you’re thinking. But the crowds love it. Let me show you, it’s easy.”
“Okay,” Jayce says, and shrugs at Viktor, who rolls his eyes. “Sounds uh, fun. So, there are two boxes?”
“Right. Exactly.” The guy leads them onto the stage. The two boxes are tall, purple-painted monstrosities each the width of a shower stall, and they stand on either end of the stage. He points a remote at the box closer to them, and hidden pneumatic doors slide open. “You’ll be in here. Then, we’ll open the doors, and you’ll introduce yourselves and say something about your teleportation devices—"
“The Hexgates,” Jayce says.
“Right. And then we’ll close the doors, open the backside of the box, you’ll walk behind the curtains, get in the other box, and then we’ll open the door to reveal you in that one. And then you can give your speech.”
“Seems like a pretty amateur illusion,” Viktor says, grimacing and looking between the sides of the stage. “How fast do we need to get to the other box?”
“Not fast at all. We’ll have your teleportation, uh, Hexgates slideshow playing on the projector, and the music will be super loud, and the emcee is pretty distracting too.”
“So, we introduce ourselves on the reveal, I say something like we’ll be back in a moment to show you the future of transportation, and then we walk across the stage behind the curtain?” Jayce asks.
“Exactly. See, you’re a natural.”
Viktor looks less impressed. Jayce is never going to be able to convince him to do anything like this again.
“I can run point on this, Vik, and bring you on stage after,” he offers.
“No,” Viktor says. “I will participate in the box trick.”
Jayce looks closer at the box and runs his hand over where the doors separate. It’s hard to tell where the doors even go when they slide open, surprisingly high-tech for practical magic.
“Alright, we’ve gotta go get the doors open and check the exits,” the guy says, before Jayce can inspect the box further. “Can you guys wait in the box?”
Jayce steps back and eyes the event manager.
“Sorry,” he says. “You want us to…wait in the box?”
“Well, yeah. We don’t want to spoil the illusion.” He checks his watch. “You’ll be in there for like fifteen minutes. Twenty tops. Shit, gotta go. Can you—"
“Fine, um.” Jayce supposes they can run their notes in the box. He pulls them out of his own tan sport jacket pocket and then walks into the box, turns to face the front. Inside, it’s much smaller than a shower stall, and even more so when Viktor shuffles in and stands in front of him.
There are just a few inches between them like this. But it’ll only be twenty minutes. So Jayce isn’t too worried about the tight fit.
The pneumatic doors shut behind them without further word from their event manager. It’s immediately darker, but since the top of the box is open, there’s enough secondhand stage light that Jayce can make out his notes.
“Yes, we wouldn’t want to spoil the illusion,” Viktor says, under his breath. He rests his cane on one wall and leans on the other.
Jayce laughs. Viktor’s always on the same page as him, it seems. “Do you think he’s the one who convinced them to buy this box trick thing and now he’s trying to get a return on his investment?”
“That must be it,” Viktor says. “Because this is…far-fetched.”
“At least it’s kind of calm for a minute. Want to run our speech?”
Viktor tilts his eyes up to Jayce. “Not particularly. I think we’ve hit diminishing returns on practicing. It’s an excellent speech, Jayce.”
Jayce drums his fingers on the side of the box, and then shoves the cards back into his pocket.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“Are you stressed about it?” Viktor asks.
“I’m stressed about everything,” Jayce says. Which he hasn’t said out loud to Viktor before, but something about being so close physically and trapped in such an odd situation together makes him feel even more honest than usual. “Aren’t you?”
Viktor makes a noncommittal sound, but he looks Jayce over more curiously than he’d expect. Maybe Viktor’s handful of years on him and experience with administrative headaches as Heimerdinger’s assistant have him taking this start-up company thing in stride better than Jayce.
“We’re busy,” Viktor says, like he’s considered his words carefully. “But I prefer this to filing papers and grading essays and sitting in on disciplinary hearings. In some ways, I’ve never been less stressed.”
Jayce looks up at the open ceiling to keep Viktor from seeing his face flush. He’s not going to say it out loud, but it hadn’t occurred to him that Viktor is doing exactly what he wants to do, with all the resources to do it, for the first time in his career. Jayce finds he puts his foot in his mouth about their different lived experiences often actually, but he’s trying to get better the more he gets to know Viktor.
“Yeah, good point,” Jayce says. “I’m just too in my head about it, I guess. Probably, I should start going to the gym again.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
Jayce looks back down at Viktor, who is still looking at him. Their forced proximity, and Viktor’s golden eyes on him, are becoming more apparent as the seconds pass. It’s also warming up in the box, probably due to the stage lights, and Jayce takes a self-conscious step back against the wall to no avail.
“Getting kind of warm in here,” Jayce says out loud.
“I feel fine. You’re not claustrophobic, are you?”
“No,” Jayce says. He casually lifts his arms, and finds that if he wanted to, he couldn’t even get them halfway up without hitting the wall on either side. “Nothing like that.”
“You know,” Viktor says. “I think I watched a porno like this once.”
Jayce huffs a laugh, trying not to sound as awkward—and stressed—as he feels. Viktor jokes about sex pretty often, or at least way more than Jayce. Maybe it’s a Zaun thing, or maybe it’s because Jayce is admittedly kind of sexually repressed. At least, he’s a lot better at participating in sex than he is talking or thinking about it. A psych major boyfriend in university once said it was because he was raised by a single mom which, sure. Okay. Whatever. Jayce hasn’t given it much thought. He doesn’t have time to think about all of that right now, he means. And it’s not like his ex had anything to complain about, either.
So…Viktor doesn’t mean anything by it, is what Jayce is saying. He’s just like that. And normally Jayce would find it funnier except that they really are too close for comfort and the last thing he needs to do is pop a boner over the thought of being stuck in a box with Viktor.
“How long has it been?” Jayce asks. He checks his wristwatch, but he doesn’t remember when they got in the box.
“Maybe five minutes.”
Jayce is feeling mildly distressed about that estimate, but he’s trying to keep it under wraps. He’s the one who agreed to their current scenario, so he deserves it.
“When we get back to the lab, could you explain your schematic for the eh, atlas gauntlets again?” Viktor asks, after a few beats of silence. “I keep running the fit of the piston housings over in my head, and I think you’ve miscalculated the amount of friction that will be caused by practical use.”
“Sure,” Jayce says, feeling his body lighten up at the prospect of talking about their work instead of stewing over their situation. “Actually, I have them near memorized. I can explain now and we can look over them later, too.”
“Go ahead,” Viktor says.
Jayce leaps into it, and it leads to a conversation about the practical use cases of Viktor’s hexclaw, which leads to them changing a few notes for clarity for their speech, and then, suddenly, the stage lights dim.
“Is it…” Jayce checks his watch, and now he knows it’s been at least twenty minutes. Maybe more. “Is it about to start? I can’t hear anything.”
Viktor looks up at the open ceiling, and his expression is a lot less assured than it was when he was telling Jayce five minutes.
“I can’t hear anything either,” Viktor says. “In fact, I haven’t heard anything since we got in here. Shouldn’t the auditorium be full?”
“Hey!” Jayce yells. He forgot the event manager’s name, or maybe he never got it, so he continues, “Are you still out there?”
There is only silence around them.
Jayce bangs on the sides of the box and yells again, and in the aftermath it’s abundantly clear there is no one else in the auditorium. Sweat prickles at his nape and he wonders if maybe, on top of everything else wrong with him, he is claustrophobic.
“Maybe it was cancelled? Or pushed back? Or relocated?” Jayce checks his watch again, and then reaches over Viktor to touch the wall they entered through. He slides his hand over the barely perceptible divot where the doors should open. “Shit. We should have asked where the failsafe is.”
“They should have offered that information,” Viktor says.
“It’s gotta be here, just—let me—"
It’s even more cramped when they both start looking for the switch, or sensor, or button that surely must be in the box. Jayce runs his hands over every part of the wall he can reach without crushing Viktor, and Viktor stabs his cane at the floor, the corners, the bottom edges of the box.
“You have to be kidding me.” Jayce’s heart starts to beat faster and, even with the dimmed stage lights, he starts to feel too warm again. “Nothing? This is a convention for engineers and their box trick doesn’t have a failsafe?”
“They bought it for the practical magic convention,” Viktor reminds him.
“Why are there enough practical magicians in Piltover to necessitate a convention?” Jayce throws his arms up. “We do real magic!”
“Not that it does us any good here.”
“I’m going to kill that guy.”
“What do you imagine the odds are he uses the royal We when he’s apologizing profusely for locking us in a box?”
They stop. And breathe. And then Viktor laughs, so Jayce laughs. Deliriously, but genuinely. Because what else can they do. Jayce is certainly glad he’s in this situation with Viktor over literally anyone else he knows.
“I’m going to break the box,” Jayce says, when they’re done. Viktor doesn’t give him a reason not to, and he shuffles to press against the right wall so Jayce has as much meager room as possible.
Jayce braces his forearms on either side, raises his knee, and kicks the wall with the flat of his foot.
Nothing happens.
He grits his teeth and suppresses a primal sound of frustration that builds in his chest, and kicks it again, and a third time, and it’s…useless. Not only can he not get ideal leverage with such little space, the material the box is made out of is apparently way stronger than it looks, and the box is bolted to the floor, not free-standing like Jayce assumed.
“Fuck!” Jayce is annoyed that he can’t brute force out of the box, and not being able to do it in front of Viktor is producing the same kind of feeling Jayce had once when he couldn’t open the pickle jar in front of his crush in middle school.
He slumps back against the wall and Viktor squeezes back across to face him. It’s the only position that maximizes their space, even though Jayce is still intimately aware of the mere inch or two that separates their bodies from being pressed up against each other.
“Surely it got pushed to the next timeslot,” Viktor offers, cutting the tension of Jayce’s outburst. “They’ll be back soon.”
“This is insane,” Jayce says. He wipes his brow, a little sweaty all over now from the exertion and the lights. And the stress. “Viktor, we’re stuck in a box.”
“Yes, well,” Viktor says, and hems and haws for a beat or two, like he’s not sure he should continue. “…Now it really is like that porno.”
This time, Jayce laughs earnestly. He rests his head back on the box and rolls his eyes toward the open ceiling, like it might have a final answer to his problem.
And when it doesn’t—he gives up.
Maybe the universe is telling Jayce to loosen up. He’ll try, at least.
“Stuck in a box, huh?” Jayce asks. “That’s what you’re into?”
Because they’re just friends and colleagues. It would probably be weird to not participate in some reciprocation of Viktor’s sex jokes. Even if Viktor’s golden eyes are doing this twinkling thing under the soft stage lighting, and his appreciative smile makes Jayce’s stomach turn over.
“Not necessarily,” Viktor says. “Just that there’s a lot of forced proximity materials out there. It’s an easy plot device, I suppose.”
Jayce wonders just how much porn Viktor watches. When Jayce actually makes time to jerk off, it’s usually a quick and breathless thing, done to the memories in his head and over soon enough so that he doesn’t dwell too hard on those memories.
Memories often of Viktor nowadays, he’ll admit. He’s the one Jayce spends all his time with now, after all. And Viktor is like the opposite of him, clearly: comfortable with sex and relaxed about work and…
“When do you think they’ll come for us?” Jayce asks, instead of continuing to talk about porn while stuck in the box.
“Could be any time our event manager remembers he left us in here,” Viktor says. “But I’d hazard a guess based on the lighting change that they won’t be back until the next panel, which was scheduled for an hour after ours.” He’s favoring his stronger leg, and leaning heavier against the wall, now.
“How’s your leg?”
Viktor tilts his head. “Fine. Though I’d prefer to be sitting.”
Jayce looks at the floor, at the sparse space between them, and grimaces. “I guess that might be difficult.” Then, in a quick stroke of mental math that goes faster than his common sense, he says, “I can probably sit down in here and then you could—" The sense catches up, and Jayce continues, “Um. Sit in my lap.”
It’s almost too much that Viktor is looking up at him under his eyelashes, with those golden eyes, when he takes a comedic beat and says, “You want me to…sit in your lap, Jayce?”
Jayce rubs the side of his neck. “I mean. If we have another hour in here. And your leg—"
“Alright,” Viktor says. Easy as that.
Jayce shuts up and doesn’t question it further. Even though he’s chubbed up like five times in Viktor’s proximity. But since Viktor is so chill about sex, he probably won’t be offended. Maybe he’ll be flattered. Fuck, Jayce doesn’t know. His nape beads with fresh sweat and he scrubs it off with the back of his hand and then grabs Viktor’s shoulders so they can shuffle around and have their backs to the side walls that won’t suddenly slide open.
Then, he lowers into a squat position. It’s awkward at first, until he’s got his calves flush on one side and his back flush to the other. It’s actually more comfortable than he expected, and once he’s got his butt on the floor, Viktor gingerly steps over him and lowers to his knees.
“Ah, I guess that’s not right, either,” Jayce says, because Viktor probably doesn’t want to have pressure on his knees for an hour. Viktor doesn’t stop, though. He uses the sides of the box and his arms for leverage, lifts himself up enough to fold his knees, press his feet to the floor, and lower down to sit on Jayce’s lap.
Which, yeah, that’s exactly what Jayce suggested in theory. But in practice, it’s even clearer that now Viktor’s sitting directly on his crotch.
Jayce thinks Viktor might crack another sex joke about being stuck in the box, or whatever, but instead Viktor is steadfastly looking to the side, so Jayce looks down at his chest and hopes they can get past how awkward this is. It’s not like they could have kept standing for an hour, or potentially longer. This was the only recourse. He’s pretty sure, at least.
“Hopefully there wasn’t an emergency of some sort,” Viktor says, then. He’s quiet and more serious than he was before when speculating, so Jayce realizes that maybe Viktor’s trepidation with their situation has more to do with the greater stuck in a box issue and not the side issue of Jayce’s dick being underneath his ass.
“Hopefully,” Jayce echoes. “But we both talked to that guy. You know what he’s like. I’m not surprised he forgot us in here.”
“Yes,” Viktor says and nods, almost curtly.
“Are you nervous?” Jayce asks. To be honest, Viktor was surprisingly calm until they switched to this sitting position. Now, he’s noticing that Viktor’s pale skin is flushed at the pressure points and he isn’t meeting Jayce’s eyes anymore. It could be just a function of how much closer they are, and that eye contact is decidedly different when they’re directly across from each other instead of looking down (or up, in Viktor’s case). “I can keep yelling for help, if you prefer. We don’t have to take this lying down, or wait patiently—"
“No, I don’t think that will help,” Viktor says.
He has become near impossible to parse. As if Jayce didn’t need something else to stress over.
“I’m sorry,” Jayce says. Because maybe Viktor’s pissed at him. “I’m the one who agreed to get in here. It’s so stupid.”
Viktor takes a slow breath and turns to face Jayce for the first time since they sat down. Then he offers Jayce a smile.
“It’s not your fault, Jayce,” he says.
He is even more strikingly gorgeous this close, in Jayce’s lap. Jayce has been harboring his crush on Viktor for some time, but it was easy to push to the back of his mind when confronted with everything else demanding his attention. Now, there is nothing to compete with Viktor. And it’s so overwhelming, Jayce sort of can’t believe he was able to repress it all this time.
With Viktor’s body heat against his, Jayce is having an even worse time controlling his temperature under the lights, in the box, in all these constricting, matching clothes. He’s sweating through his dress shirt under his sport coat.
He’d be more embarrassed about that if he wasn’t also firming up in his boxers. Not just a mild stirring interest like before, but he’s getting fully fucking hard for the prospect of Viktor. And there’s literally nothing he can do about it with Viktor in his lap.
“Yeah,” Jayce says. Because Viktor said something, and then kept looking at him, and Jayce cannot believe how untenable this situation is. In terms of Zaunite sex jokes, he’ll never live down getting an erection while they were stuck in the box together. But it feels worse to say nothing about it, so he continues, “Um. Sorry.”
“I just said I don’t blame you for us getting stuck in here,” Viktor says.
“Uh,” Jayce says. Because is Viktor really going to make him clarify? Or maybe he doesn’t notice, but—
“Or are you apologizing for getting hard?”
Jayce makes an affirmative sound and tries to push his head back further against the wall, but obviously goes nowhere. So, he just repeats, “Yeah. Sorry—"
His meek apology is barely out of his mouth before Viktor bridges the minuscule gap between them and presses his mouth to Jayce’s.
Viktor waits for reciprocation, and his lips move slowly when Jayce releases a surprised huff of air and returns the kiss. It’s far more tentative than Jayce always fantasized about.
But Viktor’s kissing him. He’s not complaining.
Then, too soon, Viktor pulls away to study him, and he asks, “Is this something you’ve wanted?”
“I have,” Jayce admits, trying to choose his words carefully under scrutiny. It’s not like he can escape this conversation if it goes poorly. “I just didn’t want to…we were, uh, I was so stressed. And I didn’t know you, um. The last thing I wanted was to jeopardize us.”
“When was the last time you did something like this?”
“Well. I’ve never been stuck in a box. But if you mean like, hooking up. Not since before Hextech.”
Fuck. Well, that sounds supremely embarrassing to admit out loud. But Jayce hasn’t made a habit of lying to Viktor yet, so he’s not starting now.
“…Has it ever occurred to you that you might be pent-up, Jayce?”
Viktor’s regaining his confidence under Jayce’s gaze, and Jayce likes that Viktor’s picking at his insecurities, like he’s really seeing him. Viktor’s the only person who has seen Jayce go from the worst night of his life to this impossible, surely unsustainable upward trajectory. Jayce wants him to know everything about him. He wants to know everything about Viktor.
Jayce also can’t take his eyes off Viktor’s plush lips that were on his. Viktor kissed him—to reiterate—and now that it’s an option on the table Jayce sort of doesn’t care about the speech, or their accountant, or the fact that they’re stuck in a box. His synapses are entirely realigned in a way that feels like getting a full breath of air for the first time in a year, like he’s finally admitting that this is what he’s wanted, that Viktor is the reason for everything that Jayce has endured since the explosion.
Pent-up is an understatement, really.
Jayce cups Viktor’s face with both hands and rubs the pad of a thumb over the mole he’s been pretending not to be obsessed with for the past year. And when Viktor keeps his eyes on him, leans into the touch, and looks like he’s finally taken a full breath of his own—Jayce dives in recklessly.
He kisses Viktor again, and this time Viktor isn’t tentative at all. His mouth parts for Jayce, and his tongue is on Jayce’s teeth, and his hands are mussing up Jayce’s hair. Jayce knows he’s truly gone because the idea of being disheveled if they end up doing the speech in an hour anyway doesn’t even register as a problem. Not worth stressing over, at least. Not with Viktor’s jaw eager to move under his hands, and the way his mouth tastes even better than Jayce fantasized about, and the way he’s pushing his hips down against Jayce’s already.
Jayce slides his hands down to Viktor’s neck and breaks the kiss to watch himself thumb at the visible moles there, too. He knows there are more just under Viktor’s shirt collar, but he’s also lucid enough to know they shouldn’t get too undressed. Even though he’d like to rip Viktor’s dress shirt open and touch every mole, even the ones he hasn’t had the privilege of seeing yet.
He must stare too long, because Viktor pushes against his hold on his neck and tucks into the crook of Jayce’s neck when he releases him. He kisses behind Jayce’s ear, and worries his skin with his teeth, but mostly he just breathes and nuzzles against him. Like an affectionate cat, or something. It’s potentially the most amazing thing that has ever happened to Jayce, that Viktor would be on him like this, and he has to bite his tongue to keep from saying something about it and potentially ruining the moment.
Then, Viktor pulls back. His pupils are fat and fixed on Jayce when he says, “You smell incredible, Jayce. It was difficult not to jump you earlier.”
“Yeah?” Jayce kind of laughs and tries not to sound too incredulous. He’s not wearing cologne or anything, he’s just been stress-sweating through his deodorant ever since they got in here. “Why—uh. Why didn’t you?”
“Because I didn’t know we were going to get stuck. Or that you’d invite me to sit on your lap.”
“I mean, why didn’t you ever—like, before.” Jayce knows it’s a two-way street, but it’s hard not to ask considering he’s been stressed and repressed and Viktor apparently hasn’t. “You seem pretty confident about this kind of stuff.”
“I suppose I didn’t want to jeopardize this either, as you put it.” Viktor smooths his hands down the front of Jayce’s dress shirt, and then hooks a thumb under the knot of his tie, tugs at it. “Maybe we could discuss this more thoroughly…after.”
“After,” Jayce echoes, and grabs Viktor’s wrist before he can pull his tie off. “So, you really want to fuck…in the box?” He’s not actually asking though, but more stalling. Obviously Viktor wants to fuck in the box, and apparently he doesn’t care as much as Jayce does about losing clothes in the process.
But like, logistically, Jayce isn’t sure what the best way they can fuck in the box is.
Because yeah, if their clothes were already off, they’d be good to go, if cramped. But there’s barely enough room for Jayce to get his dick out, let alone get Viktor’s pants off. Jayce is sitting with his knees bent against one wall, his back straight up against the other, and Viktor is folded on his lap like a fucking accordion, basically.
And maybe there’s an emotional barrier, too. Maybe Jayce, sentimentally, thinks he should fuck Viktor for the first time somewhere nice like a bed or the clawfoot tub in Jayce’s apartment or at least a place they can get all their clothes off, first.
But Viktor folds forward into his neck again, and breathes in—smelling him, now Jayce knows—and asks in the lowest timbre of his accent Jayce has ever heard, “Why not?”
Jayce doesn’t have a real answer, faced with that voice. It’ll be spatially challenging and maybe not romantic in the technical sense, but it’s the situation they’ve found themselves in. What better way for Jayce to prove he’s not a hopeless fucking stress ball and can roll with Viktor’s punches than this?
He rolls his neck back to give Viktor better access, and Viktor bites his neck harder and gets his grabby fingers around Jayce’s tie to get it off for good. Viktor gets at least a couple buttons on Jayce’s dress shirt undone too, based on the cool relief from the air settling on his damp skin, and he’s kind of glad for it. It’s even warmer in the box now that they’re on top of each other and there’s all that…friction.
“Come here,” Jayce says, and grabs Viktor’s face again so he can pull him off his neck, into another kiss. It’s more frantic this time, now that they’ve both committed, and Viktor’s been pretty quiet but now little, insistent sounds are building in his throat with every brush of their lips. Viktor grinds himself down in Jayce’s lap, almost feverishly, like he’s trying to find the right angle to rub his cock off on. And, for Jayce at least, all his clumsy efforts feel good, compressed along the hard line of his cock trapped in his trousers between them. If they weren’t on a tight timeframe, maybe their first time would be like this, humping through their clothes, edging themselves, making it last almost too long.
It sort of seems like Viktor might be pent-up too, and Jayce is dying to ask him about it, but Viktor already said after in that voice, and he’s been shamelessly grinding against Jayce’s lap for long enough that it might come out as patronizing, actually. Of course Viktor is pent-up. If not for as long as Jayce, fine, but he wants this as badly, wants Jayce as badly as Jayce wants Viktor, and that feels so revelatory Jayce breaks the kiss and shoves his hands between them.
It’s as awkward as he expected trying to get his dick out. Viktor lifts his butt off him, but he doesn’t have great leverage, and Jayce can’t both hold him up and undo his trousers at the same time so they’re stuck fumbling in the box until, with a twinned sigh of relief, Jayce frees his cock from his slit in his boxers and Viktor rests his body weight back down. Jayce’s dick gets snugly trapped between his stomach and what is essentially Viktor’s clothed crotch.
“Okay,” Jayce says. Like he’s psyching them up for the speech they’re no longer giving. Because, if he’s being honest, if he doesn’t keep his foot on the gas he’s going to get in his head about Viktor seeing his dick for the first time while they’re in a box. “Now you. If I lift you up, you should be able to pull your pants down enough.” Enough for Jayce to get his dick inside him, but that part goes unspoken.
Viktor hesitates, which is new, and Jayce is about to backtrack when Viktor nods and undoes the clasp on his trousers. Jayce looks him over, cautiously, and then grabs his waist.
His hands just about close around it, and the edges of his index fingers get comfortably stuck on Viktor’s ribs. It actually makes him dizzy for a second, and Jayce realizes just how much more miserable of a fit it’d be in the box with anyone but his partner. Jayce is taking up easily three quarters of the space, and Viktor is fitting in where he can.
And now, Jayce is going to take up even more of Viktor’s space by getting inside him.
“Ready?” Jayce asks. His voice is serrated.
“Ready,” Viktor echoes, voice still betraying that hesitation. Which, yeah. They’re trying to get his pants off when he’s been essentially folded up to fit in Jayce’s lap for the last twenty minutes. It might not be that easy.
Jayce takes a breath, steadies his grip on Viktor’s waist, and lifts him. As soon as he does, Viktor pushes his trousers down his hips and thighs until they get caught on the hinge of his knees—and the barrier of Jayce’s chest—and Jayce sets him back down.
He wants to comment on how much easier it was than he thought it’d be, but instead the visceral slide of Viktor’s cunt along the length of Jayce’s cock entirely erases Jayce’s verbal intelligence. He looks down, because he can’t not, and the head of his cock is pushed up against Viktor’s swollen clit. And everything is hot, slick, soaking wet. He’s pretty sure the only reason his cock didn’t get stuck on the rim of Viktor’s cunt, that he didn’t drop Viktor on his cock when he set him down, was sheer luck—or maybe lack thereof.
For the first time, their forced proximity feels like a positive development to fucking. Jayce wouldn’t normally get the chance to see this, since Viktor wouldn’t normally be folded in half in his lap. It’s sort of perverse, the fact that he’s touching Viktor’s pussy for the first time like this, considering all his fantasies were consumed by opening him up on his fingers, by eating him out until he lost his cool, unstressed affectation. But they simply had no choice in the matter.
Viktor’s cock is flushed and shiny with pre-cum, and Jayce likes the way his cockhead is pressed up against it, fat in comparison. He likes that Viktor is just as stunned into inaction as him, and he likes that he’s so unbelievably wet over the prospect of fucking in the box.
Jayce clears his throat and Viktor chuckles, nervously. And Jayce realizes he’s been gripping around Viktor’s waist so hard, his thumbs actually are touching now.
“I imagine we don’t have too much longer, now,” Viktor says.
Jayce blinks and looks up. And it’s not that he forgot they were in a box. He can’t raise his arms, and he’s getting a cramp in his neck, and Viktor’s cunt is plastered against his dick. They’re pretty obviously in a box.
But he did sort of push the whole they’re also in public thing to the back of his head. Probably as a self-preservation instinct.
“What if they open the box?” Jayce asks. It sounds kind of insane asking it out loud, because he ideally should have come to terms with his feelings about that before he got his dick out.
“Well,” Viktor says. He’s looking up at Jayce too now, instead of where their dicks are smushed together, and he rubs a thumb over Jayce’s chin. “I guess they’ll see the founders of Hextech fucking in a box. Which, since they trapped us in the box, is not really something I feel exceedingly guilty about.”
Jayce gets stuck on Viktor‘s soothing thumb on his chin and the way he called them the founders of Hextech more than the rest of what he says. Because, yeah. They’re building tech that will change the fabric of the world. Together. And now, they’ll get to fuck about it in celebration sometimes. It feels like Jayce has the rest of his life to look forward to, unburdened and with Viktor at his side.
Maybe he wouldn’t even care if people found out they fucked in the box. They’re a few months out from changing the landscape of transportation and engineering and probably a dozen other industries for the entire planet, after all. Nothing can stop them.
“Fuck, Viktor,” he says, and slides his hands from Viktor’s waist to his arms to his neck to his face. “We’re going to change everything.”
Viktor looks at him like something has already changed, with half-lidded eyes and that soft smile. So Jayce kisses him, and then looks back down at where they’re warm and soaked against each other, and he continues, “Do you need to be prepped, or…”
Before he can finish, Viktor uses his arms as leverage on the walls, lifts himself, and sinks down onto Jayce’s cock.
“Fuck—" Jayce knocks his head back against the wall and drops his hands to Viktor’s hips. It’s almost too much, too soon: Viktor’s unprepared, body-hot walls compressing down on him. “Viktor—" He wants to comment out loud on how hot, wet, and tight it all is, but they’re already in what Viktor assumes to be a facsimile of a porno, so he just bites his tongue and groans.
When he gets his bearings enough to get a good look at Viktor, it’s not like he’s alone in being overwhelmed. Viktor’s face is fully flushed for the first time, and his lips are parted, like he’s struggling to get a full breath. And he’s making those aborted little sounds in his throat, the ones that Jayce wants to pull out, stronger and stronger, until they resonate in his ears.
Viktor catches him staring and presses his forehead to Jayce’s. They haven’t even started moving yet and they’re undone. And still, Jayce wants to fully unravel him.
Jayce slides his hands over Viktor’s hip bones, holds him more firmly down on his cock, and moves one palm down through Viktor’s thick pubic hair to rub its heel against the nub of Viktor’s cock. Those sounds finally break in his throat and he cries out fully, forehead still pressed to Jayce’s. Jayce keeps grinding his palm, getting his calluses and Viktor’s pubic hair soaked with slick, and Viktor squirms and convulses around him, so tight it’s almost painful.
On second thought, as hot their desperation is, Viktor really could have used a nice fingering open before taking Jayce’s dick. Which Jayce wants to preen about, but he’s too concerned with making this work to think about it that hard.
“Viktor—fuck,” Jayce says. Repeats, really. He’s very eloquent right now. He braces his feet against the wall, his toes curling in his shoes, and he tries pushing the heel of his palm against Viktor’s cock in pressured waves, getting him off slow instead. They’re only learning what gets each other off for the first time, after all.
It works, the less demanding pressure, and Viktor eases up on his cock, rests his head back against the wall, breathes high in his throat and looks at Jayce while he gets him off. He kind of looks impressed actually, and considering he’s the one with the thing for sex jokes and living stress free, it makes Jayce start to preen after all.
“Jayce, if you keep that up I’m going to—" Viktor grits his teeth and shudders.
“You can go more than once, right?” Jayce asks. Because he’s just being practical. “You’re so tight, Viktor, it’ll relax you.”
Viktor shoots him a look, maybe incredulity, and starts, “You are—"
Then, like he’s been given permission and can’t bother to hold back anymore, Viktor’s voice breaks and his body tenses once again in Jayce’s lap. He releases like a bow, shaky, soft, and collapses down. The convulsions of his orgasm milk Jayce’s cock, and Jayce digs his fingers into Viktor’s hips, works his clit through it, and groans. Viktor’s already accommodating Jayce so much better after coming, his pussy soft and gripping instead of relentlessly taut. Briefly, he’s consumed with the idea of getting off like this: working Viktor through several orgasms until he’s sated, savoring the feel of his cunt tightening and relaxing on him each time.
But there’s no time for that. And Viktor is already pushing himself off the wall, seating himself firmer in Jayce’s lap. So Jayce wraps both hands around Viktor’s bony hips, braces himself on the walls around them, and fucks up into him.
There’s no question they’ve both been pent-up. Viktor’s hands tangle into Jayce’s hair and he pushes his hips down for every thrust and he groans, guttural, through his teeth. His cunt is soaking wet from his orgasm so apart from the sound of their bitten off moans there’s the tangible, visceral slapping noise of Jayce fucking into him, the hard-packed damp skin-on-skin sound every time Jayce bounces Viktor on his cock. He feels perfect now, like he was made to take this, like Jayce was made to give it to him.
And apart from all that, it’s just satisfying to hear exactly how well he’s fucking Viktor, to feel it in his remarkably responsive body, in his fists and his hips and his cunt. Jayce is accomplishing something here, and it makes him feel more in control than he’s felt all year. It’s relieving Jayce’s stress better than anything he could imagine.
Jayce leans in and finds Viktor’s mouth, kisses him slow, consumes all the noise he’s making over being filled and fucked so well. Viktor gets softer under his hands and lips, his voice breaking, his kisses sloppy in return.
“You’re incredible,” Jayce says into the spit-slick corner of Viktor’s mouth. Viktor huffs a laugh that turns into another groan, and his fingernails dig into Jayce’s scalp. “Wanna fuck you on the wall. M’gonna pick you up—if that’s okay.”
“Yes, please,” Viktor says. Without any of the trepidation before when Jayce was about to manhandle him. Like they’ve not only admitted they wanted each other while stuck in this stupid box, but they’ve developed a stronger trust because of it. Jayce can hardly believe he wants to thank their negligent event manager.
Jayce holds Viktor around the waist and rises slowly, using the sides of the box to support them both. He slips out of Viktor by the time they’re both standing, and Viktor can finally step out of his trousers that they were tangled up in. Then, as if they’ve done it before, Jayce picks Viktor up under his ass, Viktor wraps his arms and legs around Jayce, and Jayce presses Viktor’s back to the wall.
“Good?” he asks. To be safe, because it’s all still new. Even though Viktor looks comfortable in his arms and is already squirming his hips down to get filled again. He’s pretty sure this angle is better for Viktor because Jayce can compress his clit between them, give him something to grind off on. Something being his textured dress shirt, but it’s not like they’re actually going to give the speech right away after getting stuck in a box.
Viktor nods and licks Jayce’s mouth open, and Jayce groans and repositions to get his cock buried inside him again. They’re both so slick and warm at all points of contact with Jayce’s sweat, and their spit, and Viktor’s cum, it’s starting to feel like a sauna in the box. Before he starts fucking Viktor again, he checks a final time to make sure they’re up against one of the side walls and not the pneumatic doors.
He actually can’t even believe he’s concerned about which wall he fucks Viktor against, because it implies that he recognizes they might get caught like this. At this point, the idea of the event manager or whoever opening the doors to find Jayce balls deep in Viktor sort of makes him want this even more.
Jayce shakes his head and secures Viktor to the wall and starts fucking him. He could go slow, since he has all the control in this position, but he knows they both don’t want that. So Jayce abandons control and bounces him hard on his dick and Viktor comes alive in his arms for it.
Now, with both their bodies slamming against the side of the box, there is the barest give to it. Not enough to make Jayce think it’s going to rip from the bolts in the floor, but enough that he stifles a laugh into Viktor’s mouth and bears down even harder. Apparently, Jayce didn’t have the strength to move the box when the goal was to get out of the box, but when the goal is fucking Viktor…well. There’s something to be analyzed there, he’s sure. For a second it even makes him nervous that he’s fucking Viktor too hard, but that’s drowned out by Viktor’s very enthusiastic, very desperate, very loud appreciation for what Jayce is doing with his hips.
“I know we’re gonna talk about it after,” Jayce says, into Viktor’s skin. His psych major ex also used to make fun of him for getting sentimental when he was nearing orgasm, as if that was a crime, but he doesn’t want to mask for Viktor. “But I’m really glad we’re doing this. I needed this. And I love what we built together.”
Viktor doesn’t make fun of him, even though he totally could and Jayce wouldn’t care. But he definitely prefers that, instead, Viktor tightens all those beautiful limbs of his around Jayce and presses a kiss into his damp neck and says, “I love it, too.”
The stage lights flash back on full blast over them.
But they only freeze for a second.
Jayce can’t hear anyone yet, so he shakes his head and grits his teeth and doesn’t stress and fucks into Viktor—albeit quieter—until Viktor gasps and seizes up and comes a second, or maybe third time, on his cock. He presses his face to Jayce’s shoulder and rides out his orgasm, his cunt gripping Jayce’s cock in waves, and he doesn’t make any move for Jayce to put him down, or stop, or do anything but get his own fill.
So even though the stage lights are blaring and there’s suddenly the sound of someone singularly running down the steps of the auditorium, Jayce keeps his cool and takes the time to follow Viktor down and fuck his spend deep inside him.
The side effect to Jayce’s new carefree outlook is that by the time their event manager opens the doors and starts apologizing profusely, they’re not exactly decent. Jayce isn’t balls deep in Viktor on the wall anymore no, but Viktor’s pants are on the floor and Jayce’s dick is halfway out, and they all kind of stare at each other until Jayce and Viktor just shake their heads and start redressing.
Their event manager is so scared they’ll get him fired for failure to comply to safety guidelines, or whatever, that he promises not to tell anyone that they fucked in the box. He reschedules their panel for tomorrow—since it was, in fact, pushed back—and says they don’t have to do the box trick. Which is really the bare minimum.
Even though, privately, Jayce could never be too upset with the guy who got him stuck in a box with Viktor. And once the event manager leaves, Viktor says as much out loud.
Jayce stays over at Viktor’s for the first time and uses his shower that night. They don’t practice their speech again. Instead, Jayce falls asleep with Viktor in his arms and doesn’t worry once about the speech, or next week’s investor meeting, or what the rest of his life is going to look like.
Truthfully, Jayce has never felt less stressed all year.