#jayvik tickle

God, this was annoying. Jayce held his face in his hands, he could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks. It’d been forever since he had a mood this bad, why did he have to struggle so much with it now? He blamed the hexclaw. Ever since Viktor came up with the idea for it Jayce had been put in a mood. Not that he wanted it used on him, and not that he didn’t want that either, but its invention made his mind wander about a Vikclaw, if you will.

He also blamed the fact that he had a dream about Viktor wrecking him the night before;

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“You really think you can take this?” Viktor taunted, already dragging his nails over Jayce’s bare chest. His body jumped as he choked back a laugh. He’d found himself spread across a bed, Viktor’s bed to be specific. His arms were cuffed above his head and each ankle secured with rope, pulling his legs in separate directions.

Jayce chewed on his lip, giving Viktor a sly nod. “And you’re ready?” His fingers swirled down his sides, already producing a titter from him. Jayce nodded more eagerly, a terrified yet ecstatic glint in his eyes. “I’m ready.” His voice quivered but that didn’t deter Viktor’s vicious hands. He slowly spidered his nails over his chest, taking his sweet-ass-time tormenting his sensitive skin. Jayce inhaled sharply before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

“That was fast.” Viktor mumbled just loud enough for him to catch. “Fuck off!” Jayce barked but his protest only earned him ten digits vibrating into his ribs. “I’m sorry? That’s not how you speak to me, now is it?” He made him regret his refute, relentlessly attacking his ribs till he made Jayce cackle.

“Nohoho! I’m sohohorry!” He cried but only got a chuckle from Viktor. “Nuh-uh, it’s too late for that now.” He scribbled down his sides, making Jayce arch his back against the bed and yowl. “You should’ve been sorry before you decided to talk back to me.” He shook his head, his head tossed back in ticklish mirth as he practically cackled his soul away. Viktor’s fingers crept closer to his stomach, making his laughter spike an octave. “Nohot thehehere!” He pulled desperately on his binds but he didn’t budge. His stomach filled with both thrill and dread, mostly the latter.

“Oho, yeah? I thought you said you could take it?” He swirled his nails around his tummy, causing Jayce to kick fruitlessly in his bondage. “Can’t handle a little tummy tickles?” He emphasized by scribbling on his stomach. Jayce was already laughing too hard to respond, all he could do was throw his head side to side and wail. His gentle pressure combined with fast pace was unbearably hellish for poor Jayce. Viktor’s fingers wandered south, stopping in the divots of his hip bones. He meticulously skittered his fingers, effectively breaking Jayce. Tears were already threatening to fall down his cheeks. He couldn’t even open his eyes anymore, his body was completely overcome with the sensations.

“Aww, what good boy.”

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That was enough to jolt him awake. He woke up warm, tingly, and with a dumb smile on his face.

Of course it was hard for Jayce to even look at him in the lab after his brain made him endure that.

There was no casual way to tell someone you’re ticklish, let alone that you liked it. Liked was an understatement, he craved it. He literally dreamed about being reduced to a hysteric mess. If there was a way to send telepathic messages they needed to discover that soon because there was no way he could ever actually ask for something like that.

They were sitting at the desk, both working on their own respective tasks. Well, Jayce wasn’t getting much done, he was too busy fantasizing about Viktor nibbling his neck or tickling his tummy or squeezing his sides or anything else that wasn’t sitting in silence and working. It was hard to get it off of his mind, especially when it was much more enjoyable to think about than equations or formulas.

“Your mind is occupied.” Viktor hummed, not even bothering to look at Jayce while we spoke to him. The other snapped out of his trance, whipping his head towards his partner. “I- uhm-” He started to fumble over his words but was quickly cut off.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing!” He was much too fast to defend himself.

“Only someone with something to hide responds that quickly. Plus, you bite your lip when you are deep in thought and to me it doesn’t look like you’ve got a lot of work to contemplate.” He gestured to the space on the desk in front of Jayce which only had his notebook flipped open to an empty page. He flipped the book shut as if Viktor didn’t already see his blank notes. He placed his forehead on the desk, letting out a frustrated sigh and running his fingers through his hair.

“I’m just thinking.”

“About what?”

“God, do you have to know everything?” He whipped back to look at his partner who was staring at him with a shifty smirk. “What’s so funny?”

“Something’s bothering you, I just can’t figure out what.” He leaned forwards, elbows on his knees, and studied Jayce’s face with a squint. The careful attention to his expression made Jayce even more nervous, his cheeks tinging pink as he looked away from his partner.

“You’re bothering me.”

“Is that so?”

Fuck. Why did Viktor have to be so goddamn teasy?

“I’ll let it go if you promise to stop being distracted.”

No, don’t let it go. Keep pushing. Find out what was driving him insane and break him with it.

“Promise.” God, he was an idiot. Luckily Viktor knew to keep an eye on him after they ‘returned to work’. Jayce spent the next five minutes sulking with his empty notebook again, occasionally jotting down a doodle or letting out a disappointed huff. Viktor couldn’t say he was any more productive though, he spent those five minutes watching Jayce lose himself in his dream-state. He couldn’t bear to watch him pout, besides, investigating this could potentially be more productive than work.

“Jayce.” Viktor sang, seeing Jayce’s blush go all the way to his ears.

“Leave me alone.”

“So moody.” Viktor scoffed. “You’re not getting any work done.”

“Neither are you.” Jayce retorted, keeping his head turned away from the other.

“Touché,” Viktor rolled over to his side, “but you also promised me you’d focus.” He scooted all the way up beside him, trying to peek over at his face. Jayce stubbornly turned himself away from Viktor, making him groan. “Seriously, what has you so worked up?”

Jayce’s eyes flicked around, desperately scrambling to come up with an answer.

“I just…had a dream that bothered me.”

“A nightmare?”

Jayce’s hesitance gave him all the indication he needed.

“Ah, an arousing dream then?”

Jayce scoffed, finally turning to glare at his partner. “No.”

“So then what was it?”

Jayce groaned, getting frustrated with his own inability to speak. They really needed to start working on telepathy.

“Did you write about it in your notes?”

Viktor reached around Jayce for his notebook, making him jump in the process. They both froze, Jayce’s face turning a delicious shade of red.

“What was that?” Viktor inquired as he sat back.

“Nothing!” Jayce waved Viktor off but he wasn’t going to back down. He reached up and grabbed Jayce’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. Viktor smirked at the flush that enveloped his partners face. He gave him a glare that said, ‘oh, really?’

“I just…got scared, s’all.”

“Scared?” Viktor chuckled.

“Yes! I thought you were gonna…” He couldn’t find anything to say. He wasn’t about to admit what he was actually thinking but he still couldn’t come up with any backup lies.

“What? Do this?” Viktor reached out and squeezed his side. He didn’t give it much thought, he figured he could use a more playful gesture to ease his partner up.

Jayce went into shock. This was actually happening. His limbs fumbled around for a moment as he tried to figure out what the hell to do. He settled on an awkward arm defense that left him so obviously vulnerable.

“H-hey! Ha- stop!”

Take the bait.

Viktor could see how Jayce was blatantly leaving himself exposed and tilted his head, why would he defend himself so poorly? He knew he was capable of a lot more than that. That was when it clicked for him. He was trying to get Viktor to tickle him. Holy shit.

“I’m sensitive, Viktor!”

Take the bait.

“Oh?” He retracted his hand, a smirk still plastered on his face. The tone of his voice made Jayce wince, please, take the fucking bait. Unfortunately Viktor knew it was much more fun, and brutal, to play dumb. “My apologies, I didn’t know.” He sat back, prolonging eye contact as he turned back to the desk. He picked up a pen and pretended to go back to work.

Jayce felt his stomach drop. No, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Of course Viktor was too nice to provoke him further. He panicked knowing that he was losing his opportunity. An involuntary groan escaped him, making Viktor turn his attention to him once more.

“Can I help you, Jayce?” He hated the way Viktor gave him his full attention. One more groan came from Jayce before he turned to look at his partner. He’d have to get it out somehow.

“I, eh, had a dream about…you.” This was humiliating. He couldn’t even focus his eyes, his face nearly felt like it’d burst from all the blood rushing to it. “Oh? Do tell.” His damn mocking was making Jayce even more lightheaded. Somehow Viktor knew that ignoring Jayce would get him to spill his own beans, he was just too impatient and needy to be taken advantage of.

“We uhm…” He mumbled off.

“We? Did we do something together, Jayce?” He brought his hand up to his upper back, knowing how his nonchalant touches drove Jayce crazy.

“You’re making this so much worse.” He covered his face with his palms, grimacing at the laugh that came from the other.

“How so?”

“By talking to me like that.”

“Ah, sorry, too sensitive?” He emphasized that word, making Jayce’s mind stutter immediately. “I- you-” He fumbled. Viktor chuckled at him again, rubbing his hand in small circles over Jayce’s back. “Yes?”

“You’re messing with me.” Jayce groused.

“Yeah? How so?” He was about ready to strangle Viktor for his stupid taunting tone. The hand that massaged him began to move down, causing Jayce to arch instinctively. It didn’t tickle but god he fucking wanted it to.

“Just-” Jayce cut himself off, fighting his own willpower to speak his truth.

“Yes?” He ever-so-subtly curled his fingers into the side of his waist, making Jayce huff in desperation. That eliminated any doubt in his mind, yeah, he definitely wanted this.

“Fuck- just tickle me already!” The words came out unwillingly but there was no chance of recovery now.

“Pardon?” Viktor’s voice was laced with the mischievous smirk he wore.

“I’m not repeating that.” He was able to bring his eyes back to Viktor’s to give him a scornful stare, but that was a mistake on his part. It only made him thrice as embarrassed as before once he saw how much Viktor was loving this. He wasn’t even trying to hide how thoroughly entertained he was by Jayce’s despair.

“No, no, I heard you. I just think you have a little explaining to do.” He let his hand slyly continue to scratch his side, it wasn’t enough to make him laugh but it was definitely enough to make him feel threatened.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, where did this come from? Is this what your dream was about?” The question struck fear in Jayce’s heart. “Yes?” He looked away again, shrinking into himself.

“So you want me to tickle you because you had a dream about it?” Viktor’s casual use of the word made Jayce cringe.

“No- yes- I mean-” It was nearly impossible for him to get a sentence out when he was so flustered like this.

“Ah, so you wanted it before the dream?” His fingers crept forwards on his torso, tickling the spot where his side and stomach met. Jayce’s breath hitched, both from the question and the touch. It was also more of an observation than a question so Jayce literally could not refute it.

“I…guess so?”

“You guess so?”

“Viktor.” He snapped. “You’re being so mean.”

“What, I’m just trying to gather information!” He applied a little more pressure on Jayce’s tummy, drawing out a choked yelp.

“I’ve kinda…always liked it. And I’ve just been thinking about it more recently because of you and the hexclaw and that stupid dream-”

“Hexclaw?” He asked connivingly.

Shit. He didn’t mean to let that thought slip.

“What is it about the hexclaw?” He mocked, using his fingers to make a claw shape and wriggle against him.

“Stop that.” Jayce warned, his tummy flinching at the touch but his distress did nothing to slow Viktor down. “You’re not even fighting against me. And don’t go changing the subject now. The hexclaw?”

Jayce got clocked. He squeezed his eyes, trying to process the gentle tickles alongside his tease-overstimulated-brain. “I don’t know. It just made me…think.” His voice was strained.

“About?”

“You know what.” He growled, giving him a nasty glare. Viktor wasn’t having any of that though, he pinched Jayce’s side, making him shriek.

“Hey! That wasn’t fair!”

“You’re acting like you didn’t just ask for this.” He brought his other hand into the mix, clawing at both sides now. Jayce slapped a hand over his mouth and balled the other into a fist, slamming it against the desk.

“Aww, c’mon, don’t hide from me, Jayce.” He chirped, taking advantage of Jayce’s conveniently unprotected position by slipping his hands under his arms. That was already too much for him to handle. He slammed his arms to his sides but Viktor’s fingers were already where he wanted them. He wiggled into the skin, making Jayce topple over on the desk in cackles. “There you go.” He let Jayce giggle himself mad while he dug his fingers into his armpits.

“Ohohout!” He howled, kicking his legs underneath the desk. To his surprise, Viktor’s hands retreated. He looked back at him, expecting him to say their little jaunt was over. Instead, Viktor looked at him with a hunger he had never seen before. Jayce’s eyes went wide, his tummy felt like it was doing back flips. What? Why was he looking at him like he was his prey?

“How can we keep your arms out of the way?” He brought a finger up to his chin in thought, eyeing their surroundings for something he could restrain him with.

“Oh-” Jayce stopped himself, he should not be helping Viktor in a position like this.

“Yes, Jayce?” A hand returned to his side, meticulously toying with his skin. “Do you have a suggestion?”

“I- uhh…” He stuttered, eventually taking a deep breath, he didn’t have anything else to lose now, right? Other than his sanity. “The…hexclaw…” It was pitiful how he couldn’t even use his words properly. The smile on Viktor’s face was plain evil. “That’s a great idea!” He gave Jayce’s hip a pinch before standing up and patting his back. “Come on.” He was already making his way over towards the hexclaw which was stationed on a desk against the back wall.

Jayce found it impossible to walk himself over to his imminent death. He hung his head, still sat at the desk. This was happening for real this time. He could feel his blush spreading down his neck and his skin grew littered with goosebumps. Was he dreaming again?

“Are you going to come over here? Or do I have to get you myself?”

“Ah- coming!” Jayce shot up and rushed over, sheepishly walking up to the other. Viktor could see how his face flushed and body trembled already. “Nervous?” He teased, Jayce shooting him a blank glare. “No shit.”

“What, I thought you were dreaming about this.” He laughed, adoring how Jayce panicked. “You actually suck.”

“You really shouldn’t be saying things like that to someone who’s about to tickle you.”

Jayce couldn’t help how his body shuddered at the word. Before he could retort with his own witty remark, Viktor grabbed one of his wrists and pulled it above his head. He reached over and grabbed the remote to the hexclaw. A press of a button made the claw menacingly close itself around his hand, effectively trapping his extended arm. Jayce immediately began to tug on his arm but there was zero give. That’s when the panic really set in.

“Wahait, we can talk about his.” He giggled nervously, his unrestrained hand held out in front of him defensively.

“Laughing already? I haven’t even started!” Viktor took position in front of him, taking one last look in his dread filled eyes before he made him regret ever asking for this. Whose dream come true was this? Because it was starting to feel like both of theirs.

Viktor was going to take his sweet time, knowing the longer he taunted Jayce the worse he would break his mind. His nails barely grazed his wrist yet it had immediate effect on him. Jayce gasped, his eyes following every movement of Viktor’s hands. As soon as his touch started descending, a string of nervous titters escaped his lips. “Nohohoho….” His protest was quiet, knowing it fell on deaf ears anyway. Viktor used both hands to claw down his bicep, making Jayce yelp with ticklish anticipation.

“This is already doing it for you?”

“Oho my gohod, shut up!” He whined. Viktor shrugged, if he had to shut up then someone else had to start laughing. He used both hands to claw at his armpit, he let out a hearty bark before crumbling into giggles. His free hand held onto Viktor’s shoulder but he made no attempt to shove him away. Cute.

“So easy…” Viktor muttered to himself, conveniently loud enough for it to have an affect on Jayce. He whimpered through his laughter, his face somehow getting even redder than before. Viktor decided it was time to change spots, quickly switching his attention over to his tummy and pouncing on him. He prodded and scribbled on his tummy, leaving no space neglected. Jayce screamed, his entire body convulsing at the touch. His laughter became increasingly more frantic, panicked shrieks slipping in between his cackles. Viktor chuckled at how deranged he had become already, and all over a little tickling? Pathetic.

Viktor bounced back and forth between scratching all of his fingers on his stomach and drilling into his armpit. His laughter was grating and inconsistent; getting loud, then squeaky, then silent, and then full of hiccups and squeals.

“Is this what happened in your dream?”

“Ohoh shuhut up!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He dug his thumbs into Jayce’s hip bones, making him buck. Viktor laughed at him. “That was good wasn’t it?” He have gave him a few more squeezes before going back to his underarm. He used one hand to tickle his armpit and the other to prod his hip, watching how it made Jayce throw his head back and howl. Jayce’s hand finally migrated off of his shoulder and gripped tightly onto one of Viktor’s wrists. He fought the urge to push him off, but fuck was it difficult.

“Jehesus, Viktor!”

“What? What’s the matter?” He replied smugly, his fingers never once slowing.

“Yohou’re tihihickling me!” Jayce squealed, desperately tugging on his arm but the claw held it firmly in place. Fuck, he really was at the mercy of Viktor who, so far, wasn’t being very merciful.

“I am doing no such thing!” He sounded offended but he didn’t make any effort to stop tickling him. If anything, he started getting more intense the more Jayce mouthed off. “Now stay still, you’re making this very difficult.” He used both hands to vibrate his fingers into each side of his rib cage, sending him into a helpless fit of laughter. His mind and body were both on the brink of breaking. It was unbearable yet exactly what he’d craved. Viktor tried to pinch at his hip but Jayce’s hold on his wrist stopped him.

“Ack- difficult?! Yohohou have mehehe rehestraihihined!” How could he be difficult while he was immobile? Viktor shook his head. “Yet you’re still proving to be difficult.” He clasped onto Jayce’s defending hand. “Perhaps we need to get this other arm out of the way?” He stopped tickling for a moment and attempted to lift his free arm up but Jayce clamped it down as hard as he could.

“I’m sorry, aren’t you the one who wanted this?” Viktor teased, letting his other hand slowly claw at his ribs again, he loved the way his words made Jayce cringe and go red. He let out a pathetic, giggly whine. “Fuhuck, V, it’s too muhuch!” His plea made Viktor laugh.

“Is it really?” He tilted his head. “You said yourself you’d been dreaming about this, no?”

“Stohop bringing thahat uhuhup!”

He leaned in close, getting right up in his ear. “This is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?” Phew, that made Jayce’s head spin, they both knew the answer yet Viktor still had the audacity to ask. He couldn’t say anything, he let his answer reside in the exhausted laughter that poured out of him. Fortunately for Viktor, his teases distracted Jayce just enough to bring his guard down.

Jayce whimpered out a cry when he felt Viktor grab his other wrist and raise it above his head. He could hear the mechanical fingers uncurling as his hand was brought to meet the other one. Just like that, he was restrained by the hexclaw once again but this time he had zero freedom.

“V-Vik…” He panted, hardly able to open his eyes to even look at him. “Fuck…please…” He was breathless and so visibly distraught. Viktor loved how distraught his ruthlessness made Jayce get. He didn’t want to give him any longer of a break than he already got, he was ready to put him back in misery.

Viktor pulled the hem of his shirt up and slipped his fingers underneath. Jayce gasped at the skin contact, suddenly becoming dizzy again, this was about to get so much worse. Viktor gripped both sides of his waist and squeezed wildly. Jayce was thrown back into his desperate cackling, but this time he couldn’t hunch over, the way his arms were held taut made any wiggles or struggling nearly impossible.

“I cahahan’t!”

“You can’t what? Stop it? Oh, I know.” Viktor’s fingers danced over the middle of his stomach. Jayce thought it was over for him. His body was so pleasantly overwhelmed but it was hard for him to enjoy the sensations while he was also fighting tears. Viktor crawled his nails up his tummy, stopping at his ribs and digging in between his bones. Jayce’s body writhed and his laughter became nonsensical.

“Am I correct to assume the more you panic the worse it tickles?”

“Nohoho!” He kicked his legs but it got him nowhere. His hands were clenched as tightly as they could and he squeezed his eyes shut, succumbing to his fate. Rib tickles turned back into tummy scratches which turned into hip squeezing and then a combination of everything. Jayce’s mind was on its brink, he truly believed this could send him into mania.

As soon as he opened his eyes they were blurry with tears. Fuck, he wouldn’t break like this.

Viktor focused on his stomach again, flipping through a variety of ticklish tactics. He noted what evoked the strongest reactions and used it to his advantage. He skittered above his waistband, making his tummy twitch rapidly. He noticed the slower he teased his skin, the more cries Jayce produced. He tickled him unethically slow, effectively turning his mind and body into slush.

Jayce hiccuped out a sob as a tear finally rolled down his cheek. No, this couldn’t be happening. He wasn’t that weak, he could take a little tickling, couldn’t he? Another tear followed and he let out a genuine sob. He couldn’t believe he was actually crying, it was humiliating in most provocative way. He continued bawling as all of his spots were exploited. This was it for him. Jayce Talis; dead by tickles.

“Aww, what a good boy.” Viktor cooed, caressing his cheek and wiping away some tears as he did. Jayce got a flash of his dream from the night before, did he manifest this into reality? Or maybe his dream was a forewarning of the day to come. Either way he hardly had the effort to process Viktor’s words with the way his mind was scrambled. His other hand continued to violate his tummy, following its bouncing as he laughed.

Jayce panted, dropping his head forward as he sobbed. He was pleading incomprehensibly, shivering while Viktor’s nails grazed his skin.

It was addicting for both of them. Jayce had an itch to get destroyed like this for years and as overwhelming as it was he couldn’t get enough of it. As for Viktor, he was obsessed with a lot of this; the way Jayce’s face scrunched up, how his body recoiled at the slightest touch, his variants of laughter, and how needy he was for it. It’d be hard to get both of them to stop craving this.

Jayce looked up at him depleted, distressed, and desperate. His laughter was silent, tears flowing down his face. He was beautiful like this, all flushed and breathless. They would have to ‘experiment’ with this some more. As cute as he was, they both knew he was far beyond his breaking point.

“Alright, alright, I think you’ve had enough.”

Viktor truly only stopped because he could see Jayce’s face start to turn purple, which didn’t seem like a good sign. If he didn’t put an end to it though they both might’ve gone on forever. He quickly grabbed the remote to release his arms and as soon as he was released Jayce crumpled to the floor.

“Jayce!” Viktor cried in worry but the giggles coming from his partner proved to him that he was more than okay. Still, it didn’t hurt to ask.

“Are you alright?” He knelt down to the other and placed a hand on his shoulder which shook from the residual laughter.

“Mmh soho mehean…never agahain…” Jayce heaved, wiping the tears off of his cheeks.

“You don’t mean that.” Viktor combed his fingers through Jayce’s hair, feeling him relax into the touch. That was insane, for both parties. They had reached a new level of intimacy they had yet to cross before but now that the door was open they knew the lab was about to get a little more interesting. He smiled admiringly at the man in his hands as he melted into his scratches. Viktor chuckled,

Pain. A persistent, aching pain that radiated in the fissures between each joint in Viktor’s body. Sometimes, he swore they were separating, the tendons and ligaments tearing themselves from his bones. It would explain the swelling and the agony.

Unfortunately, life couldn’t be that simple. His joints were simply unstable, the tissue between them coming “pre-loosened at birth,” as Jayce so eloquently put it when Viktor explained his condition. It had made him smile at the time, but not even Jayce’s sweet silliness could distract him from the aching.

With a groan, Viktor attempted to sit up in bed. His spine lit up with an oddly cold pain, his vertebrea feeling…wrong, for lack of a better word. He could tell he’d be spending a decent amount of time in bed that day.

As Viktor contemplated ripping his spine out, Jayce popped in to check on him. He always rose earlier than Viktor, getting up to prepare breakfast for the two of them. The slimmer man could smell the pancakes cooking on the stove. The bright smile on his face slowly melted into a concerned frown as he noticed Viktor’s grimace. “Vik? What’s wrong?”

“Flare.”

That simple word told Jayce everything. With a small sigh, he walked over to the bed, giving Viktor’s forehead a little kiss before heading back out of the room. He returned a small while later with Viktor’s heated blanket, painkillers, some tea, and his pattented 2XL “blanket hoodie” for Viktor to drown in.

It didn’t take long before Viktor was situated on the heated blanket, his back pain slightly soothed by the warmth. Jayce’s tea helped the painkillers go down, and being surrounded by Jayce’s familiar scent was rather comforting.

Plus, of course, there was the strong man holding him, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on Viktor’s wiry shoulder.

“At least it’s not a lab day…” Victor muttered, pressing his face into Jayce’s bicep. He tried not to let his disability interfere too heavily with their schedule; unfortunately, that also meant he’d force himself to work through the pain.

Jayce huffed at that, pressing a kiss to the crown of the man’s head. “Focus on resting. No thinking about work or deadlines right now,” he said, giving Victor a little squeeze.

Despite the affection, Victor still had to get one last sentence in. “Just…resting for the morning. I can still get some things done around the flat later on.” He squirmed in Jayce’s arms to emphasize that point, carefully turning away from his partner.

That got a scoff out of Jayce. “No you won’t. You’re gonna rest until you get some color back in your cheeks.”

“Really now?” he goaded, quirking one thick brow at his partner. “And just how do you expect to enforce that rule, Jayce?”

In hindsight, provoking Jayce was a poor decision; then again, it was rather fun for Viktor to watch that mischeviously playful smile tug at the corners of his lover’s mouth. He knew some form of retaliation would follow, but frankly, he couldn’t find it in himself to try and resist. Jayce always looked so happy when he was being a goof.

Predictably, Jayce attacked. His warm hands latched onto Victor’s sides, leg swinging over Viktor’s hips to straddle him. Every movement was intentional, care placed in each motion to ensure that his aching partner wasn’t harmed.

“Jayce!” Viktor laughed, loosely shoving at his partner’s shoulders. He was hardly putting up a fight, hands sliding to smoosh against Jayce’s stubble-covered cheeks. Their soft tousling was ridiculous, yes, but it was also rather fun.

It wasn’t long before Victor felt a gentle prodding at his sides, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Whyhyhy?!”

Jayce chuckled at his partner’s giggly question, pressing a quick kiss to Victor’s upturned lips. “Your nerves are being evil and picking up pain. Making you laugh and smile is a much better use for them.”

‘Thahat’s nohohot— hehehey!”

Viktor's lips were stopped by Jayce’s own, causing the man’s eyes to roll. Not only was it absurdly sappy of his partner to kiss him, but it was also a bit adorable to see the pure joy on Jayce’s face during the embrace.

Unsurprisingly, Jayce was loving the kiss. He couldn’t get enough of the liveliness—Victor’s laughter, warm and alive, vibrating against his lips, little puffs of hectic air hitting his upper lip. It showed Victor at his core, Jayce thought: uncontrollably present, beyond the layer of steely composure he so often wore.

Jayce couldn’t get enough of it.

His partner needed air, however, so Jayce was eventually forced to let up on his tickly kisses. His fingers stilled, sliding down to rub at Viktor’s ever-sore hips. The breathless giggles that followed brought a bright, rosy hue to the mechanic’s cheeks.

“Youhu ahahare a mehenace, Talihis,” Victor huffed, squirming beneath his partner. His joints still ached, but the dopamine rush from Jayce’s shenanigans did help ease the mental load of it all. “Shahame.”

“Hmm…nope, none of that here,” he shrugged, enjoying his shamelessness. He’d made his partner happy; where was the shame in that? “I made you smile. That’s a good day for me.”

That got a scoff out of Viktor, though he was struggling to suppress a smile. “You have no right to be so cute after acting so cruel.”

“It’s a talent.”

Jayce flopped down beside his tired partner with a kiss. Once the blankets were spread semi-evenly, he carefully slotted his leg between Viktor’s and snuggled closer. Their eyes met, and a fond concern softened the edge of Jayce’s smile. “Feel any better?”

A small warmth buzzed in Viktor’s chest at that. Jayce had done all of that hoping to help with his pain, or at least to raise his spirits. Not only did he respect Viktor’s pain, but he tried his best to be present without babying the man. What did he do to get so lucky?

“Much. Thank you, Jayce.”

The joyful satisfaction Jayce felt was nearly palpable. He pulled Viktor in for one more kiss before clicking their lamp off. “I’ll make food in an hour or so. You try to sleep.”

Viktor huffed as his forehead received a little poke. With a roll of his eyes, he adjusted the temperature of his heating pad and let himself melt. The aching in his joints was still present, but not as jagged around the edges. Tolerable.

Jayce’s methods may have been a bit odd, but Viktor had to admit: they worked. He let his eyes close, pleasantly surprised by the hope he felt towards the rest of the day.

Viktor was working away - as usual, he practically lived here - his back turned to Jayce. As Jayce approached, he could see Viktor was messing with… some sort of new device at the workbench. 

The sound of Jayce’s footsteps alerted Viktor, resulting in him swivelling around in his chair, pushing his goggles up to his forehead. 

“Hello, stranger,” he commented, looking Jayce up and down. “I haven't seen you in a while - mm, how are things with the council?”

Jayce’s expression changed to something troubled. “It's a lot to take in. I'm not used to all of this. If I'm being honest, I'd rather be here.”

“Would you be comfortable talking about it?” Viktor enquired, using his cane to lift himself off his seat, and then lifting himself to sit up on the workbench, waving a hand to offer Jayce his seat. 

Jayce sat down, the chair bouncing a little as he lowered his weight on it. 

“I didn’t ask to be on the council. I know there’s a lot of benefits to it. For our research, for me, for you. This is all new to me, though.” Jayce leaned over, laying his head down on Viktor’s lap, the other placing a loving hand gently on his head. “I’m a symbol - an icon now. I’m the Man of Progress, making Piltover’s future brighter. But it’s a lot of responsibility I didn’t ask for.” Jayce let out a sigh as he finished speaking.

“It’s a lot to take on, that’s why I try to not be in the public eye,” Viktor spoke, carding his fingers through Jayce’s hair. Viktor knew it soothed him in times of heavy stress. “I apologise for that. Perhaps if I did, you wouldn’t be bearing this feeling all alone.”

“No, Vik, it’s fine. I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable having so many eyes on you,” Jayce moved one of his hands to rest on Viktor’s knee. “I just have to bear it. For us, for our work. For our Hextech dream.”

“I’m always in the lab if you need someone to discuss this with, Jayce. All you need to do is ask, and I will always assist you when you need it.”

“I’m grateful you’re on my side, Viktor.” Letting out a relieved sigh, Jayce closed his eyes. “It’s good to get things off my chest. Though, it didn’t make me feel as good as I thought it would.”

“Mm, Is there anything I can do to make it better perhaps?” Asked Viktor, his fingers tangled in Jayce’s hair.

Jayce thought for a moment. Well, he noticed there was always something Viktor would do for Jayce whenever he was stressed out. He always struggled to find the words to ask, though… 

“Can you do… that thing?” Asked Jayce, craning his head so he could look up at Viktor.

Viktor raised a questioning eyebrow. “That ‘thing’?”

“Yeah, you know, that thing you always do whenever I'm stressed out of my mind… or when I’m annoying you too much.”

Viktor tilted his head in confusion at first. He had to flip through his memory for this one. 

Whenever Jayce was being stubborn or particularly irritable, mainly when Jayce was running low on sleep, Viktor had a few tricks up his sleeve to try to make Jayce relax. Sometimes, he had to pull out the big guns… ah, he remembered. 

Jayce wanted Viktor to tickle him. He realised Jayce had the most roundabout way of asking for it, though…

“Ehh, you can use your words, you know.” Viktor had to tease Jayce just a little with a chuckle. 

Jayce moved his hand to cover his eyes with the back of it, his cheeks a little red from the conversation. “It's embarrassing… it makes me feel weak. But I never seem to mind whenever you do it.”

Viktor’s hand trailed from Jayce’s head to the nape of his partner’s neck, scribbling his fingers against the skin. “Well, how could I decline?”

Jayce was already starting to crack up from the small simple touch alone. “Ahaha, can you just– hehehe, be gentle?”

Viktor scoffed at that. “Aren’t I always?”

“Yeheheah, but extra gentle thihihis time.” Was Jayce’s giggly request.

“Whatever you say.” Gently pushing Jayce’s head so Viktor could slide off the bench, he propped his cane off to the side so he could use both hands. He reached forward, gently wiggling his fingers against Jayce’s sides.

Jayce was already giggling, even more so now. He reached out and latched his hands on Viktor’s wrists, but made no attempt to move his hands away. In fact, it was to keep Viktor’s hands in place. Viktor’s hands moved up to gently squeeze at Jayce’s ribs, causing Jayce to throw his head back and laugh.

“You know… mhm, whenever you want this, you can just say the word. You don’t have to bug me while I’m trying to concentrate. And you don’t have to beat around the bush when you’re upset, you understand? Even without saying it directly, I can always tell when you’re in a mood… for this.” Viktor wanted to know Jayce was safe to tell him these things.

Jayce nodded his head in reply, scrunching up his nose when Viktor hit a particularly sensitive rib. Viktor always liked to watch his face change whenever he tickled him. He looked different with a carefree smile stretched across his face.

Viktor started to slow down, figuring that Jayce had had enough. He pulled his hands away, placing them on his hips instead. “How was that? Did it make you feel better?”

Jayce was slowly catching his breath, even gently tickling took his breath away. “Yehehes, thank you, V…” he gazed up at Viktor with a smile, getting up from the chair. 

“It’s definitely a strange thing to ask to make yourself feel better… but it makes sense when it’s you, somehow. Very odd, but endearing.” Viktor gently teased and gave a small smile.

Jayce’s heart nearly leapt out of his chest at Viktor’s comments, his face growing more beet red. “Ahem, anyway… before anyone starts looking for me, why don’t I help you out for a while? Knowing Mel, she’ll start wondering where I am.”

“Of course, I’d be pleased. You haven’t been in the lab for quite a while now. I appreciate the assistance, and the company.”

They both wandered over to the blackboard to discuss some new ideas for Hextech. They could be lab partners for a little while longer.

Jayce Talis is impossibly touchy.

So much so that anyone and everyone who interacts with him comes to anticipate a hand on their bicep in greeting, or a pat on the back as congratulations, or even a head on their shoulder as Jayce ponders the extraordinary. Of course, these gestures were without any romantic intent. They were just Jayce being his usual, personable self, but with Viktor, his physicality takes on an entirely separate, passionate fondness. Jayce’s arms enveloping Viktor’s slender hips for comfort and support, his calloused hands cupping Viktor’s face as he presses kisses to the moles that litter his jawline, and his grip on Viktor’s thigh, a fervent reminder that he wasn’t going anywhere. Viktor came to yearn for it all, which is why he was pleasantly surprised when the already incessant fondling from his partner was somehow amplified. 

It was a relatively normal start to a bleak, dreary morning in Piltover. Viktor was already up and about, making a breakfast of eggs and toast to the tune of intermittent snoring from the adjacent bedroom. He smirked as he plated his lover’s food, carrying it along with a cup of black coffee to Jayce’s bedside.

A sleeping Jayce was the complete and total opposite of a sleeping Viktor. He slept shirtless most of the time and the previous night was no different. He ran hot, sleeping on top of the covers instead of beneath them with his bare feet no more than six inches away from a large box fan. His pajama pants sat just below his hip bones, exposing his tanned v-line…hot.

“Good morning, honey.” Viktor positioned himself next to Jayce, making a tactile map of the scars, moles, and crevices on his lower abdomen. Jayce’s sculpted body was a work of art, something Viktor wanted to recall forever, long after his vision had forsaken him. Jayce’s eyes fluttered open, body arching into the idling of Viktor’s gentle fingers before his brain could properly process what the feeling was. 

“Morning beautiful.” Jayce sat up and stretched his arms above his head, flexing the sleep from his shoulders and back before letting the whole of his weight collide with Viktor’s lap. The latter let a grunt slip past his lips, adjusting to the heft of a head and shoulders on his thighs. Jayce smiled apologetically up at him, face flush with tiredness and endearment. He squeezed Viktor’s hand in his own, raising it to his chapped lips for a kiss on each knuckle. Viktor reciprocated the gesture, adorning Jayce’s warm palm with an array of kisses and nibbles. Jayce could feel his cheeks darkening as he bit back a giggle that he hoped Viktor wouldn’t notice, but who was he kidding? Viktor noticed everything.

“Well someone woke up in a mood, eh?” Viktor moved to mount Jayce’s waist, utilizing this new vantage point to fiddle with his belly once again. He gauged his partner’s facial expressions as he delicately outlined his chiseled abdomen. Scribbles along Jayce’s sides made him bite his lower lip, a caress along his tummy made his hazel eyes brim with mirth, and a finger wriggling in his navel made Jayce’s back arch involuntarily, a spasmodic reaction to the sensation. Interesting. 

Viktor’s comprehensive analysis of his partner was interrupted by a genuine whine and an outburst of bubbly giggles that made his heart melt. 

“Vik, hehehe! No teahehesing!”

“Teasing?” Viktor cooed. 

He halted his feathery prodding and opted to run his nails over the hypersensitive skin below Jayce’s exposed armpits. He offered his partner a forehead kiss and a devilish smirk. “How can I be teasing you when I don’t even know what it is that you want?” 

Jayce cackled, his entire body tingling with the warmth of ticklishness, the weight of tiredness, and a wave of temptation. He didn’t even bother to protest the curling fingers encroaching on his sensitive hollows. There was no purpose in hiding the pleasure he felt when Viktor touched him like this, especially when every fiber of his being was burning with the urge to submit.

“Well, look at you…” 

Viktor could hardly conceal his enjoyment in this moment. The mischievous taunts seeping from his pink lips were unimaginably evil and sickly sweet, and they were driving Jayce insane.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you like this or something.” 

Jayce practically moaned at that comment—much to Viktor’s delight—rolling his torso so his partner’s fingers were trailing toward his tummy again. 

Viktor couldn’t help but laugh at Jayce’s silent request, but of course he obliged, spidering skillfully across the terrain of Jayce’s quivering belly at an unbearably slow pace.

“Vik! Hehehe! Oh gahahad!” Jayce bucked his hips in desire, begging for a change of pace as his most ticklish spot was exploited. “You’re *hiccup* driving mehehe crazy—hehehe!”

“I can see that, sweetheart,” Viktor’s voice was thick with an impish malice that made his partner’s already twitching body shiver with arousal, “but if I’m not mistaken, you wanted this.” 

Jayce let out a rather pathetic whimper at that comment, interwoven with the breathy giggles pouring involuntarily from his parted lips. He did want this—badly. 

“Told you so~” Viktor hummed, smirking darkly as if he could hear Jayce’s thoughts.

“Now take it my ticklish boy.” 

Jayce was already blubbering incomprehensible protests the second those downright evil words met with his bright pink ears, but he and Viktor both knew that Jayce didn’t mean a thing that came out of his mouth when he was drunk on physical affection.

“You’rehehehe so *snort* unfair! Hahaha!”

“Unfair?!” Viktor gasped in mock offense, trailing his nails over Jayce’s ribs, back up toward his undefended armpits. 

“I think this is totally fair! I mean, you left this spot wide open for me.” 

Viktor had to raise his voice so that his teases could be heard over Jayce’s increasingly desperate laughter as his sides and ribs were expertly scaled. Viktor paused when he reached the entrance to the damp hollows of Jayce’s armpits, grinning evilly as he watched his partner be consumed by the thrill of anticipation. Although the tickling had ceased, Jayce’s giggles and squirming most certainly did not.

“Oh, Vik—hahaha! Pleahehehese!”

Jayce possessed the highest tickle tolerance that Viktor ever had the privilege of observing, but even so, it was clear that the man was approaching his limit. 

Jayce’s entire body was trembling under Viktor’s gaze, exhausted and overstimulated. His skin was wet with sweat and tears from every animated wriggle and joy-filled squeak, and his labored breathing was audible in between residual giggles and gasps. 

“Please what, pretty boy? Use your words for me.”

Jayce was whining again now, trying fruitlessly to position his sensitive armpits flush against Viktor’s stilled digits. 

Viktor clicked his tongue and took his hands off of Jayce’s skin, a gesture of sarcastic yet torturous disapproval. 

He leaned down so his lips fluttered against his partner’s ear, still alight with a fiery blush.

“Words Talis.”

Jayce’s breath hitched on Viktor’s utterly destructive teases, and he stuttered out a laugh that was stuck in his throat. 

“Vik—ha! Please…just, god! This is so embarrassing!”

It was Viktor’s turn to laugh now as he watched the red glow of his parter’s face spread rapidly to his extremities. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, Jay. Just tell me what it is that you need.” 

Jayce let out a giggly sigh before mumbling something so quietly that even the all-observing Viktor couldn’t comprehend it.

“What was that, honey?” 

“OhmygodIneedtickles!” 

Jayce groaned and interlocked his fingers behind his head, becoming nothing more than a pair of helplessly sensitive armpits to his partner. 

“I can’t believe the things you make me do, V.”

Viktor smiled, reconnecting his and Jayce’s skin in a heartbeat. 

“No one is making you do anything but laugh, my love.”

With that, all ten of Viktor’s slender fingers began their agonizing dance in Jayce’s exposed armpits. They skittered left and right, penetrating coarse black hair to ceaselessly torment hidden nerve endings that made Jayce buck and twist and screech in Viktor’s grasp. 

Viktor only intensified his partner’s tickle hell (heaven) by spidering his nails up, down, and around Jayce’s biceps, which were taught and tense with the spirit of ticklish purgatory. 

Jayce was right where Viktor wanted him. Trapped between uncontrollable cackling and light, airy giggles; between maniacal desperate writhing and an undeniable craving for delicate touches, and behind it all, Jayce was consumed by pure contentment and immense pleasure.

“I love that you love this.” Viktor cooed, immersing himself in the carefree sound of Jayce’s laughter and the feeling of skin on skin.

“You’re beautiful.” 

“Fuhuhuck Vik! I-I cahahahan’t!”

Jayce’s tears were flowing freely now, rivers of mirth down cherry cheeks. Every attempt to squeak out a protest or tease Viktor back (the audacity) ended with uncontrollable sputtering and an adorably helpless barrage of hiccups and snorts.

“Ah ah ah, don’t speak,” Viktor hummed. 

He expertly maneuvered his hands back down to his partner’s belly with such grace that the transition went unnoticed until Viktor was wriggling his index finger in Jayce’s navel.

“That’s it, just take it. Good boy, Jayce.”

Jayce screamed and arched his back until he formed an acute angle with his spine. With his tummy up toward the sky, Viktor seized the opportunity to nuzzle his face into Jayce’s side, scraping at the skin there with his canines. 

“FUHUHUHUCK VIKTOR—HAHAHA! ENOUGH! HAHAHA!” 

“Not yet, sweetheart. You’re almost there.” 

Before long, Viktor had coated the entire surface area of Jayce’s torso in teasing nibbles and decadent raspberries a thousand times over, painting him in wholesome affection.

Laughter escaped from Jayce’s heaving chest in choked sobs as Viktor’s teasing fingers slowed. He smoothed Jayce’s tingling muscles with soft kisses and murmurs of praise, easing the man down from his tickle induced high. 

“You did amazingly well, Jayce. *Kiss* I’m so proud of you. *Kiss*” 

Jayce melted into Viktor’s touch, residual giggles still seeping from his lips. 

“Hehehe—you flatter me, Viktor.”

Viktor smiled down at his blushing, bright eyed lover, pulling him flush against his side to will away the stubborn tickly sensations.

“And you, Jayce, are easy to flatter.” 

Jayce chuckled softly and tucked his face into Viktor’s shoulder, finally still.

“Can we stay like this forever, V?”

Viktor beamed into Jayce’s hair, resting his chin on his partner’s forehead.