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The problem with posting a flyer asking someone to shower you for pay is that sometimes the hottest man known to any god shows up wanting that job, and you give it to him.
It’d never backfired so spectacularly before. Typically, it was some nice nursing student, a biology major trying to figure out if they really wanted to go to medical school, or maybe just a really type A literature/anthropology double major with masochistic tendencies surrounding the fullness of their schedule. They were mostly women, and many were objectively cute or hot, but not Viktor’s cup of tea.
Never anyone like Jayce.
When they’d met for the first time in the library cafe to go over the details of the job, Viktor had thought he’d meant to sit down with the rugby jocks three tables down, a lost boy.
But, “you must be Viktor,” he’d said, handsome face erupting into a smile. One look at that tooth gap really clenched it; Viktor had been reaching heinous new heights of Down Bad on the daily ever since, fueled by an attraction turning out to be far greater than just physical.
It’s not that hot men couldn’t do the job. Viktor found them, or at least this very limited sample size of them, more than capable of doing the tasks he needed. No, it was less about capability and more about the experience itself.
Like now, for example.
“One, two, lift-”
Barely a sign of strain as Jayce lifted an aching Viktor from his wheelchair, like being picked up by a cloud of solid muscle and soft fat, engulfed in a too-attractive scent. Jayce’s hands were always sure against him, all over him, unafraid to harm him with a tight grasp. Viktor wouldn’t have believed it was his first care job if not for the nervous mumbling under his breath about form.
Sometimes Jayce actually did say something when he did it, innocuous things flavored with accidental suggestion like, “that’s right,” or “is that good for you?” or even just grunting that made Viktor momentarily thankful that he didn’t have a cock to fill out and give him away when Jayce was pulling his pants off moments later.
What logically followed was this: going about Viktor’s day had become hornier than ever before, and still, he was no less reliant on others to help him do anything about it.
Like most things in his life, masturbation took planning. There was no quickie in the shower, no following a whim. If he was horny, he had to sit with it until the next time he could coordinate the correct conditions: the tools, the accessible outfit or lack thereof, the physical endurance, the alone time. There were ways around all of them (his bare hands were always an option, fatigue permitting, and he was well practiced in asking to be left unclothed or otherwise set up in obvious ways without feeling particularly bothered), but asking Jayce felt… complicated.
Privacy was, on the whole, a foreign concept to Viktor. Necessity led him to believe he’d banished this particular brand of shame from his life several years ago. He had better things to do with his time than worry about who cared how and when he got his rocks off, but it turned out there was an unseen store of it, lurking and attached to the possibility that his crush would know, well, how and when he got his rocks off.
Of course, he could shove that ugly shame back down his throat, set aside his admittedly foolish infatuation, and just ask. His body currently felt like it had been hit by a train, a fast moving one, and there was no better alternative to so-so narcotics than the rush of an orgasm. He had been so worked up lately, too, that he might not survive if he didn’t get a little relief.
But… he just didn’t have enough evidence to predict how it would go, nor whether he’d survive even the best fallout.
It was hard to imagine Jayce was a prude. It was unlikely, statistically, for a young, hot co-ed four years into his degree not reciting bible verses or anything. Though he’d never really spoken of his sexual conquests either. On the first day of his employment with Viktor, Jayce had shown up looking like a bear had tried and failed to keep its maul below the neck of his t-shirt. That alone was enough to prove both the presence of some level of sexual desire in his body and to kick Viktor’s up more than a few notches, too.
“Sitting or laying?”
“Somewhere between, I think,” Viktor said, distracted by the plush of the chest at his temple, the nipple visible through a worn t-shirt half a size too small.
“Got it!”
The benefit of paying people for care was that they weren’t quick to disagree or even voice an opinion. Viktor asked and Viktor received. No one had ever refused to set him up with a sex toy, and, really, he had no reason to believe Jayce would be the first.
Viktor worried at his bottom lip. It was more about projecting confidence than having it. He’d just have to pull up his metaphorical big boy pants and ask for what he wanted. Ask him to take off your shorts before you get too settled, his mind supplied. His eyes climbed the strong line of Jayce’s neck only to get caught, stunned, in his kind gaze.
“Feel free to work in the kitchen as usual without me-“ Viktor’s mouth betrayed him. No- wait, fuck, not that. He put on a grim smile to cover his dismay as he scrambled to sort his desire versus the reality in motion. Jayce already had the right pillow in his hand. “Yes, good,” he added.
“Cool, thanks.”
While Jayce wrapped an arm around the small of his back to insert the wedge, Viktor tried to calculate whether he’d just cockblocked himself from his vibrator beyond repair. With his shorts on and the dismal state of his joints tonight, there was no way he was getting off without it, and, Christ, he needed it badly-
Jayce grasped either side of his hips, tugging him hard into the perfect slouch needed to balance the strain between his back and hips – both intimate in an O, to be known way and hot in a throw me around, daddy way. Viktor gasped, thankfully passing for startled.
If he asked for the vibrator, there was a chance Jayce would decide not to stay. He’d be free to use it in peace. Optimal.
But there was also a chance he stayed.
“What else can I getcha?” Jayce backed away to ask, clueless.
“Well, I would like to get at least a little work done tonight,” Viktor stalled a little longer. “My red biomaterials textbook and notebook from my bag. There should be a pen attached, though it may have fallen to the bottom. My laptop, too.”
It should be illegal for Jayce to bend over like this. Suddenly, Viktor felt less bad about how he’d let the fatigue win earlier when he let his backpack fall to the ground.
You know what? Yes, fuck it, he’d ask, right now.
“I already took my meds but a glass of water, maybe- can you grab a tissue from the dresser? My nose seems to be running today.”
His nose wasn’t running but his mouth was – ceaselessly tonight, apparently. Try again.
“And in the top drawer, inside the blue box, the vibrator and lube.”
Notes hitting the ground was not the reaction he’d hoped for. His body went totally still as Jayce turned around to stare, wide-eyed, at him. Desperately, he hoped he was projecting the mask of coolness he wished he felt.
“Have I not asked you for this before?”
“No, I, uh, don’t think so.” An attempt to calm an awkward energy swell came out of Jayce’s mouth as frantic word salad.
“Alright,” Viktor said for lack of anything better to say; there was no unripping the bandaid now.
Jayce was far from the first carer to act this way, but for the first time in years, real embarrassment crept in on Viktor's end. This usually only worked because Viktor kept his cool, and right now he could feel it flash boiling beneath his skin, evaporating out of existence. His only hope at this point was that Jayce was too freaked out to notice.
He watched the physical manifestations of Jayce’s overthinking: his slow step and over-gentle drawer pull, the pause when he uncovered the box, and the full-body freeze when he opened it.
None of it was reassuring.
Oh, God, he had read Jayce all wrong. Sex repulsed him. He was disgusted. Viktor had thought too highly of him to consider a reality where Jayce thought disabled people shouldn’t be allowed to have sex, but maybe he really was a secret ab-
Oh.
I mean, maybe all that was still true, but when he turned around, Jayce’s eyes had swollen into black holes that could suggest something entirely different. He held the vibrator and lube carefully, like pin-pulled grenades, and wore his discomfort on his face along with a hint of what Viktor couldn’t help hoping was vacant-eyed arousal shining through.
Viktor’s shame receded bit by infinitesimal bit the more he studied Jayce’s shifty eyes, the nervous way he placed the items down, and his absolute panicked, “Shit- sorry-”, when the lube made an immediate, attention-seeking dive for the floor, but it barely made a dent in the shame stockpile in his mind.
No one was spared in the God-tier comedy bit of Viktor’s life, not even Jayce. This was nightmare material. The urge to laugh out loud in horror was strong, but the urge to wrangle the situation back into something he could live past was stronger.
“Thank you,” he said too calmly, like supplying an upset child with an example of placidity to emulate.
It didn’t work. Jayce disappeared to the kitchen and came back just as frazzled, dumped a bunch of water on the carpet, all while struggling to look Viktor in the eye. If there was any good news, it was that there was no way he’d stick around.
“You’re sure it’s alright if I stay?” A nervous scratch at the back of Jayce’s neck revealed a sliver of cum gutters that immediately burnt itself into Viktor’s retinas. “I’ll be… right there.”
Okay, maybe there was a way.
Viktor’s insides twisted tighter, looking at Jayce’s typical seat at the table on the other side of the doorframe. It wouldn’t be too much of a struggle to prove it was within spitting distance. He could hear people talking in the hallway at least three times the distance away.
Squinting, he tried to read Jayce’s mind one final time. He wouldn't sit out there if it revolted him to think of what Viktor might be doing in here, but that didn’t mean he was interested in it either. It was still so hard to tell with everything masked by a thick layer of get-me-out-of-here energy (that Viktor certainly shared in.)
He probably wasn’t interested; look at him, clearly about to crawl right out of his skin.
You know what? Viktor didn’t need to make heads or tails of it now. He just had to get Jayce out of the room.
“You should do what is most comfortable for you,” he said.
Jayce’s mouth fell open dumbly. Cutely. His thoughts were loud but impossible to untangle.
“Right, okay. Well, I’ll come back in around, uh,” his gaze got stuck where the vibrator lay before darting back to meet Viktor’s, “11? Like usual?”
“Yes, I may or may not be sleeping. If so, just wake me up.”
“Alright, have fun! Or- or, sleep tight if you, uh, take that nap!” Jayce left the room too quick to be coordinated, nearly yanking the door into his own ass as he rushed to pull it shut behind him.
Jesus Christ.
Exhaling for what felt like the first time in minutes, Viktor let his face fall into whatever mix of confused horror it had wanted to inhabit since Jayce dropped the notebook. He looked at himself in the black, sleeping screen of his laptop – yes, it had been a good choice to conceal this face. Some embarrassment saved, a drop in the ocean.
It only got worse as he realized the door to the hall wasn’t opening. Silence kept him totally still, waiting, until the sound of Jayce’s backpack dropping onto the table was followed by the unmistakable squeal of his kitchen chair against the floor.
Viktor had offered and now Jayce was staying.
…
Now Viktor had a choice to make.
…
Well, actually, he truly did intend to be productive tonight. He didn’t have to choose. For now.
After putting on his study playlist, he opened his notebook and got to work.
-
Even without rushing through it, Viktor quickly ran out of work to do. Curse Yesterday Him for getting a head start. Idiot.
He closed his notebook and took stock of the situation.
His body felt, ehhm, not great, painwise. The pills were still in his system, but they hadn’t really done a spectacular job in the first place. His knees were aching and his wrists felt like he’d been typing and writing for the last eight hours instead of two. Don’t even get him started on his hips.
Letting this level of arousal continue to simmer was probably not a great idea, sanity-wise. The nervousness and frustration were not playing well with his sexual need, an exothermic swirl low in his gut demanding action. He’d been resigning himself to his hand alone lately to avoid this exact situation, and it was beginning to show. The tool he needed lay beside him, in reach and calling out.
Which just left Jayce, who had been relatively quiet but was certainly present. If Viktor could hear the sound of his tapping pencil and his pinging notifications, he could likely hear Viktor too, unless he’d put in his headphones, which was entirely possible if he’d been put off by the idea of Viktor using the toy.
If still hung in the air.
In a final procrastinating move, Viktor opened instagram on his phone, only for his thumb to hover over the first thing to appear. It was a post from earlier today, Jayce from the – he began to scroll very slowly – thigh up in a mirror in businesswear. The caption, when Viktor eventually made it there, said, “Just found this pic from my summer internship on my camera roll :p”
Viktor’s eyes climbed back to his chest, to the buttons’ thread clinging for dear life at the center. The edging feeling of their must-be-imminent snap simmered at his core, but the thing that brought it to a head was the faintest outline of Jayce’s cock pointing toward one leg of his well-fit dress pants. A ghost, really, definitely nothing to get excited about, but it was more than enough to make Viktor’s mouth run suddenly dry and let the pot boil over.
The vibrator wasn’t silent but it wasn’t the loudest Viktor had ever owned. He’d already asked for it, so really, the damage was already done. And he could be quiet, maybe even turn up the music to cover any accidental slips.
Yeah, he could make it work.
As silently as possible, he put his laptop aside, and then, with zero pride, propped his phone against the open screen with Jayce’s photo still displayed. A grunt fell out of him as he dragged his piked legs apart, knees falling open so that, eyes glued to the photo, he could grind his palm down into his cunt.
The contact was dizzying. He drew a deep breath through his nose, testing the pressure through his shorts. It was easy to get lost in, teasing and quickly not enough. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he considered turning up the music before he got too deep, but instead reached to replace his hand with the blunt, insertable end of the vibrator, still off.
That was more like it. Unnatural and silicon smooth, yet much easier to imagine as what was in the picture. His breath stuttered.
Viktor had devoted a non-trivial amount of time to thinking about Jayce’s cock, though in his defense, some of it was purely logistical. It wasn’t as much of a problem with the others who had nothing to bump into, but Viktor’s arm pressed between them sometimes encountered it mid-carry, elbow-to-dick. The first time, he’d thought Jayce was going to drop him, he’d thrust him outward so quickly. It didn’t feel small then or any subsequent time it’d happened, and here the ghost of it was on screen looking, well, not small either.
On his elbow, Jayce’s cock felt solid and thick. He imagined the thrill of it transferred to his own tiny cock, growing and hardening as it frotted against him – through his shorts, even, he’d take it. His hips gave a nearly invisible attempt at moving against the hot pink stand-in. It wasn’t nearly as good as the real thing, but he could make it vibrate in consolation.
He turned it around to see. Click.
Turning on the vibration sent a seizing panic through his hands to his heart, the buzz feeling far too loud for the current situation he was willingly, stupidly putting himself into. In a panic to quiet it, he fumbled to press it against himself through his shorts, only to find it far too overwhelming to keep in place against his hypersensitive clit.
Every muscle in his body tensed as he ripped it back away, though not before allowing a mistake of a sigh to escape from his lips.
With the vibrator rattling klaxons midair and his incriminating sigh still echoing in his ears, he clamped his lips shut until his teeth cut into the flesh for assurance. He trained his ear to listen for any signs of being caught.
…
Nothing.
He let out a shaky breath. Okay.
The next time he ventured to press the vibrator against himself, he kept his lips tight and let the flutter of his eyelashes satisfy the reaction his body craved to make. It was still too much, even at a lower speed, but there was really no better way out than through.
He could handle a slow rhythm, teasing, pressing the toy on and off to set him on a manageable climb. While he did, his mind slid back to Jayce in the photo.
Viktor had never seen him in professional wear. Usually, he was just coming to Viktor’s (or, more recently, to wherever they wanted to hang out) from class or the gym. He was the right kind of handsome to look hot, not dull, in dress clothes. Someone to call a work crush and then have too many drinks at the Christmas party and think about telling him just how much you like looking at him across the cubicles every day.
It was hot in a 50 Shades way, or in the way of whatever that pointing guy in the tumblr gif was trying and failing to do. Viktor had always been a little weak to power play, and the idea of buttoned-up Dom Jayce coming at him with a harsh hand and tongue, maybe a flogger or a spreader bar, had his toes curling a little bit harder.
Jayce wouldn’t need any of that, though. Jayce the Dom would probably keep it simple, without all the fanfare. He could wear anything as long as he had his massive hands and his biceps and hopefully matching, massive cock. Viktor liked him how he always was (which was part of the problem.)
Viktor scrolled through a few photos – his dog, his mom, his shoe, all not helpful – before hitting another he’d seen before. Yes, this photo of casual Jayce would work nicely.
It was a candid in one of the library study rooms, maybe, somewhere academic with a table for him to lean his palms into. A tight black t-shirt, tight jeans, and his tight ass were captured in profile. His body drew thick, bold lines at the biceps and thighs. The camera person must have called his name, as his head is snapped 90 degrees to the side to stare dead into the camera with an intensity Viktor had never seen from him in real life.
“me when someone says margaritas”, it said.
Yes, Viktor could imagine him just like this.
Oops, he’d heard Viktor’s moaning from the kitchen. The bedroom door would creak open and this Jayce would enter without hesitation, as if he had every right to. He’d zero in on Viktor here in bed where he – no, another aide – had left him set up to jerk off. Here, where he was squirming uncomfortably against the vibrator held to his cunt as if it wasn’t by his own hand.
With big cat grace, Jayce would approach the bed to tower above him, stone stern like the photo, eyes unconvincingly unbelieving. He’d survey the scene with hot, dark disapproval, gaze raking over him from head to crooked toe, but Viktor wouldn’t be able to stop pressing the vibrator against his cock. No, the longer Jayce kept him in limbo, the more desperate Viktor would become, withering away without his approval or reprimand, whichever he wanted to give.
Finally, he’d grab Viktor by the chin.
“If you needed to get off so bad, you should have asked me for the real thing.” His hand would slide over the prominent bulge in the front of his jeans just inches from Viktor’s knee.
“I’m sorry,” Viktor breathed the syllables into real silence, staring up at the ceiling where Jayce’s tense jaw would be. His hips twitched harder. “You are here now though, please.”
But Jayce would shake his head with mocking sadness. “Now I’m not sure you deserve it. Let’s see what you planned to do with this poor imitation before I showed up.”
Dear God, Viktor needed something inside him right now.
Viktor turned off the vibrator in a rush, but as he reached for the lube, he froze in place. A low thud on the other side of the door wasn’t entirely surprising in itself, Jayce was out there, but the location was. It sounded closer than the table.
Viktor barely drew a breath while he waited to hear anything more.
He didn’t want Jayce to overhear, but also, he desperately wished he would – if he wanted to.
Viktor didn’t know what he wanted, but he did know he couldn’t wait. With no further sounds, he flipped open the lube, gave his first couple fingers a good coating, and set it aside, open, on the corner of his laptop with a prayer for stability.
With his clean hand, Viktor hiked the leg of his shorts up toward his groin until the path was the clearest it could be. This old pair were some of the best he had for this, huge with enough room for both thighs to fit through each leg, he’d even bet. With the fabric bunched up and tugged toward his center, and no underwear, his fingers had a fairly easy time swiping the bulk of the lube at his fingertips onto his entrance.
He was already so slick from the initial tease that it probably wasn’t necessary. Sliding a few testing fingers in was no problem beyond the awkward sideways angle forced by the shorts and the hand cramp to prove why he wasn’t doing it this way in the first place. Even teasing the soft, puffy ingress sent his need into hyperdrive. With the tips of three fingers shoved barely inside, he decided he’d done enough, chop chop.
He couldn’t get the vibrator back in his hands fast enough, swiping the leftover shine from his fingers over the insertable end. Lube flowed from the inverted bottle to join it, and when it was properly slathered, he tossed the bottle and yanked his shorts aside the best he could once more.
Guiding in something so unwieldy was always a different problem; there was no way to avoid lubing up the inside of his crumpled pant leg, no matter how far he pulled it up, so he didn’t really try anymore. He’d deal with the consequences of Real Jayce finding it later.
For now, Fantasy Jayce was standing over him, watching him press the head against his cunt and slowly force it in, pretending it was him. Past the shallow depth where he’d inched his first knuckles in, the stretch wasn’t wholly pleasurable. It was probably written in the pinch of his brow.
“If you’re struggling with this, what makes you think you can fit me?” Jayce would say, sliding his hand up Viktor’s inner thigh just to push his knees wider. Even the thought of skin-to-skin contact sucked the vibrator up inside, seating it so the rabbit ears hugged the tip of his swollen cock, still mind-numbingly unmoving.
In desperation, Viktor reached around the end and clicked the on button.
Fuck.
The rumbling was far too intense. Every muscle in his body went haywire. He fumbled for the button again, blindly clicking it several times to lower the setting to something he could bear, but the damage was done. The center of the universe was now the overwhelming flood of pleasure in his cunt.
The picture- he needed the picture.
Limbs seemingly disconnected from his brain, he reached out for his phone, tapping the screen impatiently to wake it up – too quick and uncoordinated for the old model. In his incessant swiping, he managed to not only wake the screen, but to scroll sideways to the tagged posts he’d never really looked at and click the first one which, of course, was a video and, of course, autoplayed at max volume.
The sounds of the beach, waves and birds and squealing children, were the background to a couple of near male voices speaking over each other – likely Jayce’s friends whose voices would be recognizable – and all of it was blasting from Viktor’s shitty phone speaker for Jayce to hear.
“Kurva-”
He would’ve muted the video faster if not for the distraction of the visual content; Jayce in tiny swim shorts emerging from the ocean in the not-too-distant distance, shimmering wet muscle in the sun like some kind of mythical man cast in bronze.
Panicked jabbing eventually muted the sound. Viktor was going to put his hands around the neck of whatever billionaire made the decision to enact autoplay.
His heart pounded out of his chest in the very obvious return to his quiet lo-fi beats and the vibrator continued to buzz aching pleasure inside him, totally oblivious. With 10% of his brain, he listened for evidence that Jayce just realized what Viktor used for his spank bank while the other 90% was sucked into the remainder of the muted video.
Jayce continued up the shore toward the cameraman, dripping like a multimillion dollar ad for cologne or something equally expensive until, reaching the blanket in the sand, he dropped to his knees at the cameraman’s feet. The way he looked past the camera up at the operator wasn’t sexual, wasn’t begging or coy, wasn’t particularly anything besides a joyous smile to his friend squinted against the sun, but Viktor’s mind nearly turned itself inside out doing a 180.
He was fantasizing about this all wrong.
Taking hold of the end of the vibrator, Viktor began to fuck it further into himself in earnest.
Jayce’s eye would appear at the crack in the door, and Viktor would usher him in with the hand not guiding the vibrator in and out. His approach would be apprehensive as he came to stand beside the bed, driven by a desperate need that usurped his obviously overwhelming shame.
Viktor would feel no shame at all.
“Can I watch?” Jayce would ask, eyes averted. He’d hear Viktor’s smile in his voice.
“Have you earned it?”
“No.” Hair would fall out of place, down over his forehead, when Jayce shook his head. He’d be about to leave with his tail between his legs, but freeze when Viktor spoke.
“Are you just going to listen from out there if you go?” The final vowel would melt into a low moan.
“Yes,” Jayce would say, voice dripping with equal parts arousal and guilt. A silence would hold him captive.
“Fine, sit.” And his good boy would fall to his knees at the side of his bed. “Now turn around.” Jayce’s knees would drag against the carpet as he faced the door and settled back on his heels, palms on his thighs. “Prove you can behave well enough, then we can talk.”
And Viktor would carry on.
It would be difficult to hold out for him, too, but it would be worth it to watch Jayce squirm, deprived and untouched, when he could just as easily stand on two legs and take what he wanted. Viktor would be powerless to stop him if he chose to misbehave, but he wouldn’t. Viktor wouldn’t need to use a single muscle to get what he wanted.
The wet trill of the vibrator grew stronger the more Viktor thought about it. Each thrust slid the rabbit ears up and down his cock, bottomed out harder than the last. Jayce emerged from the water again, the soft fat of his torso jiggled as he fell to his knees, the seawater ran down his cheek and over his tits.
When he turned to begging, Viktor would let the desperation of it armor his resolve.
“Please, can I turn around, Viktor?”
“No. Take your shirt off.” That tight black t-shirt would fly off his body.
Each time Viktor pressed the head of the vibrator just right against his G-spot, he’d moan, and Jayce’s broad back would shudder with want. Maybe at the start he’d do it for show, to watch a man three times his size try to keep it together at his feet, but soon it’d be unconscious and out of his hands.
Shirt hiked up, Viktor watched as his gnarled hands’ awkward hold rocked the vibrator inside him, an eager, two-hand grip and make-do movements that Jayce would see, too, when he turned around, and Viktor felt no shame. It turned him on to face his own desperation. Jayce would think it was hot when he saw it, how hard he was working for it, if only Viktor would let him turn around.
He wouldn’t be able to help himself, voice tight and stilted, he’d taunt, “It’s killing you, isn’t it? You want to watch me fuck myself that badly.”
“So bad.” A well-behaved parrot humping against nothing but air.
Eventually, he’d give in; Jayce had been so good, he might even let him touch. He’d probably follow direction so well, fuck him just the way he wanted with the toy and then the way they’d both been wanting for so long. But he’d still make him work for it.
“Turn around now.”
There’d be holes in the knees of his jeans from how fast he’d turn around. Viktor could see it in slow motion, the depths of his yearning revealed. The shift from wanting to having as he caught sight of Viktor’s pussy stuffed full at eye-level. He’d heave a sigh, face collapsing and rearranging into lust as his chin came to rest on the mattress, big eyes undeniably pathetic like a begging dog.
It’d be too much – it was too much now-
No- the fantasy wasn’t over yet-
Viktor’s orgasm caught him by surprise. The conjured image of Jayce at his side was just a too-powerful shove over the edge. He clenched so hard around the toy that he could barely move it inside him, trapped with his walls pressed tight against the unceasing rumble. His cock twitched and writhed against the ears. A choked-off hiccup erupted from his chest, ringing out before he could jam his aching, clenched fist into his teeth to stifle the groan that came after.
He was as fulfilled as he could be by a stand-in for the man on the other side of the wall.
The promised rush of endorphins blurred the pain that had refused to leave his body since this morning, leaving him floating and numbed. He rode it out with his head thrown back until the vibrations began to feel more bad than good, then fumbled around with even less coordination than before until the rumbling cut out completely.
Slowly, he pulled the vibrator from his swollen cunt with a shudder. Slick and lube dribbled out with it and ran down to his asshole inside his shorts. Vaguely, he knew there’d be a hefty wet spot beneath him. He lifted the toy to stare at it, the milky shine that coated it as irrefutable evidence that he’d done what he’d set out to do.
Good, let him see.
Dropping the vibrator into the sheets, Viktor slowly came back to himself. His worn-out body buzzed with a leftover feeling of power, enough to dull the worry he knew, somewhere, he should feel. The music still played as the video continued to loop on his phone. It was around 10:30 — he had a little over half an hour left until, well, whatever would happen; he felt too sated to care.
He was far too tired to do much more than put his phone to sleep and close his laptop. Hooking his knee in the crook of his elbow, he closed his butterflied legs, wiggling down the pillow with a half-hearted attempt at turning to one side before giving up and closing his eyes.
He asked sleep to take him, come what may.
-
“...ey, wake up.”
Eyes blinking open, the uneasy state of Jayce at the edge of the bed thrust Viktor back into the reality of his life far too quick for his liking.
“Hey. You still, uh-” the carpet must have grown really interesting in the time Viktor was asleep, “wanna do all the regular stuff or just do a quick get-ready-for-bed?”
Good question. More faculties were required than Viktor currently had online to answer it.
”I will decide in a moment, after I wake up.”
“Sure, yeah, no problem.”
Whatever lackadaisical outlook his orgasm had cultivated went up in smoke. Viktor stared up at the man he’d just imagined in two scenarios that were going to change his psyche and their friendship forever if he wasn’t careful – if it wasn’t already too late. Forget about it if Jayce had overheard him.
Had he? Hmmm. The video’s sound and the thud from earlier. Right. It felt more worrying in post-nut retrospect than it had in the moment.
Was Jayce acting more suspicious? Had he heard? He wasn’t acting much different than before he’d left, now fidgeting in silence and bound by the fact that he was on the clock, but the before wasn’t great either. TBD.
Without moving, Viktor assessed his body. The pain was manageable with the drugs still putting up a fight (for now), though his limbs felt lead-heavy. His legs were pressed together, but he’d bet his bank account that an immeasurable mess lay between them.
It’d be nice to confirm just how much he was going to wish for death when Jayce pulled his pants off; perhaps there was a benefit to ripping off the next bandaid sooner rather than later.
“This will need to be washed. Do you know how?” He pulled whatever was left of the Normal Energy in his body to keep his face neutral as Jayce took the cum-covered toy from his hand.
“Yeah,” Jayce’s attempt to hold eye contact was lacking to say the least, “just some soap and water.”
“Right. Do that, and then I will be ready by the time you get back.”
Jayce’s beefy shoulder slammed into the doorframe on the way out.
Viktor took his absence as an opportunity. Arranging his legs, he pulled his shorts up to his groin again. Not only did he find a gooey mess on fabric and skin, but even by sightless touch, he could tell his cunt was still hot and swollen, probably red and shiny – a waving flag for attention.
It wasn’t exactly surprising, but fuck.
He could draw this out to give himself a better chance of not embarrassing himself. Say he wanted to go have a snack before brushing his teeth and doing the rest of his routine. But the truth was he didn’t know that his body had it in him to do all that on a pain day like this. There’d be a price to pay.
What his body did have was a tiny voice leftover from his fantasy telling him to proudly show Jayce what his submission had done to him, show him before the slick dried and the blood redistributed.
That voice needed to hush.
When Jayce returned, Viktor was rushing his soggy shorts back down his thigh. The vibrator looked clean and dry, gripped tight in his hand. He seemed oddly breathless for the vigor of the task he’d just done.
“Should I put everything away?”
“Please.”
Scooping the lube, Jayce made his way to the dresser. He didn’t linger the way he had the first time, and when he turned around, the unblinking, saucer-eyed look Viktor expected to see again was… surprisingly lidded. Clearly different from the first time. Less unwelcome. The fantasy voice inside cheered for crumbs, so loud that it declared his decision for him.
“I think I will just use the bathroom and then get back in bed. Try to get back to sleep before my meds totally wear off.”
Viktor unlocked his phone to find the same beach video still playing on repeat. Terrified of the sound returning and Jayce’s height advantage, he scrambled to exit the app before Jayce crossed back to pick up his books.
“Sounds good, let me just… get these.”
The sudden jolt of nervous energy made Viktor squirm and reminded him of another bandaid he’d need to rip off.
“Can you grab me a new pair of shorts?” he blurted out. Jayce froze, bent over with Viktor’s backpack frozen in his hands.
“Yep,” he finally said.
When Jayce returned to the bed with a new pair of boxers, he smelled like neutral bathroom soap. Viktor reeked of sweat and sex, and it was only about to get worse.
“Are you,” Jayce licked over his bottom lip, “ready?”
Viktor was sure that he wasn’t, but he said, “yes,” regardless.
Jayce manhandled him flat on his back to lift his ass from the bed with one thick arm and hook his fingers into his waistband with the other. Despite how hesitant he’d been all night, it happened with perfect muscle memory; with his eyes closed, Viktor wouldn’t have been able to tell the way Jayce stared down at him with an expression that more than missed the mark of unstressed. The furrow in his brow as he fought for it was unthinkably hot.
If Viktor filled his lungs more than once before Jayce broke the silence, it’d be a miracle.
“Sorry you’re still not feeling well.”
Not what Viktor expected to hear as his shorts slid down over his ass, but sure, he could play normal.
“It’s ok, my time here was…” it was no secret what his time alone had been. He struggled for a word that didn’t make the situation worse, “restorative. Did you get any of your work done?”
The hum Jayce gave was unconvincing, but Viktor’s ability to judge further was wiped away by the way Jayce’s features finally went totally blank as he pushed the shorts over his knobby knees.
He didn’t even try to hide the way he stared down at what Viktor himself didn’t have the energy to lift his head from the bed to see. The look from when Jayce had opened the dresser the first time had returned, moon eyes and lips agape, but it seemed ten times less conflicted when the trigger was Viktor’s wet cunt.
No, there wasn’t much room to argue it was anything but arousal, now.
Viktor scrambled internally.
Jayce was not trained to do this job, not like a career healthcare worker who’d seen it all and would be compelled to some level of professionalism. This was just a regular man seeing the evidence of sex, processing his role in it in real time, and clearly having a hard time doing it in secret.
It was growing increasingly difficult to remember that it didn’t have to say anything about Viktor himself, even if he wanted so badly for it to say everything about him. An admission of real want that Jayce couldn’t mask. Under the fear that it wasn’t, and the suffocating layer of shame he couldn’t fully dismiss, Viktor only wanted him to stay staring and desperate.
It’s because of you, he wanted to say, I came for you.
Now neither of them was breathing, caught up in the other until Jayce snapped out of it. He’d lost the ability to look Viktor in the eye again, obvious as he pulled the wet shorts from Viktor’s ankles with hyperfocus. The whoosh of air as he turned to toss them into the hamper blew cold over the wetness between Viktor’s legs.
“Ready?” Hands on his hips, Jayce looked at the center of Viktor’s chest. His voice had never been so low. Viktor nodded.
There was no accidental elbow-to-dick contact as they moved to the bathroom because Jayce held him further from his body than he ever had before.
On the toilet, it took what felt like ten years to beat back his arousal to the point where his muscles could relax enough to piss. He stared across the room in silence, meditating on the possibility that there was something real in Jayce’s response, not just getting horned up about a wet pussy, but Viktor’s wet pussy. He wanted to sneak a look at the front of Jayce’s shorts, but was too nervous to be caught in his on-and-off again eye contact.
Shame and desire fought ruthlessly in his gut until he was done.
The first piece of toilet paper wasn’t enough to clear the gooey mess that had run all the way back to his ass. He interrupted Jayce’s attempt to pull him back into his arms by reaching for the toilet paper a second time.
“One more,” Viktor said quietly and watched it dawn upon Jayce’s face as he stood straight, the reminder of what happened in the other room like another shot to his composure.
Back in bed, they went through the motions of settling his pillows, rolling him to his side, and tucking him in with quiet urgency.
“Need anything else before I go?” Jayce asked, good boy that he was.
“No, I don’t think so.” Mid-sentence, Viktor caught sight of it and froze – Jayce’s boner pressed against the front of his shorts. Big, undeniable proof that, on some level, Viktor hadn’t imagined this. It still didn’t prove anything about intent, but he felt a small smile creep onto his face regardless. “Do you work tomorrow? I can’t remember.”
“Yeah, I'm on the dinner and night shift again.”
“Alright. Hopefully we don’t have another repeat of today.”
What Viktor said wasn’t totally true. He hoped Jayce’s nervous nod was a lie, too.