"I hope I am not... misunderstanding the situation." Viktor spoke softly, their faces so close that Jayce could feel his breath on his lips. Jayce's gaze flicked from his eyes down to his lips and back. He brought a hand up to rest on the top of Viktor's leg. Jayce's fingers curled slightly against his leg; his touch steady despite the storm of nerves he felt beneath the surface. His teasing grin was gone, replaced by an expression Viktor wasn't used to seeing-unwavering, almost reverent. "You're not misunderstanding anything." THIS IS CROSS POSTED ON A03All Rights Reserved