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Jayce opened the door with a soft sigh, the strap of his duffel bag aching against his shoulder. Fall break had felt surprisingly long. Of course he loved spending time with his mom, but he’d been aching to take another crack at some of his harder classes, and especially catch up with Viktor in person.

He knew that he was a guy with “zero chill,” as Vi liked to put it, but he couldn’t help that he had always been an ambitious kid at heart. Best of all, Viktor understood that. They’d forged a connection that began with all-nighters at the library and ended with impassioned conversations about their dreams for the future… and the rest was history.

Jayce also just needed a little space. He’d been feeling off lately— physically, he was fine. His mental health had also improved significantly since his move-in to college. But he’d been noticing some not entirely normal feelings about Viktor, and it was starting to keep him up at night.

He already felt impossibly close to him. After all, they were best friends! It was just… had he always been so in awe of him? Of the way that his nose crinkled when he laughed, how his eyes lit up when he finally solved a problem that bothered him, or the soft smile that he only seemed to reserve for Jayce?

He had chalked it up to being reasonably observant at first. Who wouldn’t find Viktor attractive? There was no question he was objectively stunning. He’d just never really noticed another man’s attractiveness before, not until Viktor.

All that to say, he needed some time alone (without the distraction that was Viktor’s mere presence) to try and figure his shit out before the semester really got underway. The last thing he wanted to do was jeopardize his most precious friendship because of the confusing and likely insignificant thoughts he’d been having.

Jayce stepped into their apartment. It looked exactly how they had left it before the break— the cleanest it would be for months before it suffered from the cohabitation of two stressed engineering majors.

Jayce’s grip loosened around his duffel, the bag almost leaving his fingertips to thunk against the carpet before a soft sound split the silence.

It was a breathy sort of sigh, gone as quickly as it had appeared. Jayce blinked. Had Viktor returned early? Was he in pain because of his leg causing him trouble? He’d lived with Viktor long enough to know that his bad pain days could be extremely demanding.

He set down his duffle softly, rotating his shoulder joint in a circular motion a couple of times to try and ease the tension. He could see that Viktor’s door was opened a sliver from his position in the living room.

He hadn’t taken more than a step before a sudden gasp was audible, along with Viktor’s lovely accent curling around the words, “ggggh— right there, right there—“

Oh fuck. It sounded like one of his wet dreams, the ones he’d been having more and more frequently about Viktor specifically. Had… was Viktor seeing someone?

It wasn’t any of his business. Viktor probably didn’t want him to know either, if he’d returned to the dorm earlier than normal before Jayce had planned to come back. He should leave.

But to do what? To haul his duffel bag down to the parking lot and sit in his car until someone left the complex looking like they’d been shown a good time? What if he made a mistake and went back up only to accidentally walk in on them?

He didn’t know why the thought filled him with disgust. It shouldn’t concern him, period. But Viktor was Viktor. He’d always thought that they were the closest of close. Was he hooking up with people and purposefully keeping it a secret from Jayce?

Somehow, all those thoughts and more managed to rush through his head in a couple of seconds. He felt his face flush as another high-pitched moan slipped through the crack of Viktor’s bedroom door. “Just like that—“ Viktor gasped as Jayce’s mind conjured an absolutely sinful collection of images explaining what was going on behind the door. He had very little trouble imagining Viktor in a series of increasingly compromising positions that soon had a familiar heat rapidly pooling in his lower abdomen.

Fuck it, he was leaving. Maybe he’d been having trouble controlling his thoughts about Viktor, but even he could make the conscious decision to walk away from something he clearly wasn’t meant to witness, much less get painfully aroused by.

“F-fuck— that’s so good— Oh god… Jayce!”

He was dreaming. That was the only reasonable explanation. Either that, or Viktor wasn’t having anyone over. Instead, he was doing what Jayce had already been extremely guilty of for months now— getting off to the thought of his roommate in the privacy of his own bedroom.

Was there even the smallest possibility that his feelings weren’t one-sided? There had to be, with what he was hearing. He wavered, his heartbeat thumping in his ears.

He would… go to his room. Put on some headphones and try to figure out what the fuck to do, and hopefully act normal enough that Viktor would assume he’d arrived later on and been totally oblivious.

Viktor had always had an absolutely stellar sense of hearing— if he hadn’t realized Jayce was here yet with the initial click of the front door’s lock, he had to have his earbuds in.

He could do this. The only problem was that his room was slightly further down the hallway than Viktor’s… meaning he would have to pass his cracked door.

But that didn’t have to be a big deal! It was only a couple of steps farther to his room, and he’d do literally everything within his power to ignore the growing tightness of his shorts in the meantime.

He forced himself to move rather mechanically into the hallway. He tried to listen to absolutely anything else but the sounds coming from Viktor’s room, but of course that only made them all the more noticeable.

He glanced at the door out of the corner of his eye before he could stop himself… and was instantly provided with a clear view of Viktor’s bed on the left side of the room.

Viktor was sitting up, wearing a large t-shirt that pooled down around his pale thighs. His bare legs were dotted with cluster of moles here and there, and his calves were trembling slightly in pleasure.

His head was thrown back to display the beautiful expanse of his neck as his throat moved visibly with the sounds leaving his mouth.

And most of all, his hands —the same hands that Jayce had been fantasizing about for months now— were both busy, one twisted in the bedsheets with an iron grip while the other was stroking up and down the elegant length of Viktor’s cock.

The curl of his wrist was periodically riding his shirt up, revealing a dark trail of hair that led from his impossibly delicate waist to the thatch of hair right at the base of his manhood. He looked flushed and aching, each downward stroke against his shaft pulling back the soft skin to reveal the velvety head.

The slick sound of skin on skin was impossible not to hear as it mixed with the litany of sighs and muttered words falling from Viktor’s mouth. His beautiful eyes were scrunched close as he began thrusting up into his fist with a shaky groan, still gasping the most arousing things Jayce had ever heard.

“That’s perfect, oh f-fuck! Taking me so well, Jayce— always knew you would—“

Jayce tried to tear his eyes away as he realized he had been completely frozen watching him, everything else fading away as the heat between his legs throbbed.

Viktor came over his fist with a sharp cry, his spine curving into a perfect arc before he collapsed backward, breathing heavily. Jayce practically ran into his room.

He closed the door as gently as possible behind him before staggering to his bed. He could hear Viktor moving around, the creak of his drawers opening and closing as he presumably looked for a pair of pants.

The soft creak of the bedsprings revealed that he’d gotten back into bed, tired from his strenuous activity and preparing to take one of the short naps that he often did. It was the perfect opportunity for Jayce to claim that he had arrived while Viktor was sleeping, but that was the least of his problems.

He couldn’t unsee Viktor’s face twisted in pleasure, couldn't unhear his name leaving Viktor’s perfect mouth. Maybe his feelings weren't so one-sided, even if he definitely wasn't supposed to know about what he'd walked in on... But how the hell could he even begin to come clean and explain his feelings after witnessing that?

Jayce made no move to deal with the erection that was straining at the seam of his pants.

Fuck. Fuck.