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[prettycakereads]

[A/N. This is a parody but also half serious 😔 this is also my first and probably last time posting on tumblr unless I get 1 interaction🥰not too much on me now]

Jaybe, or… Jaybe not?

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Jayce lets out a wearied sigh as he reaches for the rag that rests over his shoulder, using it to wipe away the heavy beads of sweat that line his forehead.

The atmosphere is hot and exhausting. But he’s used to it.

Jayce takes a moment to admire the finished sword that he’s spent his time working on, turning it in his hand. He’s too caught up in trying to catch any more imperfections and barely notices when Viktor enters the scene.

“Jayce?” The man speaks softly.

Jayce tenses in his skin, his hold on the sword tightening. When his brain registers the voice he relaxes and turns around. “Viktor… What’re you doing here?” He chuckles tiredly before setting the sword down. “And how did you—“

“Just came to see what you were up to.” Viktor cuts in. “And I wanted to check if you were available.”

His eyebrows raise in curiosity, “For what?”

Viktor’s nose twitches in thought and hums. Even Viktor isn’t exactly sure what to call it. “I just need to show you something.”

Jayce seems to understand and nods. “Of course. I’ll be right there.”

…

“Wha-wh- what is this, Viktor..?” Jayce gawks at the tool, watching as Viktor’s slender fingers run over the thick leather straps of what he wanted to show him.

“What ever do you mean?” Viktor asks innocently. But Jayce is no fool. He can tell what Viktor is thinking with the way a small, almost devilish smile tugs at his lips. Those lips Jayce would spend his time staring at when Viktor was focusing or working on something. And that tone. A low, playful tone. It sent an uncomfortable shiver down Jayce’s spine.

He swallows a heavy lump stuck in his throat. “What is it for..?” It was very much a rhetorical question. He almost regretted opening his mouth in the first place.

“You know…” Viktor trails off.

“… It looks so… real…” Jayce swallows again, this time his eyes looking over the veins that trail down the length of—… He can’t bring himself to even think of the word he’s looking for. “What do you call it?”

“The Hexstrap.”

“Huh…” His eyes linger at the crystal that’s set right in the middle of where everything meets. The power source. So this is what Hextech is being used for?

“Would you like to run an experiment?”

Jayce almost chokes on his own spit at that. “What? Viktor, I-“

“Come on, Jayce. We’re scientists. Who are we to turn down an opportunity where we get to experience new things?” Viktor sounds genuinely invested in this, much to Jayce’s luck.

His lashes flutter as he regains his composure. He can’t deny the pang of need that shoots down, straight to his crotch. It only grows stronger when he steals a glance from Viktor. “I’m not— I… well, I…”

He sighs deeply, looking conflicted.

In reality, it doesn’t take much time for Jayce to make up his mind. He shakes his head and opens his eyes again to meet Viktor’s gaze. He’d be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t have moments where’d he be lying in bed, and feelings of desire stirred up in his stomach just thinking of his former partner. Alone, in bed, with him.

“Okay,” He finally says, forcing himself to ignore the shy heat that covers his cheeks. “Let’s, uh… let’s do it.”

Viktor’s smile only grew at hearing this. He sets the strap down on a nearby desk and straightens up as best as he can on his crutch. “We will take it slow, then.”

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My closing statement (???)

[To be continued 😒 yes I avoided using the c and d word 😔 my writing is quirky ik]

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