Viktor wakes to soft conversation. He listens for a moment, eyes closed. He can recognize the smooth softness of Jayce’s voice—both of them, murmuring to each other. Probably talking about him. At that thought, Viktor opens his eyes to look, only for surprise to jolt through him at what he sees. His Jayce lies next to him, almost an arm’s length away, on his back. The older Jayce lies on top of him, between his legs. Their faces are mere inches from each other as they whisper back and forth. Movement catches Viktor’s eye, and his gaze trails lower, to where their hips slowly grind against each other. “Egotistical,” Viktor says to himself with a laugh. Two pairs of hazel eyes meet his, wide open and startled. There's a moment of silence before they leap apart. “Viktor—!” “We were just—” Viktor waves off their exclamations. “I'm not offended. Please don't stop at my expense.” He makes a show of settling back into the blankets.
a fresh WIP for WIP Wednesday
