Hextech rivalry (Jayvik)

Part 2

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Jayce barely slept that night.

His mind was on an endless loop—Viktor’s sharp, knowing eyes, the way his breath had hitched just barely, the warmth of his collar under Jayce’s grip.

He had almost—

No.

Jayce groaned, rubbing a hand down his face as he stared at the ceiling of his dimly lit apartment. This was insane. He hated Viktor. Hated his smugness, his constant nitpicking, his goddamn perfect mouth—

Jayce sat up so fast he almost gave himself whiplash.

What the fuck was happening to him?

The next day, Jayce walked into the lab determined to act normal.

Which was immediately ruined when he saw Viktor and nearly walked straight into a desk.

The sound of metal scraping against the floor was loud enough to make several researchers glance over. Jayce muttered a curse, adjusting his posture like nothing happened, but Viktor?

Viktor just raised a single, insufferable eyebrow. "Rough night?"

Jayce gritted his teeth. "No."

"Mm." Viktor turned back to his work, but the tiniest smirk ghosted his lips. "Shame."

Jayce felt hot. Too hot. He was never hot in the damn lab, but suddenly his collar was too tight, and his hammer felt too heavy in his grip. He turned away, gripping the nearest wrench like it had personally wronged him.

This was fine. He was fine.

Until Viktor stretched.

It was subtle—just a quick roll of his shoulders, a brief flex of his arms as he adjusted his posture—but Jayce’s stupid brain caught every detail. The way his lab coat tightened across his back, the sliver of skin exposed where his shirt had ridden up—

Jayce looked away so fast he nearly knocked over a beaker.

Viktor noticed.

Of course he noticed.

"Jayce," Viktor mused, tapping his fingers against the metal of his cane. "Are you avoiding looking at me?"

Jayce scoffed. "Why would I do that?"

Viktor tilted his head, studying him like a puzzle he was close to solving. "Good question."

Jayce turned back to his workstation, forcing himself to focus on literally anything else. He could not be feeling what he thought he was feeling. He just needed to get his head straight, push through this weird tension, and—

Then Viktor leaned way too close.

Jayce stiffened. Viktor’s voice was soft, just near his ear, sending an unwanted shiver down his spine.

"You sure you’re alright, Jayce?"

Jayce inhaled sharply, his fingers clenching around the wrench in his hand. This wasn’t happening. This was some kind of twisted psychological warfare.

He turned his head slightly, their faces suddenly too close.

Viktor didn’t move. Didn’t flinch.

His expression was unreadable, but his lips parted slightly, and Jayce swore he saw something flicker in his eyes—something dangerous.

For a second, Jayce forgot how to breathe.

Then Viktor pulled back with a satisfied hum, as if nothing had happened. "Well," he said lightly, turning back to his work, "let me know if you need assistance, yes?"

Jayce didn’t respond. Couldn’t respond.

Because fuck, he was in trouble.

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Might do some smut soon